#If you wanna be in SOLDIER you need to have queues
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I wanna be yours - Ch. 12
(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)
(Warning for this chapter: smut, oral(f receiving, loss of virginity, virginal penetration, first time, cockwarming, size difference, talk of past trauma, talks of mating, feelings being revealed, and much more)
A/N: this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written, so please give me feedback. This is my first time writing something like this so I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear your feedback. Love you and you support and most importantly your patience)
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“No! You can’t force me into this!”
“You will be the next Tsahik. It is done” Neytiri informs you. You gawk at both of your parents.
They had inform you will be engaged to be wed to Tarsem. Tarsem is one of the fierce warriors from the clan. He has proved himself many times and you agree he will be perfect to be the next Olo’eyktan. But you didn’t agree to be promised to someone you clearly have no romantic feelings for.
“You can’t do this to me! It’s-“
“Enough! Don’t talk back, Y/n! It’s what’s good for the people” Jake scowls deeply.
Your upper lip twitch, a hiss threatening to spill.
“What about what’s good for me? Have you thought about that?”
Your father sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this will be good for you”
“Good for me?! How the hell will this shit be good for me?” Neytiri eyes you warningly, hooking her fingers around your arm to tug you along.
“Hey, lose the attitude before I lose my temper. Where I come from, you’d have that sour face slapped clean off.” Jake warned, earning a sharp glare from your mother.
“Then why don’t you? I know you want to” you coldly remark. Neytiri looked between you and Jake , utterly appalled by what was being said.
“You and Tarsem are engaged to be wed soon. Is this how the future Tsahìk behaves?” Jake says and jabs a finger into your sternum. Neytiri swatted his hand down, hissing at their behavior.
“I never wanted to be Tsahik in the first place!” You shout. Your skin boiling as angry tears fall.
You turn to face your mother, “you were betrothed to Tsu’Tey, were you not?” Jake jaw ticked and your mother seemed taken back by the question.
“Then father came and took you away?”
“Hey!” Jake shouts at defensively, “that’s enough out of you!”
“Or what? You’ll hit me? Fuck you!” You snarl.
“Y/n” Neytiri gasp, she tighten her hand around your bicep, “you forget your place, Ma’daughter”
“Watch your mouth. Or I shut it for ya” Jake growls, “I didn’t raise you to be a fucking brat”
“Ma’Jake”
“Get out of my sight before I lose my temper, young lady” Jake warns you with a look that basically says ‘I dare you to talk back’
“You know what, dad?” You sigh defeatedly.
“What?”
“You protect everyone but you seem to forget to protect the people that’s supposed to mean the most to you” Jake harden gaze slightly falter, but you keep going.
“I’m not a soldier, a comrade, or one of your warriors. I’m your daughter. Someone that needs you. But you can’t even do that. You put others over your own children. You treat us like a squad but we’re your family. You always say ‘I’m a disappointment’ to you and yet you don’t realize how much that hurts to hear from someone who is supposed to be my protector”
Jake and Neytiri watch you with parted lips, Jake holds up a poker face but Neytiri eyes scarce with glossy residue.
“You’re a good Olo’eyktan and husband, dad…” you pause, “But you’re not a good father” with that, you leave, ignoring the way your name is muttered when you do.
Jake watch you scurry off with an emptiness he hadn't felt for a very long time.
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You readied the harness on Rawm, attaching your bow and quiver to it before readying your queue for the connection. “Y/N.” You halted at the voice of Spider. She glanced at him, smiling. “Hey.”
Spider jogs up to you and seems to be in a hurry to catch up to you before you leave.
“What is it?”
Spider stops in front of you with his hands on his knees, taking deep breaths like he had run a marathon. Once he finally calmed his breathing, he stands to his full height and looks up at you.
“I heard what happened” that made you sigh frustratingly and look to your left, facing the outside of the cave.
“The word spread fast, huh?” You laugh bitterly.
“I’m worried about you. I know you didn’t take it well being promised to Tarsem” you shrug nonchalantly.
why would it matter? Your father is dead set on having you betrothed to Tarsem without your consent.
“It doesn’t matter what I feel, Spider. I just have to go through with it, whether I like it or not”
Spider bites the inside of his cheek. He knew you better than that, sometimes better than you knew yourself.
“You don’t have to put up a front with me, you know. You’re my sister, I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what” tears prick I’m the corner of your eyes.
You should’ve known better than try to hide how you really feel, Spider could see right through you. You could never lie to him.
“I know, Spider” you whisper, voice cracking, “I hate this. I hate this so much”
You kneel down in your knees in front Spider, and you let him wrap his around your shoulders, trying to comfort you.
“If I were Na’vi maybe we could go and mate right now so you don’t have to mate with Tarsem” Spider jokes lightly. You snort when you pull back and slightly push at his shoulder.
“Don’t be gross” you smile warmly at him. You know about Spider’s insecurities, you know he hates being human and wishes to be a Na’vi like you. But you love him just the way he is and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Spider, you’re more Na’vi than anyone I’ve ever known. Even me. You’ll always be my brother”
“But I’m not-“
“No! You’re mine. Our blood may not be the same, but you’re my family and always will be”
Spider couldn’t look at you feeling a little embarrassed at being vulnerable. You carefully cup his cheek and make him look at you.
“To the sun and the moon and all the stars” you say, Spider smiles up at you and wraps his hand around your wrist.
“Stay true to who you are” he finishes warmly.
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"Is all this really necessary?" You ask, running your fingers along the heavy duty guard secured around Miles' ikran. It was made of a similar material to the Recom's vest, so there was no way it was comfortable.
"It's gear. She likes it."
Cupcake let out a weak screech in disagreement, obviously not liking it. Ikran were meant to have light and form fitting saddles, not pounds of kevlar and gear. You roll your eyes, but smiled when Cupcake nudged at your side, wanting attention and sympathy.
"Seems she likes you too." Miles spares you a glance as he continued to load the side bags with ammo, food, two spare respirators for Spider, and everything else they'd need. Since they now had regular transportation, the Recoms were going to start longer recon missions in the field as they no longer needed to check back into Bridgehead as often.
"Ikran usually aren’t affectionate with anyone other than their bonded Na’vi."
"Well, I do like when you're all lovey dovey with me. Rubbin' off on her like you do me." You easily caught Miles' obvious attempt at a flirtation as you continue tracing the pattern of Cupcakes face.
“If I’m not mistaken. It was you rubbin’ off on me, Colonel” you say, switching your gaze from the ikran to Miles. His back was turned to you , but looks back with an amused grin.
“We headin’ out, boss?” Your spine stiffens hearing Lyle not that far behind you.
You didn’t know how to proceed after that make out session back at their room. You know you’re making it awkward but this was a dangerous territory for you. One is the reason you have a bullet wound on your side and the other is the reason why you’re here and forced to teach them.
You’ve tried to create distance between the two of you. But it’s been hard when you’re near each other 24/7.
“Yeah, get the squad ready”
“Yes, sir” you glance over your shoulder, intending to just to take a peek but Lyle’s eyes are already trained on you.
“You ready, darlin’?” Miles question was enough for Lyle to tear his gaze away from you and move along to his own Ikran.
Switching your gaze from Lyle to Miles. You nod.
“Am I allowed to ride on my own?” You ask.
Miles eyes you with his hands on his hips.
“I won’t fly away if that’s what you’re worried about” you respond, annoyed that he would even think that.
“It’s not like I could” Then you clutched the collar on your neck and jingled it loudly in front Miles.
Miles kisses his teeth with a hard glare towards the collar before looking down at his watch, trying to distract himself.
“Fine, darlin’. I’m putting my trust in you” he points at you with a warning look in his eye.
“Yes Colonel” you smile bright making smiles gaze soften for a moment.
You turn to jog toward the edge of the docks . You yip, summoning Rawm.
Cupcake's jaw dropped slightly as if the animal was excited to hear the noise; the other ikrans around did the same as their heads perked to attention.
Rawm, who soon appeared in front of you. You coo at the Ikran, holding the red and black plate that protruded from the underside of Rawm’s jaw as you stroke her.
“Can I go with you?” You turn to smile down at Spider who is standing close to you, he pats Rawm who chitters at the new affection.
“Is it okay with the Colonel?” You ask before glancing up at Miles, who is busy talking with Lopez and Z-dog.
“I think so” Spider shrugs. You raise an eyebrow at Spider who grin’s sheepishly at you. You couldn’t fight back a smile.
“Fine” you respond. Spider fist bumps the air before climbing on Rawm. You turn towards the Colonel’s directions, cupping your hands around your mouth.
“We’re ready when you are, Colonel” you shout, you heave yourself onto Rawm’s back, with Spider in front of you, you reach behind you to grab your kuru and slid the tendrils of her queue into Rawm’s.
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“Why do I have to fly with you?” You complain for the third time, leaning back against Miles.
Your height difference was perfect - your temple pressed right into the juncture of his shoulder. If he turned even slightly, his lips were at your hair line. Not that he'd thought about it once or twice. Maybe more but that’s besides the point.
“I already told you…” He leaned down to your level, ears pinned back in irritation, “after that stunt you pulled I can’t trust you on your own”
“I said I was sorry..” You mumble, refusing to look at him, actually feeling guilty.
You and Spider thought it would be funny to cut few of the recoms off as a prank, but you didn’t think it through when Rawm pushed Prager off his own Ikran. But it was an accident you swear.
“I promise I won’t do it again” ears pinning to the side of your head, you turn to look up at him with doe eyes.
Miles grins smugly before leaning down close to your ear - so close that you could feel the ghost of his lips on your ear, making you shudder.
“I know you won’t, babygirl” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. One of his hands sliding up your thigh and fingering at the strap on your hips of your loincloth.
Your breath catches and your eyes widen as your thighs try to squeeze together, combating the rush of arousal that Miles words send straight to your core.
What the hell is wrong with you?
“You’re going to behave, sweetheart? Will you be a good girl for me from now on?” He ask.
“Y-yes” you stammer.
“Yes what?” He taunts.
“Yes sir” Miles pulls his hand away with a pat on your thigh before placing both his hands on your hips.
Damn you, you cocky prick.
After a few moments you couldn’t handle the silence much longer and having Miles hands on you like this.
“Where are we going? Are we there yet?” You ask with bored tone.
“You’ll see, darlin’” he assures.
You lean forward, trying to peer between Cupcake’s neck and wing to survey the terrain a little closer. Miles cursed and tightened his hold on your hips, pulling you farther back along the ikran's neck, as he imagined you slipping off and plummeting into the trees below. He tried not to look down at your bent over form - your ass was almost on full display and pressed into his crotch. Mental images of your bent over for him in other circumstances flooded his mind.
Your hair wasn't pulled back - only the front pieces were pulled back with your hand carved bone pin.
You groan annoyed when your hair wraps around your own face, and pulls it across one shoulder. With the hair secured down, your entire back was exposed.
Over the past few days, Miles and the other had grown used to the amount of skin your outfit reveals, especially the top - which had little coverage across your back. Besides a few cords that secured the front panel down, there was nothing across your entire back. Miles' eyes were drawn your back being littered with scars, some bad, some old.
It was an antagonizing half an hour before Miles finally ordered everyone to land. His blood was pooled at one spot of his body and it certainly wasn't his head.
The moment you touched down, Miles didn't have to worry about the warmth emitting from your body as you slid off the ikran, not even bothering to wait for him to disconnect the bond.
You look around the forest with a large river with a waterfall close by. You turn to look at Miles confused.
Why are we here?
“We’ve been flying a lot longer than we thought. We should camp out here for the night” Miles informs the squad.
They all excitedly start unpacking when Spider walks to your side and you both watch silently.
You notice a familiar ball of fiber in Miles hands. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“You kept it?” Miles turn to look at you before looking down at the hammock in his hands.
“It’s useful” Miles shrugs. You admire him, you didn’t think they would have kept it, you assumed he would have thrown them away.
“Hey mami!” You turn away from Miles to Lopez.
“Want to hunt with us?” Lopez points behind him at Ja and Mansk. You glance at Miles and Lyle. Miles seems to be looking at you in the corner of his eye. Lyle shamelessly looking at you as he unpacks.
You turn to look down at Spider. “You’ll be okay on your own?”
Spider smiles at you assuredly, “yeah go ahead, I miss the food from here anyway”
“Okay, I’ll be back soon” you smile before turning and following Lopez to the river.
As the day grew into night, the Recoms had settled around camp. Lopez and Mansk managed to catch two big fish from the river and Spider wanted to show off to the Recoms by demonstrating his cooking skills to everyone over the fire Mansk has built. The dish lacked a few key elements, but it was much better than any type of MRE the RDA had to offer and they couldn't survive on fruit forever.
“So Y/n” Z-dog says out loud which caught everyone’s attention, “I’ve been meaning to ask” she gestures at her own body before pointing yours, “how did you get those?”
“You mean my scars?” You ask with a raise brow. Z-dog nods. You sigh.
“I’m known being a trouble maker back at home. I always end up getting myself into situations that ends me getting hurt” you shrug.
You jerk back when you felt fingers trace over your back, and turn to whoever it was with a defensive hiss with your ears pinned back.
“Sorry” Lopez throws his hands up apologetically. You nodded for him to continue, your eyes squeezing shut as you inhaled a deep breath.
“I remember the ones on your back were fresh when we first took you. How did you get those?” Your ears peek at the question and you met the ember eyes of the man who had his lips on yours 2 days ago.
“I got them from the train tracks” you admit. Miles frown at the information you have given.
“Train tracks” Miles whispers under his breath until realization dawns on him and turns to look at you, “you were there when Sully hit the mag train”
“Yeah, I was too close when one of your Gunships starts launching missiles at us”
“What the hell were you doing there?” Miles growls, surprising himself from his reaction.
“Cause of Lo’ak” responds Spider. Catching Miles attention.
“Who?”
“Lo’ak. My younger brother. The one you had at knifepoint back at the shack” at the reminder, Miles looks down at his hands, trying to force down the guilt he’s been feeling.
“The one that flipped me off” Miles snorts. Yeah there’s no mistake Sully is the father of the kid. He got guts, he can respect that.
“Lo’ak is much of a trouble maker than I am. He wanted to be near the raid when we were supposed to be the look out. He went against order. I followed him. That’s when it happened” you mindlessly roll the beads of your songcord in between your thumb and forefinger, “We ran to get away, a missile was launched straight towards us, I didn’t have time to think, So I pushed him out of the way and I got hit instead. I got pretty banged up and got scolded for it” you roll your eyes when the memory of your father scolding you flashes in your mind.
“You’re the oldest?” Ask Ja.
Since you’ve been with them, they never really ask anything personal, it’s not because they didn’t want to more because they didn’t want to tick you off, afraid they’ll set you off at the time.
“Yeah I’m the oldest of five children”
“Five?” Shouts Lopez, you jump back in surprise by Lopez reaction.
“Lopez!” Scolds Miles.
“Sorry sorry” Lopez waves Miles off making him roll his eyes at him, “Damn, imagine still being with the same woman for that long, have that many kids and still love them”
You look at Lopez confused, what did he mean by that? Are humans rituals different?
“Na’vi mate for life” Spider says. That catches everyone attention.
“Life?” Ask Prager.
“Like I said before. Tsaheylu. The bond, is one of the most important thing a Na’vi can have access to when wanting to connect with the world and nature around us. and that includes each other” you watch as each of them look at each other before grabbing onto their own kuru.
You heard giggling on your left side and see Lopez and Prager jokingly push each others queues a little to close and pull them back when the tendrils slightly graze each other
“Hey!” You slap the back of Lopez head and pull on his ear, making him wince in pain.
Everyone watches you in amusement, fighting back grins, a few looks at Miles to see if he’ll stop you but surprisingly they see him smiling fondly at you and let you torture Lopez.
“Shit!” He winced, “ow, ow, ow, okay okay, I’m sorry”
“You yet to understand how deep and sacred a bond is, Skxáwng. you won’t be able to look at anyone else, you’ll be obsessed” you finally let go of his ear.
Lopez pouts as he touches the back of his ear and tries to soothe it. You look over at Prager who quickly covers his ears to avoid getting his ears pulled next.
“Once you make Tsaheylu, Muntxa si is connection to you, them, Eywa and no one else! It is honouring and making new life. You will not be able to mate with another both spiritually and physically”
The recoms listen tentatively, they don’t know much about the Na’vi culture or their traditions. They didn’t think the Na’vi mate for life, or they didn’t think much of them at all to bother learning their ways, until now that is when you came along.
“What would happen if they accidentally connected their braids? You’re saying they’ll be mates for life?” Jokes Ja, making a few chuckle, you frown at their childishness.
“Yes” that made them shut up real fast, they look at you with wide eyes,"You mate and once the bond is complete, it is a bond for life. It is a connection unlike any other. Once you share the deepest, most intimate part of yourself there is no going back. No action or amount of distance could manage to break the bond, only death."
Ja nudges your shoulders with a snicker, "so, you gettin' down and dirty with anyone before you mate?” The word felt foreign on his tongue as he ask the question.
“No” you respond with an eyeroll.
“You don’t fool around with anyone before mating? You know, have a taste of anyone else?” Ask Z-dog.
"Your culture is very strange. The Na’vi do not mate until they find the one, that what makes Tsaheylu very special for mated pairs” you wish to have that intimate experience with the one you choose for the rest of your life but sadly you won’t experience that instead you’ll be mated to someone you have no feelings for.
“And you’ll mate with this Tarter guy?” Lyle waves his hand. You deadpan at him, you know he’s saying Tarsem’s name wrong on purpose.
“Yes. My father made arrangements for me to be mated to Tarsem”
“Arrangement? Wait a minute,” Miles holds out a hand towards you, he pauses as he tries to process what you said, “you’re telling me you’re having an arrange marriage? What are we in the 1800’s?” He laughs in disbelief. He thought you were possibly in love with the guy to want to mate with him. He never thought Sully would be the type to force his daughter to be with someone.
You look at Miles confusingly, you don’t understand the human innuendo.
“Arranged marriages are quite common in our culture, more for the future Tsahik and Olo’eyktan” you respond.
“Atleast Jake didn’t make you have a third. Remember he almost wanted to wed you to Nanti” Spider shifts in his seat next to you before looking at you.
The memory of Nanti makes you roll your eyes, of course you remember. How can you not? Your father thought it would be good to have two Tsahik and one Olo’eyktan in the clan. Originally he wanted you and Nanti together and added Tarsem but you and Nanti didn’t get along. She was too controlling and jealous. You were glad your father ended the arrangement with Nanti.
“That a Na’vi thing, darlin’? Takin’ on a third?” Miles ask.
“Wait a sec… Polyamorous is a thing here?” Ask Ja in surprise.
“Polyamorous is unheard of but it’s uncommon. It’s rare but it could happen. But it’s best if they mate together” you explain. The recoms look at you confused. This was new and interesting information. They’ve never heard the Na’vi could have more than one mate.
“What do you mean?” Ask Z-dog
“They’ll have to mate at the same time. Two cannot mate then mate with the third or the fourth. That’s misplacing and disrespecting them in the mating ritual” you explain. You watch as the faces of recoms go deep in thought.
Everyone was listening intently at this point. After all, their job was to learn, absorb, and apply knowledge regarding the Na'vi to fulfill their mission. The Recoms were silent, processing the information. Rather than seeing how these mating bonds are the ultimate form of weakness within the Na'vi community, most of them became envious of the utter devotion mates have for eachother.
You didn’t realize how little they really know about the Na’vi, you might have taught them your ways but only the basics, not the culture or traditions.
“Soooo…” Lopez drags out, sparing a glance at Miles and Lyle, “what I’m hearing is you’re a virgin”
You gasps dramatically, eyes widening in disbelief at his giggling face. You hit Lopez shoulder with the back of your hand, “that is none of your business, Lopez!”
Lopez grins as he holds your wrist to avoid being slapped by you again, “I’m not hearing a no” he cheekily responds.
“Gah” you sneer when you pull your wrist out of his grip, Lopez laughs heartily, the corner of your mouth twitching. You know Lopez is just teasing you.
You move to stand up and dust yourself off, you were already walking away when Miles calls for you, “where you going?”
You pause half in the darkness “I’m going to the river to wash up. Do I need your permission to do so, Colonel” you sass. Miles grins as he licks his canines.
“Don’t be a brat” he lightly scolds you “you’re not going alone” he nods towards Lyle, “Lyle go with her”
You cross your arms over your chest, “I’m not going to make a run for it” you snarl. Miles outstretch his arm towards you a way to tell you to calm down, he means no harm.
“That’s not why, darlin’, it’s dark out. It’s for your safety, there could be predators out there” Your harden gaze soften at that, maybe you had reacted a little to fast.
You turn your gaze to Lyle who is already making his way towards you. You don’t know how to feel being alone with him again after what happened last time, you’ve been ignoring him for the past 2 days.
“C’mon baby, let’s go” Lyle places his hand on your lower back and gently pushes you forward.
The walk to the river is awkwardly silent. You’re lost in your thoughts, Meanwhile, Lyle ambles along at your side, matching your pace perfectly. He’s equally as quiet, but he keeps darting looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. Lyle is many things, but he’s never been subtle as long as you’ve known him.
By the time you reach the river, hardly a word has been shared between the two of you. Lyle stops mid step as he watches you kneel down near the river.
Lyle has started tapping his fingers against his thigh, and the frequency of his glances have increased yet again. He clears his throat, and finally speaks up.
“You’ve been ignoring me”
Your ears perk up at attention to his direction, you look over you shoulder, making eye contact with Lyle, you see the saddening and the longing look in his eye, it almost made you feel guilty. You didn’t think it would affect him this much.
“I wasn’t” you deny before going back to washing your hands, splashing water on your arms.
Lyle bitterly lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, “you’re lying to me now?”
You ignore him and don’t bother to respond and he doesn’t like that, not one bit.
“It’s because of what I am, isn’t it?” Hearing the clear insecurity in his voice, you turn your body sideways to look at him.
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb, Y/n” his tone getting a little more aggressive. You were taken back by his tone. Not once has he ever raised his voice at you.
Hearing your name coming from his mouth sounds foreign to you, this is the second time he said your name but this time it sounds like it hurts him to say it.
“Is it cause I’m a sky demon? Is that it? I’m not good enough for you?” He says, the bitterness in his tone is very apparent.
“No! That’s not it at all! How can you think that?” You practically beg. You stand up abruptly and take a cautious step towards him
“How can I not? You’ve been ignoring me like I have some kind of disease or something” he practically shouts.
You could feel yourself cowering back. You can’t do this right now. This was a mistake, something that shouldn’t have happened.
“It shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake” you drop your gaze, mentally berating yourself.
“Mistake?” Lyle lets out a breath of disbelief and turns away from you, “You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t feel anything”
You pick up your head and see the pain in his eyes, more apparent than ever.
“Lyle,I can’t do this right now” you shake your head, you move your legs to attempt to walk around him but he instantly grabs you by your arm and pushes your back roughly into the closet tree.
You look up at Lyle with wide eyes. He has that crazed and determined look clear on his face.
You attempt to pull yourself away but his arm was like a cage around you, unbudging. Your eyes looked up at his begging to be released.
He let you go after a few more moments of you struggling. Letting his hands fall on your hips, he gently strokes your hip with his thumb, his way of apologizing for being a little too rough with you.
“Something changed between us, and I know you can feel it too” Lyle says, after a few seconds of neither of you speaking.
“No. Lyle, please don’t” you practically beg, pushing at his chest to let you go.
“Why? Cause you’re afraid to admit your feelings?” He presses on.
“It’s not that simple” you can feel anger boiling inside of you. Tears coming down your face as you shake your head.
“It is that simple” your hands starts pushing and hitting at his chest.
“No it’s not!” You shout at him, Lyle grabs onto your wrist to stop you from hitting him.
“Why not? Tell me!” He shouts, the anguish in his voice hurting you even more, all the while he struggles to hold you in place.
“The whole point I’m even here is for you to hunt down my father!” you cry out as you manage to pull your arms out of his grip, “it’s wrong of me to fall for my father’s enemies”
“I stop giving a shit about Sully a long time ago!” Lyle says, anger seeps through, almost like he wants you to understand.
“Why are you doing this to me? Is this some sick game you’re trying to pull on me?” You sob. No, you can’t let anything come of this. This is wrong.
“For fucks sake Y/n” he breathes out, clearly frustrated with you, “I’m trying to tell you I’m falling in love with you”
“No.” You shake your head, not wanting to believe Lyle could feel that way about you.
“Baby…” Lyle whispers as he tries to reach for you but your mind is completely lost.
“You’re not capable of such things” you cry out, pushing his hands away from you.
Lyle uses both hands to cup your face and forces you to look up at him, his gaze softening seeing the tears slide down your cheeks, with his thumb he wipes them away.
“I am capable of anything for you, never doubt the power you have over me” he whispers to you before leaning his forehead on yours, “I would leave everything for you”
Your hands planted softly on his face, pressing your forehead against his. He bumped his nose with yours, taking one of your wrists and mouthing your erratic pulse tenderly.
“You don’t know what you’re saying” you timidly pressed your palm against Lyle’s chest. You pushed him back with all the strength you could muster, eyes blown wide as he stared down at you.
“I know exactly what I’m saying, I only felt this way about one other person, and I never told them. I’m not making that same mistake with you” he responds, moving his hands to your hips. Not once taking his eyes off you.
“There is no woman out there quite like you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. When I think about you, try to describe what comes to mind, I’m left speechless. No matter what I say I don’t think there’s words that could ever describe the way you laugh and how your smile lights up a room that makes me feel alive. You are a breath of fresh air, pure, honest, and loveable air.” The way he says it sounds so poetic, it makes your heart flutter. Feeling flustered, you looked away to avoid Lyle’s gaze.
“Baby, look at me.” He cups your jaw to make you look at him, “If you don’t feel the same, tell me. Look me in the eyes and tell me” He whispers, not being subtle when his eyes darted down to your mouth, watching your teeth bite into your bottom lip.
“Please, baby. I have to hear you say it” he begs in his raspy voice.
“I can’t”
“Why not?” he breaths out.
“Cause I’m falling for you as well” you finally admit. Lyle sighs in relief.
Bringing one arm up to your chin, he lifts you face more to him, leaning forward to softly kiss your lips. His face stays too close to yours, but nothing touches. “Lyle?”
“Yes, baby?” with every syllable you feel his lips push up against yours, and you want him closer to you.
“Kiss me again. Please.” Lyle’s hand glides around your neck, the hand on your hips pull you even closer to him until every part of your front is touching him. His lips crash into yours. Peppering kisses onto you until he stills, his tongue tickles around your lips, and you open your mouth, granting him access. Lyle took the opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth, exploring your taste and groaning at your willingness to accept the intrusion.
Needing to feel even closer to him, you move to wrap your arms around his neck, stroking your fingers on the back of his head. Sliding his hands down your body, he cups your nearly bare ass, lifting you up to him. At the feeling of his tented pants, you mewl. “Oh baby, we’ve barely even got started,” the deepness of his voice makes you choke up, unaware of how with just the sound of a voice could make heat pool in your belly.
His mouth left your lips to explore the rest of your face. He began by leaving open mouth kisses along the sides of your face before nipping at the base of your ears. The sensation had your movements momentarily pause as your own pleasure took precedence. "Lyle..."
You could feel the lust pooling in your stomach and quickly migrating downward. You may not have been mated, but you knew what it felt like to touch herself. The touch of another was foreign, but that familiar feeling was mounting even without direct stimulation.
Lyle bit at the base of your neck before licking over the reddened area. He didn't break skin, but if he used any more power he would've easily drawn blood. The sensation of his teeth dragging over your neck satisfied something primal within both. Your head lulled to the side to give him more access - a clear display of trust and want.
He mentally curses at the colt around your neck, disturbing him to claim you even more.
After allowing Lyle to continue for a minute, you pull back as his mouth chased after your skin. Your eyes were blown wide with lust, glimmering as the night light of the forest danced along your skin, deepening the shadows of your features. A glistening trail of saliva covered the entire right side of your neck, running from your collar one to your ear as light bruising was intermittently laid out. The sight had Lyles' pants reach a level of uncomfortable tightness. Your free hand pulled at his vest, despising the gear from keeping his chest out of reach.
Once he was within reach, you returned his favor from earlier, tentatively pressing a soft kiss to the base of his jaw before growing bolder and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down the base of his neck. Lyle groans - how could someone so sweet do this? His hand released your neck and found purchase on your waist, kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh. With the newfound range of motion, you were able to reach up and bite at the base of his ears as well. Lyles' knees nearly buckled at the sensation - the way his fingers tightened around your waist was going to leave fingerprints for a day or two.
"Fuck, baby."
Both of your pupils were blown wide - a side effect of the dim lighting and the lust building in each of your systems. Before Lyle made a move to further your little dance, he hastily unlatched his vest as the material suddenly became constricting.
You smiled before Lyle slowly lower you down onto the ground, his knees in between your legs, keeping your thighs spread, ready to ravage you for all you’re worth. He wasn't going to stop till you were shaking on the ground from too much. He needed you as much as you needed him.
Your hair splayed out beneath you - you looked like the sun. Bright and warm. An essential part of life - you were an essential to his life now.
“Baby, I can’t have you passing out on me,” Lyle’s fingers untie your top, pulling it aside to get a full view of your breasts. Cupping and fondling them until his mouth sucks on each nipple. His tongue circling around until they’re hard and pebbled. His eyes roll up to look at you, but his lips still trail down your body, and you’re overwhelmed by every touch.
Lyle smirks as he slowly traveled down your torso, pressing a sloppy wet kiss at the base of your sternum, “You drive me crazy, baby."
His lips kiss at your stomach, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked up the sweat that collected earlier in the day. You shiver as the moisture cooled instantly in the cool of the night. Lyle pause at the base of your naval before hovering there to glance up at the writhing woman who begged for him to return. Your hands found their way to the back of his head, trying to push it against you but he resisted the temptation to continue teasing you.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby”
You could barely form the words, your rebuttal coming out as breathy pleas for his touch, "please, Lyle, I need more."
Lyle nipps at your freshly exposed hip bone, “don't you worry - I'm going to take care of you."
You try to help as Lyle slips the rest of the fabric down your legs. Once rid of your loincloth, Lyle travels back up your legs, beginning at your ankles. Light touches and soft kisses were a juxtaposition to the harsh squeezing and bites as he passed over your knees. As he grew closer to the apex of your thighs, he could smell your arousal. You shifted against the ground in attempts to entice him into doing what you wanted, but there was no need for that. Lyle felt like he was already drunk off your pussy without experiencing it yet.
He inhaled sharply and peeled his gloves off, before throwing them aside.
The way your entire body twitches in excitement as he trailed his index finger along the inside of her thigh. The way your head would roll back and your back arched slightly off the ground, making the dark bruises around the base of your throat more apparent. He loved it all.
You whimper, slightly grinding into Lyles' hand, "Lyle, please."
"Gotta stretch you out first, baby, can't go hurtin' you," Lyle kiss your clavicle, feeling your heart racing in your chest. His voice trailed off, "wouldn't forgive myself."
Holding eye contact, Lyle ran a single finger up the length of your slit before slowly pressing inside, meeting little resistance as your slick eased the entry. He remained slow, especially as your face twinged in mild discomfort as one of his fingers was the thickness of two of your own. Lyle took your pleasurable whimper to continue, beginning to pump the single finger before adding another once your face relaxed.
"Shhh," Lyle hushes you, his large arms curl around your upper thighs and you were sharply yanked down towards him, "I want to taste you. If you'll let me."
Your eyes widen in desire as Lyle starts placing small kisses on your stomach, caressing the soft, rounded curves of your body with his tongue until he's between your legs, staring up at you ravenously.
He lets out a content sigh bathed in lust as he kisses the inside of your thigh, reigniting that fire his fingers had stoked. He kisses up the inside of your leg, closer and closer. So close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your aching pussy.
Lyle’s ember eyes meet yours for a moment, then they're gone, and you let out a moan of indescribable pleasure as Lyle’s warm tongue meets the heat of your pussy, sliding between its folds as he buries his nose against your clit.
Parted your lips the only thing that was released was a guttural groan when a warm mouth enveloped your throbbing clit.
"Lyle!" you whine.
Lyle licks and kisses your folds, occasionally letting his tongue dive between your slick folds to lap at the wetness there.
"Mmm, God Y/n you're so sweet," Lyle moans, using his teeth to gently take your clit between his lips. Your back arches in response and you let out a cry of pleasure as his tongue dances across the sensitive nerves, sending rivets of white-hot pleasure up your back, causing your vision to blur.
Jerking your hips and grinding it slightly, your hands flung forward to grasp Lyle’s wrists. You can feel Lyle smile against your heat, and your grip around his wrist tightens as his tongue dips deeply into your core, plunging into your entrance for the first time and wasted no time exploring.
Your hips spasm as you thrust against the feeling of his hot, slick tongue inside you - your walls squeezing tightly as your back arches.
"H-Hey, ah~!" Your breath was caught in your throat when his thick appendage purposefully grazed over both the shallow and deep sensorial spots inside of your walls.
Your grip on his wrists tightens as you tugged him harder - closer - against your cunt. Lyle let out a soft shaky whine and the hold he has on your thighs was almost unbearably tight.
"Mmmm," Lyle moans, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you even deeper onto his tongue.
"Fuck, Lyle, please," you beg. "I-....I need more," you plead.
Lyle obeys, and your eyes roll back as his cheeks hollow. He sucks and laps at your slick arousal, groaning in pleasure as he sends vibrations through your entire body - drinking from you as if desperate.
Your eyes clench shut as the pressure of Lyle’s tongue penetrating into you had your stomach fluttering. Your toes curled, thighs fighting to be released from his tight hold that was around your thighs.
His tongue reaches all the way down inside of you and tenderly stroked the soft entrance to your womb. You had never felt such a sensation, no this was something else - foreign.
Your stomach tightened and the muscles in your legs flexed. The overstimulation was begging to become overwhelming and you wanted him to stop so you could catch your breath.
However, Lyle did the exact opposite. He pulls away his tongue to swallow the juices he had accumulated before driving it inside deeply and basically stealing your natural lubrication.
The tugging on his wrists only grew harsher the more the ache in your belly grew. Lyle growls in such a low wavelength you almost wouldn't have heard it if it were not for the moan stuck in your throat.
Cool sweat coated your skin while your hair stuck to your jaw and the back of your neck.
Lyle’s tongue was like heaven with the way passion jolted and spread up your abdomen and legs. You were consumed in a hazy lust, entrapped in intense eros that had your tongue lying heavy in your mouth.
Drool dribbled down the corner of your lips and slid down the sides of your jaw. Your eyes were practically rolled into the back of your head as you ground against his face.
The sharp pointed edge of Lyle’s teeth lightly grazed over your clit that was beating like a nervous heart.
It instigated this feeling in your lower abdomen, it was a pulsating sensation that was growing stronger by the second, alerting you of your nearing climax.
Your throat was dry, your neck muscles ached from the strain, and you felt fatigued. It was already such a long and hard day that the slightest bit of energy you possessed was being seeped out of you.
With the nearing of your climax, your spine had a small divet in it that was arching off the ground. Your legs that were still forced into the mating press jolted and twitched in Lyle’s massive hands.
Lyle suddenly hums and graze his sharp teeth over your clit while his tongue inside of you still wiggled about.
Your hips bucked against his face. You were so close.
The feelings you were experiencing were unspeakable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated.
You were approaching a beautiful release, right at the edge of the cliff where you'd plunge into a reservoir of dazing fulfillment.
And when Lyle forces your hips to grind against his face, your org*sm collided against your nerves and flushed all through your body, surging through your bloodstream while pounding your head with white bliss.
"N-Ngh, ah~!" You cry louder than you should have, bellowing out within the forest that you were sure anyone close by could hear.
Your stomach contracted, and the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing down on Lyle’s tongue.
You let out a loud gasp as Lyle slides two fingers inside you beneath his tongue, pumping them in and out as he never stop sucking and licking sending you into a dizzying spiral of sensations.
“Lyle” you cry out, your hand fisting his wrists as your hips thrust against his tongue. You throw your head back in ecstasy, bringing your other hand to your mouth to muffle your scream of pleasure as you release on Lyle's face, twitching and spasming as Lyle eats out your orgasm, his lips never leaving your sensitive folds.
You could feel that familiar build deep with your stomach. In the few times you experimented and touched yourself before, it had never felt like this - never this good or building this quickly.
With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the grass floor with your lips parted.
Unadulterated euphoria that displayed on your face was something that you would have been embarrassed to ever show anyone, but at the moment you didn't give a damn.
You were blundering mess from his tongue. Literally, you were seeing stars with your eyes that were still rolled into the back of your head.
If Lyle could have you like this just with his mouth, who's to say what you would become if he used anything else.
As you basked in your afterglow, Lyle devours the liquids of your climax, greedily consuming your essence as if it was the air he needed to breathe.
You pant, gently pulling on his wrists to bring him back up your body. But Lyle gives you two more stubborn sucks, causing you to jerk and shudder beneath him. It had you shaking profoundly underneath him, fidgeting from your oversensitivity.
You glance down at Lyle, holding his eye contact as he made his way back up. He was much slower on the return, nipping and biting at certain patches of skin, as he crawls up your naked body, placing wet kisses all over your skin along the way until he reaches your neck. But you turn your head at the last moment, catching his lips with yours as Lyle hums in surprise.
As you pull back, you admire how your juices linger his face, his entire lower face still covered in your arousal. And you feel a small, heated flutter between your legs once more.
Lyle reaches behind your head and gently caress his fingers over your kuru, making you shiver in anticipation. “Don’t” you whisper.
Lyle instantly removes his hand, respecting your wishes and boundaries.
Lyle grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer against him. Your weeping cunt pressed against his own hardened member, trapped under layers of clothing.
He stands up leaning back on his knees, he untucks his shirt from his belt and peels the shirt off his skin. Your eyes can’t decide where it wants to look at, constantly changing locations on Lyle’s muscular body. Discarding the shirt before unbuttoning his pants, smirking at you nearly drooling over him. Watching intently when he removes his boxers, his cock finally on full display and you gasp. “It’s okay, baby, you can handle it.” With the size of him, you’re not sure. Your body trembles as he kneels down between your spread legs.
“H-hold on,” you tell him breathless. Lyle stops his movement. Adjusting himself to hover over your body. Resting himself on his forearms his face is right at yours.
“You, okay?”
Lyle still lingers over you. His golden ember eyes soft as he watches your face. “Baby, we can stop.”
“No! I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop” you say breathlessly.
Balancing his weight on one arm, Lyle bent over your torso to move closer to your head. Your eyes were entranced by his every move - his single arm wasn't straining in the slightest, even though he was balancing hundreds of pounds of muscle on the single limb.
Once close enough, Lyle hums again, nudging his nose against your cheek to move your head as he wish. You completed instantly.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You’ll be the death of me." he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight. He rubs his tip along your little bundle of nerves before slapping his cock against you. The quick jolts of your body has him even more excited.
You bite down on your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. Lyle stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” you nod, holding tightly onto his biceps. Sliding his tip through your walls, you freeze, body stiff, as tears sting your eyes. “Relax,” his voice grunts out. You try, you really do, but your body is just tense. Feeling every centimeter of his cock while it slowly slides in.
The tears escape your eyes with the pain of his girth stretching you out. “I’m sorry, baby. You can take it. I’m only halfway.”
“Lyle,” you whimper. You wince a little, wriggling uncomfortably as Lyle pushes further in.
“It���s okay,” he reassures you gently.
“It hurts.”
“I know, baby,” he kisses you again, deep and slow, “it’s gonna a little, but you’re doin’ so well. Almost there. Just relax.”
At that, he snakes a hand between you, using his thumb to slowly massage your clit, still tingly from your orgasm. Everything instantly loosens inside you and he slips the rest of the way in with a stifled moan.
“Oh good girl,” he emphasizes, placing another kiss to your lips. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah, m’just… full.”
Removing his hand from your clit, while holding his position, he kisses away your tears. “Such a good girl for me. You’re doing so well baby”
His girth was the hardest to overcome, stretching you further than you’d ever been able to achieve on your own. There was a dull ache in your pelvis as he finally settled in.
Unknowingly, your vaginal muscles tensed as he pressed forward to the hilt, “fuck."
He was finally close enough that you could kiss him, trying to distract yourself from the ebbing pain as you grew accustomed to his length. He was more than happy to comply, but paused to suck in a breath each time your walls squeezed around him.
“Breathe, baby. Relax for me.” Lyle gently encourages you as he pulls away from your lips and on command, you take in a big gulp of air. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. you feel incredible.”
You blink back tears as you focus on your breathing, a shaky exhale of air that escapes your heaving chest while you are slowly split open by his heavy cock. It’s moderately painful, the way the foreign object coaxes your tight walls into expanding around it, unmistakably different from the accustomed stretch of his thick fingers, but with it a warm and inviting sense of unfamiliar pleasure lies just within your grasp.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He praises with heavy pants. His fingers digging into your quivering thighs are sharp, almost possessive in nature as he lays claim to your body, molding your virgin cunt into a perfect home for his thick cock. His advice serves as a reminder to both you and himself as you squeeze unforgivingly tight around him. “Just relax, baby.”
Lyle huffs, his grip leaving your thighs to tangle with your fingers against the grass, dropping his head to lay in the crook of your neck while he remains snug within you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, so unfathomably deep you’re sure he’s greeting your insides, you can only spasm in consequence as he kisses along your hypersensitive skin.
“You look beautiful like this. So full of me. Does it feel good, baby?”
You nod weakly as you whimper out incomprehensible sweet nothings.
“Shh, shh.” His thumb brushes gently along your cheek as he observes your disheveled state. The unabashed, unwavering amount of love, trust, and desire he finds pooling in your teary eyes leaves him breathless as he silently vows to care for you the rest of his days. To leave you rightfully worshipped and satisfied as he makes love to you for the first time, and surely not the last.
“Ready for me, baby?” Lyle softly whispers.
“please move.” You nod, he retreats slowly. You feel weird as he slips out, like your pussy needs him back. When he slides back in, it’s a little easier, but there is still some resistance the further he gets.
As he fills you all the way, you feel the weight of his pelvis. It’s a strange sensation, but one you already sort of enjoy, and you begin to anticipate it.
Lyle repeats the process ten more times, speeding up a little with each thrust, and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more as dull pain slowly melts into pleasure.
“Lyle” gasp out when he thrusts a little harder. “Oh, fuck.”
“You like that, baby?” You nod immediately.
“Want me to do it again?”
“Yes, please”
He does— gently at first until he’s fucking you at a pace that makes your cunt ache. You can feel your wetness drip around him each time he pulls out, and when he drives back inside you, it helps aid his momentum, filling you entirely to the root.
The movement caused your eyes to clench shut, but he continued as your muscles became more relaxed. Once those sweet little sounds started to spill from your mouth, Lyle took it as a sign that he could dial it up a notch.
You gargled between thrusts, your entire body shifting along the ground as the momentum pushes you upwards, "Lyle... you - it feels - so good."
“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you, baby?” he whispers against your lips, teeth nipping at your flesh each time he sinks inside you. “So good for me.”
Words get lost in the back of your throat.
Lyle lowly moans, "cunt is so, so sweet, babygirl. I'm one lucky man. It's mine, right?"
You whine at his possessiveness, "yours."
Without missing a beat, Lyle continues, "sucking me in so good. Doesn't want me to leave. You want it? You want my cum?" You nod frantically, walls squeezing at the thought of him painting your insides. Lyle smirks, "oh ho ho, I felt that. You want me to fill you up? Have you drippin' when we get back? So much that I need to push it back inside. Gotta keep it where it belongs, yeah?"
You release a high-pitched moan, scratching at his back as the familiar pressure began mounting in your lower abdomen. Lyle felt it as well, but he was trying his damndest to hold off until you came around him. He needed to feel you cum clenched around his cock.
His fingers wind down your body, quickly squeezing your nipple before skilled hand navigated to the juncture of your legs, expertly finding that little bundle of nerves, coasting down to your swollen clit. Creating small circles on your pearl that match his thrusts. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him down closer to you.
You felt light headed as everything suddenly was so overwhelming. You were deprived of air as Lyle continues to smother and kiss you. Your clit, already swollen from earlier, was being relentlessly circled with a heavy thumb. Your entire body continues to rock in time with his deep thrusts, each time pressing impossibly further into you.
"Lyle - I-" you blurt out, “I think I’m c-close
“C’mon baby, come for me. I want to feel you”
It all happens in a blur. Nothing but pleasure exists for a brief moment, however this time, the moment extends— prolonged by Lyle fucking you through it. It repeats over and over— your body seizing like you’ve been electrocuted, before sagging back against the ground, completely fucked out. Yet you keep jolting intermittently as lingering waves pulse through you.
In your moment of overwhelming pleasure, Lyle speeds up his hips in attempts to trail you as closely as possible. He holds you by the hips so tightly that it’ll be a miracle if you don’t bruise, and he snarls like a goddamn animal as he comes, emptying his balls deep inside you. half a dozen pumps of sticky cum lined your walls. His balls continued to tighten as they forced every last drop out, milking him for all he was worth
With one final thrust, Lyle presses as deep as he could, feeling his cock twitch as your walls continues to squeeze erratically. He holds you there for a long, long moment, letting your tight, tight cunt squeeze around him for just a moment longer before the feeling starts to edge into something bright and oversensitive.
Even so, he wasn't going to pull out anytime soon. No, he would stay deeply settled in the silky warmth. Pulling out now may be to jarring for you .
Once your full body twitching finally slowed to a stop, Lyle slowly rolls your conjoined bodies over so you lay against his chest. Nether of you knew it was possible, but you slip further onto his cock before falling limp against his chest. The first bit of cum slipped out, forming a semi-translucent ring around the base of his cock.
Leaning back slightly to look down at your sweat laden face, Lyle smiles at your first-time glow.
After catching your breaths for a minute, you begin tracing circles along his bare chest, “We should be heading back soon. They would be wondering where we are."
He presses a kiss to your sweaty hairline, trying to smooth it down, "let me worry about them, I want to hold you like this a little longer”
You hum, feeling exhausted.
After a while, you began to wince in pain as your hips tensed from the position. Lyle didn't want to lift you off, but it was going to happen at some point or another. He slowly sat up, making sure not to jostle you as you fought the urge to sleep.
Neither enjoyed the sensation as Lyles' strong arms wrapped around your torso to lift you off his soft cock. While the pressure was gone, you suddenly felt empty without him. Your walls constricted, forcing a glob of his cum to slip out of your stretched slit, landing right on his balls. Lyle groans at the sight, forcing himself to look away so he wouldn't grow hard again.
You fall limp against his chest as more of his cum began to slowly seep out, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as you try to find a comfortable position to rest your exhausted body.
Lyle rubs at your bare skin, loving the way your naked body feels against his "get some rest, baby”
You nod your head in agreement. You weren’t going to fight on that one, "but we should be heading back”
“Don’t worry about that. Rest, baby. You need it”
Your breath evened out in under 2 minutes, letting sleep consume you.
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Use Me
Summary: The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no. (Recombinant Lyle/Human Female Reader)
Prompt #6 (Thigh Fucking) for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.
Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Thigh Riding, Female Reader, Interspecies Sex, In Public, Size Difference
Added Update: The lovely artwork I used in my banner (I found it on Pinterest) belongs to @thevanityofthefox 🤍🩵💙💜❤️ Thank you for such wonderful depictions of Lyle
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Your naked body was situated upon his clothed lap, your hands cupping the back of his bare neck and your lips sealed to his as his tongue danced with yours. His large, blue hands were gripping the curve of your buttocks firmly, moving you leisurely back and forth over his thigh as he wanted, listening to you whimper and moan from the stimulation of rubbing your bare cunt over the rough material of his workout trousers stretched taught over his muscular thigh. Lyle pulled back with a chuckle and then bounced his leg, making you release a whine before you shuddered in pleasure.
The funny thing was that had you been asked an hour ago if you’d ever thought you’d be in this situation, you’d have said no.
You were a human soldier working for the RDA and had been off duty so you’d decided to go to the gym to make sure you didn’t allow yourself to go soft, what with the lower gravity, if you ever got rotated back to Earth (you hoped you didn’t because there really wasn’t anything back there for you). Wearing a tank top over your sports bra and some knee-length leggings in your favorite color, you’d gone for using the human-sized treadmill first to warm yourself up, blasting your music in your headphones to get yourself pumped up.
Across the way, on the more Na’vi/Avatar-sized side of the gym, was one of the recombinants – Lyle… Wainfleet, you thought his name was; like you’d come to know of his routine, he was lifting weights and he was shirtless, letting all those lean blue muscles of his torso and abdominals out on display, shimmering with a light sheen of sweat. Normally, it took a lot more to get you hot and bothered but there was just… something… about this particular recombinant that just did it for more easily than any human man had attracted you ever before. Maybe it was that humorous smirk he always seemed to wear when you saw him and the jokes, he always seemed to rattle off that had you fighting off a smile. Maybe it was seeing all those beautiful stripes, especially all over his scalp leaving his braided neural queue as a striking focal point amongst all that built sapphire muscle or the several tattoos decorating his skin. Either way, you always found your eyes drawing towards him whenever he was around.
And if the sudden current grin adorning his lips was anything to go by, he knew you were staring right now, too.
Until he looked up at you and stuck his tongue out, bracketing it with his index and middle fingers suggestively.
You stumbled upon the treadmill, ducking your face away from him as you cunt clenched in want and quickly spread your feet to stand on the side rails before you made an idiot of yourself and faceplanted on the machine and possibly bloody up your face. You cringed at your slight blunder and decided to try to slink away, turning off the treadmill as quickly as it would let you.
Only to nearly run into a blue wall of muscle.
You quickly took out your earbuds, craning your neck to see Lyle peering down at you with a wide smile. He laughed, “Aw, don’t hide yourself, baby. I like it when you stare at me. Makes me feel all tingly.”
You flushed and shook your head in amusement. “Sure you don’t need a medic for that?” you shot back teasingly, stepping around his body with a full body shiver as you noticed his hip bones peeking out at you from the waist of his trousers. You licked your lips, eyes lifting back up to his golden gaze as you added jokingly, “Might wanna get checked for a rash or oozing or something.” Only to yelp as his tail swatted at your backside in retaliation. “Excuse you, sir.” Lyle groaned, “Yeah, that does it for me, doll. C’mere.” You squeaked as Lyle scooped you up into his arms before he sat on a nearby bench, depositing you onto his lap, your legs straddling his thighs. You bit down on your lower lip and grinned up at him, enjoying the feel of his huge hands settling upon your hips rather possessively.
“Hi,” you murmured.
“Hi, baby,” Lyle replied, wiggling his eyebrows. “So… I don’t know if you realize this but I am really into you. Want to help me break my new in?”
You raised your brows at his offer and bit down on your lower lip harder before you replied, “So, uh… I’m interested in this offer but, uh, it’s been a while. Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to prep and stretch me first before I’ll be able to take something at least twice the size of a human.” He hissed as you palmed the front of his sweat pants, feeling his cock hardening in anticipation. “Think you’re up to the challenge, sir?”
The recombinant smirked, replying enthusiastically, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” Lyle quickly lifted you off his lap like you were nothing more than the weight of a feather – and he was almost twice your size so maybe you were comparable to a feather to his strong muscles – and stripped you eagerly, right there in the middle of the gym before laying you down onto one of the benches and lifting your legs to rest upon one of his shoulders so he could kneel in front of you. Quickly sliding his sweat pants down, he pulled out his hard cock and stroked himself as he took in your naked body with a beaming grin. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he purred, his tail and ears twitching in building arousal. He quickly bent down and kissed you hungrily, gripping your backside and sliding his cock between your thighs. You reached out and cupped the back of his tattooed neck as your tongue battled his, moaning as he squeezed your ass and thrust his length up against your sopping entrance to increase your excitement. “Fuck, baby. You’re getting so wet for me, ain’t ya?”
You nodded, your breath coming in stuttered gasps as you begged, “Yes. Oh… god… Feels so good. More, please.”
Lyle bit down lightly on your shoulder and moved faster between your squished thighs. “Yeah, baby,” he grunted against your skin. “Keep moving… just like that. Make a mess all over me when you cum.” You shivered and whined, speeding up your movements as the coil in your belly tightened. “That’s it,” Lyle purred, his tail wrapping around your calf, his fingers digging into your ass. “That’s my girl. Cum for me baby. I want you to soak my pants.”
In retaliation, you reached out and tugged on his neural queue when it dropped over his shoulder, making him cry out and grind up against your clit harder, cum splashing over your belly and tits in glowing blue goop. “Fuck, Lyle,” you whined, your slick trickling out of your cunt as you hit your peak, saturating his cock and his clothing.
The recombinant laughed breathlessly.
“Damn, baby, I feel like a virgin again,” he joked.
You met his grin with your own replying, “I mean… technically you kinda are. Wanna go change that?”
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Originally Posted: 19 December 2023
Word Count: 1,212
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W&TWS || Holidays
Summary : He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count : 1598
Warnings : Fluff
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April 16th, 2021
When James woke up, the sun was slowly rising, giving the sky beautiful colours that reflected on the lake. Everything was so quiet. It reminded him of his first morning here, a month ago. That time, he woke up from a terrible nightmare and decided to go for a walk around the silent lake. A few days later, he met Willow.
Today, everything felt so different. The nightmares were still there, but they didn’t come as often as they used to. Tony sent him a new computer asking him to be careful, cyborg, and the project of his enterprise never felt so close to be achieved. And on top of that, Willow was on Easter holidays for two weeks before her exams. He was so excited to spend more time with her.
A wave of peace and calm submerged him and helped him to do something that didn’t happen for a long time : fall back asleep. A notification on his phone awoke him around 9 AM.
Sunflower : Awake ?
Seeing the nickname he gave her woke him up fully and he answered right away.
Bucky : Just woke up! How are you?
Sunflower : I’m on holiday, so I’m really happy! Wanna do something today?
Bucky : Sure, but don’t you have a class soon?
Sunflower : I do, but come on! It's a holiday and I thought we could go to the amusement park together. There’s one not so far. Wanna go with me ?
Bucky : I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes.
He didn’t check her answer, he knew she’ll be happy. And he was too. Last time he went to an amusement park was with Steve in Coney Island. He felt like a child again, like he could enjoy things again. Damn, he couldn’t wait to spend an entire day with her. Then two weeks.
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As he expected, Willow was waiting in front of her house. She had her favourite (and only) backpack that had a hood. The pattern represented a rib cage, and on the side pockets were skeleton hands. He liked when she put the hoods on, he thought she was really cute with it, but as she didn’t like this word he never told her. She was wearing a high waist jeans, a black crop top, and her Bugs Bunny converse.
He got out of the car to open the passenger door for her. He took her backpack and put it in the trunk.
“So, where do I take you Miss?”
“To the amusement park, please.” He loved when she shared his jokes or his way of talking.
“Are you going alone ?”
“No, I’ll be with a wonderful person.”
James’ cheeks turned red and a smile grew on his face. He changed the subject and asked her why she was missing her last class. Willow explained she didn’t want to do this anymore. She was going to try the exams, but she really needed something new. He noticed she was uncomfortable with the subject and apologised for addressing the subject.
The temperatures, like the sun, were high. They drove with open windows and sang old songs. James discovered that Willow loved Elvis Presley, but the song they listened on loop was Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry. Thirty minutes later, they arrived.
“Can we start with the Haunted Mansion, please.” Willow asked him.
“You know, you don’t have to say please. I’ll follow you because you know the park better than I do. But first, let’s buy our tickets.”
As a gentleman from the 40s, Bucky insisted on buying the tickets, arguing that she hadn’t a job yet, and also that it made him very happy to offer this to her. He also threatened her that if she didn’t let him pay, they wouldn’t do the Haunted Mansion.
There weren’t a lot of people, therefore the queue for the attraction wasn’t long. Only ten minutes to wait. During this time, Willow told the story of the Haunted Mansion to James.
One day, during the 19th century, a rich man, John, settled in this house with his wife, Margaret, and their son, Jonas. Once the son was 21, he married the daughter of his father’s best friend, a woman named Lydia. She was so beautiful that all the men were at her feet. Lydia moved into the mansion with Jonas and his parents. Everything was perfect, until one day Margaret visited one of her friends. When she came back home, she was welcomed by blood on the walls and her husband hanging in the living room. The detectives concluded that Jonas and Lydia were killed by John. However, no corpses were found. Only two fingers : the ring fingers from the lovers. The mother died shortly after. Since then, her ghost is haunting the mansion, still looking for her son, thinking he is still alive.
“What happened to Jonas and Lydia?” asked Bucky
“No one knows. Some think they faked their death, but where did all the blood come from?” Willow used a mysterious voice that made Bucky shiver.
“Are you scared James?”
“No, you just told this story too well. And I’ll probably hold your hand all along… to protect you, of course.”
“Yeah, of course. It's nice to have a bodyguard.”
“It’s mostly him who needs a protector,” said a voice next to him. It was one of the employees who manages the attraction. Willow loved the fact that they were always playing a role. “Marguerite is looking for her son, and maybe she’ll think it’s you. After all, you look like him.” Bucky wanted to say something, but it was time to enter the mansion.
“Don’t worry James, I won’t let Marguerite take you away.” Willow joked.
“Promise ?”
“I promise.” And she took his hand, not letting go until the end.
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“Now that Marguerite didn’t take you away, what do you want to do?” asked Willow to a happy Bucky.
“I saw some shooting games, and I was a sniper before. So maybe I can win something.”
“Okay, let’s go. I wanna see that. Then we’ll do another attraction and we’ll eat.”
They approached a stand where Bucky had to shoot 10 cow-boys with only 13 ammo. The man from the stand was really impressed when he saw Bucky reload and shoot easily, only using 10 ammo. One per cow-boy.
“So, which prize do you want? Maybe a giant bear for your girlfriend?” he asked him, referring to Willow.
“Hum…” Bucky hesitated. Should he correct the guy, saying she wasn’t his girlfriend? Because he really wished you were.
“I’ll just have to be careful that my dog won’t eat it. But I’d like to have it. I’ll name him Bucky Bear.”
“See, Sir, she already chose a name. Now, I’ll have to give it to you.”
“You know we’ll have to take this bear everywhere now ?”
“Yes. And it makes me really happy. Especially because you won it.” Bucky’s cheeks turned red. He thought it happened really often when you were around.
“And… hum… why did you name it Bucky Bear.”
“Because you decided that my nickname was Sunflower. So now, your nickname is ‘Bucky Bear’. I just wasn’t sure if you would have liked me to say it in front of everyone. So I decided to say it was the bear’s name. Is that weird or even clear? Because I feel like I’m explaining too much, and…”
“Willow, it’s fine, I understand what you mean. ‘Sunflower and Bucky Bear’, that sounds great to me.”
“So… Do you wanna eat something, Bucky Bear?”
“Yes, Sunflower. I’m starving.”
And they both walked to the nearest restaurant, holding each other’s hands.
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The rest of the day was spent doing attractions, buying souvenirs and eating ice cream. All this with their new giant bear. Everyone thought they were a cute couple, they didn’t know that they were just friends. Friends, but only because neither of them dared to share their feelings.
The sun was slowly letting his place to the moon. It was around 9 PM when they headed to the centre of the park to watch the fireworks. The temperatures had dropped and Willow was shivering. Bucky gave him his sweatshirt, and thanks to Shuri, his vibranium arm had a feature meaning it could appear as a real arm to everyone.
“I know you don’t like that”, he started, “but I think you're really cute.”
“Thank you Bucky”, she smiled softly. He could see that she was very tired. He suggested taking her home and they headed to the car. The return trip was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. They just enjoyed the silence.
Suddenly, Bucky received a call. It was Tony.
“Tony, can I call you back? I’m not alone.”
“Oh, you’re with the girl you told us about. Willow, is that right? I’m sorry, but it’s really important. It’s about your new company, I need you to be in New-York next week. I already reserved a plane for Friday afternoon.”
“Shit, I had plans. It’s fine, I’ll be there. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Great Robocop.” And he hung up.
Bucky noticed that Willow was trying to hide that she was sad.
“I’m so sorry Sunflower. It’s really important, but I promise we’ll spend the entire week together. And I’ll call you during the second week, and you’ll have Bucky Bear, plush version.”
“Promise?”
“I promise Sunflower.”
They arrived in front of her house. He helped her get out of the car, and before he headed back to his hotel, they hugged for a long minute and he gave her a kiss on the forehead.
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Series Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6
#bucky bear#james buchanan barnes#ceo!bucky barnes#bucky#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x oc#bucky barnes x ofc#soft!bucky barnes#marvel fanfic#marvel#original female character#original characters#friends to lovers
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((Headcanon: So Ren is a proto-Cetra, as in an artificially created Ancient. The Cetras of the Lifestream do accept her eventually, and then her magic casting will level up three to four times until she reaches -aja level, which is the highest known, but when she calls on this power by the point she has her highest level magic, she gains Cetra markings, basically runes on her body in the Cetra language and they glow when she utilizes her power.))
#the world of ren#headcanon#glowing veins or tattoos#if you wanna be in SOLDIER you need to have queues
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i really can’t stop thinking about how fucking needy bucky would be and the fact that you said there would be endless cum because he’s a super soldier has left me thinking how many times a day he would fuck you and leave you ruined because he’s just so fucking needy 🥵
could you imagine he would act up in PUBLIC and you would try to shoo him away but it would get him all angry and dominate and he’d take you to a dressing room or bathroom and just destroy you and everyone could hear you
-strwbrrybucky
Oh holy shit, Bucky getting needy in public is going to be the death of me i hadn’t really even considered him flipping into a needy Dom rather than a needy sub and I really wish I had 🥵
Like you’re out shopping together and he maybe sees a pretty lingerie set you would look so good in. But you tell him you don’t need any more, maybe you’re in a rush to get somewhere else and you just don’t have time for it today.
“Come on doll, even just try it on for me? Know you’d look fucking beautiful.” He’s getting himself all worked up at just the thought, nibbling at your ear, standing so close behind you that you can feel him hardening up and that’s going to be a huge issue.
“Buck, we don’t have time today. We’ll come back for it this Saturday, I promise.”
But he’s horny now. “Shit, you know what you do to me? Jus’ thinkin’ about you in that. Can hardly think straight.” His head gets so clouded with lust so quickly and it excites you far more than it should. He kind of expects you to be the levelheaded one so he loves testing your resolve, letting you make the decision to ignore your own voice of reason.
“Bucky, fuck, we can’t do this here.” His body heat is making you ache, your body craving his. You’re in the middle of a clothes store for goodness sake.
“Baby, did you forget I’m enhanced? I can smell how bad you want this. Your little cunt is cryin’ out for me. How am I supposed to ignore it?” And shit, he’s right. You can feel yourself throbbing, slick gathering in your underwear and your eyes flutter shut at the sound of him dragging in a deep breath through his nose. “Smells so fuckin’ sweet angel. What’dya say we go to the changin’ rooms for a quickie? Won’t take long to get ya off, can tell.”
You’re not quite sure how he has the confidence to be so shamelessly filthy in public but you don’t even care any more.
You’re excited enough that there’s no way you can turn him down.
“You have to be quiet this time Bucky. Can’t be like last time, I was so embarrassed.” You’d reasoned it out and your need had won, Bucky smirking as he held your waist, leading you to the changing room with the lingerie completely forgotten.
There wasn’t even time to completely undress, hell, there was hardly even time to lock the door before Bucky was on you, pressing you against the questionably fragile wall of the changing room.
“Oh God, fuck honey, ‘m too horny. No idea where it came from. Jus’ achin’ for ya.” He didn’t waste a second, unbuttoning his jeans and untucking himself, his tip already weeping as you shuffled out of your own trousers. You were pinned to the unstable wall once more, Bucky supporting you, splitting you open with one quick, sharp thrust.
“Bucky, oh yes, more Bucky, please.” It was like every word got louder and louder as he picked up speed, slipping in and out of you with ease.
“Mhm that’s it baby girl, squeeze my cock for me. Love when you let your little pussy do the thinkin’ for ya.” He was sounding more and more wrecked with every thrust, whines and cries spilling out of you when you reached down to play with yourself, chasing your high since you knew you didn’t have long.
“Swallowin’ me up, aren’t ya? You’re getting close, can feel it. Wanna hear you. Wanna make sure this whole damn store knows who’s fuckin’ you so well.” The poor wall was shaking under your body, his powerful thrusts somehow driving every concern from your head. You weren’t holding back anymore, eyes rolling back in your head as you came with a high cry.
“Bucky, fuck, Bucky I’m cumming. Holy shit don’t stop, ah, so good Buck, feels so good.” He groaned so loud as your words dragged him over the edge, his body slumping against yours, pinning you to the wall as he filled you full of cum.
“What a good girl. Swear you take this big dick like it’s the only thing you wanna do. Love that about you honey.”
After carefully setting you down, Bucky’s horny haze had worn off, the embarrassment beginning to creep wash over you when you realised the gravity of what you’ve just done and how many people had heard.
“Think we’d better leave honey. Before there’s a queue at the door waiting to be fucked like you were.” His cheeky wink makes your heart flutter but you’ve never agreed with him more. You really did need to leave. Quickly.
#asks answered <3#strwbrrybucky#needy!bucky#dom!bucky#bucky barnes smut#Bucky Barnes x reader#I will see myself off my own blog#I’m sorry#I am so so tired tonight I can hardly keep my eyes open#I’ll do the rest of my blurbs tomorrow I promise#and apparently I only did just over 19k steps#it felt like so much more#becca’s blurbs
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[END 2020] My Top 9 Danmei Novel Picks of the Year
As a part of my Round Up post for the year, here’s my pick of favourite danmei novels, that I’ve read! This is sort of an accompaniment to my previous danmei rec list over HERE, so there may be one or two overlaps, but I’ve read WAY MORE after that and am prepared to like give more options here
Note: There should be English translations for all via novel updates if you do a search of the English name, but I don’t think most of them are completed.
If you wanna see my full reading and queue list (it’s all in Chinese tho, for my own records), it’s here.
I’m leaving out the usual MXTX and Priest ones, because they’re already good and we all know that and there’re many carrds and posts dedicated to them.
I am also a sucker for fainting but smart men, and not too overly angsty/complicated storylines, just putting it out there first, which is why I haven’t read a lot of some of the ones on my queue list.
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1. 一剑霜寒 | A Sword of Frost by 语笑阑珊
Summary: Jing Yan Ran is the Emperor’s brother and wields military power in the novel, and it starts with an object being stolen from the palace. Jing Yan Ran has to retrieve the item secretly, and so enlists the help of Feng Yu Sect’s Sect Master, Yun Yi Feng, who heads the martial arts world’s one and only information trading post. Yun Yi Feng does not deal in business that involves any royalty, but Jing Yan Ran offers him something he cannot refuse - the Blood Red Lingzhi, a rare and mystical herb that is rumoured to be able to treat his life-threatening condition.
Yun Yi Feng was used by his shifu when he was younger to test out all kinds of poisons and cures, and since then, his body flushes dangerously hot and cold frequently, with bouts of severe coughing fits in between. Throughout the first mission where he spends time with Jing Yan Ran searching for the stolen object, he allows Jing Yan Ran to take care of him, and they fall in LURVE pretty much like 10 chapters in.
Of course, they have to uncover a plot and conspiracy against their enemies who are plotting to dethrone the Emperor, and also reveal the secrets of Yun Yi Feng’s birth.
My Thoughts: AN ABSOLUTE FAVE AND GEM, I’d say this is my favourite danmei novel ever. This is both hilarious and tears-inducing, to be honest, because for most of the novel YYF knows he doesn’t have long to live and so in the beginning he knows of his own feelings for JYR and JYR also shows him that he loves him, but he is unable to officially reciprocate because he knows his body is like weakening day by day. Halfway through the fear that he’s literally about to die as they are JUST about to find the cure is real, and damn I cried so much at that. Some highlights:
YYF falls asleep very easily in baths and everywhere actually, and pretty much within the first 10 chapters he gets used to JYR carrying him around (even naked from the bath, he’s like oh well, okay cool) and taking care of him, and JYR ALWAYS makes sure he is warm and toasty under his cape
YYF LOVESSSS RICHES, PLAYING THE ZITHER AND COOKING - He’s good at gathering the first one, but he FUCKING SUCKS AS THE LAST TWO - It’s so funny because he’s so beautiful and handsome right, and when he sits down at the zither everyone is like OH DAMN WHAT A DREAM- and then he plays, and everyone’s fantasies is shattered, he’s ABYSMAL at it, and the same goes for cooking
JYR doesn’t actually have the Blood Red Lingzhi, and throughout the first arc, he feels SO DAMN GUILTY because YYF even carved out a pendant that looks like what he thinks the herb looks like, and like carries it with him everywhere LMAO
Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili
2. 高能二维码 | High Energy QR Code by 青色羽翼
Summary: CEO Xing Ye’s brother Xing Shuo has just passed away at the age of 24, and nothing will make him believe that Xing Shuo died of natural causes despite autopsies and experts telling him that he really died simply of a heart failure. Xing Ye, who has impeccable memory, suddenly recalls the last time he saw Xing Shuo. His brother called out to him just before Xing Ye left for a business trip, and looked as if he had something to say, but ended up just wishing him a safe trip.
At that moment, there was a QR code on Xing Shuo’s phone, and the phone screen was strangely turned out towards Xing Ye, and Xing Ye, with his incredibly high IQ and memory, realizes that Xing Shuo wanted him to see the QR code. Quickly, he reproduces the QR code by pen and then scans it, and finds himself in a game world.
There he meets a narcissistic but also cute mirror which can speak, and finds out later that his name is Lu Ming Ze. Xing Ye’s mission is to clear the game missions in each round that is set by the black and white cubic game system, a system that continuously tempts its players into giving in to committing sins such as killing someone else, stealing and other things. He soon realizes that if he cannot stay on a path clear of these sins, he will never be able to triumph over the game system and return Lu Ming Ze back to his body in the real world.
At the same time, he gains new teammates and friends for life, and also finds out what role his brother played in this game.
My Thoughts: MY GOD I LOVE THIS. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED READING THIS YESTERDAY, and honestly it’s one of my faves. I don’t like game systems very often (I’ve read three others so far, and this, and KOD are the only ones I’ve liked) but this one is *chef’s kiss*. So LMZ was born like with a really handsome face, like SUPER HANDSOME, and that’s why he’s like a harmless narcissist that cannot bear to look at ugly things LMAO, but he’s not spoilt, he makes sure that Xing Ye stays true to himself, and help him keep his head clear.
THE ONLY THING ABOUT THIS FRICKIN NOVEL IS THAT LU MING ZE STAYS A MIRROR, LIKE DIFFERENT KINDS OF MIRRORS, in the first TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY CHAPTERS. I KID YOU NOT. I FRICKIN KID YOU NOT. I swear I was sooo touched starved at the end of the novel, because they couldn’t even kiss?!! Like Xing Ye kisses the mirror, and then uses his thumbs to like hi-five mini LMZ in the mirror back, they can’t even hug. Do you know how empty my arms felt when I read this book?!! And my arms have never been filled!!!!!!
I really like this one because each game world is set up in such a brilliant way, but it’s not so unnecessarily complex that you literally don’t know what the fuck is going on. Xing Ye’s intelligence as he outmanoeuvres every single one of his enemies and convinces his would-be loyal teammates to trust him is so satisfying, world after world, victory after victory.
Humour is also absolutely ON POINT. A lot of it is centred on Xing Ye getting caught in the real world kissing his handheld mirror (LMZ) by LMZ’s parents (who cannot see him in the mirror) and LMZ’s parents going like ???!!!!!!!!
Available: Novel Online | Physical Novel is coming out on 10 Dec (freebies are, you guessed it, a mirror)
3. 妻为上 | The Wife is First by 绿野千鹤
Summary: This is set in a historical setting where men can marry other men, but it’s usually reserved for sons who were not borne by the official main first wife of the patriarch of the family, i.e. a son born by a concubine in a family may be forced to marry a man to keep him from being able to become the next family’s patriarch for example. This is because any family’s next leader needs to be able to have children with a wife who married in as a zheng shi (lawful wife), and not a ce shi (second wife) or any other concubines/mistresses etc. Most of these men who marry other men have to take them as their zheng shi and lawful spouse in a sense, and the same goes for the royal family.
The story starts with third prince Jing Shao, who was forced to marry Mu Han Zhang, a Marquis’ second son, by the Empress and Emperor, thereby officially and effectively cutting him out of the race for the throne. He’s mocked by the public as everyone knows what this means, and for the next 10 years, he neglects Mu Han Zhang, blaming him for his predicament, and deliberately showers his three other concubines with affection in front of him, but 10 years later, when Jing Shao is accused of treason, everyone leaves him except for Mu Han Zhang. They are chased to the edge of the cliff by soldiers, and Mu Han Zhang dies in his arms having taken an arrow meant for him earlier, and Jing Shao jumps off the cliff with his dead body, and promises that if there’s a next life, he will do everything Han Zhang says, and love him.
He wakes up immediately on the night of his marriage with Han Zhang, and realizes that he’s been given a second chance to make everything right. Han Zhang is definitely afraid of him, humiliated and angry when he first wakes up after how rough Jing Shao was with him earlier on their wedding night, and he has no memories of their past life. Jing Shao then sets to SHOWER HAN ZHANG with affection, love and basically everything, because he realized that this is the only person who stayed by his side until the end, and then he falls in love with Han Zhang properly this time, and also deals with every single person who maligned and schemed against him in his previous life, with Han Zhang by his side.
My Thoughts: OKAY BEFORE YALL GO INTO THE ‘WIFE’ terminology discourse and everything, in this case they do use the term ‘wife’ literally, and it’s a position, that while men frequently fall into (there are a lot of male ‘wives’ in this story), is also used to cut off like sons from inheriting the family and the fortune, and even titles. Male ‘wives’ aren’t looked down upon in this setting, in fact, Han Zhang gets a lot of leeway as one, and in his case he was also able to rise up the ranks to be an actual official later on, but the sad thing comes from sons who are most of the time forced to marry a male ‘wife’ for whatever reason, and then they are neglected as the son goes and find concubines, women he actually wants to sleep with - this is sad af yall. I don’t know, on one hand, yay for equality in marriage in this setting, but on the other hand like, damn, must you use same-sex marriage like that argh.
ANYWAY THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVES TOO?!!! I mean, especially when Jing Shao literally just goes into doting mode 200% and Han Zhang is totally like wtf why is he so nice to me is he scheming or something? And then he realizes that Jing Shao is really, really gentle towards him despite his reputation as a cruel, dark military commander, and Jing Shao always smiles at him. In any situation, especially in the beginning, when Han Zhang thought Jing Shao would not stand with him, Jing Shao literally just protects him no matter what, gives him everything, and cries, I love it.
Especially because Han Zhang is the son of a concubine and he was bullied a lot in the Mu family, and the official Lady Mu married him off to Jing Shao in hopes that he would be unhappy for the rest of his life, and I suppose that came true in the first life, but in the second, Han Zhang gets all the love, respect and support he never got before in this family with Jing Shao and that makes me WEEP.
Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Kuaikan
4. 死亡万花筒 Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪
OOOH I intro-ed KOD here in my previous rec list. Still one of my faves and all-time re-reads, especially under the covers in the dark hehehe.
5. 你的距离 | Your Distance by 公子优
Summary: Ting Shuang is a student at a German university, and has this handsome professor Bai Chang Yi who he swears kind of hates him. He’s just broken up with his longtime boyfriend, and then goes on this dating app that matches a profile with him based on distance. The app can also show the matched profile’s distance from him once they enter the same area, and Ting Shuang starts chatting with this Chinese guy on the app, who he finds out later, is 36 years old, 187cm in height and wears glasses.
The guy is a little aloof and cool, very mature in his replies on the app, and somehow Bai Chang Yi finds out who he is later, as Ting Shuang starts complaining to him about his professor to Bai Chang Yi. Instead of getting angry and offended, BCY is pretty much amused and finds Ting Shuang cute. A few days later Ting Shuang finally realizes who it is he’s been texting, and after getting past the initial embarrassment and fear, they start dating for real, and they really fall in love!!!!!
My Thoughts: This is sweet and also hilarious af, if you need to like satisfy your sweet tooth, this is definitely one for you. It’s really funny because Bai Chang Yi runs in the same circles as Ting Shuang’s dad, who he’s estranged from because the dad doesn’t want to recognize a son who is gay, and then BCY convinces him later in the funniest of ways, and there’s a small subplot at the end in which Ting Shuang is pretty cool, and yep, short and sweet! BCY in the manhua is handsome af too guys ;-;
Available: Novel Online, Audio Drama on Maoer FM and Manhua on Bilibili,
6. 神木挠不尽 The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post by 绿野千鹤
Summary: Mo Tian Liao, a weapons forger and master who ruled the Demon Tribe, was hunted down and killed by other righteous sects in the region when he managed to forge an incredibly destructive weapon that could end the world. Before he died, he placed the only thing he loved, a white cat, into a hole in the tree behind him to protect it. The only thing he was grateful for was that he did not create a blood pact with the cat, Xiao Mao, because if he had done so, when he died, Xiao Mao would have died along with him as well.
Right before he dies, unbeknownst to him, Xiao Mao who is no simple demonic cat, wraps part of his consciousness around Mo Tian Liao, and MTL’s spirit ends up floating about for 300 years, until he finds a suitable time to return with a body made out of a special tree and its wood. The first thing he does, of course, is to find his white cat, but he’s poor, and the body he has isn’t powerful, so he joins Wo Yun Sect, the only sect that did not hunt him down that day hundreds of years ago.
There, he is chosen by Qing Tong shizun to be his direct disciple, much to the astonishment of other shizuns in the sect, and Qing Tong’s shixiongs. MTL has never seen a person as beautiful and gorgeous as his shizun, and if only he could find that cat (who’s actually his shizun, who recognizes him and protects him, even if MTL doesn’t actually need much protection).
My Thoughts: This was hilarious as well, and so romantic?!!! Qing Tong/Xiao Mao waited for MTL to come back, and the moment he came back, Qing Tong was there ready to grab him, and then before he went to sleep that night, Qing Tong thought to himself, “I’ve gotten my person back, I can sleep well now” and AHHHHH at this point they weren’t even like a couple yet? MTL ‘kidnapped’ Qing Tong when he was a young demon cat by accident because he likes pretty things (like his shizun lmao) and Qing Tong is attached to him because MTL never forced a blood pact on him, and gave him everything he wanted as a younger cat before MTL died. Gosh, a mirror in #2 and then a cat now with this one. XD
Available: Novel Online
7. 破云 | Breaking the Clouds by 淮上
Summary: Three years ago, Captain Jiang Ting and his team of the Narcotics division perished in an explosion due to a wrong call of his, and he returns three years later under a new identity ready to deal with the people who set him and his team up. He’s caught in what seems to be a simple murder case almost immediately and meets Yan Xie, who’s Vice Captain and in charge of this case. Yan Xie realizes who Jiang Ting is shortly after, and begins to unravel the huge mystery surrounding the events of three years ago, and falls in love with Jiang Ting along the way as well.
My Thoughts: Okay out of the FOUR crime/detective/thriller danmei novels I’ve read, the poyun and tunhai (below) series is the one that MIRRORS actual narcotics division and undercovers the best. It has the complexity and depth of the drugs/narcotics world, and both this one and its sequel focuses a lot on the position of an undercover and mole. I liked this one a lot because there are SOOOO many twists especially in the last arc, like you honestly won’t see any of them coming until it hits you? And Yan Xie is such a confident, rich-ass narcissist, and he keeps asking Jiang Ting if he can “just touch” him ONCE lmao, he’s thick-skinned af, but that’s why he and Jiang Ting are so compatible ;-;.
Available: Novel Online, Novel Print, Audio Drama and Manhua on Bilibili
8. 吞海 | Swallowing the Sea by 淮上
Summary: Sequel to Po Yun. Yu Wu is a young-looking new detective under Captain Bu Chong Hua’s narcotics team. Bu Chong Hua is Yan Xie’s cousin by actual relation, but brother in relationship because BCH’s parents died early and Yan Xie’s parents have been taking care of him mostly. He cannot stand Yu Wu, who seems to want to coast through at work and keep to a 9-5 work schedule.
It’s only after an altercation and Yu Wu dumping his nonchalant facade to snarl at BCH that he realizes that YW is actually more interesting and mysterious than he thought, and he begins to try to get close to him, understand him. It turns out that Yu Wu is a famous undercover who nearly died a year ago during an operation, and due to various reasons, he was assigned to BCH’s team by higher ups so he can peacefully live the rest of his life out there. However, his past catches up with him quickly, and his enemies turning up forces him to rely on BCH.
With BCH, Yu Wu’s resentment of having to be an undercover in the past and being so easily discarded by his team’s leaders, and of him being forced to be in the shadows while others can announce their achievements to the world, is slowly erased, because BCH sees him, knows him, and understands him more than anyone else.
My Thoughts: I actually liked this one better than the first one - Yu Wu is such a pouty, angry little thing?! And for good reason (there’s a bit of cannibalism in the book, not by choice when he was younger and in a poor village in Cambodia, where some militants forced survivors in the village to eat the meat of boiled corpses of other villagers, so YW is a vegetarian, like if he eats meat he gets really sick) and the twists here are even more amazing?! BCH really, really, devotes himself to YW the moment he realizes how much he likes him, doing a 180 degree turn. Instead of Yan Xie’s flamboyance, BCH is much steadier, grouchy, like an old uncle, but also looks at things even more clearly than Yan Xie does sometimes. Yu Wu is understandably bitter about what he had to go through, and BCH is the ONLY person who can calm him down, whom he listens to, which I LOVE. Some highlights:
Yu Wu grew up in a poor village and thus loves money, and he fights in underground betting rings to earn more money - The stash of hidden money he collects I think is half for his escape money, but if he happens to never need it, his dream is to donate the money to his village so they can open up a school there - ANYWAY because Yan Xie’s parents, and technically BCH’s ‘parents’ are soooooo rich right, Yan Xie’s mom shows her approval to her son-in-laws (Jiang Ting first, then Yu Wu), by giving them winter pants. It’s kind of like inside warmers, and usually meant for older ladies to wear LOLOL so Yu Wu was like staring at the pants when he finally got them and looked soooo reluctant until Jiang Ting told him it costs $6,000 AND HE WAS LIKE :333333 okie
He acts a lot like a kid?!! He likes eating like some snack but it’s really unhealthy for him, and BCH the mother hen keeps catching him in weird places like the toilet, where he’s hiding from BCH so he can eat his fave snack?! And the whole police station knows not to give YW what he wants in terms of snacks and smokes because once BCH finds out, he makes life very difficult for them HAHAHAHA
9. 穿成反派如何活命 | How to Survive as A Villain by 伊依以翼
Summary: Rich and handsome CEO Xiao Yu An finds out he has a terminal illness (cancer), and dies while he’s reading this online novel, where a king mistreats the crown prince from a neighbouring state which sent him over as hostage after losing a war, and ends up being killed by the crown prince years later (SVSSS much?!). He wakes up AS THE KING, and afraid of dying, he immediately goes about befriending the prince, Yan He Qing. Yan He Qing falls in love with Xiao Yu An while being his friend/hostage/bodyguard, and Xiao Yu An tries to avoid all the deaths he read in the book, while making sure Yan He Qing manages to find his three/four wives, including Xiao Yu An’s sister.
Of course, because Xiao Yu An showed him warmth and kindness, Yan He Qing ends up falling for him instead, and Xiao Yu An is an absolute oblivious idiot because he REALLY doesn’t realize until much later. Yan He Qing ends up declaring war on Xiao Yu An’s kingdom because he is duty bound to do so, but doesn’t hurt Xiao Yu An, wanting to keep him by his side, but YHQ’s scheming uncle drives a wedge between them, and XYA leaves, breaking YHQ’s heart.
They meet again a few years later, where XYA is training to be a physician in a small village and chances upon a severely injured YHQ. There, he realizes that it was all a misunderstanding, and that YHQ actually LIKES, LIKES him, but before they can enjoy this short period of happiness, disaster strikes again.
My Thoughts: THIS WAS really enjoyable, and with the manhua visuals, it is *chef’s kiss*. I think this transmigration version actually delved into the part where XYA is unable to change everything, and if he saves one person, someone else is destined to die, and that moral dilemma devastates him a lot. In this novel he actually transmigrates TWICE, once into the king’s body, and the second time into a neighbouring state’s prince/king’s body, who looks exactly like his modern self after. YHQ is real sweet to him istg, and I like that the epilogues are SUPER EXTENSIVE, including an arc where YHQ and XYA transmigrate back to the real world and everyone who died is alive and close to them, and gets their happy ending ;-;
Available: Novel Online and Manhua on Bilibili
#danmei rec list#stebeee recs#a sword of frost#your distance#swallowing the sea#breaking the clouds#kaleidoscope of death#High Energy QR Code#How to Survive as A Villain#The White Cat’s Divine Scratching Post
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You're Cute Enough to Fuck With Me Tonight (AU)
Going to a club when you’re in your late 30s is not the best way to spend your Saturday nights, but Steve and Natasha insisted, so Sam ended up giving in to the peer pressure. Natasha got them to bypass the queue outside because she apparently knew the owner. The nightclub turned out different from what Sam was expecting. It was an elite club with its own fancy VIP lounge. Natasha got them a VIP booth and the three of them did whiskey shots to celebrate the successful first season of their tv show.
They were talking and laughing and well into their third beer when Natasha said, “Sam, don’t look now, but cokehead over there is eating you up with his eyes.”
“Huh?” Sam asked, and turned around to see who she was talking about when he found a white dude with short dark hair and a face full of facial hair, looking at Sam like he was starving and Sam was a buffet. There was a line of cocaine in front of the guy and he leaned down to snort it before coming up to wave at Sam. Sam ignored him.
“I tell him not to look and what does he do… he looks,” Natasha said sarcastically. “The guy’s hot, though. I think you should go for it.” She leaned back against Steve, who absently stroked her arm.
“The guy looks like trouble to me,” Steve pointed out. “I think you should stay away.”
“Wow, thanks, Dad,” Sam huffed.
“I love this song!” Natasha announced when the strings of a familiar song played. Before Sam could say anything, he was being pulled onto the dance floor by his friends despite his protests. “Call Me By Your Name, really?” Sam asks
“What? It’s a nice song!” Steve said, almost offended.
“You’re so whipped!” Sam laughed and slapped him on the back.
He moved his hips and ass along with the music and let out a frustrated groan when Natasha and Steve started grinding up against each other and got lost in one another. Sam knew this would happen. He’d end up as the third wheel and that’s why he wasn’t keen on coming tonight.
Sam lets out a surprised sound when he felt hands on his waist. Whoever had their hands on him spun him around, and Sam immediately came face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes, rimmed red. It was that cokehead from earlier. Sam wanted to pull away but got hypnotized by the look the guy was giving him.
The guy leaned in close to Sam’s ear and sang completely out of tune. “Romantic talkin'? You don't even have to try. You're cute enough to fuck with me tonight.” His voice was rough and despite the bad singing, it ran a shiver down Sam’s spine.
“I’m Bucky,” the guy introduced himself and pulled Sam even closer to move their hips together. “And you’re hot.” His voice was slightly slurred.
“Well, lucky for me, my name is Sam and not Hot.” Sam wrapped his arms around the guy’s neck and pressed their chests together.
“Sam…” Bucky said as if testing out his name. “Beautiful name for a beautiful guy.”
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” Sam smirked.
“Is it working?” Bucky pouted
“Nah, you gotta try harder.”
“God, you’re so hot,” Bucky said into Sam’s ear and took his earlobe between his teeth and pulled on it, making Sam moan. “I want you so bad,” he continued to say and squeezed Sam’s ass. Maybe the alcohol made him do it, but Sam surged forward and kissed him. He darted out his tongue and licked Bucky’s upper lip before taking it between his own lips. He then tilted his head to the side and kissed the edge of Bucky’s lips. Bucky opened his mouth and Sam’s tongue slid inside and he let himself explore Bucky’s mouth. The kiss got intense and heated. Sam felt Bucky’s cock press against his and he moaned into Bucky’s mouth, and Bucky swallowed up the sound. The song ended and they pull apart but stay close. “Let’s get out of here,” Sam said over the next song.
“Okay,” said Bucky and took Sam’s hand, leading him out of the club. But when they got outside, a small group gathered around them and asked Sam for autographs and photos. Sam felt himself strain in his jeans and he hoped no one noticed it as he took photos and signed autographs. Once the crowd dispersed, Sam found Bucky giving him a curious look. “You some kinda big shot?” He asked.
“I’m an actor,” Sam replied. “Ever heard of the show Captain America and the Winter Soldier? I’m the Captain America part of it. My friend Steve is the Winter Soldier.”
“I don’t watch tv. Don’t get the time,” Bucky shrugged. “But I get to fuck someone famous. That’s one thing off my bucket list.”
“So that’s why you wanna fuck me?” Sam asked faking offense. “And hey, who said you get to fuck me?”
Bucky got closer to Sam and kissed him again. “Oh, you’re so gonna let me fuck you, doll.” The way Bucky says doll makes Sam shiver and bite his lips.
“You wanna come back to my place?” Sam asked.
“Nah, I can’t wait that long but I know just the place.”
Bucky took Sam’s hand and led him towards the parking garage. Sam raised an eyebrow when they got to Bucky’s vehicle. “You some kinda soccer mom?” He asked looking at the Jeep SUV.
“It’s nondescript. Works well for my line of work,” Bucky shrugged. “Besides, you’re gonna thank me in a bit.”
“Your line of work? Fuck, you’re not a stay-at-home dad, are you? I don’t do married men.”
Bucky threw his head back and laughed as he got into the SUV. Sam followed him. “I am not a stay-at-home dad or married,” Bucky replied.
Bucky was on him, kissing him, the second they got in.
Sam pulled away briefly to ask, “What do you do then?”
Bucky looked him right in the eyes. The red rim around his eyes was gone and his eyes turned dark as he replied. “I’m an assassin. I was at the club to kill one of my targets.”
Sam blinked at him before he burst out laughing. “Wow, I’m the actor, but you’re the one with the vivid imagination.”
A smirked twitched along Bucky’s lips. “What can I say? I have a boring ass job. So I’m just trying to make myself sound interesting.”
“So what do you actually do?” Sam asked. “No. Wait. Lemme guess.”
“Be my guest.”
Sam’s eyes trailed down Bucky’s body. “You’re an investment banker.”
Bucky’s eyebrow shot up at that. “So damn close… I’m a stockbroker. How did you--”
“I’m just that good.” Sam winked at him. But then a smile broke across his face and he shook his head. “I saw you with those Wall Street folks earlier. Wasn’t that hard to figure out what you did for a living.”
Bucky leaned in close and kissed Sam once again. “So smart,” he said in between the kisses. “Just the way I like ‘em. Get in the backseat.”
Sam didn’t need to be told twice. He made his way onto the backseat and took off his clothes. He tossed them onto the front seat and felt his cheeks heat when he noticed the way Bucky was looking at him. Bucky’s blue eyes dilated, and he licked his lips while once again staring at Sam like he was a buffet. Bucky pulled out a condom and single-use lube from his wallet and Sam raised an eyebrow at him. “You were waiting to get lucky tonight, weren’t you?”
“I just like being prepared,” Bucky replied as he got into the backseat as well. He took off his own clothes and threw them onto the driver’s seat and pulled Sam closer to ravish his lips.
Bucky was right. Sam was thankful for the fact that the vehicle was an SUV. They had enough space to fuck in the back.
When they finished, it left Sam breathless and sore, but in a good way. Bucky drove him home, and the two cuddled up naked on Sam’s bed.
“Didn’t think you’d be a cuddler…” Sam commented.
“Oh, I love to cuddle,” Bucky replied, and tightened his grip around Sam’s middle.
Sam made his head more comfortable on Bucky’s chest and kissed his pecs. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”
“So I’ve been told,” Bucky chuckled.
Sam frowned at that. “How many guys do you pick up at the club?”
“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?” Bucky teased and kissed the top of Sam’s head. “If it’s any consolation, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“You’re just saying that cause I let you fuck me,” Sam huffed.
Bucky got on top of Sam and pressed their lips together again. “Nope, I’m only saying that so that you’d let me fuck you again.” His hand moved down on the sheets and groped Sam’s ass, making him gasp.
“You asshole,” Sam said, with no heat behind his words. “Lube and condoms are in the side drawer.”
“How many guys do you bring around here?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes.
Sam smirked at that. “If it’s any consolation, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
***
Sam woke up the next morning to a cold and lonely bed. Bucky had snuck out during the night without even saying goodbye. That made Sam hurt a little. Just a little. Huffing, Sam threw the sheets over himself and fell back asleep. He didn’t know how long he slept, but the ringing of his doorbell woke him up. Sam wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep, but the person on the other end of the door was relentless.
Groaning, Sam got out of the bed and put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before making his way to the door. He threw it open and found Natasha and Steve standing there, looking equally worried.
“Oh thank god,” Steve pushed past Natasha and hugged Sam tightly.
The guy was built like a tank, and Sam struggled in his embrace. “Let me go! You’re crushing me!” Sam complained and pulled away from his friend to catch a breath. “What is wrong with you, man?”
“You disappeared last night! And then this morning there was news that someone at the club died and you wouldn’t answer your phone… we were scared!”
“What?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, your leering cokehead friend, one of his friends OD’d at the club last night.”
“Shit,” Sam hissed.
I’m an assassin. I was at the club to kill one of my targets. Bucky’s words rang in his ears and for a moment, Sam entertained the thought that maybe Bucky wasn’t joking after all. But he shook his head and got rid of the thought as soon as it entered his mind. There was no way Bucky was responsible for some guy overdosing. Sam was being ridiculous.
“Where did you go last night?” Natasha asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
“The leering cokehead… I brought him home,” Sam replied.
“What?!” Steve screeched. “Why would you do that?”
Both Natasha and Sam gave him an exasperated look, and he threw his hands up.
“So how was he?” Natasha asked.
“The best I’ve ever had,” Sam replied.
#SamBucky#Sam Wilson#Bucky Barnes#Natasha Romanov#Steve Rogers#TFATWS#fanfiction#tw: drug use#aashnas drabble
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Dusk till Dawn - prologue
Summary: Years ago, The Winter Soldier and the Falcon cross paths in a very unconventional way.
Peter Parker x Jordan Wilson (asian ofc)
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1k
A/N: Hi guys, this is a brand new story with the one and only Tom Holland as Peter Parker. This has some overlap with what really happened in the Marvel universe, but a lot of my own imagination. Hope you like it and lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist or not
Masterlist // Dusk till Dawn Masterlist //
14 years ago - HYDRA Siberian Facility
His cell was as empty as his brain. Walls, barred door and just him, sitting on the floor. Staring ahead of him. Breathing in. Breathing out. Waiting for another assignment.
The door opened and a guard placed a little basket in the room. The barred door closed again.
He blinked, not daring to move one inch. But then he was gained permission, so he stood up and marched over to it, only to discover a little baby. She was wearing a dress, her eyes doll like as she took him in. She let out a giggle, holding out her arms for him.
This was new. This was weird.
Long days went by. It was spend them just staring at one another. Sometimes a nurse would walk in, to chance her diaper, to feed her something, but then she would leave him again. Leave him alone with the little girl.
Sometimes she got out of her basket, wobbling around a little.
But right now, she was just staring at him from her basket. They were always involved in staring contests.
And then she said it.
‘Papa.’
‘No.’
‘Papa.’
‘No.’
‘Papa!’
‘No!’
The sudden raising of his voice, caused her to glare at him, before she took ahold of the side of the basket. It snapped like a little twig, before she held out her hand again, her index finger pointed to him. ‘Papa,’ she told him, dead serious. ‘My. Papa.’
4 years later - NYC
Years had gone by, where it was just the two of them. Sometimes he had to go, but when he got back, she was always there. A smile toying on her lips, bright eyes glimmering before she walked over to him to give him a hug. Just like himself, she was strong, but she babbled all the time, opposed to his silence.
She held onto his metal hand. ‘Papa,’ she asked, ‘where am I going?’
He didn’t answer.
‘Where am I going?’ she repeated her question.
‘A save place.’
‘Why?’
‘Because.’
It stayed silent for a while. ‘That’s no reason.’
She was right, but she was always right.
‘Stupid papa,’ she muttered.
He came to a halt and crouched down in front of her. She appeared so innocent, however she could be quite the difficult one from time to time. ‘Don’t be difficult,’ he said. After everything he had been through to get her out of that place, to avoid her becoming like him, the least she could do, was be grateful.
He witness her pout.
‘You don’t like me?’
‘Stop it.’ He wanted to fix her collar, however she pushed him away from her, with quite a lot of force. ‘Really?’
‘You’re mean.’
‘Don’t be like this.’
‘You don’t like me.’ It was a question before. Now, it was a statement. ‘I’ve been good.’
‘I know.’
‘Then why can’t I stay?’
‘Because you’ve been good, I have to take you away. Now, go knock on that green door and tell them you need to have a safe place.’
‘No.’
He sighed. ‘You’ve gotta go. It’s better for you to go.’
‘But papa,’ she muttered, ‘I am gonna miss you.’
‘I am gonna miss you too.’
‘Then why can’t I stay with you?’
‘Because I care too much about you,’ he said. She brought out the human side of him, one that was buried deep and far away. But her sweet giggles, her hugs and unconditional love for him, made him realize there was part of him that was kind, a reminder of who he used to be. ‘I can’t have anything happen to you,’ he told her.
After one last hug, one that seemed to last forever, she walked away. Her pigtails swaying from side to side. She looked over her shoulder one more time, holding a little duck plushie in her hands. She waved at him and he held up his own hand. And there she went: walking over to that door he told her to go.
And that was his queue to depart.
Moments later
Sam Wilson thought he heard a faint knock on his door, but he decided to stay put, not wanting to get up for nothing. However, the knocking turned a little bit louder. ‘Hello?’ he heard a little girl’s voice from the other side of it.
He got up and walked over to his door. Sam’s eyes landed on a little South East Asian girl, who appeared to be around five years old. She wore a plaid dress, dirty Mary Janes and held a little duck plushie in her hand. ‘Hello, sweetheart,’ he said, ‘are you okay?’
‘I need a safe place,’ she told him, but it appeared a little bit too rehearsed for him to believe she thought of this on her own.
He leaned against the doorpost. ‘Why?’
‘My papa can’t take care of me. He’s sad.’
Sam looked around, hoping to spot someone, however he couldn’t see anyone.
‘What’s your name?’
She shook her head. ‘I don’t have a name.’
Sam sighed, not quite knowing what to do or say to her.
‘I am strong,’ she continued to say.
‘Really?’
She nodded, before saying: ‘I can push down that tree.’ She turned around and pointed to the enormous tree.
This girl was kinda crazy, but considering the circumstances, she is allowed to be like that. ‘Show me,’ he said.
She gave him the plushie and skipped over to the tree. ‘Ready?’ she asked him.
‘Sure.’
She placed her hands on the tree trunk, before she started to push. The tree doesn’t budge at first, however he then sees the roots appear from the ground and the tree slowly stands in a forty five degree angle.
‘See?’ she said with a proud smile.
‘Come here,’ he said, his eyes darting around. ‘Hurry.’
She was quick to be next to his side again. ‘Can you be my safe place?’
All the alarm bells are ringing in his head, before he nodded again. ‘Of course, sweetheart. Now come inside, we’ll make sure you get a room.’
‘I’ve never had my own room before,’ she told him, after she stepped inside. ‘Thank you.’
‘Of course.’
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎
Dusk till Dawn taglist: @diegos-butt // @beenthroughalot // @abschaffer2
#tom holland#tom holland fanfiction#tom holland fandom#peter parker#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker fandom#peter parker x ofc#peter parker x oc#peter parker x asian ofc#peter parker x jordan wilson#asian ofc#jordan wilson#marvel fanfiction#dusk till dawn
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lost in your current
evermore series | track 1: willow
wait for the signal and i’ll meet you after dark. show me the places where the others gave you scars.
pairing: jay halstead x reader
word count: 1.5k
warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, mentions of guns, mentions of violence, jay whump, bruises, little bit of steam
Six months ago you never would have thought yourself in this position.
You’re watching Jay walk out of Molly’s, mischief all over that grin of his. People try to pull him back, but he’s resisting, trying to say his farewells as quick as possible.
He’s getting strange glances as he finally makes it out the exit, and you can’t help but smile.
“What’s got him out of here so fast?” Kim questions, and you just shrug, pretending to be clueless, but really, you’re far from it. Your phone is clutched tightly in your hand, all you’re waiting for is his text so you can follow suit.
You fake a yawn and lie about how you’re starting to get tired, swirling the little bit of vodka cran you have left in your glass. Kim rolls her eyes but you just laugh, butterflies starting to erupt in your stomach in anticipation.
When you feel your phone vibrate you down what’s left of your drink and stand. Kim is first to protest and all you can do is laugh, shrugging while you grab your things. You’re wondering how no one has noticed, the two of you haven’t really been all that careful.
Kim puts up minimal fight, rolling her eyes and whacking your bum as you pass on the way out. You poke her hip in return, unable to keep your smile from growing as you step out of Molly’s.
You walk the block over and then finally Jay’s truck is in sight. He’s leaning against the passenger side door, grinning as you get closer.
“Hey stranger,” You say. Jay doesn’t even respond, he just latches on, hands grabbing onto your waist the second you’re in reach.
You chuckle lightly, your palms sliding up and around his neck to return his hug. He releases a content sigh in response and all you can do is laugh more as he squeezes you even tighter.
“You smell nice,” He whispers, and you try to lean back but he leans forward to close the space almost instinctively, like he’s starved for touch.
“What’s gotten into you?” You grin, and one of your hands comes up to rest at the nape of his neck, as if to hold him there so you can get a look at his face. Jay could insist nothing is wrong all he wanted, but you know, he knows, his face can’t hide anything from you. “Tough day?” You ask, concern overpowering the humor in your tone now.
His eyebrows furrow a little but he stills shakes his head, trying to deny it, and that’s the giveaway.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You murmur, and once again he shakes his head.
You wish he wasn’t so dismissive with his feelings sometimes, but you know you can’t fault him for it. It was taught, carved into him like a brand. That stoic nature, the instinct to push away every emotion, it’s a soldier thing.
You know you can’t push him though, as much as you want to. It’ll come out soon enough, so you just nod, trusting that he’ll work it out on his own.
“I just want you.” He whispers, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. His hands slide down to your hips, ghosting around to the back and you almost feel the smirk growing on his face.
“Detective...” You start, “I’m not sure this pat down is necessary. What are the grounds?”
He chokes back a laugh, giving your bum a squeeze before he kisses you.
He opens the back door of his truck, and you give him a look, which he returns with a wink. “You’re not even gonna take me home first, Halstead?”
“Round one here, cause I can’t wait,” He starts, lifting you into the backseat. “And round two, three, four and five at home.”
“Ambitious,” You return, pushing yourself further back into his truck. He follows, barely shutting the door before he’s pulling you onto his lap.
He kisses you hard, his grip on your waist tight as he tugs you further into his body, trying to get you as close and possible. Your hands wander down, pressing firmly against his torso to feel the ridges of his abs under your palm, but when he freezes, and sucks in a breath against your lips, you pull back immediately.
He winces, queueing a curious look from you. Jay gives you a look you’ve seen all too many times, one that says, ‘it’s nothing’, but you shake your head. Despite his reluctance to actually tell you, he lets you lift his shirt over his head.
When you finally see what he’s hiding, you lift a hand to your mouth to hide your gasp. His torso is basically one big bruise, leading to a dense purple spot right below his left pec.
You place a hand timidly over the area, eyes wide with shock and fear, although you can’t decide which is more prominent.
“Did you-,” You’re unable to finish your sentence, even the thought of what you’re pretty sure happened scaring you beyond words.
He was shot.
“It didn’t go through,” He reassures you. “It didn’t go through. I had my vest.” He takes your hand, raising it to his mouth where he places a kiss on your palm. “I’m okay.”
Lie.
“That’s so close to your heart. That could have killed you Jay.”
“But it didn’t.”
That doesn’t make you feel any better though.
“Neither did this one.” Now he places your palm over his left shoulder, where there’s a clear scar from where he was shot before.
You didn’t know him then, and thank god because you’re already this tousled over a shot to the vest, a real hit would be immeasurably painful for not just him. You had met Jay shortly after it happened, and it took maybe a half hour for you to fall head over heals for him. He was way too charming, and sweet, and he was pretty much everything you’d been looking for.
Or so you thought.
It was well into your secret relationship that you saw the effects of his tours, and even his job now. There was obviously some psychological damage, but he refused to talk about it, and you never felt like you were enough of a constant in his life to push.
You’ve kept everything a secret for so long, that even now in this moment you’re not sure if you have the right to push, but you don’t care. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” You demand. “You have to let it out, Jay.”
“I need to digest it first.” He argues, and you can see the pain behind his eyes, you’re pretty sure it mirrors your own. You’re being pushed away again. You start to try and move off of him, but he grabs your forearms, holding you still while he tries to meet your gaze. “But when I’m ready, you’re the only person I wanna talk to, okay?” You nod with a sigh, and he kisses your cheek. “I just need a day or two.”
You press your forehead to his, accepting his answer because it’s further than you’ve ever gotten before. It wasn’t exactly what you wanted but it’s progress.
Your eyes ghost over the scar on his shoulder, and you run your fingers over it, feeling the slight ridge in the skin. “Who did this to you?”
When he chuckles, you lift your head, no hint of a smile on your face. “I’m serious. I’ll hurt them.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” You respond, trying to sound tougher than you actually are, and Jay just grins, his hands rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Gotta protect my man,”
The smile that he gives you in return quite literally melts your insides. He pulls you in for another kiss, and your gravest suspicions are confirmed.
This is an open shut case.
You’re completely in love with Jay Halstead.
But you can tell him that later, right now you’re all in on the way his hands are ghosting up your sides, slowly taking your tank top with them. Your hands drift to his belt, and then you’re stopped in your tracks by 3 loud bangs on the window.
Adam is jumping all over the sidewalk, laughing hysterically as Kevin cups his hands over his eyes to get a good look in the truck. You can hear Kim howling as she says, “I knew it!”
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I’ll Be by Edwin McCain came on the other day and instantly got me into my Zach feels. Something about it was so him - the mood, the 90s, the flannel. The line “rain falls angry on the tin roof as we lie awake in my bed” in particular sticks with me. If you have time, can I get a little nugget of Zach? Fluff or smut, or fluff with a wee kernel or smut? I love your writing.
Right so as discussed you didn’t ask for a multichapter fic but as I’ve got 4 chapters so far LET’S DO THIS
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Chapter One
Warnings: Scenes of assault, attempted sexual assault ~ Words: 1380
Pairing: Zach Wellison x OFC Martha Song
Walk with your keys in your hand and keep a key between each finger.
Watch your shadows and reflections - a split second’s notice is better than none.
If they take you and put you in the trunk, kick out the headlights.
These are all things girls are taught from a young age. Things I knew, almost unconsciously. Things that were smart.
But did knowing these things stop me from taking a shortcut through the park after the sun had set?
No, they did not.
I had my hand in my pocket, around the keys. I did not have headphones on - needed to hear if someone was approaching.
Usually, I did all the safe things at night. Walked in the road if it was appropriate, so someone would have to come out from the pavements and buildings to grab me. Stuck to well lit areas.
But, well, I was tired, and hungry for the Chinese takeout leftovers in my fridge, could already taste the sticky pork ribs in my mind, and I took the lazy, unsafe shortcut.
I’m sure the media would have blamed me for what happened next.
I heard them before I saw them. I turned slightly. Two guys, one wearing a beanie, another with his hood up.
It wasn’t even seven pm, but in January the sun set earlier, and darkness had descended, filling up all the corners that daylight usually illuminated.
I quickened my pace. I’m sure they’re just coming off shift.
“Hey, babe,” one of them called.
I glanced around. No one else in the vicinity, and the park spread flat enough for me to see. A single streetlight ahead beckoned and I headed for it, the bag of books from work on my back slowing me down.
I thought about ditching it, but: books. I value books more than anything. I couldn’t sacrifice them even for my own benefit.
“Not gonna stop and talk?” the other one called.
They’re just cat-callers, nothing to worry about.
It was just shy of seven in the evening - where the fuck was everyone? LA should have been busy, was always bustling, but I had somehow chosen the one time where this section of the popular park was empty.
“Come on baby, spare a little sugar?” the first one called. Their steps got closer. The second one was snickering and I felt the little mouse of fear skitter down my spine.
I clenched my keys tighter. Shouldn’t have taken the shortcut.
The streetlight got closer, and I watched it, saw the first guy’s shadow with a hair’s breadth of notice. I spun as he reached me, the keys poking out between my fingers, but I was scared and all my punch did was piss him off.
“Pretty girl,” he half wheezed as he grabbed for me. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”
I struggled. Under the streetlamp I caught a glimpse of the first guy’s face, straggly mousy brown beard, cold eyes. The pit of my stomach fell.
“Let me.” Guy two was at my back, hands on my waist. He smelled of alcohol and something like old food, and bile rose up in my throat. “Loosen up, baby, we only wanna make you feel good.”
I tried to shout, but the noise died on my tongue. Fear had clutched itself around my body and the muscles weren’t responding. My keys fell from my fist.
Help, I thought. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as the first guy slid his hand down my body.
No, no, no.
Then suddenly a rush of adrenaline hit my veins - come on, what would Katniss Everdeen do? - and I shoved my knee up into guy one’s groin. Not as hard as I wanted to, but he cried out, a litany of swear words falling from his lips. I kicked out, but guy two was stronger, and had an arm around my throat before I could move.
“Come on now. Don’t be like that,” he cajoled, his sour breath licking at my cheek.
By then guy one had recovered, his face caught in a snarl, white skin pasty under the streetlight. I felt like I was in a sort of backwards ballet, a dystopian dance where there was no way I could make the right moves.
“Hey, assholes.”
The new voice, deep, with a bit of Texas drawl, made me turn.
A man, mostly in shadow, a large duffel bag by his feet, wielded what looked like a big section of industrial metal pipe.
Guy two huffed out a laugh. “Oh look, it’s the little soldier boy and he brought a new toy with him.”
“Let her go, man,” the stranger called out, taking a step closer.
Guy one had recovered from my knee to his dick. “Or you’ll do what?” He grabbed for me again, but he was distracted by my would-be rescuer, so I took the opportunity to knee him again, but this time, like I meant it, like my life depended on it.
He buckled, and the release meant I could drive my elbow back into guy two’s kidneys. He was stronger, through, and he tightened his arm around my throat. I grabbed for his wrist, scrabbling, barely noticing the stranger moving out of my sight.
“Duck!” He yelled, and I summoned all my strength to yank my head down.
In a moment, a loud thunk confirmed my suspicions, the sound of metal on flesh and bone, and guy two toppled like a tree.
Breathless, I turned to scoop up my keys, and stared at my knight in - dirty jeans. He was panting, his arms still holding the pipe up.
“You okay?” he asked, and I saw him clearly under the streetlamp, the glow picking out the gold in his brown-sugar hair. A patchy beard, more stubble than anything, hugged his well defined jaw. His eyes were soft, kind, the deep brown of hot cocoa.
“I am thanks to you.”
Below him, guy one writhed on the floor and, feeling too angry to think, I stomped on the part of him closest to me, his hand.
He cried out and I couldn’t have cared less.
“You wanna call the cops?” the stranger asked, but his tone was wary. As if I might have been just as likely to call the law about him as the attackers.
I thought it over. I’d likely be raked over the coals for having the audacity to walk alone at night (as if anytime after sundown could be counted as night) and my attackers would get a wrist slap. If that.
“Nah.” But I stomped on guy one’s wrist again for good measure.
He whined.
“C’mon,” Brown Eyes said. “I’ll walk you to the edge of the park.” He set the pipe on his shoulder and crossed over to the waiting duffle bag. It was the size of his torso. I took in his weathered, unshaven appearance, and wondered if the canvas fabric contained his every worldly possession.
I checked behind me, but the stranger was quick to reassure. “They won’t be back for a couple days.”
“You’ve… seen them before?”
He ducked his head, and in the glow from a nearby streetlamp I saw a faint flush of rose on his cheeks. “I’m... here a lot.”
He’s homeless. But of course I didn’t say it out loud.
We reached the edge of the park. People milled about, some queueing outside a deli popular for its pizza sold by the cheesy, greasy slice.
I didn’t miss the way the stranger’s head jerked up towards the scent of pizza.
How long since he’d eaten?
“Want some pizza?” I asked.
Something unreadable passed over his face. “I’m not a charity case.”
“Oh, but I am?”
His head whipped around. “What?”
“Did you come to my defence just now because you felt sorry for me? Oh look, there’s a woman of colour being attacked, gosh I feel sorry for her-”
“No, of course not, what the-” then he huffed out a laugh. “Touchė.”
“It’s just pizza. And a thank-you. I’m Martha.” I held out a hand.
He looked down at my outstretched palm for a second, as if surprised that I wanted to touch him. Then he shook my hand, his own large, warm, callused. “Zach.”
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Ask Challenge
tagged by the amazing @thanatosfic
1: Why did you choose your url?
It’s pretty simple. Bucky is a Sergeant. Seb Stan is called seabass. Real in depth thinking, I know.
2: Any side blogs?
My fic library, @sgt-seabass-library.
3: How long have you been on Tumblr?
Since mid-August 2021.
4: Do you have a queue tag?
Yeah, I don’t wanna flood people’s dashboards, so I use #ambs queue
5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?
I saw lots of people linking their tumblr on ao3, and so I thought it might be nice to see what tumblr has to offer. I hadn’t used it in a good five years or so, so I wanted to see what it was like now.
6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp?
Well, once again not a very in depth thought process. Winter Soldier with devil horns because, I write a lot of dark fics and I like exploring the devilish side of characters, especially my dear love Bucky. And it’s blue cause I love the colour blue 🤷♀️
7: Why did you choose your header?
My mobile header is one again, pretty simple. I love blue, the sea, and the Winter Soldier. So why not blend those three together.
8: What’s your post with the most notes?
For fics, one of my more recent works, Wolf Like Me.
For gifs, my Scream gifset.
9: How many mutuals do you have?
I’m lucky enough to have such a long list I can’t include everyone. But some of my amazing people are: @19ana45 @thanatosfic @offcast-plus1 @bonky-n-steeb @bemine-bucky @suchababie @winter-soldier-vibes @bitchassbucky @metalbuckaroo @lokithealligator @soldatspet @vanillanaps @spicynudlesoup @sunshinebuckybarnes @buckys-blue-eyes @bibbidibobbidibucky @babyboibucky @crownstealer @xxshelbsxx @lookiamtrying @bucky-soldat @lost-shoe @stuckysdumbbitch @blanket-burrito-bucky @poppunksnowwhite So sorry if I missed anyone!
10: How many followers do you have?
458 🥰
11: How many people do you follow?
366 💙
12: Have you ever made a shitpost?
Uhhhhh I mean I’m pretty sure half the discord shit from the Chaos Crew that ends up on here is me shitposting.
13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?
Depends. On work days I only have time to check sparsely, hence why I queue posts.
14: Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?
Nope.
15: How you do feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered these posts.
16: Do you like tag games?
Depending on the context of them, yes. I don’t always do them cause of time or not wanting to talk about personal aspects of my life.
17: Do you like ask games?
I don’t know, I feel scared to do them cause I fear no one would ask me anything.
18: Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?
I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t really keep track of who is ‘famous’ or not, so I’m not sure.
19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?
I want to motorboat @bemine-bucky and @suchababie’s titties. But all my mutuals are gorgeous and I wanna smooch them all.
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Stark Spangled Banner
One Shot: Red Lace And Roses
Intro: It’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is in a panic about what to do until Katie lays down the rules because, well, it’s all a load of crap really, isn’t it??
Warnings: Bad language! Smut (NSFW, 18+)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.
A/N: So this takes place Valentine’s Day 2014- Their first one as a couple. This was posted last year but I’ve revamped. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Something was bothering Steve. Katie could tell. He’d been a little, well, off all evening since he had arrived at her apartment. And if she hadn’t already realised, the fact he was now sat at the table pushing his food around on his plate was a dead giveaway.
“Okay.” Katie placed her cutlery down “What’s the matter, Soldier?”
Steve didn’t even try to deny it. He knew he was busted. Wiping his hand over his face he looked at her and gave her a small smile. “That obvious?”
“To me, yeah. Bad day?”
“No, not as such,” he bit his lip before he looked at her, “Doll, I screwed up”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day in a week and I forgot so I haven’t booked anywhere. I’ve tried a few places but they’re all full and…”
Steve trailed off as Katie looked at him, her head cocking to one side and he let out a sigh. He’d never had a girlfriend before to be bothered about the day. And now he did, it had slipped his mind until before when he had overheard someone in the queue for a coffee talking about what he had planned. A romantic meal, a diamond bracelet… it had sent the Captain into a spiral. An expensive gift he could do but a meal or a trip, it was too late.
Katie watched him as he scratched at the collar of his white T-shirt which sat underneath his blue plaid button up. He looked utterly perplexed and then, she couldn’t help it any more. A laugh burst from her mouth and he frowned at her.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You’re adorable." She chuckled, pushing her chair back as she stood up. "You telling me that you haven’t even thought about dropping the ‘Captain America needs a table card’?”
Steve blinked and let out a groan. “No, because you know I hate doing that. I don’t wanna be-“
“Cap, you wanna be Steve, I know.” She said softly as she walked round the table to where he was sat and gently wrapped her arms round him from behind. “Look, Valentine’s Day is all commercialised bullshit, Steve. I don’t need a fancy gift that says you love me, I already know. That said, I’ll never say no to diamonds but…save em for my birthday huh?”
He laughed and rubbed his hands across her arms as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I know it’s just well it’s our first one together,” he shrugged, “it would have been nice to take you out and spoil you a little.”
“You’re a romantic idiot.” Katie moved so she could perch on his lap. She looked at him and then an idea popped into her head. “But, we can still have some fun and make it special.”
“How?”
“We don’t need to go out or spent a lot, let’s start our own tradition. Twenty buck limit for a little present and the card has to be fun.”
“Define fun.” Steve mused, arching an eyebrow.
“Quirky, no romantic bullshit,” she clarified, “and we’ll get a take out, beer and snuggle with a movie.”
Steve smiled, he had to admit that sounded pretty good. “Alright, you’re on.”
Katie grinned and gave him a soft kiss. “Love you, you big idiot.”
*****
Thanks to the internet (so helpful), Steve was feeling pretty pleased with his card and gift. So on the morning of Valentine’s Day he placed the small box and card on the table and set a pot of coffee on to brew whilst Katie was in the shower.
“Happy Commercial bullshit day.” She grinned at him when she walked into his kitchen, a gift bag in her hand. He rolled his eyes and gave a little chuckle as he bent down to give her a kiss.
“Have you always been this cynical?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I prefer the term wise.” Steve arched a brow and she slapped his arm playfully, before she handed him the bag she was carrying.
“Thanks, Doll.” He grinned. “Yours is on the table. Go sit, I’ll fetch us a coffee.”
She did as she was told, and a minute or so later Steve placed a mug down in front of her and took the seat by her side as she pulled the gift towards her.
“Together?” Katie asked and he nodded.
Steve opened the gift bag Katie had given him and reached inside, pulling out a cushion that was decorated in different coloured squares. The words ‘10 things I Love About You’ were printed across the top and each coloured square contained something different and he felt the smile ok his face growing wider as he read the words.
Your eyes. The way we can talk for hours and never run out if things to say. Your bear hugs that make everything okay. Your Ass. Netflix and chill. How you make me feel like the only girl in the world. Your smile. Nose kisses. The laughter. The fact you’re just a kid from Brooklyn.
“Honey,” he looked at her and she glanced up from where she had been examining her gift with a soft smile “this is awesome!” He held up the cushion and she beamed at him.
“So is this…” she held up her gift. It was a rectangular shaped keyring made out of a silver coloured metal which was just over an inch long and engraved with letters and numbers. And the minute she had realised they were coordinates, she knew they could really only be for one place. “The boxing gym.” She smiled, it was more a statement than a question.
Steve nodded, blushing slightly. “Check the other side.”
She did and let out a laugh as she read the words out loud. “Trouble sleeping?” The first place they had met, and the first words either of them had spoken to one another. “Stevie, I love it!!”
Placing it down she picked up her card and opened that, giving another loud splutter of a giggle. It was plain white glossy card, with red block writing in the front that read ‘You suck less than most people’.
“Good to know”
“So is this…” Steve snorted, arching an eyebrow as he read hers to him. It was gold, black cursive writing on the front that read ‘I love you for your personality, your charisma and your good looks, but that dick sure is a bonus’.
They looked at one another before they both burst out laughing and Steve had to admit, whilst it was all light-hearted, their gifts were far more thoughtful than anything expensive and glashy.
Yup, their little tradition was off to a great start.
****
Katie finished her call to the team in DC and leant back in her chair, mulling over the proposal her editor had tabled. Before she had much chance to think about it, the buzzer to her apartment went and she picked up the phone.
“Good afternoon Miss Stark.”
“Oh, hey Cooper.” She greeted the building manager. “Everything okay?”
“Sure is. I have a delivery here for you. Would you like me to bring it up?”
“I’ll come down, I could do with a break from work.”
“No problem, see you in a moment.”
Stretching her arms above her head, she made her way down in the elevator and rolled her eyes with a soft smile as she saw what it was. A dozen red roses. She thanked Cooper and stepped into the elevator, reaching for the card.
‘At least let me have one stupid, romantic bullshit moment.’ it read ‘Love you,baby girl.’
Back in the apartment, she carefully placed them in her favourite crystal vase and then she had a sudden idea. With a grin, she grabbed her keys and headed out.
****
All in all, Steve was feeling pretty smug with himself. Katie had messaged him earlier thanking him for the roses and he was pleased he had managed to surprise her, even if it wasn’t with much. He was also looking forward to their evening in too.
But first he had a session with Rumlow about a potential new drill for the new recruits to get through. He changed and headed to the training floor, greeting the man as he walked in, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the linoleum floor. Just as they were about to get down to business, Steve’s phone went again. He excused himself and headed over to where he’d left it along with his water bottle on one of the benches at the side and looked down at the screen. It was a message from Katie, which was more than likely going to ask him what take-out he fancied so she could place a pre-order. Instead, what greeted him when he opened it was a photo, that instantly made his mouth go dry and his sweatpants grow tighter round the crotch area.
There was no message to accompany, not that it needed one.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
How the hell was he supposed to concentrate now, knowing what was waiting for him later?
“Oh, Sweetheart.” He mumbled to himself. “You’re in so much trouble.”
“You alright Cap?” Rumlow looked at him. Steve swallowed and put the phone back in his pocket and cleared his throat.
“Yeah, fine. Sorry, let’s get on with it.”
*****
Katie heard the elevator door open and with a smirk she walked out of the bedroom, denim shorts and a baggy T-shirt covering the lingerie she had sent Steve a photo of before. She made her way through to the lounge area and stopped as her man looked at her, arms folded, face stern.
“I suppose you think sending me that photo was clever.” His voice was a low, warning timbre that sent a shiver up her spine.
Well damned, Cap was coming out to play.
Biting her lip she shrugged. “Maybe not clever, but it was pretty fun.”
“It wasn’t for me. I was with Rumlow.”
“Oh, did he like the view?” Katie smirked and Steve’s eyes flashed dangerously as he took a step towards her.
“That’s really not funny.”
“No?” She asked coyly
“No.” He stopped in front of her, his hands gripping her hips. “Wanna know what else aint funny?”
“Enlighten me.” She purred, looking up at him from beneath heavy lids.
“Me getting my ass handed to me in training because I was distracted.” His grip grew tighter as he pulled her to him, harshly, her body flush to his and she could feel him hard through his jeans. “It’s dangerous. I need to be focussed.”
“Well, you really should learn to avoid distractions.” Her hands smoothed up his chest and in a flash he grabbed her wrists and looked down at her.
“And you should learn how to behave.”
“That so?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re gonna teach me?”
“Someone needs to.” He muttered, his lips crashing onto hers, hungrily. He let go of her wrists and his hands moved to her hips, sliding up her sides underneath her top and, as his fingers brushed the lacy edge of the bralette underneath, he let out a little groan before he stepped back and raised an eyebrow.
“Strip.” He demanded, folding his arms.
Katie blinked, surprised flooding her face for a second and Steve smirked at the fact he’d managed to sideswipe her a little. But she recovered quickly, and with a smirk of her own, she pulled the T-shirt over her head, before she locked eyes with him and popped the button on the top of her shorts. She slid them down over her legs, stepping out of them and Steve made a show of looking her up and down, taking in the way the red lace two piece sat against her skin. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around, so she did, biting her lip.
“Does it meet with your approval, Captain?” She asked coyly and Steve gave a chukle.
“Very much so.” He nodded. “But you’re not getting away with it that easily.”
He reached out for her again, this time his hands sliding down to cup her ass as he hauled her up, his fingers tangling in the lace of the briefs she was wearing as she hooked her legs round his middle, heels locking at the small of his back.
With long, purposeful strides he made his way up the stairs and into the bedroom, depositing her on the soft bed and crawled over the top of her, gripping her chin in his thumb and forefinger. He looked at her for a second, before he kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers easily and she let out a soft groan.
He pulled back and she pouted slightly at the loss of contact and Steve bit back the laugh that was threatening to bubble from his throat at the petulant look on her face. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and looked at her.
“Stop being such an impatient brat.” He instructed, sternly, before he sat up, and unbuckled his belt before he hesitated.
This had seemed so easy when he had planned it on his way home, so simple, but now he was starting to get a little nervous, this was unchartered territory. He swallowed, thickly, and before he had chance to chicken out he gently took her hands and placed them above her head, looping the belt around the slats in her headboard, then around both her wrists.
Katie watched his face intently as he avoided looking at her, a faint pink flush evident on his cheeks as he concentrated on securing her hands in place. When he was satisfied with his work, he looked down at her, and the stern expression on his face faltered for a moment.
“That okay?” He asked, slipping from Captain back to Steve and Katie had to smile at the concern on his face. But there was no need for worry, this was hot, and she was turned on to fuck.
Taking a deep breath, she gave him a soft nod. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
Steve took a deep breath and then grinned as his nose nudged her jaw up so he could nip at her neck. She gave a soft sigh as his mouth trailed hot kisses up and down her throat before he moved across her collar bone and down to the swell of her chest. She gave a shudder, her wrists pulling slightly against the belt and he stopped, looking up at her.
“Stop moving.” He spoke sternly, and she looked at him, arching her eyebrow. When he was satisfied she’d gotten the message, he continued, pulling down one side of the bralette, his mouth teasing the sensitive skin as her nipple pebbled at his touch. He gently sucked, teeth grazing in the way he knew she liked and she let out a loud moan as his hand slid up underneath the materiel on the other side, fingers working deftly against her other nipple.
“Like that?” He asked, his voice gravelly, and she gave a low hum in response, and he could tell she was trying desperately to keep still. He gave a sharper nip with his teeth and this time she squirmed under him, her hips bucking up seeking some form of friction.
“I said, stop moving.” Steve’s voice was amused as he once more halted his movements, and she let out a whine of frustration. “It’s not nice is it?” He looked at her. “This is how you’ve made me feel all day.” Katie moaned again and he chuckled. “Say you’re sorry, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Fuck you.” She shot back.
“Such a fucking brat.” He shook his head and turned his attention back to her chest. He upped the ante, sucking, tweaking, biting until she really was groaning underneath him, trembling, her arms pulling against her restraint, and she bucked against under him, wriggling from side to side and once more Steve stopped. He waited for her breathing to even out, her chest heaving.
“You gonna stop?” He asked.
“God, Captain America is such an ass hole.” She mumbled, her words punctuated by breathy little pants, and he gave a low growl, nipping at her neck.
“Behave and he won’t be.” His hands slid down to her briefs and he shimmied down the bed, removing them, leaving her bare underneath him. Standing up he stripped off his clothes, thankful to be finally out of the constraints of his denims, his solid cock springing up and slapping at his abs. Katie watched him, her breathing heavy, a flash of desire lit up her eyes as he knelt between her legs. With a soft hand, he grasped her right leg pressing a hot kiss to her ankle, trailing his lips up her soft skin, nipping at the inside of her thigh. She whimpered again, but this time she kept as still as she could, and his mouth continued it’s path upwards, giving one long lick over her slit. At that she arched her back of the bed, a loud cry escaping her mouth and this time Steve took pity on her.
He shifted his body over hers, caging her in, his lips crashing onto hers as one hand reached down, gripping his cock. He rubbed against her, gathering her slick and she whimpered a little as he slid into her easily, a low rumble rolling from his throat as he bottomed out.
He panted his hands either side of her head, kissing her deeply as he pulled back and thrust back into her deeply. She threw her head back on the pillow biting her lip as he continued his slow, deep movements over and over.
“You going to apologies yet?” He asked, his teeth grinding together as he rotated his hips and she strained against the belt holding her arms above her head. “Just say it and I’ll give you what you want.”
She didn’t want to say it, she really didn’t. That Stark stubbornness that was ingrained in her ran deep, but so did the desire for her man, and she really, really wasn’t sure how much more she could take. The heat in her belly was burning, white hot, and she needed relief.
“Sorry.” She muttered, her voice cracking “I’m sorry, please…just…fuck I need…”
Steve gave another thrust, his pace remaining torturously slow. “Sorry for being a cock tease?”
She nodded giving a loud cry as he pushed into her hard again, his hips picking up the pace slightly.
“Say it.” He demanded, his teeth nipping at her neck and she swallowed thickly as his hand moved and gripped her jaw.
“Sorry for being a cock tease, Captain.” Her voice was desperate, and at her words and her tone, Steve gave a low groan.
“Good girl…” His thrusts became faster, as he rutted into her again and again. Her hips rose to meet his, movement for movement, her hands pulling against the belt which held them in place.
“Wanna touch you,” she moaned, “Please Captain…”
And if truth be told, he wanted her to touch him too. He always did.
“Seeing as you asked nicely.” It took a monumental amount of control to stop, as he was so close himself, but he pulled out of her and moved, unbuckling the belt as quickly as he could. Tossing the make-shift restraint to the floor, he moved and pushed back into her as her arms slid round his back, her hands gently skating the muscles.
Steve let out a soft groan at her touch, as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to kiss her.
“God I love you.” He whispered softly, his voice now completely devoid of any of the Captain authority it had held moments before. Steve was back and Katie grinned into his mouth.
“Love you too, Stevie.” Her lips hovered against his, swallowing the guttural groan that slipped from his mouth as he picked up the pace again, reaching down to hook her leg over his hip. He drove in and out, cock dragging against that spot inside over and over until she gave another gasp and bucked her hips up towards him.
“Come on baby,” he encouraged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer himself, “I got you.”
“Stevie, fuck!” She gave a loud cry and tensed around him, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open as she groaned and he felt her leg clamping around his hip. The feel of her tightening around him was enough to tip him over the edge and as his hips snapped back, he gave a loud groan of his own, falling forwards, burying his head into her neck as he thrust through both their orgasms, stuttering to a stop with a soft sigh.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, Katie’s hands running through his hair before he pushed himself up and looked at her, his nose brushing against hers.
“Wow.” Was all he could bring himself to say as he caught his voice and Katie gave a giggle.
“Yeah, that was…erm, well, it was amazing.” She whispered, her lips gently kissing his jaw. Steve hummed and pressed his forehead to hers smirking slightly. He was always secretly smug at how he could undo her in such a way, but he’d never tried anything like that with her before. Their sex life wasn’t boring, far from it, and he had on more than one occasion thrown her around the room a little, but neither of them had really broached the subject of restraints. Safe to say Steve had enjoyed it, and so had she, that much was evident.
Turns out Captain America, the control freak had a submission kink. Who knew?
“Cap says you’re welcome.” Steve chuckled and Katie gave a laugh as he propped himself up with one arm and reached with the other to gently take hold of her right hand. He pulled it round to the front and glanced at her wrist. It was slightly red but nothing that would mark. He reached for her left, checking that one too and when he was satisfied he hadn’t hurt her, he placed a soft kiss over her wrist and she smiled at him, cupping his cheek in her palm.
“I’ll have to send you naughty pics more often.”
Steve groaned, shaking his head. “Seriously, I’ve had a semi hard on all afternoon. I was half tempted to go and jack off in the changing rooms.”
“So you don’t want me to send you anymore?” She asked, biting her lip.
He looked at her, with a grin. “I didn’t say that…”
**Original Posting**
#stark spangled banner#steve rogers#Katie Stark#steve rogers x ofc#steve rogers x original female character#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers fic#steve rogers smut#mcu#mcu fanfic#chris evans#chris evans characters
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𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊
RULES || make a new post and share your answers.
thank you so much for the tag @msmarvelwrites — you’re such a sweetheart & kind soul, you deserve all the love!! <<3
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1. why did you choose your url?
uhhh well, as you know, i used to be honeysucklesteve! at first, a lot of my writing revolves around chris evans & his characters and while i still adore him!!! i found a passion writing for bucky!
so i wanted to change it to something that a) revolves around bucky and b) was short and fun!
2. any sideblogs? if you do, name them and say why you have them.
i only have one! it’s my library blog where i reblog only my writing! [ @honeyslibrary ]
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
ooof ummm well i attempted to use tumblr back in 2014 but i had a one direction fan account on instagram so i didn’t have much interest in tumblr oops 💀
4. do you have a queue tag?
i do!! i don’t use it toooooo often, but it’s what’s a queue anyways which i should re-name because i feel like i could do better
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
whore-knee-thots.
but ummm the past year has been rough, so i thought, hey, why not!
6. why did you choose your icon?
it’s seggsy. bucky barnes as the winter soldier is my kink
7. why did you choose your header?
it’s literally just the colour code that matches my pfp it’s all for the aesthetic ✌🏻
8. what’s your post with the most notes?
the feelings mutual — which, honestly? shocks me to this day
9. how many mutuals do you have?
oh man it must be like, a hundred? which is a very crazy thing to say out loud!
10. how many followers do you have?
idk, more than 12. i don’t like focusing on followers!!
11. how many people do you follow?
107 beautiful creators!
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
everything i post is a shit post
13. how often do you use tumblr each day?
whenever i have the time/need the distraction!
14. have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog? who won?
only calling out racists and considering they have ✨blocked me✨ i think i’ve won.
15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
i have never found money or good news from those chain emails back in middle school soooo yeah, they don’t get me
16. do you like tag games?
yah!! i don’t get tagged in many but i love them!
17. do you like ask games?
yes!! but i also don’t wanna clog up anyone’s feeds
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
literally everyone omgggg uhhh @navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 @angrythingstarlight just to name a few <<<3
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
i fall in love 13 times a day i have a crush on everyone
20. tags?
no pressure tags! @mickey-henry @balenciagabucky @coldfingers-warmheart @sunmoonandbucky @samwilsons-pillowpecs @danneelsmain @gyllenhaalstories @labella420 @cockslut-padalecki
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Hanging out at 79s with the boys would be peak entertainment, like ma'am I just wanna drink half the 501st and a certain general under the table, is that too much to ask
panna you didn’t ask for this but you also kind of did
✵✵✵ rini’s minis ; clones + drinking games (feat. anakin)
at first, people had thought it had been a line for the bathroom.
rarely was anything ever so organized in the middle of the clone bar, but the unofficial layout was well-known to regulars. The second floor saw the more quieter observers and younger university kids shy of their first interactions with clones, the table with the best view of the largest vidscreen reserved for an off-duty commander wolffe’s enjoyment of odupiendo racing, and the longest booth closest to the tap, vandalized painted with less than symmetrical bright blue cogs, was widely accepted as belonging to one 501st legion.
so for those falling into the queue for a lavatory that was actually on the complete opposite corner of the cantina, coming face-to-face with a circle of violently drunk soldiers and a tabletop littered with alcohol was an understandable surprise.
mercy to the newcomers that had mistakenly volunteered to go toe-to-toe with your veteran liver.
almost every one of them had immediately hightailed it away from the increasingly rowdy troopers egging them on to take you, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when no one was brave enough to try.
the competition thus far had been lacking.
jesse and tup were half asleep thanks to the ambrostine three rounds in, and dogma had vomited into his helmet after trying to match you shot-for-shot of soulean brandy. the poor bastard.
kix—never one to count out—was currently swapping spit with a pretty pantoran in the back, which meant your next best bet at a worthy adversary was fives, who you’d long known to be more bark than bite.
“ready?”
“on three.”
“one, two, thr—” before echo had even finished the word, his brother had tipped the drink back, dark red droplets staining his beard. cheater.
it hadn’t mattered—the salty liquid had forced him to gasp for breath not five seconds later, having gone down the wrong pipe, and he’d watched you miserably as you downed the last of your mug with a wink.
in the midst of echo’s shrieking laughter—had he ever been that loud before?—you catch fives’ choked out plea, “remind me to never order rancor blood with you again.” the mess of his unfinished drink splattered along his nose and cheeks made it look like he’d just gotten into a fistfight—and if you hadn’t just seen him physically drink the crimson colored alcohol, you wouldn’t have been thought twice in believing it to be true. “worst drink ever.”
“debatable,” you chirp, and finally, the pleasant buzz of intoxication swirls through your veins again, having subsided after the break the boys had needed after the last round. “come on, no one else? would’ve expected you guys to be at least half a challenge.”
you look to echo with a devious glint in your eye, and he’s already shaking his head furiously when suddenly he stills, gaze catching on the dance floor—
“maybe I can help you out in that department.”
a turn of your neck rewards you with the sight of an un-helmeted captain rex, but it’s not him that you’re intrigued to see.
“general skywalker!” even jesse is cognizant enough to wipe the drool off his chin and attempt to stand at attention with the others, and anakin laughs as tup careens dangerously towards the ground.
“at ease, men, please.” a gloved hand raises and lowers, and so do the bodies of the half armoured clones around you. “just thought I’d join in the fun.”
“maybe you can start it,” you snort, raising your empty cup with a raised eyebrow. “that is, if you jedi are allowed such debauchery.”
the provocation in your tone isn’t missed, and anakin’s face twists into a grin.
half a bottle of pallie wine later, the rivalry is at its highest—everyone has sobered up enough to place bets and loudly cheer on their prospective winners, and you and anakin are racing to finish five mugs of huttese ale before the last one ate through the cup—because apparently, tatooinian alcohol was corrosive. you snatch up the final drink the same time the general does, and out of the corner of your eye, you see that even rex is gripping the table in anticipation—a thought that only spurs you further as you force yourself to chug the last few swallows of the burning, bubbling liquid.
the force at which you slam the mug down shatters it—although, the bottom had already begun to dissolve from the fizzy drink—and the entire booth erupts in a cacophony of riotous whoops and cheering as anakin coughs in defeat.
“ack—fine, you win!” he pouts, and you snicker as he reaches into his pocket.
“oh, I don’t accept credits, skywalker.” troopers and the jedi alike glance at you confusedly, and an evil smile makes its way across your features as you spot a particularly rambunctious naval officer that is positively killing it in the middle of the strobing lights. “I hope you brought your dancing shoes.”
it’s fives and echo who carry the general to the dance floor, though echo almost drops him from how hard he’s crying from amusement, and you pretend you don’t see rex pull out a holorecorder to capture the moment.
you know you’ll see it on the net eventually—even if you have to be the one to upload it yourself.
#rini’s minis#HAHAHAH THIS WAS SO FUN#i rly wanna live it up at 79s right about now#thank u for the inspiration panna i hope ur not asleep#clones x reader#not really a pairing here just dumbasses being dumbasses#rini writes
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We’ll Always Be More Than a Cast
A/N: I was watching Lemonade Mouth earlier while I was coughing my lungs out with corona and this was born. It’s cheesy but I honestly don’t care. There’s a lot of ideas in my fever dream head that I’m writing down, but I would also love some requests for marvel fics or supernatural. Both RPF and characters, an update of BIBF will be coming soon. Marvel tags anyone?
Summary: Y/N is struggling, and the cast sing her a song at karaoke to cheer her up.
Warnings: Mentions of death, some sadness and a whole lot of fluff.
Pairings: Reader x Platonic!Marvel Cast
Song: We’ll Always Be More Than a Band by Lemonade Mouth.
Word Count: 1.7k
Masterlist
You had only been in one MCU movie so far, and it was such a minor role you were extremely surprised when they asked you back for Civil War and that they wanted it to be a bigger role. You felt a bit intimidated being around people like Robert Downey Jr and Jeremy Renner who you looked up to immensely. It took you 2 months to get used to your castmates on The Winter Soldier, and during the press tour, you became fast friends with them all.
Being back on set and having everyone talking about how they missed their family really bummed you out. Your parents had died almost 3 years ago, and you had no other family. You were alone in the world and it was hard. You often excused yourself from conversations, went back to your trailer and cried. Being around your parent’s death anniversary things were always hard but it wasn’t something you talked about, you kept it all bottled up.
It wasn’t until Chris mentioned his nephew and Scarlett mentioned her daughter and Sebastian mentioned his parents and how they had spent their Christmas and New Year that you got upset. It made you remember your sad lonely Christmas in your apartment eating frozen pizza for dinner and drinking a lot of wine, singing carols to yourself. New years didn’t go much different. Everyone was in their own homes with their own family and friends. You kept yourself to yourself and didn’t have many friends as you had moved to New York recently.
“Sorry I left something in my trailer, I’ll meet you guys on set.” You gave a small smile and ducked from the conversation and headed to your trailer.
As soon as the door shut behind you, you let the tears flow and flopped on the couch looking at the picture of your parents on the side table. Fuck, you needed to get a hold on yourself if you were going to get through this movie.
“Well that was weird,” Scarlett commented as you left them stood outside of the craft tent, making Chris nod with a concerned look on his face.
“I’ll go speak to her, maybe something happened over Christmas?” Seb suggested quietly.
“No, you two have a fight scene to prepare for, I’ll go, I’ll text you if I need you,” Scarlett smiled at them softly and headed over to your trailer.
When she reached for your door to knock, she heard soft whimpering coming from inside your trailer. It shocked her, you’d always seemed so happy go lucky and none of them had ever seen you cry. Fuck it she thought as she grabbed your door handle and opened it, rushing into your trailer without warning.
“Oh hon,” Scarlett whispered to you as she saw your red, puffy face looking up at her in shock. “I’m here now, try to calm down.”
Scarlett took you in her arms and rubbed her hand up and down your back as you hiccupped through your sobs. You were completely embarrassed she had to see you this way.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a burden for you. Please leave if you’re uncomfortable.” You mumbled to her, looking at her through your eyelashes apologetically.
“Y/N, you would never be a burden to any of us. What’s wrong? Did something happen over Christmas? Was it your family?”
“I don’t have a family,” You mumbled, more tears running down your cheeks as you looked at her shocked face.
“What do you mean? Where did you go for Christmas? New Years?” She asked almost frightened of the answer.
“My parents died almost 3 years ago, and I have no other family. Only children, their parents are dead. I’m alone. I spent it in my apartment,” You smiled sadly at her sad face.
“Y/N you should have said something, you could have come to any of our houses! You’re always welcome,” Scarlett muttered hugging you once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You’re all big famous actors and I’m a nobody. I’m new to the whole business, I needed to navigate it myself. I’m always going to be alone in this world I need to get used to it.” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away from hers and looking at the picture of your parents.
“Y/N were still humans, and most importantly we’re still your friends, and now we’re a big family. You’re never going to be alone again I promise.”
“You don’t have to do that for me,” You mumbled softly.
“I know, but I want to. We care about you, obviously I can’t speak for the whole cast, but I can definitely speak for Evans, Stan and Mackie. Everyone else will be the exact same once you get to know them, we’re all a big happy dysfunctional family.” Scarlett smiled at you.
“Thank you, you’ll never know how much it means to me.” You whispered softly.
“Now we need to get you cheered up girly,” Scarlett smiled at you, changing the conversation which you were glad for. “Get changed, we’re having a night on the town.”
“But we have scenes to film, it’s meant to be a late one.” You said confused, knowing your call sheet ended at 2am and it was only 7:30pm.
“I’ll take care of that one. Like you said I’m a big famous actress, I can easily manipulate producers.” She smirked at you and winked making you laugh. “Get ready, I’ll be back for you in an hour.”
Once you’d had a shower, put some makeup on and into a party dress and heels you felt a lot more like yourself. You needed a night out to let loose, spend time with some friends and get to know your cast members and new friends.
“You ready?” You heard Scarlett call from around your trailer door.
You grabbed your bag and went to meet her, seeing Chris, Seb and Anthony stood at the bottom of your trailer steps.
“What are you doing here?” You asked softly smiling.
“We heard you needed cheering up, and Mackie is one of the funniest guys we know.” Chris laughed and pulled you into a hug.
“You guys didn’t have to do this you know.” You smiled as you hugged Seb and Anthony.
“But we wanted to, we all need a night out. The Russo’s can worry about scenes and that shit later,” Mackie laughed and squeezed your shoulder.
“Where are we going?” You asked them as they all smirked at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Karaoke time baby!” Seb shouted making you laugh as you were dragged into the car.
“I hope you all know I will not be singing until I get very very drunk.” You laughed softly, taking a sip of your cocktail you had been handed by Scarlett when you got in.
“That’s fine we have a song prepared first.” Chris smirked and smiled at you making you cock an eyebrow.
“You mean you’re having a band performance without me? Leaving me to sit here all alone?” You asked feigning shock.
“Well not all alone.” You heard a voice say behind you making you turn to face Jeremy Renner, RDJ and Paul Rudd.
“What are you guys doing here?” You asked hugging them all, clearly partly tipsy.
“We heard one of our family members needed us. It’s about time we got to know you properly.” Robert smiled at you, making you gush.
“That’s our queue,” You heard Seb say as the music changed and jumped up with Chris, Anthony and Scarlett onto the stage next to your table.
“This one’s for Y/N to prove to her she’ll always have a family with us.” Scarlett smiled at you making you tear up as you realised what song it was.
----------------- Scarlett, One of the boys, All of them, Y/N.----------------------
“I can’t pretend to know you feel, but know that I’m here and know that I’m real
Say what you want or don’t talk at all
I’m not gonna let you fall.” Scarlett and Sebastian sang.
“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.
Everything changes but one thing is true, understand
We’ll always be more than a cast.” Scarlett and Chris sang with the others joining in for the last line of the chorus.
“You used to brave the world all on your own
Now we won’t let you go, go it alone
Be who you wanna be, always stand tall. I’m not gonna let you fall.” Mackie started the verse, the others joined in and Scarlett lead it into the chorus making you tear up.
“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.
Everything changes but one thing is true, understand
We’ll always be more than a cast.” They sang once again, pointing at you and Chris reached his hand out for you to take.
“I never knew you could take me so far. I’ve always wanted the home that you are. The ones I need.” You sang taking Chris’ outstretched hand and stepping onto the stage, the other men behind you following suit as you all sang the last chorus with tears in your eyes.
“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.
Everything changes but one thing is true, understand
We’ll always be more than a cast.” You all sang together.
“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.
Everything changes but one thing is true, understand
We’ll always be more than a cast.” Scarlett sang softly, taking you into a side hug and swaying with you. She looked into your eyes during the last line and at the tears dripping down your face, wiping them softly.
You hugged all of your cast mates in a group hug as people cheered around you in the club.
“I’m so lucky to have all of you,” You mumbled into the circle, embracing the warmth it gave you. You finally had a family once more.
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Thank you so much for the tag @electricbarnes and @bemine-bucky 🥺 I love finding out more about you gorgeous lot
1. why did you choose your url? I wanted to change it to something Bucky related (because I’m a hoe for that man) and my one before was countonthesun and I wanted to keep the sun element and sunshinebuckybarnes was available!
2. any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. I don’t have any. Honestly one is enough!
3. how long have you been on Tumblr? wayyyy too long!
4. do you have a queue tag? Nope
5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I’d actually been lurking for a couple of months and decided to stop being a creep and actually get involved at the beginning of this year and I’m SO glad I did
6. why did you choose your icon? have you seen that face? Pure sunshine!
7. why did you choose your header? Honestly I just wanna be railed by the winter soldier
8. what’s your post with the most notes? The first fic I ever wrote 🥺 - always been yours
9. how many mutuals do you have? I whole bunch and I love you all dearly even though I am awful at actually keeping up with chatting
10. how many followers do you have? more than I deserve!
11. how many people do you follow? 142
12. have you ever made a shitpost? Bestie my life is a shitpost - @bemine-bucky you summed this up perfectly so I’m nabbing it!
13. how often do you use tumblr each day? definitely too much!
14. did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? god no, a waste of energy!
15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this post”? I don’t like them
16. do you like tag games? YES! I love them so much, the little boost of serotonin when I get tagged makes me 🥰
17. do you like ask games? also YES! Literally please ask me anything! I’m a shy little bean that will hardly ever make the first move so come drag me out of my shell pls
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? you’re all glorious as fuck and I don’t know why anyone considers me cool enough follow!
19. do you have a tumblr crush on a mutual? once covid is done I’m gonna give you all a smooch
20. tags : @msmarvelwrites @dayahx @meriduh @vampy-doll @mickey-henry @mrs-djokovic @drewbarrymoore @lex-the-flex @blackvelvetbarnes and anyone else who wants to get involved!! 💖💖
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