#why is this the hottest motherfucking thing I have ever seen

[wideminded-dreamer]

do you guys — are you — do you SEE THIS?!

[slxtd1ary]

It’s how you act on it — jealousy [pt.1!]

NSFW/18+/woman reader — sub!gf x meandom!bf

ft. fever — enhypen

Jealousy isn't bad or good in itself. It's just how you act on it.

synopsis: he got jealous now just pray he had mercy

includes: spanking (ass & pussy), dirty talk, meanie behavior (woman receiving)

A/N: btw I’ve my own discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

Zayne - spanking

"I said louder"

Your eyes were fluttering, the heat between your thighs so burning hot you would've lost yourself into the feeling if it wasn't for Zayne deep guttural voice. You've never seen him like this. Yes, he was playful and teasing, as well as sweet and caring, but this was nothing like that. It was a perverted sadistic little game. His hands were meticulously spanking your bare skin. You gasped repeatedly, like a quiet beg for mercy between his torturous aggressions. His cold demeanor surploming your poor self, so broken under his frame, was so intimidating that you felt crushed under it.

"S-six...sixteen! Ah Zayne..."

Negotiations, sweet talking, caring kisses, or even the satisfying grinding of your hips didn't help you to dodge his unforgiving jealousy. Why? Why did you have to be so bright and luminous next to that worm, next to that insignificant little nurse. That douchbag was looking at you with such hungry eyes... every time Zayne thought he spanked you enough, the horrifying scene run again, and oh so clearly, into his madned mind.

"P-please I'm s-sorry!—"

He cupped your chin between his sophisticated hand. Forcing you to twist your neck to face his cold burning eyes.

"You'll be sorry when I decides you are. You don't remotely feel the...torment I felt. " his other hand is roaming on your throbbing heat. "...you are feeling all hot, aren't you?" He scoffed, "you? Sorry? You just want to cum uh?"

Your eyes widen and quickly start to blurry with pleasure. The intensity of it all, the switch in his character, everything distracted you of the neediness of your own body. You didn't even noticed, because of Zayne actions tearing your mind apart, that you weren't trembling of pain but of perverted pleasure.

"Zayne I..." What could you say that would not make you see like a masochist? But, you dont have the time to reflect on it more deeply that he let go of your chin. Letting it fall on the couch. You feel so weak-

He is spreading your legs.

The action so brutal, impatient, vulgar...what's happening? You think.

And the answer comes quicker than expected.

In one, forceful, motion your boyfriend's hand hardly spanks your pussy. And the time your sensor transmits the information to your brain, he has already spanked you three more times.

You jolt and grab anything under your reach.

"I can't get it out of my head, your smile, your laugh...why did you presented those to him?"

You don't even grasp what he is talking about, but the more he speaks, the faster and the harder the panks get.

"B-baby what are-"

"That motherfucking nurse"

He cuts you off, and even if you would usually scold him with a bratty tone, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs in arousal. Hearing Zayne curse was the hottest thing that ever happened in your life. There are no doubts about that.

"You. Are. Mine. Is that so fucking hard to understand?" His voice was so deep and desperate you couldn't help but try to steal a glimpse of his face. So you slowly turned your head back, and even if you couldn't see much, the sight you had right here right now was heaven sent. It was a Zayne, totally pant up, his tie loosen up and his forehead sweaty. He was biting his bottom lip while his glasses were falling on his pointy nose. It was like everything was too intense for him, too. He had snapped and you could see it in his possessive eyes. He was restlessly spanking you, sighing in relief like it was the most agreeable thing he ever had the chance to do.

"F-fuck...y-your pussy...you gonna cum soon right? Please tell me..."

He was your doctor after all. He knew how to decrypt your body language, and he was never once wrong.

"Y-yes Zayne! D-dont stop, I'm s-so sorry-"

"Liar, you just want to cum...but p-please do" he continues to spank your pussy with reckless abandon. Growling, whining, he just want you all, for himself. "F-fuck you a-are so agh beautiful..."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you Come unfond on his mean fingers. You cry out his name repeatedly like a prayer while his mind goes dizzy from the sight of you, his beloved soul mate, so perfect under him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pt. 2 is coming soon…so stay tuned! Thanks for any interaction!

[2024/11/18]

don’t forget the discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

[scekrex]

I saw some of your Adam x readers and really enjoyed them! I was wondering if you could do an Adam x reader where the reader is a trans man but still likes to wear dresses, skirts, and has like either medium length or long hair, but is also insecure about the fact that they won't be seen as a real guy. Have a wonderful day/night!

Omg as a trans guy myself writing this was some sort of healing I swear, I adore you for requesting trans reader! Also I hope you like it!

What it takes to be a man

pairing: Adam x trans!male!reader

warnings: a lil angst maybe? It's mainly fluff

note: not beta read bc idc

Things were rough up here in heaven, you thought that once you had died things would get easier but they didn't. Your body was still the same, still wrong. Everything was wrong, to be honest. Your voice was still too high for a guy's voice, your chest was still… well, too big for a man's chest and your curves weren't really helpful either. Waist too small, hip bones too pronounced.

When Adam entered the room you flinched for a moment, but only for a moment because as soon as the man entered the room he took his helmet off and greeted you with a cocky smile, “How’s my babe doing?”

You sent a small smile his way, then looked down to your hands. Yeah, how were you doing? That was actually a pretty good question. Not fine, that much you knew. So you said just that, there was no reason for you to lie to Adam after all, “Y’know I thought things would be different here.”

Adam's smile dropped almost immediately, a serious expression took its place. He put down the helmet on the bedside table and sat down next to you. “Yeah? In which way?”

You inhaled loudly, you tried to find the words, tried to explain how you felt, but it was just so hard to find the correct words to express your feelings. “In a ‘my body is still not it's way,” you then chose to say. “I’ve been struggling with that back on earth and I thought that here it might be different, that I'd get here with the body I feel like I should have been born in, you know?”

Well to be completely honest, Adam didn't know, nor did he fully understand the entire concept of body dysmorphia, but he didn't need to understand it, he was trying his best to keep you happy and that was what counted in the end. “Babes, why does it matter what other people think huh? You feel comfortable in dresses and skirts and those slutty crop tops, fuck, you look so fucking hot wearing them too,” his hand came to rest on your knee. He knew that being seen as a guy by others was a big deal to you, he didn't understand why though.

“No but that's the point, I wanna feel comfortable and confident but then people come up to me and tell me ‘what a pretty lady I am’ and I'm so sick and tired of being seen as a lady when I'm really not. I'm a fucking dude just like you're a dude, why can't people just see that?” It was exhausting, really. Because even when you corrected people they would try to take your identity from you, they usually said things like ‘men don't have long hair the way you do’ or ‘you wanna be a man? Then stop dressing like a woman'.

You weren't trying to be a man, you were a man.

“I see it,” Adam said and shot you a small smirk. Your head snapped sideways to look him in the eyes, “You do?” Adam made a hand gesture that was meant to say ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. “When I look at you I see my handsome boyfriend, you don't give two shits, you dress in what you feel comfortable, you wear your hair in ways that make you feel good and hands down, that's the hottest thing you can do, doesn't make you any less of a man.” His wing wrapped around your back softly, the tips of his feathers wrapped over your shoulder to gently pet your cheek. “You’re the most interesting angel I ever got to meet, babes. Don't let these assholes bring you down just because they can't see the most obvious thing.”

You tilted your head slightly, curiously looking up at your boyfriend, “N that is?” “That you're a motherfucking dude, babes,” he spoke like it was the most obvious thing, and to him personally it was. You've always been you, always been a man, nothing could ever change that. His hand slid smoothly through your hair, pushing the long silky strands out of your face. “And if some fuckface ever tries to claim anything else, you're gonna head straight up to me and I'll handle it, got it?” You knew he meant it and it warmed your heart that he cared so much. You leaned against his arm, your head was resting against his shoulder as you whispered a quiet “Thank you”.

[pastrydragon]

Disney villains reacting to a sensitive s/o who is tired of being good and now wants revenge and to go ape shit, if you want.

Just got back from camping and the power of nature(and marshmallows) has revitalized me.

This is the hottest thing they have ever seen and they are DOWN BAD "Wow you're sexy when you're angry- Which is secondary to you being upset, of course, please stop looking at me like that.": Hades, Ursula, Chernabog, Clayton, Alameda Slim, and Shere Khan.

They had a banner that says Welcome To Villainy! ready to go, an empty photo album titled S/O's Evil Plans, and a written list of people S/O hates and why. They have prepared for this day with the care and joy most people would put into their weddings. "Too much? I knew it was too much when I put it together but I'm so exited!": Professor Ratigan, DORIS, Jafar, King Candy, Scar, and Zira.

An appropriate amount of exited and horny. They're happy S/O decided to stand up for themselves and that they get to do villain stuff together. "This is gonna be a lot of fun! Mostly cathartic, but also really fun!": Dr. Facilier, Yzma, Cruella, Hook, Gothel, Rourke, Maleficent and Grimhilde.

They're supportive of whatever makes their S/O happy. But mostly they want permission to go fucking feral on that one guy. You know, that guy. Yeah that guy is a dead motherfucker, no mercy, no forgiveness. "I'm gonna get us matching t-shirts for when we take a selfie with his grave. Nothing incriminating but definitely a pun based on the murder method.": Shan Yu, Headless Horseman, Mim, Oogie Boogie and Tamatoa.

They mean this in the most respectful and loving way possible, but they would like to destroy S/O's enemies for them instead. S/O shouldn't put themselves in danger or get in trouble because other people didn't know how to behave, and imagining killing someone is very different from actually doing it. This way S/O may go to bed tonight upset, but they'll wake up with no problems in the morning. It'll be like nothing upset S/O so badly in the first place, right? "I know you can do it yourself, but you shouldn't have to. You shouldn't have to change just because they're trash.": Horned King

They don't think S/O means it, they're so squishy. S/O is just especially upset today, they'll calm down and then take it all back. Obviously. "Have you eaten today? Oh I just want to know how much I should order, I really just want you to feel better.": AUTO and Helga.

"... It's not worth it.": Randall and Ernesto De Le Cruz.

[mitchiegonewild]

aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class 

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

[bakudekuficlist]

Do you have any angsty fics that are canon to the story ? There can also be smut & fluff etc.

Mini-List: Canon-Compliant Angst

please mind the tags! some of these are hurt/no comfort and/or deaddove!

Until We Meet Again - EquinoxSolstice

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 19916 words | Teen/No Warnings Apply

Change is the only constant in the world.

It is also the most terrifying ordeal a person has to endure.

With the War won and All For One vanquished, Izuku must prepare for the next chapter in his life: becoming a true Hero by following All Might's footsteps.

But dreams come with a price. Now, he prepares to leave everything he loves behind.

And loving Bakugou Katsuki the most makes it the hardest thing Izuku will ever do.

As Many Scars As There Are Stars - RandomFandoms65000

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 4713 words | Teen/Graphic Depictions of Violence

Midoriya sees Bakugou washing his clothes in the communal laundry room. He hasn’t seen him in a while since the war ended and he misses him greatly so he decides to talk to him. Chasing after him once again. When they get to talking Midoriya finds out Bakugou is struggling, in more ways than one this time.

Dude, chill - freshmilledpepper

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 8884 words | Explicit/ Rape/Non-con - Underage

Katsuki gets hit with an amnesia quirk, and suddenly he’s all kinds of hot for Deku. Shit escalates quickly.

☠️ 🕊

—-

“K-Kacchan, no, you - you can’t, you can’t, you’ll kill me, Kacchan-”

Kacchan nipped Izuku’s ear from behind and then whispered into it,

“You keep saying I’ll be mad about it later, but ya still haven’t said ya don’t like it.”

—-

Starts at the end of season 2 between internships and final exams….. remember how 🤬💥 Bakugo is during that part…

Reach Out - TheWitchAndTheCat

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 9253 words | Mature/No Warnings Apply

“You dare fucking lying to me, every day pretending things are better between us, when in fact it’s all as before if not worse, because we just slapped a patch on it and pretend nothing happened.” “What are you talking about?” “Why didn’t you fucking reach out to me?” His words were cold, hard, a blow to Deku’s guts, judging by the way his eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. He went to talk, but nothing came out. “Tell me why you didn’t fucking reach out to me, why you refused to grab my hand, ha?” He shook Deku and then pushed him away. “You gave up on me, didn’t you?” Deku did and said nothing. And Katsuki lost his temper.

Bakugou Katsuki keeps having the same nightmare night after night. He still can’t cope with what happened in Kamino, and far less accept the fact Deku didn’t reach out to him. The fact Deku, of all people, gave up on Katsuki.

love at second first sight - deadwriter16

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 4565 words | Teen/No Warnings Apply

The hottest man alive frowns for a second, and then throws his head back and groans loudly. “Motherfucker," he facepalms, massaging his head with his knuckles afterward in obvious goddammit, Izuku's at it again exasperation, "Of course it’s me.”

“Huh?” Izuku asks, “oh, are you the one I forgot?”

“Evidently,” the guy responds.

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or, izuku gets hit by a quirk and forgets kacchan. so izuku does the only thing that makes sense to do without his memories of this super hot guy: immediately try to seduce him.

Don't Come After Me - MajestyTime

Chapter(s): 1/1 | 1503 words | Teen/No Warnings Apply

He sees their faces and their bodies, limp and dirty like bloodied rags tossed aside in the dirt. The faces and bodies of his friends, his family, his mentors. But the darkest and most vivid visions Deku has are the ones with Kacchan's blazing palms and jeweled vermillion eyes.

Whether he's awake or asleep, the memory plays itself over and over again. The sound of the condensed explosions that left Deku's ears ringing. The pain of Kacchan colliding into Deku's already broken body. The sight of the stab wounds. The blood. The silence. The way Kacchan fell like a star shot down from the sky. The fear inside of Deku's heart buried and masked by red-hot rage.

[supportyours]

Cuando Me Miras [M.P.]

I'd leave everything behind when Maddy looks at me like that.

PAIRING: Maddy Pérez x Trans boy

NOTES: Life-time crush. Smut implied. Maddy and Nate never met.

SONG: Cuando Me Miras - C. Tangana

WORD COUNTER: 2.8k

I always saw her as almost surreal; out of my league, out of anyone's league. It's very confusing for a little girl to feel this way towards a classmate, much more so when you feel it for the first time.

She looked down at the girls and with disdain at the boys. Winning beauty contests with her hands tied and failing subjects nonchalantly, constantly thinking that this town was too small for her greatness.

I would give anything for a minute of Maddy's attention.

Things changed in senior year, when she started keeping her middle fingernails short, wearing mini-skirts much more often, and giving me sneaky glances from across the class. Her perfume kept me in a kind of limbo, I dreamed of her practically every week and my legs weakened when I met her gaze. My infatuation was already almost completely unconcealed, she knew perfectly well and I couldn't do anything to avoid it.

—You on astral travel? –I blink a couple of times to clear my vision and look over at her, leaning with both hands on my table. Her hair falls to her shoulders, her collarbones look so delicate even under the school's LEDs that the prospect of having to form a coherent sentence right now overwhelms me– Hey! Are you still with us?

—Mh-mhm. Just thinking.

—Yeah, do it some other time. I need your test –I frown in confusion. What's going on that she needs my test? How long had I been looking at her legs before this? She snaps her fingers and reaches out to me–. Your test. Now.

I'd rather eat shit than contradict her, so I fold the papers and hand them to her I don't know why.

That little interaction is enough to keep my stupid teenage brain daydreaming for days to come. I think about her when I study, when I'm with my friends, when I see her and when I don't and I know that this has gotten worse for me noticeably.

Five minutes of her attention this time, please, God.

On Friday we have this festival. I consider myself the number one fan of high school festivals. I don't know what they're about, I don't understand the game or the rules of American football, the guys on the team make me nauseous and the seats hurt my ass. But the cheerleaders, I forget everything when I see the cheerleaders. I'd let them kick me, spit on me, step on my face and would thank them.

They come out, wonderfully made up, wonderfully coiffed, incredibly stylized in their uniform. My eyes go to her. How pretty.

Avery sits down next to me again and offers me a soda. She makes empty conversation as she pulls her blonde hair up into a ponytail.

—Then we go to the party, huh.

—Oh, Avs, if I see another straight white man with the most ordinary face you've ever seen making out with the hottest motherfucker you've ever seen 'M gonna fuckin' shoot myself.

—You are the most dramatically Shakespearean person I have ever seen.

—Oh Juliet, my Juliet, this gonna end in a double homicide and that's a threat.

When the game and performances are over we take Avery's car to her place. She puts on an obscenely tight dress, does her makeup and my makeup, fills my hair with star-shaped glitter and baubles that make me feel pretty. We pick up Amelié and go to the house of I don't know what player who drools over Avs.

I sit on the first couch I see, where I settle down before taking out my things and starting to grind. I see Avery and Amelié disappearing into the mass, ready to dance. On the contrary, I find it comforting to be unnoticed in the crowd, it's calm, feels like being in a different dimension for me.

I finish rolling the joint and light it up. The smell must be like a super signal to Rue, who finds me in the blink of an eye. She sits next to me, hands me her drink, and I pass her the joint.

—It has M? –I ask smelling the liquid and she nods.

She spends ten minutes talking about her girlfriend without barely taking a breath and says goodbye when she sees her sister walking through the front door.

I continue alone for another half hour until the first Spanish song we'll have in a long time comes on, even though a quarter of us here are Latinos, and I get up to find my friends. I spot Amelié with a redhead on her neck and start shouting the lyrics at her:

Pobre diabla

Se dice que se te ha visto por la calle vagando

Llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo

Pobre diabla, llora por un pobre diablo

Amelié throws herself into my arms and I give her a spin. I don't know where she left the girl, but I'm glad she did. We dance the whole song. It makes me feel happy and euphoric, maybe it's just because I'm extremely stoned but I don't want to think about it too much. She dances and jumps until she is lost again among the people.

I laugh to myself. I gather my things that are miraculously still on the couch and go to the bathroom.

I throw the butt in the sink and wash the few parts of my face that aren't covered in purple paint. I hear the sound of the door and I raise my head, seeing Maddy's reflection in the mirror.

—Hey.

She doesn't say anything, just smiles at me and leans against the sink. She's wearing a dress that barely covers four inches below her low hips, her hair pulled back, knee-high boots. Has to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life.

She taps her fingernails against the marble, again the right middle ones short. Isn't she straight? That gives me a chill.

—You look pretty tonight.

I dry my hands on my pants and position myself in the same way as her.

—Can I ask you a question?

—Sure.

—You want to fuck me, don't you? –I choke. This can't be happening, it's impossible. It's definitely the work of my stoned brain begging for a little spice. But it does happen because she keeps talking– I realize how you look at me, how you do it especially with my legs.

—Who wouldn't? –I shudder at my own response. Why have I said it like that? God, what an asshole. I want to go home and lock myself in my room. Maybe I'll skip our common classes for a week.

—Yeah, right? That's what I ask myself. And I ask it myself day, after day, after day, after day... But you never take the first step –she moves towards the door. For a moment I think I screwed up, but when I hear the latch I go to heaven. She turns and looks at me leaning against it–. What are you waiting for?

I walk toward her tentatively. I don't really know what to do. I have spent so many years of my life adoring this woman and now I am so close.

—I guess at a signal from you.

—Is this not enough signal for you?

It's the moment. I know it's the moment, I can't let it pass. I take her face in my hands and kiss her.

I'm so nervous that I forget to move for the first few seconds until she takes the initiative. It's messy and confusing, but it's so good. I've waited so long for this, I've had so many fantasies, so many failed attempts that came to nothing.

We move to the counter and I lean her against it. I don't know where to go. My hands itch. What do I do with them? I want to have them in too many places at once. I scan her face to make sure it really is her, travel my hands down her chin and cheeks, place them under her ears and stroke with my thumbs. It's obvious that I have never been so anxious about anything, but she fits perfectly.

—Why don't you let me take care of this? –she suggests without almost separating from my mouth and I can only nod.

She pushes my chest to give herself some space and get out of the confinement between my body and the sink. She has the most lustful look I've ever seen. She has so many things that I have never seen in anyone else.

—Down –she demands and looks down at the ground.

Before I know it, I'm already on the floor. I hold myself up straight on my elbows and watch her bend over. She straddles me, places her hands on the sides of my torso, and flies on top of me. I try to move towards her lips, but she quickly backs away and pushes me back into place.

—I wanna kiss you –I ask. My voice is completely distorted, I'm almost embarrassed to sound so desperate.

She ignores me with a smile and moves to my neck.

She still doesn't touch me. I only feel the heat and know she's very close.

—Be quiet. You don't want someone to come close to the door and hear you, do you, honey?

I deny busily, which must please her, because she closes the distance and starts kissing. Her plump lips feel like they belong there, at least to me. I want to feel this for the rest of my life. I drop my head back and it resonates as it hits the ground. She can't help but laugh softly.

She doesn't stop. Starts grinding her hips, which I guess she does to get guys hard, but for me, it only brings a louder sigh than I would have liked. She slides her hands inside my shirt, runs over my hips again and again as if she was trying to create a mental image of it before seeing them. I'm sure they're much thinner than she's used to, more like hers. She goes higher and higher, squeezes and kneads here and there. She stops when she feels the edge of my binder and brings them back down, near the waistband of my jeans.

—Madds...

She breaks away to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, but all of her makeup remains intact; she could walk out of here right now and no one would know what happened, but to me she looks like a sin.

—You all right? –she whispers.

I decide not to answer her, I think it's my chance to kiss her again. Since the first time, my lips have been itching, anxiously waiting to meet again. She takes it so well, arching her back and pressing her hips harder. Oh, she's the sexiest girl in the world. I hopelessly moan into her mouth and she indulges in that, using me as she pleases.

She starts to unbutton my jeans without stopping to kiss me, slides her hand inside and touches me over my underwear. I move my hips up a bit, trying to get her to take it as an incentive to take off my pants, and she does.

She runs her hands up my thighs and slightly separates them. She caresses my skin towards my hips, hooks the elastic of my boxers from each side of my hips and slowly starts them down. The wait is killing me. The feel of her acrylic nails running down my legs as she drags my underwear makes me sigh. Her gaze is on me constantly. I lift my hips so she can lower them all the way down and she slides them off my legs, leaving them somewhere on the floor.

She climbs on top of me and returns to my neck, her hands pressed tightly to my hips. She has something with my neck, she has spent more time there than anywhere else. She leaves a wet trail behind my ear, along my chin, briefly past my throat before making her steps back. She sucks and sucks like a professional, she wants to leave a mark on me for tomorrow and I'm totally okay with that. I'd let her fuck me in front of everyone if she wanted it that way. I would do anything Maddy asked me to.

I can't help but moan when she bites my neck and I feel her immediate smile against my skin. She pulls away to kiss me on the mouth. My legs open more instinctively and she takes the opportunity to slide her hand from my hip to my lips. She runs a finger lightly over my slit as she continues to kiss me.

—You look so pretty right now -she says on my lips.

—Please...

I have completely lost it. I'm a mess and she hasn't even inserted the first finger. I can't think of anything but how right her hands feel on me.

—Beg for it –she asks with a cocky smile. I would never have expected this from her.

—Please, touch me. Please.

She slides a finger inside me looking at me expectantly for a reaction. When I moan she's satisfied no matter how soft it was and returns to my lips.

She kisses me like it's the last kiss she's going to give. I've never felt like this before, everything about her is surreal. I feel like I could explode at any moment, she moves inside me perfectly. I arch my back when she takes her finger away.

She bites my bottom lip as she pulls away from my mouth and wastes no time going down. She kisses my abdomen over my shirt, grabs the edges and pulls it up a bit so she can lick. She rips the skin over my pelvis with her teeth and digs her fingers harder than ever into my thighs. That too will leave a mark.

Bites my hip. She loves to bite. Spreads my thighs again, finally focusing on my crotch. I feel her hot breath and from one moment to another her tongue is on my clitoris. My breath quickens twice as fast. I try not to make it loud as she told me, so I clench my fists as hard as I can. She redirects her hand again and slides two fingers in at once. I feel satisfied and dissatisfied at the same time because I know that's all she can give. She turns her face away and looks me straight in the eye, at which I can't help but moan too loudly and she laughs softly. I don't know if she's aware of what she's doing to me.

She readjusts and starts moving her fingers back and forth. She brings the thumb of her free hand to my mouth, I spread it open and suck, she slides it across my lips and onto my clit. She begins to move it in a circular motion and my sense completely leaves my body, if there is still anything left.

I don't know how long she spends masturbating me, to me it feels like years, so close and so far at the same time. She picks up the pace and starts to thrust, making my eyes go to the back of my head. I moan uhs constantly, from time to time, her name. I don't realize that she has left my neck until I feel her saliva on my pelvic area. She withdraws her fingers from inside, her thumb still moving, and replaces them with her tongue. She blindly moves my legs with her free hand to place them on her shoulders and slaps me hard on the right thigh.

There's no way this is the first time she's done this. Which girl has Hetero Maddy been fucking with? I don't know why but that makes me hot.

I don't know what she does with her tongue but something hits inside me.

—Yes, yes! If you stop 'M gonna fucking kill you, baby -I don't know what I'm saying. I'm building too fast.

She puts her fingers in again and again falls on top of me.

—You'd have to kill me for me to stop. Taking it so well for me, such a good boy –she flies over my head, speaking in my ear–. You have no idea how much I wanted you. You think you can spend years looking at me like that without expecting consequences, huh? I bet you've fantasized so many times about fucking me on those tiny tables not knowing if any teacher could hear you rail the shit out of me. And at the end of the day, it's me who has the power, having you so wet for me. Just for me, right? –she gets what she wants when my legs inevitably go weak and the pre-orgasmic tremor spreads throughout my body– Finish for me, baby. I know you can do it. So ready, at my mercy –she encourages me and that's all I need.

I bring a hand to my mouth and yell loudly into it. The orgasm comes and, even though I don't cum, I firmly believe that I could position this as the best sexual experience of my life. She stops her fingers inside me and smiles at me.

[crownlessliestheking]

Maedhros and Húrin for the ask game

-@outofangband

@outofangband Thanks for the ask! And some v excellent picks, too.

For Maedhros-

Sexuality headcanon: He's not straight, I can say that definitively. I'm really into grey-romantic & grey-ace Maedhros, but also bi Maedhros but also gay Maedhros -- basically just queer Mae in any iterations will have me in its grips.

Gender headcanon: Oh, man. I think of the few Maedhros-centric fics I've written, I have written him as cis, but trans Maedhros is SO good.

A ship I have: I feel like Russingon is obvious but I tend to be a little picky about it? Maedhros/Fingolfin is sort of a guilty pleasure of mine. I think their canonical dynamic is so interesting, it makes me really want to put them in Other Situations.

A BROTP: Ok I am discounting Maedhros' literal brothers here, so...Also Maedhros & Fingolfin, to be honest. I like the dynamic! Plus they both have the entire 'I'm the reasonable one' aura except it's a thin veneer over the most feral motherfucker you've ever seen. Maedhro/Azaghal is a close second, though.

A NOTP: I actually don't think I have one? Certain iterations of Russingon aren't really my thing but that's not really...the ship as a whole.

A random headcanon: I think I've spoken about this a little on twitter, but Maedhros as THE hottest chaperone for Tirion Model Mahanaxar is near and dear to my heart. He's like...the village two wheeled device when it comes to first crushes in Valinor, and he bears it fairly gracefully (once he's old enough that it stops going to his head.) Especially when it's his brothers' friends.

General opinion: Positive! I like him, I think he's very interesting and tragic, and that there's a lot of crunch to sink your teeth into for him.

Hurin:

Sexuality headcanon: Oh, demisexual 100%.

Gender headcanon: I have not thought too much about it but I think like...GNC male or genderfluid Hurin is something I would definitely love to see (and will be looking for in the future.)

A ship: Hurin/Morwen, because I love Morwen, but there's some juice to Hurin/Morgoth.

BROTP: Turgon & Hurin, given Turgon's whole thing in the Fall of Gondolin I think it's very interesting how he welcomes Hurin and his brother. I mean, yeah, they swear oaths of secrecy before they leave, but still.

NOTP: Don't really like Hurin/Sauron. Can't say why as I've never consumed it.

A random headcanon: This man is like an octopus when it comes to sleep. Morwen wakes up and she has to fight a battle every single morning to get out of bed (and sometimes she just sleeps in). It's like he sprouts 4 extra limbs just to hold her. He also hogs the blankets.

General opinion: I don't know too much about him, really, but Hurin's entire story hurts my heart.

[the-hopeless-haze]

Oh, My Precious Whore

A/N: didn’t really think I’d ever be posting fic on here again… but I am tired and need a distraction so… have this as a treat

Pairing: Claire Underwood x f!reader, implied Duncan Shepherd x f!reader

CW: derogatory pet names, implied smut (will not occur in full until the next part)

Description: idk this is just pure filth bc there’s a severe lack of f!reader fic and… Robin Wright is hot af. Also had to throw in some Duncan in there bc I love Cody Fern

Maybe you should feel worse right now about what you’re doing, but you don’t.

You, at the very least, should feel scared. The Underwoods, or well, Underwood... she was a powerful woman and if you stepped a millimeter out of place your life was likely in danger. Or so they said. Your in-laws were wary of her, you know, but she was wary of them, too. You think. She’s a difficult woman to read.

The rumors concerning the crimes her late husband supposedly committed are lengthy and convoluted, but you suspect they hold some truth to them. Most rumors usually aren’t based totally in fiction. Her husband was truly a ruthless motherfucker. Claire... Claire doesn’t seem to be ruthless. Nor does she seem to be what you would describe as a motherfucker.

No, she’s a cold hearted bitch. A bitter, sociopathic cunt.

But you never wanted what was good for you.

Sometimes, you swear you love Duncan and you wish it was easier to convince yourself. He a good husband, all things considered. Perhaps a little too focused on work, but... he treats you well to make up for it. He is loyal to a fault, if anyone ever was. You met him through a friend, and though it makes you feel guilty you used him in a vain attempt to get closer to Annette.

But Annette didn’t swing your way, as she told you in not so many words. Or, rather, she said, “Just be a good pet and marry my son. You on his arm will do well for everyone all around. Your dalliances on the side are no one’s business as long as you keep them secret enough that not even Duncan finds out.”

So you agreed, and accepted his proposal you figured she no doubt hounded him into. It’s not so much that you don’t like men, you do, and Duncan is such an attractive man, and he’s a thorough lover... it’s just you suppose you have a preference for women. Older women. You used to joke in high school that you wanted to be a high-end escort for rich older women getting away from their CEO husbands for the weekend.

But your parents would have never approved of that plan. So you went to law school instead. Which was fine. You make decent money without Duncan, but with him you’re somewhat of a young, hot power couple. You’re not really interested in policy the way his family is - you just like ingratiating yourself amongst these people with influence. You get off on brushing shoulders with the powerful. Parties don’t mean much to you. Everyone is truly an evil son of a bitch, no matter what they say when the cameras are on. No one cares about progress, not unless it’s self-serving.

The first time you met Claire, you thought you might die. She barely gave Duncan a second glance but you? She stood and chatted with you about your latest case your firm had taken - how she knew about it among all the other things on her mind, you don’t know - but it was a pleasant conversation, all things considered. You know her and Annette used to be close. You wonder how much Claire does know about you.

You know you can’t trust her. At all.

But after that incident, Duncan grinned and shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to give credence to those rumors. She might have it out for you.”

“Rumors?” You asked, panicking already. Did he know?

“That Claire is a lesbian. It’s been floating around some circles, that that’s why she wasn’t truly upset at her husband’s death, that that’s why she’s pushing so hard for female rights. It’s interesting. It is the first time I met her, but having done so it wouldn’t entirely surprise me.”

You can tell. That woman probably isn’t a lesbian, or if she is, she’s very good at utilizing her charm to make it seem as though she’s not. If anything, you’d peg her as asexual. She uses sex as a weapon. Fair enough. You’ve seen even weaker women feel the need to use it.

You wonder if she’s ever had sex purely for herself and not for manipulation purposes.

You wonder if she could even do that. You reckon you don’t really care if you found out the hard way.

It’s a few weeks later that you receive a message stating the President required your audience. And you know you should tell Annette, or Duncan at the very least, but you don’t. You know you shouldn’t show up at all. But Annette said to keep your dalliances secret. So secret they will stay.

“How loyal are you to the Shepherds?” Claire asks when you arrive. Straight to the point. Good.

“As loyal as I have to appear,” you tell her.

Claire smiles a little. “Why did you marry Duncan? He doesn’t seem quite your type.”

“And what do you presume my type is?”

“Perhaps more feminine. Older.”

“Mm. And what is your type, Ms President?”

“Why did you marry him? Did Annette threaten to out you?” she repeats.

“Not in so many words,” you say.

“Hmm. Interesting. He has no idea, I presume?”

“Why did you call me here?” you ask, your anxiety getting the better of you.

“I need information on the Shepherds. And I believe I have something you’d want in return.”

Your head starts spinning, but no, spinning is an understatement. It’s fucking doing somersaults. You cannot believe what she’s proposing.

“You want to prostitute yourself to me for information?”

And Claire does the last thing you ever expected the bitch to do. She walks across the room and slaps you across the face. Hard enough to sting, but not as hard as you bet she could. You feel the cold metal of her wedding ring press against your cheek as she grabs your chin, her cold blue eyes piercing through to your soul. “Don’t you dare fucking accuse the president of the United States of debasement, and don’t ever assume you have the upper hand.”

“Claire—“

“Are we on first name basis, slut?” she asks, her hand slithering down to your throat. Holy shit, you think. This bitch might actually fucking kill me. You think you’d care more if this wasn’t possibly the hottest thing that ever happened to you. “I didn’t think so. Now. What are your loyalties? Who are you closest to?”

“Duncan, obviously. Annette lets her guard down around me because she likes that I think she’s hot, but she still doesn’t like me. Bill and I don’t get along.”

“Interesting. How much does Duncan know?”

“I know more than Duncan.”

“Really, now? Are you just saying that? Because if you don’t prove to be useful...”

“What? You’ll kill me?”

Claire laughs. “No, you’re much more fun to me alive. But tell me… do you know where Duncan came from?”

“I mean, I truly don’t know how Annette’s cunt could birth anything, given how much of a bitch she is, but…”

Claire smiles. “Yes. Much more fun alive. Duncan is not her child.”

“Well, that’s a relief I don’t have any chance of keeping the Shepherd bloodline alive,” you snicker. “Where did he come from, then?”

“I’ll tell you… in time. But you have to tell him, too. In front of Annette and Bill. I want them all to know.”

“They’ll skin me alive if they knew I was here.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not? These are my terms.”

“So that is why I’m here?”

She only smirks at you, the wrinkles around her blue eyes crinkling as she does. “Your attraction to me is far more interesting than... well, men are pigs, right? I’m sure you are well aware. But you, you look at me like you want to fuck me, sure, but you also know your place. You respect me, even if you try to talk back. Men don’t know any better.”

“Have you ever slept with a woman before?”

She only smiles. “Does it matter?”

“Just wanted to know if there was credence to the rumors.”

“Rumors? You’re quite bold. I’m the one with my hand...wrapped around your throat.”

“It’d be pretty messy for you if you killed me right now,” you retort, wincing and rubbing your legs together as she increases the pressure on your neck.

“You’ll learn not to talk back, whore. To think you’re a married woman...”

“Yeah? Did you hold your marriage sacrosanct?”

There’s that smile again. She’s beautiful, ethereal, but there’s something so inhumane about the way her lips move upward to smirk at you. Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth, but you always were a brat. Besides, it’s more fun this way.

“I did.”

“Liar,” you accuse, smirking at her as you do, and she lets go of your throat and before you can miss the feeling too much she slaps your face again, the right cheek this time, much harder than the first time. You let out a startled, strangled moan on impulse, stumbling back a little against the wall.

“Oh, did that hurt?” she coos at you condescendingly, fixing a piece of your hair that fell out of place as you stand back up, pressing your back flat against the wall for stability. Claire crosses her arms and stands directly in front of you.

“I can take it. I can take more than that,” you say boldly.

“Oh? What else do you like, slut?”

“You name it, I’m game.”

“Anything? Handcuffs? Whips? Knives?”

You nod at everything she comes up with. Jesus, you would let this woman carve out your heart if she wanted it.

“If I make you bleed?”

“Better.”

“Interesting. Does Duncan play these little games with you?”

You laugh. “No.”

“You only want a woman to do these things to you?”

“Precisely. Are you kinky, Madam President?”

“Whatever my partner requires... I make certain I provide.”

“But what do you want?”

“I’m a hard woman to please.”

“Oh. Is that the kind way of saying Frank wasn’t good in bed?” you ask, feigning sympathy. She only smirks again. “I’m surprised you didn’t slap me for that. He must have really been awful.”

“You think you could do better?”

“Women do everything better,” you laugh, earning perhaps the only genuine smile you’ve gotten from this woman the whole time. “That’s why I wanted to know if you’ve been with a woman...”

“No. But I’ve thought about it. Never had a woman as interested as you.”

“I find that very hard to believe. Maybe you just never noticed. What gave it away?” You’re aching for her to touch you again, give you anything, even pain, but she stands still in front of you.

“I can just tell. Besides, I was interested to meet you. You’re the Shepherd’s weak link. I knew Annette didn’t vet you carefully enough.”

“Are you saying me being gay is an issue?”

“Are you so naive to think it wouldn’t be, given the state of this country?” she retorts. “But that’s not all. I can tell you don’t like them. I could tell you were easy... on more than one account.”

You roll your eyes. “I fucking hate Bill. I mean it’s awful to say, he’s not doing well physically, but he’s just made life a living hell for me.”

“Why?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“I don’t know. Maybe he hates gay people. Maybe he hates women. Both. Don’t know.”

“So everyone knows but Duncan? Funny how he’s kept out of all the good family secrets that concern him.”

You sigh. “See, sexuality’s a funny thing. I like Duncan. I do. And sometimes sex with him is good if not great. He’s a good partner. But I just prefer women.”

“Must be nice to have it figured out. Your generation did have it easier.”

You look at her questioningly. You never thought someone like her was human enough to struggle with such a thing, but perhaps that’s an unfair assessment.

Or she’s playing you.

Still. She’d have to be quite a good player - not that you should underestimate her skill - to talk about something as personal as her struggles with sexuality. Straight people just don’t get it. Would she really be this easily well versed if it was a game?

“There’s still a long ways to go,” you say.

“I intend to rectify that.”

“Of course you do.”

Her eyes narrow at you and she tilts her head. “Do you think I should be doing better?”

“Yeah. Come out, for starters.”

“Says the woman in a sham marriage.”

“It’s not a sham. I love Duncan,” you protest.

“Then why are you here, selling out his family just for a chance to fuck me? You’re not much better than I am.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you anything yet. Besides. It’s not his real family… as you say.”

“No. You haven’t told me anything I didn’t already know. But I haven’t fucked you yet either, have I?”

“Touché.”

“Come over here,” she beckons, leaning against the desk and once again it strikes you where you are - the fucking Oval Office. Are you seriously going to have sex in the Oval Office? Conservatives would be disgusted by this (although it wouldn’t be the first time this office was defiled). “Don’t look so scared now. You can’t back out at this point.���

You nod, trying not to look as nervous as you feel and walk the few steps over to her, your legs inches from hers. God, you’re practically dying from the anticipation alone.

“Does Duncan ever tell you how beautiful you are?” She asks. You’re absolutely shellshocked. There’s no trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Sometimes,” you murmur.

“Just like men to not appreciate what they have.”

“Mm. Frank didn’t appreciate you, Claire? Didn’t make you feel good? I would. If you were my wife I’d make you come every fucking day,” you say, and boldly you decide to punctuate that statement by pressing your lips to hers.

Mistake. Or maybe not, you don’t know.

Her hands tangle in your hair and you feel her stand up, press against you firmly before backing you into the desk, pushing you onto it until your back is flat on the wood, and she’s hovering over you, her lips ghosting yours.

“I’m a hard woman to please,” she reiterates and you realize she never fucking lost her breath while you feel like the wind was knocked out of you. “I’m ambivalent about attention in general. But look at you, whore. You crave it, don’t you? Just want someone to tell you that you’re a good girl... oh, look at you squeeze your thighs together. Are you wet for me, slut?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You ask, spreading your legs slightly for her.

She shakes her head, her straight platinum locks shifting as she does so, brushing against your face. “See? You’re not a good girl. You’re a dirty filthy whore and you just don’t know when to shut that whore mouth or close your fucking legs.”

You stay silent - you’re not sure what to do now. Do you antagonize her, push her further, see if it will rile her up again? Or do you try and kiss her again?

Claire has other ideas. “Beg,” she hisses in your ear. “Get down on your knees and beg for me.”

—- and I am evil and ending it there! Plz let me know if I should continue this!

[katymacsupernatural]

The Proposal Part 12

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary:  Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The party was the least of your worries. As soon as you left the offices, Jensen was pulling you to the side. “I have a short filming schedule today. Why don’t we get your stuff packed up and bring it on over to my place? We can have dinner brought in. Maybe talk about what needs to happen first.”

“I’m not sure I can leave early,” you argued. You didn’t want to sound argumentative, but you weren’t the star. You were just a personal assistant that could be replaced in an instant. Leaving early wasn’t always an option for you, no matter if you wanted to or not. 

“Leave that to me,” he winked one of those gorgeous green eyes your way. Which made you notice the blood covering his eyebrow and temple. And while that would have worried anyone else, you had to remind yourself it was just makeup. He was taking a break from playing Dean Winchester, the hottest monster hunter you had ever seen. 

Squeezing your shoulder as he passed, he headed straight for the offices you had just vacated while you forced yourself to keep moving. Past the trailers to the food tent. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee and grabbing a muffin, you sat down at one of the picnic tables, taking a deep breath. Sipping at your coffee, you knew you only had moments before you would be pulled back to work. 

“You seem frazzled,” Ruth sank down across from, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. “Need an ear?”

“You’ve already done so much,” you started to say but she waved it off. “I just feel really in over my head right now. I’m barely staying afloat, and I fear things are just going to get worse.”

“What is it now? I thought the weekend in Texas had gone smoothly.”

Picking at the muffin, you were surprised at how close to tears you were. It wasn’t that you were that upset. But things kept getting piled up on your shoulders and you felt as if you might crack. “It did. His family was nice, and he was very understanding. But now he wants me to move in with him. Today actually. And Jim is already planning a fancy engagement party up here. Warning me that I need to be on my best behavior. I don’t want to do another party. Especially with all the office big shots. And he’s inviting media. I’m not used to being in front of them. What if I disappoint Jensen?”

She squeezed my hand just as one of the producers came into the tent, motioning for me to move on. “Dearie, you won’t disappoint him. Just be yourself, and let those buffoons in suits fall in love with you.”

You smiled at her before making your way back to set, seeing the disapproving glares of the fellow assistants. They had already heard the news, and it seemed as if you were being judged by them as well.

“Y/N, we need you over there,” the producer ordered. “You need to clean up all that glass.”

There was fake glass everywhere. Sam and Dean were being pushed through a window, and of course, it had to be cleaned up after every shot. 

“Unless she thinks she’s too good for that now,” one of the other assistants muttered loud enough for you to hear. “Throwing herself at the actors, spreading her legs just to get some media notice. I bet Jensen’s just using her.”

The words stung, but you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself by retorting. Ignoring them, you began sweeping up the glass just as Jensen and Jared came back in. Jensen waved at you as did Jared, and you ducked your head, not wanting any other nasty comments coming your way. 

Jensen came striding over. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just some jealous people making their thoughts known.”

He frowned. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that. If there’s anything I could do…,”

You shook your head. Anything he would do now would only add fuel to the fire. “But I did talk to Jim, and we’re both leaving at 2. I’ll drive you to your apartment, and we can gather some stuff up today, pick up the rest another day. Sound good?”

“Yeah.”

He headed back to his chair just as the director set up the shot and you stepped to the side, working hard to get the props set up in order that they would need them. Keeping to yourself, you listened as Jensen and Jared rolled through their lines with ease, laughing when there was a pause in filming. 

“Hey Y/N,” Janelle whispered as she brought over some extra blood in case they needed a touch-up. “Why didn’t you let me know about you and Jensen? That’s some juicy gossip I would have loved to hear about.”

“We were keeping it a surprise,” you whispered back. “The office is trying to control things.”

“Watch your back,” she warned. “Those girls are jealous.”

Filming was wrapped only five minutes later, and Jensen came jogging over to you. “Ready to go?” 

Nodding, you were surprised when he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Y/N and I have a busy night planned. See everyone tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder. 

You were sure the other girls were just seething, but you couldn’t care. You loved the feeling of his lips against yours. It had been a nice surprise. He ducked into his trailer, changing into street clothes, joining you not even five minutes later. There was still a slight smudge of fake blood on his temple, and you reached up, brushing it away.

“We’re taking Cliff’s SUV. It should be large enough to haul most of your stuff. Then you get to pick dinner tonight, okay?”

“Sounds great,” you answered, slightly nervous at spending so much time with Jensen. Alone. In your apartment, and then his. A man that you wished would just kiss you once again. 

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[monkeydlesbian]

hi, baby! i was wondering if i could request a sero / denki and / or kirishima imagine / headcanons where they walk into the s/o crying about her body? and maybe try console her or something? if not that’s completely find and understandable. have a good night/ day. <3 ~ 🦆

of course you can bae!! ty so much for requesting! i’m sorry these are late and a bit shorter but i still hope you like them 🥺♡︎

i also made the reader gender neutral and i didn’t go into too much detail about the bodies!

warnings: insecurities, crying, but a lot of fluff!

hanta sero

SOFTIE ROMANTIC ASF!!!!!

first i’d like to start off by saying hanta sero’s world literally revolves around you.

i feel like he’s such a sucker for everything about you and he cares about people, especially his partner, so so much.

he genuinely thinks you’re the prettiest and most beautiful thing this world has ever seen, and he MEANS THAT!!!

so, when he walks in on you curled up in a little ball on the floor, sniffling and your head buried in your hands, he’s immediately by your side asking you what’s wrong.

as you tell him your concerns about yourself, he’s petting your hair, rubbing his hands down your back, doing literally anything he can to help soothe you as you talk about this sorta thing.

i definitely feel like he’ll sympathize with you, because i feel like his elbows might have given him some insecurities in the past.

he reassures you in the cutest and most practical way.

“what are you doing right now?”

“um.. crying?” you say, with a snotty laugh.

“no no no,” he chuckles and backtracks. “where are you going in life? what are you doing right now with your life? because that body,” he squeezes your arms for emphasis. “is helping you do just that!”

you smile and he pecks you on the lips.

“my elbows are ugly as hell, sweetheart,” you throw your head back and laugh. “but they made me into the hero i am today. the part of my body that i hated the most is what gave me the ability to save people.”

sero is insanely good at reassuring people, you’re sure he has a second quirk or something.

because the way he said it makes sense like you understand where he’s coming from now.

even if you still continue to have doubts and insecurities about your body, sero is going to be there 110% of the time to help reassure you that you are BEAUTIFUL, and that nothing will stop him from loving you.

because you’re his baby! the love of his life! he loves you so much, please never forget that.

denki kaminari

clueless bby,,,,, oml.

i feel like kaminari is in a constant state of “head empty, thoughts s/o hot.”

he is just wholeheartedly head over heels for you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

he just loves you!!! so much!!! you’re literally the hottest thing he’s ever seen!!! how could anyone not love you!!!!!

and the moment you voice your insecurities to him and say how you’re feeling about your body, i genuinely believe he’s gonna be confused as hell.

like,,, you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid his eyes on,,,, but you don’t see that.

“what’re you talking about, babe? you’re literally hot as hell.”

“😐 denki-“

“i’m being SERIOUS, you’re literally the most beautiful thing on this earth, i mean that.”

“🥺 denki-“ SHJSFJHFJSJS

i know for sure that kaminari is one cheeky motherfucker, so his love language is most definitely touch.

i guarantee you he’s going to show you how much he loves you by kissing you, touching you, and holding you in all of the places you’re insecure about.

ur tummy? he’s kissin it.

ur cute booty? he’s givin it a lil squeeze.

it literally doesn’t matter what it is, he can and will physically show you how much he absolutely adores you!!!!

eijirou kirishima

SCREAAAMMMM!!!!!

god what a little attentive and kind baby he is.

sometimes when you’re upset he’ll notice something is wrong even before you do.

like. you won’t even get the chance to figure out what’s upsetting you before kirishima is asking you what’s wrong and what he can do to help.

like bro do u have a sixth sense or smthn?????

kirishima is such a kind soul in my opinion; he’s so generous and he’s always so kind to others no matter what.

i don’t rlly pay attention to astrology but Libra Tingz!

so when kirishima sees you sitting on your bed, face buried in your pillow as you’re crying... oh boy.

i don’t wanna say that he’s much of a coddler, but at the same time how could he not be 😭.

oh god he’s just sit on the bed and he’s gonna wrap his arms around you and he won’t even ask what’s wrong until you’ve calmed down a little bit because he figured you’d need to let this out.

once you’re done crying, he’s shifting you into his lap and you’re burying your head into one of his shoulders, just taking all of him in.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks softly, soft breaths hitting your temple as he rests his lips there.

since you’ve calmed down, you start to open up about why you’re insecure and how your body makes you feel, and he’s nodding and humming along at what you say to let you know he’s listening.

babey’s hands have been resting on your hips for the whole time, rubbing warm and reassuring circles there with his thumbs.

once you’re done, he lifts your head up by your chin to look him in the eye, and he’s giving you a sweet and long kiss on the lips.

i feel like kirishima is the type to be super thankful people can trust him with certain things, so for you to open up to him about this, it means the world to him.

“thank you for trusting me with this, baby,” he starts, smiling and pecking you on the cheek.

“you’re so beautiful, even if you don’t feel like it, you know that right? i love you so much, nothing’s gonna change that.”

“you mean that?” you say with pleading eyes; kirishima feels his heart squeeze.

“of course! i’ll tell you every day if i have to,” he says with a grin, squeezing your hips playfully. you giggle at the stupid smile on his face and he feels himself almost sigh in relief.

kirishima will do literally anything and everything for his partner, whether it be something as small as cleaning up for them or giving them constant words of reassurance.

he loves you so very much, you mean the WORLD to him, and don’t you ever forget that!!!

[anunvalidcritic]

Justice League: Snyder Cut

(DISCLAIMER: MY OPINION IS MY OWN AND CAN BE DEEMED INVALID TO THOSE WHO DON’T CARE FOR IT.)

Oh, the time has come my friends! Now, I originally did a review on Batman V.S. Superman and I didn’t care for it, so I deleted it. But before I start, I would like y’all to read this statement made by @verified-villain-fxcker - You can click HERE to read it. As I stated in my repost, I couldn’t have said it better. May Autumn Snyder continue to rest in peace. Let’s get started!

It’s been so long since I’ve made a post I can’t even remember how I do this LOL.

CLARK is outta there to say the least...

WONDER WOMAN and LOIS look flabbergasted, as they should... BRUCE as well.

Talk about a shock-wave scream 

All jokes aside, the hate that LEX has towards SUPERMAN is just to much energy to be giving to another person..

THESE BITCHIES ARE READY

why are they letting a minority approach the fucking the cube?!?!

*insert travel montage scene here*

                      Part 1 - “Don’t count on it, Batman.”

BRUCE knows damn well he’s talking to AQUAMAN. Let’s move this shit along lol

“Oh Gotham? How’s that shit hole?” - AQUAMAN

Ik these bitchies aren’t singing rofl

I’d sniff anything wore by Jason Momoa too.

“Maybe a man who broods in a cave isn’t cut out to be a recruiter.” - ALFRED

TALK YO SHIT ALFRED!!!!

AMY ADAMS can literally take my heart, step on it, throw it in a river and I still wouldn’t be mad. 

Here comes the lovely WONDER WOMAN!

broooo her hands were moving like Donnie Yen in Ip Man!

Fucked that entire ceiling up

Ofc the one who tried to touch it would make the stupid statement. 

STEPPENWOLF is really wildin’ out

Don’t look back! I hate it when they look back!!

These are some strong as women!

                             PART 2 - “The Age of Heroes”

“It’s toxic, that’s good.” - STEPPENWOLF

I can only imagine that this is how toxic people think. 

this dude really just threw that lil demon fella like it was nothin’ lmao

You know you're working at a job for too long when you say this is the first time in a while that they're going home early smdh

Now that shit was pretty lit....

SILAS thinkin’ shit I better check on my son. 

“You know a lot about monsters, don’t you? Especially how to make them.” - CYBORG

If that isn’t teen angst, then I don’t know wtf is lmao

Seeing Gal in this tomb makes me want to re-watch Wonder Woman 1 all over again!

DARKSEID ol’ trifflin’ ass

plopped him down like he was dirty laundry

God bless Willem Dafoe, this man is a fuckin’ legend!

“This world is divided. They’re a primitive species. Unevolved and at war with one another. Too separate to be one.” - STEPPENWOLF

DeSaad kinda looks like Doctor Doom in the Fantasic Four reboot lmao

GREEN LATERNS!!!!!!!!!!!! OH SHIT!!!!!!!!

we really need a Green Lantern Corps moving...

ZEUS + ARES = A Dynamic Duo When They Aren’t Being Dicks To Each Other

You know I feel bad for man because all they did was bury that shit in the ground rofl

                  Part 3 - “Beloved Mother, Beloved Son”

BARRY + IRIS = Love at First Sight 

The burger can’t be that good like damn. 

Bro the detail on his fucking shoes and the glass!!

ROFL PLEASE TELL ME HE TOOK THE HOTDOG FOR HIS DOG!?!? 

damn did the car really need to explode...

lol BARRY must really need the job lol

... I would’ve just played dead after he threw me against that rock...

Man of Steel probably has one of the best soundtracks not just for a superhero movie but just in general

Americans love their football!

I have this love-hate relationship with CYBORG being in the JL and not with the TITANS you know since he’s a kid, but he’s a college student in this one. 

Thank God DIANA spoke with VICTOR instead of BRUCE because I honestly don’t think he would’ve gotten him on board.

Everyone can literally zigzag zoom across this planet at undeniable speed except for BATMAN lol

Come on, VIC, help the lady out.

You know honestly, BARRY has a pretty cool pad for someone who's trying to get by paying for a Criminal Justice Degree. 

“A very attractive Jewish boy. Who drinks milk, I don’t drink milk.” - BARRY

“Fuck the World.” - CYBORG

dang Ik DIANA has every right to grieve over STEVE, but damn that man has her whipped!

“You’re looking at the hottest thing on Earth. The exact same thing I said to my prom date. She dumped me anyway.” - RYAN CHOI

Why does MERA have an accent in this but not in AQUAMAN?? (ik the answer)

DAAAYYUUUMMMN MERA TURNED INTO A WHOLE BLOOD BENDER!

                               PART 4 - “Change Machine”

CYBORG just glided over silently

STEPPENWOLF + WONDER WOMAN = EPIC FIGHT SCENE

Seeing BARRY move like that to stop the debris and to ping DIANA’S sword really is amazing..

But he should not be screaming like that LOL

How do you not remember the planet that’s habitants almost killed you?? Because if that was me, I wouldn’t have forgotten that shit at all!

 Would've held a big ass grudge until I could go back. 

“I know we’re all thinking the same thing right now. Who’s gonna say it? I’m not gonna say it.” - BARRY

WOOOAAHHH J’ONN JONES?! (forgot about that)

 “There are six, not five. There is no us without him.” - BRUCE

Damn, no faith at all 

                         PART 5 - “ALL The King’s Horses”

ICONIC DIALOGUE

BARRY - “Wonder Woman. What do you think, man? You think she’d go for a younger guy?”

VICTOR - “She’s 5,000 years old, Barry. Every guy is a younger guy.”

I would’ve kept swippin’ that ID like a cashier at Wal-Mart swippin’ a debit card.

They're movin’ a little too slow for me. Ik they’ve never been on the ship before, but I would’ve been zoomin’ through that entire ship just to hurry and get the job done. 

NOT THE PREGNANCY TEST

Damn, they couldn’t have at least picked up the photo??

The foreshadowing was spectacular! It will always amaze me. 

I’m sure Allstate will cover that person’s car...

Just when LOIS was about to move on. 

CLARK grabbed DIANA like miss me with that Rafiki shit.

I would’ve come back to my senses too after looking at Amy Adams. 

AQUAMAN + THE FLASH = A CONUNDRUM

DR. SILAS takin’ one for the team

                              PART 6 - “Something Darker”

As crazy as radiation is, it’s quite an amazing spectacle.

I wish this Justice League movie could’ve held off until we got some other heroes such as the Green Lanterns, Hawkgirl, and many others. 

Our generation was truly blessed to have an incredible actor as SUPERMAN, and we are not putting him to use!

JONATHAN sounds like President Biden lol

Alright, team?! Break!

AQUAMAN is totally enjoying this fight. He rode that Parademon like a surfboard.

AQUAMAN + CYBORG + FLASH = *THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN*

I swear every scene that WONDER WOMAN enters into does not fail to include the “Ancient Lamentation Music”. 

VICTOR hurry up and say “one” god damnnit!!

SUPERMAN COLD!!!!

Somebody needs to put this fight on WorldStar

BARRY = HE’S A RUNNA HE’S A TRACK STAHHHHARRR!!!

THAT WAS FUCKING IMMACULATE

The Unity  = The Three Bitchies

I bet DARKSEID will remember that shit now

                        EPILOGUE - “A Father Twice Over”

VICTOR = A Final Requiem

LOL VULKO and MERA look stressed tf out!

“Uh, I have too much to live for. And more important things to do.” - LEX

A cocky motherfucker LMAO

Alright, we’re back in this type of dream sequence. 

“Who have you ever loved?” - MERA

Uh, bitch his parents, Robin tf?!

Thank you, JOKER, for stating the facts for Ms. Fish-stick

 Oh shit, they let LOIS die, goddamn it!

HARLEY’S DEAD TOO?!?!?!

BRUCE LOOK SICK AF!!!

Well, the dream is over once again...

I just don’t see how people can live with all those fuckin’ windows. 

“Oh, and some have called me The Martian Manhunter.” - J’ONN

Alright...

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Yes, the movie was long but what needed to be expressed was. As we already the Snyder Cut wasn’t supposed to be seen because a father simply wanted to grieve the death of his child. I’ll once again reiterate what @verified-villain-fxcker you don't have to like the film but at least give it the benefit of the doubt from its predecessor. For me, I did enjoy watching his version, but let’s be honest what he who shall not be named did was just fucked up. 

[rawstfish]

Write please for captain price. I need more of that man in my life.

I decide to do how I think Price and MacMillan's first meeting each other went. I also took this as a chance to kinda introduce my OC, it's a completely different story. Sorry if you wanted a x reader.

Warnings: Price simping/Fighting

“Alright, here is the lieutenant's file and the lieutenant himself.” With that the man left the break-room, leaving MacMillan alone with his new squad-mate. Neither of them said anything.

MacMillan picked up the man’s file and started looking through. The lieutenant was top of the recruits in basic training, acing all the courses in phase 1 and 2. It’s noted that he was only 16 when started and had little to no experience. After finishing basic training, the man climbed the ranks fast. With his sharp mind, a natural at combat, and his seeming lovable personality. However, in parentheses it’s noted that he acts on impulse and doesn’t do well with listening to orders. As well as, his weakest skills are sneaking and sniper-rifles.

I see now why they assigned me with a stranger. MacMillan looked up, his bright blue eyes meeting a darker blue. The man’s face held no emotion, he looked lost in thought but about what?

The lieutenant was thinking about one thing and one thing only. MacMillan is absolutely the sexiest man the lieutenant has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. MacMillan’s eyes are the brightest color blue this man has ever seen, and don’t even get him started on the little flakes of gray in them. His big, strong nose matching his strong, sharp jawline. His short black hair is the softest looking hair the lieutenant has seen in this military. The lieutenants favorite part of MacMillan though, was his lean build being hugged so tightly from his shirt.

“John?” MacMillan called his name out, with the hottest scottish accent he’s heard in forever.

“You're hot.” Was Price's only response. MacMillan’s face filled with confusion.

Wait, did I just say that out loud? Fucking hell I didn’t mean to let that slip out...Actual no, I did mean to say that out loud. Look at that cute confused face. Price snapped out of his thoughts quickly, just now realizing what MacMillan called him.

“And please, call me Price. I’ve always liked it better.” He said with a little smirk on his lips.

“Okay, sorry about that.” MacMillan stood up from his metal chair, “We should start getting ready to head out.” And with that MacMillan started leaving the room. Not before he suddenly stopped in the doorway.

“Thanks for the compliment but don’t get distracted.” He left Price in the break-room, leaving him with a sense of need growing bigger.

He wants to play hard to get, then we can play hard to get.

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Oc:

Fish had stayed in one of the helicopter’s in front of the Gulag main entrance, in order to watch the Task Force 141 men's back. However, they soon regretted that decision.

Price was alive. Instead of “talking” to him when Soap and Roach found him, Fish had to wait until they got back to the base. This only allowed their rage to have more time to grow inside them.

As soon as their helicopter landed at the base, Fish was storming inside. They had kept track of the helicopter Price was in, this way they wouldn't tear the base upside down trying to get to him.

They turned a corner and there he was. Holding onto Soap for support. Fish immediately saw red, their anger consuming them. Price looked up when he heard stomping and was met with a fist to the cheek. Even with his tight grip on Soap, he fell to the floor.

“Oh, you little bitch.” Price spit out along with some blood.

Fish didn’t say anything, choosing to lunge at Price. But before they could hit him more, Roach and Ghost held them back. Soap is going to help Price up.

“You motherfucker, it’s your fault! It’s your fucking fault that Gaz and Griggs are dead!” Fish accused him.

“What the bloody hell are you going on about!? How the hell is it my fault that they’re dead!?” Price shot back, surprisingly having the strength to hold back his rage.

“Cause you failed to fucking protect them! The one time I thought I could trust you to do something right, and then you do jack shit! I made a promise that I wouldn’t let them die on my watch, and now look at where they’re at! Six feet in the fucking ground! They should be here, Captain fucking Price!” Fish’s throat hurt but they wouldn’t back down, not to him.

“Right because I wanted someone that I LOVED and one of my BEST FRIENDS to die! You never make much sense, Fish!” Price had moved closer to Fish, being sure to keep his distance. Not knowing when they’ll break out of the hold Ghost and Roach has on them.

“And it’s totally my fault that you couldn’t keep your bloody promise!” Fish could feel some spit from his mouth falling onto them.

Soap grabbed onto Price’s shoulder, holding him back.

“Fish can you have some fucking sympathy! He just got out of Gulag, do you hear that? The bloody fucking Gulag. Do you really hate him that much?” As much as Soap considers Fish a dear friend and is glad that Price is alive, he never understood the hatred these 2 have for each other.

Fish looked directly at Soap, “Yes.” Fish broke the hold Ghost and Roach had on them.

Looking at Price, they gathered all their saliva and spat right on his face. With that they left.

“I’m sorry-” Soap didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

“Don’t be, it's always been like this between us.” Price wiped the spit off, turning the opposite direct Fish went.

All Soap, Ghost, and Roach could do was stand there, not knowing what to do.

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Criticize is very much welcome :)

[catxsnow]

I’M BATMAN B.W.

Request: Can I request a Bruce x reader fic? Where Bruce and the reader are together for a while. Bruce thought it would be just like his old flings but he realises that he's fell in love with the reader so he decides to tell her he is Batman. And during the confession he starts with "I am..." and the reader finishes with "Batman!" as a joke but then of course it turns out to be not a joke. After that an awkward but emotional conversation ensues. Whether you write it or not, thank you!

Warning: mentions of sexual content, fluff

A/N: I’m sorry that it’s taking me so long to get some of these requests out! I promise you they’re being written! 

Also the second I watch the New 52 animated movies I am the BIGGEST Bruce Wayne whore. One look at this motherfucker and I am WEAK

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.1k

When you first started seeing Bruce, it was nothing but casual. He would show up to your apartment or you to the manor, you'd spend your couple hours together tangled between his sheets and then both of you would continue on with your day. You were a fling, and at first, you loved it.

Bruce Wayne wasn't just the richest person in the Gotham, he also had to be the hottest too. For you to catch his eye was a mystery upon itself. You met him at work and had just luckily stumbled into him when you were walking through Wayne Enterprises. It was rare to ever see him while you were working.

Apparently you made enough of an impact on him for him to ask you if you would like to see each other that night. The look in his eyes had made you agree without even hesitating. Least to say, Bruce found out he like your bed more than he was expecting to.

It was nearly a year that the two of you would have casual sex. Never staying the night, never talking about what the hell was going on between the two of you. It was all fine and dandy until Bruce started getting you to stay over at the Manor. It wasn't very often that you would, but during the times that you did, you found yourself gaining feelings for him that you had managed to avoid the entire year.

You were smitten with Bruce and he saw you as nothing but a fuck.

Or so you assumed. Bruce wanted more with you. He didn't want this casual relationship anymore. It was so easy to talk to you about anything, even if you didn't know everything in his life. Bruce found a comfort in you that he didn't have in a long time. He found love in you.

It wouldn't be late nights that you would see each other any more. Bruce would find you while you worked and offered to go buy you lunch. Lunch dates turned to dinner dates which turned to him asking you to be his girlfriend. You felt giddy like high school girl again when he started to spoil you.

Your periodically timed sex with him turned into a full blown relationship. Down to the 'I love you' and the 'I want you to meet my kids'. Things with Bruce Wayne had become more serious than you ever imagined they would be. At the start of this, you always assumed that he would get tired of you and move on. He was the biggest playboy in Gotham.

You were surprised that you were the person to get him to change his ways.

That night, you and Bruce laid in his bed. The two of you half naked with a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. You traced random little shapes into his skin as he stared up at the ceiling. You could tell by the way that his eyebrows furrowed that he was deep in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked, sitting up right in the bed so you could see his face properly. The sheets were pulled up your chest as you reached for the shirt that he had previously been wearing. Bruce watched as you pulled the material over your head.

"I love you," he answered. Bruce was very cut off from you sometimes. You felt like you knew him pretty well, but then there were times that you felt like you didn't know him at all. Of course you knew about his childhood and his parents, you figured that was why he was so reserved sometimes. You learned not to pry, if he wanted to tell you, then he would.

"I know," you smirked at him. Bruce trailed his hand up your bare leg until he reached your waist. "But seriously, Bruce. You've been more quiet than usual, what's going on?" You were worried about him. It had only been a few years that you guys were together - half of that being just hooking up - but that didn't mean that you didn't know him well enough to see when he was conflicted about something.

Bruce said nothing. The pad of his thumb swiped against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. No matter how many times he touched you, he had the same affect that he had on you in the beginning.

You didn't push him to say what was on his mind. Bruce was a man of many secrets, that was just something that you were forced to learn to accept. You had your arguments about it, the bickering. The 'where were you last night' fights. All of them ended with Bruce assuring you that he loved you, and only you.

"I want to tell you something," Bruce finally caved. He was propped up on the pillows he had on the bed. His one hand still lingered on your skin and the other was tucked behind his head. The turmoil he had within himself about telling you the truth was eating him alive. You were the person that he wanted to spend his future with, meaning you needed to know the truth.

He just hoped that you felt so strongly about him as well. It wasn't often that either of you brought up the future, each to scared for your own reasons to see if the other was as committed. Of course you loved Bruce, you wanted to spend your life with him, to marry him one day. But he was so closed off, you couldn't tell if he ever wanted the same as well.

"So tell me," you continued for him when he took a pause. Bruce's eyes were filled with worry, doubt, you could tell that he was hesitant to tell you this. You pried his hand away from your waist and entangled your fingers. His hands felt so large in yours, years worth of callouses laced them.

"There's no easy way to tell you," Bruce tried to get you prepared. He felt your grip on him tighten before easing up again. Your heart rate was rising with nerves and you were terrified with what he was going to say. There was an endless list of possibilities and each one of them ended poorly for you. He was after all, a well-known playboy. "I am..."

"Batman!" You joked. As you laughed, you could see that his face was not only shocked but nearly... proud? Bruce's eyes darted away from you for a moment and your face dropped. You had only been joking to lighten the mood. Fear of what he could say clouded you and you blurted out the first thing that you thought would make you laugh.

But here Bruce was, shying away from you gaze and his hand limp in yours. You expected the worst from him - he was cheating on you, he didn't love you - and you were willing to say anything to stop your heart from racing out of your chest. But now, seeing the look on his face, what he wanted to tell you was nothing that you expected.

"Wait..." you trailed off. Your playful attitude washed away and quickly turned into a whole new kind of worry. Bruce Wayne, Batman? The more you thought about it the more it made sense. His sudden disappearances, his scars, his adoption of kids even lined up with the change in Robins. "That wasn't seriously it, was it? Bruce you're joking, you're not really Batman are you?"

"I'm Batman," Bruce confirmed. He was telling the truth. As much as he hid things from you - and now you could see why - he never lied to you. You sat their with your mouth agape, still processing his words. Your boyfriend, the loving and caring man that took care of you when you needed him was the same person that risked their life every night and mercilessly beat up criminals.

You needed a minute to process all that. After living in Gotham your whole life you had heard the rumors of the bat, at first you didn't believe them until you had seen him on the news. You never had the luxury of meeting him, and to be honest you were glad you didn't. He had always scared you.

Someone who went against psychopaths like Joker and Two-Face had to be some what insane.

Bruce watched you get off the bed and pace around him. You felt small under his gaze, the sudden information made you realize that he could squash you like a bug if he so wanted to. You were already intimidated by how fit he kept himself but knowing that he was Batman as well? That made you feel incredibly weak.

You guided your hands through your messy hair, unable to think clearly. All your thoughts were jumbled as you tried to piece everything together. The night at the gala that he had suddenly left you - the same night that Batman had put Bane in Arkham. The time that he had a bruise on his jaw and assured you that he had just been a klutz.

Bruce keeping so many things from you - this had covered just about every mystery there was to him. He kept you in the dark for so long because he not only wanted to protect his identity, but you. If he was telling you now, that meant that he must have wanted to keep you around for a while.

As you heart swelled with love rather than betrayal, you had finally stopped your pacing. Bruce had sat on the edge of your bed with nothing  but his underwear and tired eyes. He yearned for your touch, to comfort you through this revelation. However, he also could understand if you never wanted to see his face again.

Not everyone believed in the Batman.

Lucky for him, you did. Bruce was caught off balance as you pounced on him. His back fell against his bed and you straddled over top of him. Bruce trailed his hands up your bare legs to your hips as you kissed him. All those nights worrying what he was doing, you should have been worried about his life.

"I want to see it," you pulled away. "The legendary batcave. Prove you're really the bat." A coy grin played on your lips. Bruce knew that face, he knew what kind of trouble it could lead to. The last time he had seen that face, you had dragged him into his work office and gave him the best head of his life. This time, the circumstances were a little different.

Bruce nodded at you. He shoved on a pair of pants and lead you out of his room and towards the study. You watched as he opened the face of the old grandfather clock and pulled one of the dongles. A loud clicked echoed through the manor and the clock suddenly opened. No way.

Bruce gestured for you to follow. Your bare feet padded against the cold steps. He held your hand the whole way down, ensuring that you wouldn't fall. Bright lights shone through the dark cave and you were amazed by the room. Batman was truly equipped for anything. The space was incredible.

The suit Batman wore was on a mannequin in one of the glass cases. You stood before it, having to gaze up at it's glory. Bruce stood behind you, perfectly eye level with the cowl. He was Batman.

"Bruce this is incredible," You gawked. "I can't believe you trust me with this secret."

"Of course I trust you," Bruce assured. "You're the love of my life. If I want to spend a future with you,  you need to know all parts of my life." He continued to shock you that night - wanting a future with you as well? Bruce Wayne was full of surprises and you didn't think that you could handle anymore that night.

"I love you, too," You turned to face him. Once again, you had to stand on your toes to peck his lips. Bruce didn't realize how much weight was off his shoulders now that you knew the truth. He was tired of tip toeing around you all the time.

"Will you take me for a ride in the batmobile?"

"If you would like."

"Will you let me drive it too?"

"Don't push your luck."

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (70-72)

In which we spend some time paying attention exclusively to Bryce’s ass.

(Like. Honestly. NSFW)

Series page if you want to follow along.

70. Spicing Things Up

Jared doesn’t know what is up with temporality, but 2017 comes roaring towards him, and it shows no signs of slowing down once it’s arrived.

Taylor: I hate writing transitional periods 

Taylor: *handwave* time is meaningless.

It doesn’t help that Bryce is like, the most supportive boyfriend ever, genuinely happy for him, and Jared suspects he’d be less generous if he was facing a streak like that on his end.

‘Suspects’? Jared you absolutely would not be.

Though maybe that’s just Jared. Honestly, Bryce is a much nicer person than he is when it comes down to it.

By far.

“Why are you a good person,” Jared complains

Jared.

“No Valentine’s Day presents,” Jared says basically the second he gets in the door that night.

“But,” Bryce protests.

Jared stares him down.

Why must you always crush Bryce’s hopes and dreams, Jared.

Bryce doesn’t get him anything in the end — ‘why bother with chocolate if it’s not good chocolate’, he said under his breath, like Jared refusing to accept expensive chocolates personally wounded him

Why BOTHER.

“Do it,” Bryce says, and he doesn’t sound — he sounds like he doesn’t want it, almost, the way he’s saying it, reluctant, but he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t. Jared thinks the actual asking for it is more of a problem for him than anything else, this negative inversion thing where the more he wants something the harder it seems to be for him to ask for it, so Jared takes him at his word.

Pretty much!

“You are the hottest thing I have seen in my entire life,” Jared says honestly, and Bryce doesn’t open his eyes, tips his face away like he can’t handle hearing it. “Seriously,” Jared says, all control of his mouth gone. “I can’t fucking believe—”

“Stop talking,” Bryce grits out, but like he wants the exact opposite, doesn’t want Jared to ever stop telling him how fucking amazing he is, and it’s so easy — it’s hard usually, Jared doesn’t know why, but — it’s so easy right now

SAY MORE NICE THINGS TO BRYCE, JARED. ESPECIALLY inn bed.

“If you wanted,” Bryce says after a minute of comfortable silence, voice shot to hell. “Next time.”

He doesn’t say anything else.

“Yeah?” Jared asks, half prompting, half confirming what he thinks Bryce is saying, or maybe just hopes he is.

Bryce nods, tiny, ears gone red again.

“Seriously,” Jared says. “Did I mention that you’re just, the hottest person in the entire world, and that I—”

“Stop,” Bryce interrupts. His tone’s a complaint, but that shy smile of his is tugging at the corners of his mouth as he says it, and it’s sweet against Jared’s lips when he leans in to kiss him.

Brrrryce.

71. Anticipation

Honestly, fucking Bryce is just one sex act among a bunch of sex acts, many they’ve tried, and it inherently has like, no more weight or meaning than the first time Jared jerked Bryce off or blew him. He’s sure it’d feel good, but everything they do together feels good. It’s not like, a step in the relationship or some bullshit, because Jared is totally in on Bryce, and he knows that’s mutual, and if anything, it’s more like, Bryce being more comfortable with what he wants than anything else. Which is awesome, but like, technically no different than the first time Bryce let Jared put handcuffs on him. In the whole scheme of things, it’s no big deal.

Jared: fuck off with societal implications that penetrative sex is the only ‘real’ sex.

Jared cannot stop thinking about what Bryce said.

Also Jared: but godDAMN I’m hyped. Have you seen my boyfriend’s ass. Have you.

Bryce Skypes him after a win in Kansas City. It was an ugly game from start to finish, and Bryce didn’t help matters, but he looks pretty serene for someone who was screaming at the guy in the other penalty box an hour ago. The words ‘motherfucking piece of shit’ were definitely uttered. Jared could read his lips just fine.

I mean in Bryce’s defence — Scouts.

“I did not,” Jared says. “You’re like, the smartest player I know right up until someone trips you and then you go Incredible Hulk on them.”

Even a happier, more well-adjusted Bryce has a hell of a temper.

“Not controlling my stick is different from cross-checking a dude in the throat,” Jared says. “Three times.”

Hell of a temper.

Bryce rolls his eyes at him, which is fair. “No, I mean, I’m clean. You’re — clean, right?”

“I have literally never even kissed anyone but you, so if you are I am,” Jared says.

Bryce gets this pleased little smile on his face, which is ridiculous, because he already knows he was Jared’s first kiss

Bryce is so absurd I love him very much.

Bryce snorts. “If this is you working up to Skype sex—” he says.

“Then I am doing an absolutely terrible job,” Jared agrees. “Is it working anyway?”

“No,” Bryce says.

Jared waits.

“Take your pants off,” Bryce says.

<333

spends an almost ludicrous number of hours scanning how-to guides for like, good sex. They’re mostly common sense, shit he already knows: preparation’s important, comfort’s important, checking in with your partner’s important, don’t just stick it in, duh. No glove no love, but he thinks they’re okay on that front. He takes notes by hand and then, realising how ridiculous it’d look if Bryce found them, crumples them up and throws them in the recycling, makes sure to take said recycling out before Bryce gets home.

Jared is doing his HOMEWORK. And taking notes by hand improves memorisation!!

He takes some towels out of the hall closet, because some guides mentioned them, leaves them at the foot of the bed, and then puts them back an hour later. They can change the sheets after or whatever — he’s not like, a romantic or anything, but he doesn’t want to have sex on towels, and Bryce is a romantic, so he imagines that he doesn’t either. Stocks the bedside table. Double checks they’ve got Gatorade and snacks, then finds himself laughing kind of hysterically to himself in front of the fridge, because it’s fucking sex, not a marathon. And is very doubtfully going to be marathon sex. Jared will be lucky if he lasts like, long enough not to be epically disappointing.

Jared is PREPARED!!!

“What are you doing?” Bryce asks, laughter in his voice, when he walks in the door to find Jared with feet hooked around the back of the couch and his head on the floor.

“Stimulating blood flow to the brain,” Jared says, with great dignity, instead of ‘you took so long I started to count flecks in the plaster to occupy myself’. That sounds bad. “Also I’m pretty sure I’m stuck now.”

Jared is READY!!!

Bryce, laughing a little, helps him out, letting Jared brace himself on him as he gets himself right side up again. “That some workout thing I haven’t heard about?” Bryce asks.

“Bored,” Jared finally admits. “Waiting for you.”

SO READY!!

“Okay, we are not playing gay chicken here,” Jared says. “I refuse to let our sex life be a game of gay chicken. If you’re not ready—”

This is reasonable.

“I am,” Bryce says. “I just. Don’t make me ask for it again. Please.”

Jared chews his lip.

“Can you just like, trust me?” Bryce says.

Mutual trust Jared!!!

“Okay, but what if you’re not sure,” Jared says. “And I keep going anyway and like, permanently scar you?”

“Your dick isn’t that big,” Bryce says, doing a pretty dead on impression of Jared. Well. It’s a snotty impression of Jared, but Jared’s pretty sure that most people would say the snottiness made it dead on.

“I meant psychologically,” Jared says. “God.”

the snottiness DID make it dead on <3

“Okay,” Jared says. “But I’m going to go like, really slow.”

“Okay,” Bryce says.

“And probably like, look deep into your eyes and hold your hand and say mushy things,” Jared says. “It’s going to be obnoxiously sweet and romantic.”

Wow, terrifying threats Jared. Bryce is definitely not in favour of any or all of those developments.

72. Hair Trigger

There’s this weird kind of mood that sets in when you basically just agreed to have sex with your boyfriend — well, Jared’s pretty sure he agreed, or, like, more accurately, threatened, to make love to his boyfriend — but you had that talk like, with all your clothes on, sitting in the living room, in the middle of the day. Like, had they had the conversation buck naked and half-hard, they’d probably be getting to it right now, but as it is, Jared doesn’t know the etiquette here. Do they like, walk hand and hand to the bedroom? Start stripping right here? Who the hell knows.

The research did not TELL him.

“Why is this awkward?” Jared asks plaintively, and Bryce laughs, and then just like that, it isn’t awkward at all.

Babies.

Jared does not immediately go lie upside down on the couch, so he’s grown as a person in the last half hour. Instead he double and triple checks they’ve got all the necessary stuff in their room, which they do, then sits on the bed, wondering if he should be like — Bryce is presumably going to come out in a towel, so Jared’s probably overdressed. He takes his shirt off.

After a minute, he puts it back on. It looks, he doesn’t know, like he’s assuming. Not that he isn’t assuming, and it’s not even — they’re obviously having sex, so why shouldn’t he be taking his clothes off?

Why is this hard?

I love you Jared.

Jared suddenly has a lot of sympathy for Bryce thinking that he would fuck up like, fucking. Because now that he’s just sitting here, thinking, not clouded by like, lust, or distracted by Bryce’s body, what if he fucks up? Like by all means it should be something like, instinctive, but people fuck up supposedly instinctive things all the time. What if comes in two seconds flat and is so disappointing Bryce never wants to do it again? Or like, what if he does psychologically scar Bryce with his dick? He doesn’t want to psychologically scar his boyfriend with his dick, that sounds terrible.

So much. I love you so so much.

Bryce walks over, and once he’s in reaching distance, Jared pretty much faceplants right into his chest. Bryce’s skin is still a little damp, shower flushed. He runs his fingers through Jared’s hair a few times before tugging lightly on the strands.

“It’s not nice to pull hair,” Jared mumbles.

“You like it,” Bryce says, which isn’t exactly wrong. “Quit freaking out, you’ll freak me out.”

“Kay,” Jared says, presses a kiss to Bryce’s sternum before pulling back. It’s weirdly easy to pull himself together if Bryce like, needs him to? Because Jared can see this turning into them both freaking out at each other, and that sounds way more psychologically scarring than his dick. “You look nice.”

“I’m just — wet,” Bryce says. “You see me like this, like, every day.”

“And you look nice every day,” Jared says.

Soft soft soft.

“I told you I was going to go slow,” Jared says.

“This isn’t slow,” Bryce says. “This is like — you know you have to be somewhere tomorrow, right?”

His tone is so bitchy. It is ridiculous how fond of him Jared is right now.

I am also ridiculously fond of him right now.

“Are you—”

“Jared,” Bryce says.

Shit, he promised last time he’d stop asking. Jared needs to figure out a question that doesn’t end with ‘sure’.

“—ready for me to rock your world?” is what comes out of his mouth.

And Jared just died. Dead of mortification. RIP Jared.

“Totally ready for you to rock my world, baby,” Bryce says between giggles, more relaxed than he’s been since he came in the door, so like, maybe it’s a good thing Jared made a complete and utter fool of himself. He did it for Bryce’s sake, obviously.

“Maybe I don’t even want to now,” Jared mutters.

Bryce doesn’t look like he believes him, which is fair, because he really, really does. Just. After Bryce stops laughing. Laughter hurts boners. And feelings.

Jared’s boner and feelings are hurt but it is what he deserves for ‘rock your world’.

“I know I’m not like, allowed to ask you if you’re ready,” Jared says. “But—”

“Rock my world,” Bryce whispers, shaking a little under him.

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna fuck you if you keep laughing,” Jared says, letting his head drop against Bryce’s shoulder.

Bryce like, giggles in his ear, before pressing a kiss to Jared’s temple. “I love you,” Bryce says.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying mushy things, remember?” Jared says.

“It’s not mushy,” Bryce says. “Just the truth.”

“That was mushy,” Jared says. “You too, you know?”

“I know,” Bryce says, with this quiet confidence that settles something in Jared. Like, why the hell he even nervous? It’s them. Everything they do is good, and obviously this isn’t going to be the exception.

SOFT SOFT SOFT.

“But you totally lied,” Bryce says, then, just as Jared’s tensing up, “Where was my mushy making love?”

“We technically make love like, every time we have sex, so whatever,” Jared says. “And I’m sorry I’m so into you you make me literally speechless.”

“That was mushy,” Bryce says with satisfaction.

Bryce has received his threatened mushiness. He approves.

“I’m good,” Bryce says, reaching for his hand and threading their fingers.

“We can do the mushy holding hands and looking into each others eyes thing now if you want,” Jared says.

“Sure,” Bryce says, soft, and Jared immediately makes himself a liar, eyes fluttering shut as he leans up to kiss him.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFT.

[babylooneytoonz]

Warning(s): Are they back to bickering again? Like an old married couple ? Bucky Barnes gets a surprise.

Please read the other parts of this book using links from the Masterlist.

Three more months later,

(Six months ever since you left the Avengers Facility)

Bucky lowered his cap, and so did Natasha, Steve, Clint and Sam as they pushed their way through a swarm of drunk college kids that were dancing to a loud, buzzing electronic music.

"All these years, and I still don't get how this is even good. Buck and I can tell you how a good clubbing was done, back in the 1940s– " Steve was screaming on the top of his lungs.

"God, this is giving me a goddamn headache, why are we here again?" Bucky raised a brow, and fixed a cold, impassive glare on Sam.

"I was born on this day. I have the right to call the shots." Sam pointed out, and Natasha just grinned, her body almost swaying to the beats that were playing.

"God, at least they have drinks. Come on punk. I think the only place the two of us can be is the bar." Bucky nudged Steve and Sam just rolled his eyes while he and Natasha started dancing, Natasha rolling her hips in a seductive way while Sam was just sort of moving his hands.

Bucky, Clint and Steve walked up to the bar and they fixed themselves in a corner, their eyes scanning around as Clint smirked, "Come on, loosen up, grandpa's. What are we drinking?"

"I'm not drinking– "

"We'll have the four roses bourbon– "

Both Bucky and Steve spoke at the exact same time, and Bucky narrowed his eyes as he looked at his best friend, "Really? You people drag me out here and we're not even drinking ?"

"Buck, what's the whole point of drinking when we can't even get drunk?" Steve just shrugged, while Bucky just shook his head.

"It's better than nothing."

"Well I can't win from you. Let's do it. Although I'm not sure I even heard about that before," Steve chuckled and pulled a barstool, so he could fix himself on it as Clint spoke to the bartender.

The bartender placed the drinks on the counter, and Bucky curled his flesh fingers around his drink, lifting it up and placing it to his lips, his eyes watching Natasha and Sam, as they made their way towards them.

"Not fair? You started without us, Cap." Natasha smirked at Steve, and leant against the counter so she can throw in her words to the bartender, telling him what she wanted to drink. Sam just made his way closer to the men, standing next to Clint and slowly turning towards three girls that were standing by the dance floor, their drinks in their hands, but their eyes were on them.

"Well check that out. I call dibs on the one in green. Damn." Sam smirked, and Steve just shook his head in disapproval, and brought his drink up to his lips, while Clint smirked and rubbed his palms together, "Nah, I'm good mate. You can have her. I have a good one back home."

"Hey, she is looking at you man." Sam nudged Bucky's knee using his elbow and he just rolled his eyes in the most casual manner and turned his head to listen to what Sam had to say, when his eyes fell on one of the girls, who was biting her lip, staring at him. Disinterested, he just turned away; back into his drink, staring at the glass when Natasha just blurted out, regretting her words immediately, "lover boy's just waiting for Y/N to come back, bring him the hottest woman on earth now, he would still want her back."

Bucky's grip tightened on the glass, and instinctively, Steve grabbed his flesh arm, to hold him back before he could lose his control and do something he would later regret.

"Barnes, I didn't mean it," Natasha immediately added.

"You women often say things that you never mean, which is why I don't bloody understand the things that goes on in those minds of yours," Bucky brought up his index finger, placing it on Natasha's temple, tapping it twice.

The lot fell silent then, each of them now lost in their own trivial thoughts. Bucky replayed the conversation he had with you in your apartment, and how you had said that you didn't mean it. He just scoffed, and shook his head, a little too obviously and Steve started looking at him, noticing his friend's sudden weirdness before his phone beeped in his pocket and he pulled it out. "Great, Tony wants us back at the towers. Someone hacked into two of the HYDRA bases systems in Kazakhstan and Hungary. It was live for two minutes before they took it off, but Tony managed to get his hands on a few cryptic codes and coordinates." Steve stood up, his broad, bulky frame almost blocking out the lighting behind him, as he slid his phone back into his pocket.

"Well, it couldn't have been the government, or CIA. Does Tony know the potential hacker?" Clint raised an eyebrow, and Natasha crossed her arms over her chest.

"Couldn't be traced. But again, if we can figure out those cryptic codes and coordinates, we will have a lead." Steve called out before turning around to leave.

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"Romanoff, you get anything?" Tony called out, while Natasha just grunted in annoyance, not even bothering to crane her neck to look back from one of the computer screens, as her fingers skillfully glided across the keypad, typing here and there. Bucky leant by the wall, eyeing Steve's computer screen, watching him intently as he was struggling to turn the cryptic symbols into something meaningful.

"Bingo, I think I have it," Natasha yelled, and immediately, the four of them flocked around her screen, staring down at the brightly lit screen.

"Eighth Avenue, Tech Laboratories?" Bucky mumbled, his eyes squinted slightly as he leaned over Natasha's back, typing something onto the computer so that the maps came up.

"But those labs have been shut down ages back, illegal animal testing and shit." Tony replied, in a casual tone and Steve just bit his lip.

"That's the whole point, Tony. Whoever this is, whatever is going on, it's illegal, which is why there's this shade."

"Guys I hate to break it to you, the more we stay here talking, we might end up missing whatever is going on out there," Natasha deadpanned giving them a serious look, and Steve nodded.

It didn't take them very long to reach the old, abandoned laboratories that looked stale and dinghy in comparison to the other buildings surrounding it. It was weird and confusing why this building hadn't been taken down yet. Another thing to notice was, that the building, although miniscule, the empty land that was in the boundary of this building was massive, and yet secluded.

Bucky and Steve stepped off their bikes, while Natasha got off hers, with Sam riding pillion behind her. Their hands flew to their gun holsters and immediately, they drew out their guns. Their eyes fell on a black sedan that was parked a few meters away; and they knew that whoever this was, was probably still inside. Steve's index finger flew to his lips, as the four of them, with quiet steps starting making their way into the building, their eyes scanning the vicinity for anything that was off.

"Do we split up or – " Sam begin but Bucky have him a glare, and he pressed his lips shut, " my bad."

The four of them walked in deeper, noticing an intense change in the heat level inside as compared to the outside. The inside of the laboratories were freezing, and it felt like they were inside a freezer. Climbing a flight of stairs, making sure they didn't press much weight to the stairs, not wanting the stairs to announce their arrival, they stepped onto the first floor, and reflexively, they stopped, when they heard a familiar voice.

"Well, does everything look okay to you?"

Natasha's head snapped towards Steve in recognition, and his eyes widened, his own head snapping towards Bucky.

"Hey, why the fuck does the voice sound like Fury?" Sam whispered in Bucky 's ear.

"Because it's Fury, Sam."

Before Sam could speak, another voice reached their ears, and this voice was foreign, and unknown.

"Mr. Fury, this is something unlike I've ever seen. Those cells are multiplying at a rate faster than a normal human growth rate. These bruises, these bruises you see aren't something very common for a six month old fetus, yes they kick and all, but this is– "

"Holy shit, Fury probably knocked up a girl. Boy I think we are just at the wrong place at the wrong–  " Sam began whispering again, much to the annoyance of the others. They all turned towards him at the exact same time, ready to shut him up when a soft, feminine voice started speaking; a voice all of them were aware of.

"Did Erskine's serum cause any damage to my baby?"

James Buchanan Barnes turned white like a chalk. His eyes and his mouth were frozen wide open, in an expression of shock, and although he was staring straight at Steve; he appeared not to notice him at all, and all he could think of was what he had just heard. Steve took his best friend's side, placing his palm softly on his bicep, slightly shaking him out of his daze. Whoever that third person was, had probably left by now, and from what they could hear; it was just Fury and Y/N inside.

"I know you want to go and pull those motherfuckers out of their shitholes, Y/N, I really know you do, but right now, they are going to come after you and try to get their hands on that kid."

"And you think I'd let them ? I'd break every single bone in their bodies. Those pesky rodents, they deserve to be wiped off, you know it," You hissed, through pursed lips, unaware that a set of four eyes were now watching you and Fury from the corner. You were sitting on what looked like a gurney, your feet dangling off the edge. A loose fitting shrug was covering your shoulders, your palms cradling your pretty evident baby bump.

"I'm tired of dealing with your stubborn ass. This is the time to stay hidden."

"I am not going to do anything stupid Fury, not until this little guy's here," You hopped off the gurney, and ran your fingers through your hair, using your shrug to try and hide the bulge of your belly, before you looked towards the back entrance.

"Call me later, I'm gonna use that back door and get the hell out of here."

"Whatever, snarky," Fury smirked.

"Don't get started," you warned, making your way out through the back, your gun resting securely in the waist of your stretchable pants.

Nick Fury waited a few seconds until he had made sure that you had gotten out safely from the back. He then turned around, and casually started walking out; only to come face to face with four semi to super pissed Avengers.

"Fury," Steve was the first one to break the silence; and sensing that the four had probably heard it all, Fury lost the defensiveness in his stance and took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I didn't tell any of you because she didn't want me to," he was eyeing Bucky now, who had a tight squared jaw.

"How long have you known?" He raised an eyebrow, stepping in front of Steve.

"She came to me three months back, didn't know where else to go." He stopped speaking for a split second and then, in a low voice, almost grumbled under his breath, "I told her it is always a bad idea to hook up with a colleague; look where it landed her. First, it got her married to a fucking HYDRA dick, and second, it got her pregnant with a super soldier's spawn. When does she ever listen? And you, don't even get me started. You were the bastard that knocked her up."

"Come on, Fury. That's just harsh," Natasha chimed in.

"Guys, can I talk?"

Steve, Fury, Bucky and Natasha turned towards Sam and they gave him a quizzical expression, while Bucky just glared at him.

"The thing is, those coordinates, that hacked details, what the hell was that?"

Fury's eyes widened and he clenched his fists tighter against his side, stepping closer towards Sam, "What coordinates? What hacking?"

"It looked like someone hacked into the HYDRA system, we found these coordinates, and that's why we found out the secrets that you were hiding Fury," Natasha defended Sam immediately, as she winked playfully at Bucky. This is when Fury suddenly turned, pulling out his gun, and began sprinting towards the back entrance; as quickly as his legs could carry him, bolting down the lab.

"Where the hell are you going?" Bucky followed his pace with his own grueling pace, managing to reach him in a split second, and so did the other three.

"Those hackers weren't hacking from HYDRA. It was most probably HYDRA getting into our systems, the non official ones, to find her. They've landed on a jackpot, a freaking Winter Soldier baby. And if what you're saying is true, they're here already, and Y/N is probably in trouble."

Meanwhile, this wasn't supposed to happen, not again.

No one knew of this place, then who were these men?

You slowly slid your palm into your shrug, pulling out your loaded gun. You were pregnant, but you definitely weren't a damsel in distress, and if need arose, you were going to fight the HYDRA scum. Your mind was already working on the calculations; there were four of them, and maybe, there were more. They had a plus one on you, but yet, you had an edge. They couldn't hurt you, if what they really wanted was your child.

"Никто не должен умирать. Пожалуйста, пойдем с нами, и мы не причиним тебе вреда." One of them stepped towards you, and instinctively you stepped one step back, raising your gun in the air, until you were in a face off.

"Sorry, gentlemen, I don't do Russian, my mum did nag me to learn it, but unfortunately, I never did. Can we switch to good ol' English now?" You hissed, venom in your voice.

"Miss Y/N. Let's not do that, shall we? One squeeze of a trigger from either you or my men, it's going to be a disaster," the man spoke in thick Russian accent, and you rolled your eyes, trying to look through this man's mask. This was where you made a mistake. They had orders not to kill you, but not to not hurt you. You dropped your guard for one second when this man spoke, but just when this happened, the bullet from another man's gun hit you right on your palm and your gun dropped; clattering to the ground with a loud noise, leaving your palm in a stinging, burning pain, blood spurting out of the hole the bullet had made right in the center.

In that frozen second between the stand off you saw the man's eyes flick from you to your belly and a faint nod passed between him and his men, a sort of a signal. Your faces are unreadable, no fear, no invitational smirk, just plain hatred in your eyes, and passiveness in his. One of them suddenly lunged forward, when your reflexes kicked in, and you immediately ducked, this proving to be much more difficult now. You threw out your leg, kicking the man hard in his shins until he hit the floor hard with the blow, when another one lunged at you, trying to grab you.

Punches, kicks, hard blows.

You had lost to them once, and had been unable to protect your son, but this time, you were not planning on letting history repeat. You were going to fight, for your life, and you were going to protect this child, no matter what it took.

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The four men and one woman soared through the hallway at the back, their guns blazing as they ran towards the back entrance from where you had just left, minutes back. Gunshots rang out from all around them now, which meant that Fury was right; HYDRA was here and you were in danger. Bucky could feel his heart beat in his chest, pounding, banging, trying to get out. He kept running forward and ahead of the others, feeling as though his blood were on fire. His limbs were moving on their own. He was disconnected from everything but the ever present sound of his drumming heart as he kicked the back door with his foot, watching it fly off its hinges and land a distance away with a crash.

The first thing their eyes fell on were the black uniformed corpses that were spread out evenly on the floor; two with a bullet mark, and two who had a gruesome bite on the side of the neck and the other one probably having had snapped his neck. But within seconds, Natasha's eyes had spotted you in a corner, sitting against the floor, your head resting against the wall at the back, your bleeding hand pressed against your chest.

Your eyes were open, your mind was awake and alert, but the adrenaline of it all was too much. You felt liberated, and free, that finally, you had managed to something you had failed in. You had, for now, saved yourself. And it was all on you.

The rest of the Avengers crowded around you, Natasha kneeling next to you as she shook you gently, her voice soft against your ears, "Are you okay? You took them out yourself?"

"Yea, I'm peachy."

Your smirk reached your eye, and everyone, including Bucky, gave you a smile back; they were all relieved. You placed your palms on the floor, in an attempt to pull yourself back up when Bucky suddenly stepped forward, leaning over you.

Your eyes met his, the second his eyes were face level with yours. The blue in his eyes looked bluer than the ocean. Six months, and you had forgotten how beautiful this man was, how beautiful, yet how broken. You placed your arm around his neck, a mutual understanding passing between the two of you, and the minute he sensed that you were securely latched to his shoulder, his metal arm held you from your waist, pulling you up to your feet until you were back up.

"Buck, we should all get back. Before they come back in more force," Steve commented, breaking the moment between the two of you.

"Well, this was nice," you drawled, absentmindedly, your hand flying up to your frenzied hair as you started curling your index finger against one of the strands. "I should leave."

"The only place you're going now is the Avengers Towers," Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

"Did I ask you? You don't have a say in this."

"Jesus, not the two of you again." Natasha sighed, in a frustrated way, running her hands through her hair as she walked off.

"Well, that's my kid in there. I won't take a no. Now, you can voluntarily choose to come with me, back where you should be or–" He took a step closer to you, his face bent slightly so he was glaring into your eyes, not with anger, but with a look of determination.

"Or, what?"

"I'll lift you up and carry you there myself."

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