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Gee I love procrastinating on the assignment that’s due at 11:59 tonight which I haven’t even started yet because it simply does not make sense due to my teacher doing a poor job explaining it, or maybe that’s just me, and I know I need to work on it and I have an hour and a half but I just can’t get myself to because I just don’t know what to do so I’ve gone to simply not thinking about it and-
#I’m actually extremely stressed about this because I don’t know and I’m starting to panic#Scrolling through tumblr and reading a fic has been helping me not think about it but I need to think about it#shit shit shit#I don’t like this assignment at all#Procrastination master here#I’ll pull through#It’ll probably be half assed but at least completed#just rambling and panicking here on tumblr#Oh look an hour and twenty minutes now#This is fine#well#going to go stare at my computer now#ramblings#homework#procrastination
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A Proper Lesson
teacher!daemon x student!reader
A/N: This was a request for a fic similar to short skirts and lacy panties just changed up a bit. This is the version for people who prefer reader fics, the rhae x daemon version is here!
TW: MOJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, lots of spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, throat fucking
word count: 1,488 words
It’s filthy, the way he thinks about you, the way he looks at you. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, you are always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but is perhaps looking for it? It could be why you never turn assignments in on time or why you spend more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing you homework. You're just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows your father and it makes him realize how you gets away with everything, but he won’t let your behaviour slide any longer.
“Miss (l/n), you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to you as the other students file out.
“Is there a problem, professor?” You asksinnocently.
He wants to say that the fact that he can see your nipples through your top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”
“I need an extension.”
“I hardly believe that.”
“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”
Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Your father is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”
“I need a three day extension.” You give him a condescending little smirk.
“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.
“I’m sure I will.” You smirk before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.
The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and you walk in without placing a physical copy on his desk. You're dressed even sluttier today, tits poking through the dress that barely covers your ass. He’s infuriated by it, by you.
“Miss (l/n), I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants you to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”
“It’ll be ready Thursday.”
“I said you had to have it in today.”
“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” you smooth out the ruffles on your dress before checking your nails. “Can I go now?” You ask in a bored tone.
“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative.
“Excuse me?” You say with the audacity to look insulted.
“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs your arm, pulling you to the desk.
“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” You screech before letting out a huff as you're forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but you'll hardly be able to break them.
“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs your wrists behind your back.
“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”
Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around your mouth to gag you. He keeps one hand on your upper back as he lifts your skirt.
“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through your folds. Not quite wet yet.
He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how your eyes widen in fear. Does she think i'm going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on your ass. You yelp through the gag but aren't even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear you. He spanks you again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on your cheeks. He won’t be stopping until your whole ass is red. He spanks you again, and again, until your yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew you would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.
“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. You look back at him with tears glistening in your eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.” You say softly.
“Are you?” He smacks you hard with the belt and you arch your back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” You take too long to respond and he belts you again. Your poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between your thighs tells him you needed it. “Answer me.”
“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give you a few more harsh smacks. You whimper at each one.
He pulls you by your hair back up to your feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”
You obey quickly, practically falling to your knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because you're still cuffed and puts it to your lips. You suck like your life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of your hair and starts fucking your mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from your eyes as you gag around him.
“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, princess.” He commands before spilling on your tongue. You nearly choke on it but swallow everything.
He pulls you up by your hair again and slaps your ass hard before pushing you back on the table.
“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” You breathe out.
“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives you a few seconds and you don't move so Daemon shoves his cock into your tight cunt. You nearly scream but he grips you around your throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into you.
He brings his free hand down to pinch your clit while the hand around your throat prevents you from making any noises. When you finally calm down enough to be quiet, he lets go of your neck so he can use both hands to push your legs down into a mating press. You let out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”
“No you can’t!” You squeal out as he pulls out. You begin to squirm so he flips you onto your tummy.
“I can fuck whatever hole I want.”
He spanks your thighs a few times to punish you for complaining but it doesn’t stop your squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of your slick over your puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching you out as you kick your feet and whine.
“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” You're lucky you are all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into your ass, bottoming out right away.
“Ahh, ahh.” You whimper as he thrusts into you. You hate how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts you by rubbing your clit.
“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into you deeper.
“I-m gonna… cu-m.” You manage to get out as he rubs you faster.
“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.”
That triggers you instantly as you reach your peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.
“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs you but you can barely stand. “You need to leave.”
You straighten out your dress but you have nothing to wipe the cum from between your legs. “But I need-” You start.
“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving you a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”
You gulp and nod before picking up your things. Daemon gets the door for you and you nearly stumble out of the room as he sends you off with one more smack on the ass.
A/N: just changed every 'she' to 'you'. never doing that shit again
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What Makes a Family? Pt24
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"So what other side effects should we be expecting?" Marinette watched the Kwami exchange looks before Wayzz spoke.
"We're not entirely sure. It's very rare to find a True Chosen, and the Order didn't like leaving Miraculous in their hands very long. The fact that there's two of you together will probably enhance any that do present." Wonderful.
"It's probably why Cass started purring so quickly." Cass groaned at Plagg's observation, and Mari could only chuckle.
"Hopefully, it'll help us get in sync while transformed. Who knows how well our fighting styles match up?" The fact that Cass had been properly trained in multiple fighting styles while her team just sort of picked things up could cause a lot of headaches.
"If there's video, I can watch that to learn." Right, people actually did that. Going over her old fights didn't serve much purpose for her and her team since, even when they repeated, Akumas tended to have different strategies or powers. It was best not to assume you knew what was coming. But to learn their dynamic, it would greatly benefit Cass.
"That's a great idea. Here." She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the Ladyblog. Despite everything else, Alya still managed to get some of the best footage of the fights. Granted, Marinette was at least eighty percent certain she was having Max and Markov hack into city and private cameras to get it. It made having to detransform during a battle a pain in the ass. She pulled up the most recent fight, figuring it would be better to work backwards as their styles had changed drastically since the beginning.
"That is what you had to work with?" The disgust in Cass' tone as she watched Chat completely destroy one of her plans made her offer a sheepish smile.
"It was complicated." The argument sounded weak, even to her. Cass just offered a hum. As much as she appreciated it...
"You know the error. It does no good pointing it out."
"Fair enough." As she watched Cass, Mari couldn't help but think about the past. There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she didn't. "Do you really never laugh?"
"Noise can be dangerous." It was a simple statement of fact, but it was the most depressing thing she'd ever heard. Mari couldn't even imagine a life of silence, but Cass had been forced to it. No laughter, no words, no music... nothing. Just pain. She could picture Cass as a small child, bruised and bleeding, with no one to turn to. She wouldn't have cried or even whimpered, because even then she knew noise was dangerous. Mari felt rage and sadness building and turning into nausea.
"Look out!" Mari dove on instinct. When she looked up, there was an Akuma coming towards her. Because she wasn't pissed off enough. She transformed and captured it, but didn't do anything else. It was highly likely it wouldn't be the last one to come for her tonight, and she didn't see a reason to make Hawkmoth's life any easier by making it obvious what was happening to them. She let her transformation fall and all the Kwami were giving her concerned looks.
"Thanks for the warning, Trixx." The fox Kwami just gave her a strained smile.
"Mari, you might want to... um, shift your focus." Tikki's words were a reminder of the downside of having a Kwami in your head. There was zero privacy. Even if they were right. How she was supposed to do that was the real question. Cass was still in a defensive position, watching the ceiling.
"It'll take him at least half an hour to send another one." Cass shot her a searching look.
"How often?" Mari winced.
"Not as much anymore. It helps that my team and parents all know the truth." Her stress level had gone down drastically since Chloe, Luka, and Kagami found out who she was. Her parents... it kind of replaced one type of stress with another, but it was still better overall. Cass frowned at her for a moment before moving to sit behind her and pull her into a hug.
"Not okay."
"No, it's not. But we'll make it better. What do you think of the rest of my team?" Cass let out a pleased hum.
"Unit." Mari let out an amused huff.
"They might have trouble adjusting to you at first. They've spent so long working around Chat, they won't know what to do with a helpful black cat." That got a low growl. "We'll have to come up with a name for you, and make sure it's said to the press as soon as the battle is over, so some idiotic news personality doesn't stick you with something stupid." Replacing Chat was going to come with a shitstorm of publicity. One more reason she had waited to take his Miraculous. Well, that's what she told herself, anyway.
"You pick." Mari looked back to frown at her, but Cass just raised an eyebrow. "You pick."
"How about Malheur?" That just got another hum. As appropriate as it was, it still hurt. Mari didn't think anything else would be better though, and this, along with Cass' obvious skill once they started fighting, should help keep discontent at the switch to a minimum. "When I talk to the press, just pick a camera and stare it down. It should be unnerving enough to keep the interview short. Especially if you go after the Akuma hard."
"You want me to hurt?" Mari let out an annoyed sigh.
"No, but I want people scared of you. This has been going on too long and I need to do what I can to make Hawkmoth panic. Anything you do, I can fix. Just keep it confined to the Akuma, because they won't remember what happened. Any pain will be gone as soon as I cast my cure. Well, except for Lila, and I'm honestly okay with that at this point."
"Lila?" Oh, right, they hadn't gone into that.
"A liar in my class that I'm almost a hundred percent certain is working with Hawkmoth. You can come to school with me and see what you think." Cass didn't need to be warned about the girl. Her body language was so blatant there was no way she'd miss it. "We should probably go out tomorrow and get you used to your transformation, too. Best not to leave it until we have to fight. Well, hopefully."
Hawkmoth had been sending out more Akumas lately. She wasn't sure if it was desperation or an actual strategy, but she didn't like it. Granted, everything should go faster now that they didn't have to worry about Chat, but she still didn't have the energy to deal with Akumas every day. Especially not if she wanted to maintain her business, and not fail out of school. Mari let out a yawn, and Cass started rubbing soothing circles into her arms.
"I'll be ready."
"I know. I just don't want you to have to learn everything on the fly like I did. You've had enough to deal with." She grabbed one of Cass' hands and started tracing the scars on it. Far, far too many of them.
"Mari." Tikki's voice made her look up to see another Akuma come through the wall. She sighed and did the same as the last one, without getting up. The man was persistent. She'd give him that.
"He can't see?"
"No. He can sense emotions and uses that to guide the Akumas, but he only has a general idea about where they end up, until an actual connection is formed."
"The boys."
"They're safe. I assure you, I'm far more pissed off than any of them at the moment." That caused another thought, and she frowned. "Is there anything I can do to make Damian less antagonistic?" He was her baby brother, and she really didn't want him to hate her.
"Time. Don't back down." She sighed. Not the response she wanted, but that shouldn't surprise her.
"Alfred said our mother contacted Bruce about me." That just got a nod. "Has she ever tried to help you?" Cass didn't answer right away and Mari looked back at her. She had a feeling Cass was trying to come up with a way to say so it wouldn't upset her more. "You don't have to answer. I'm pretty sure I get the gist."
"It's different."
"No, it's fucking not. I don't care if she thinks I'm defenseless and you're not. No child should just be left to suffer on their own. What she did was wrong. When you escaped, it would have been a perfect excuse to bring you here to me, so that you could have the love and care you deserve. She either didn't care enough to monitor you, or didn't care enough to help. That cost us almost ten years apart." Mari felt the sob in her chest before she realized she was crying. It wasn't right, none of it. She could see in her mind the life they should have had. Growing up together. Cass would have been the shy one, while Mari talked non-stop. They would have confused everyone with the way they could communicate without talking. They would have protected each other. Cass wouldn't have been alone.
This time she felt the Akuma on her own. She was tempted to just grab it so she could tell Hawkmoth to go screw himself. If only that were an option. Instead, she did the same as before, but stayed transformed this time.
"If you let me cataclysm the three you have, it will create a backlash strong enough to knock him out for a few days." She focused on Plagg through her tears.
"You're sure?" The Kwami just nodded, and she opened her yo-yo so they could reach inside. She felt the shock of it, and given her flinch, Cass did too. When she detransformed, she huddled back into her sister.
"You should sleep." Mari felt herself flinch. Some part of her was certain this was a dream, and sleeping would make it disappear. Cass tightened her arms. "Won't leave. Promise." Mari felt herself drifting off. She felt Cass humming before she heard it. She didn't think it was at all odd that she was humming the lullaby her Maman had always used to put her to sleep.
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📝 find the word tag 📝
I was tagged a while ago by @pinespittinink with the words: above, bloom, crystal, sun, and wrist. (Thank you for the tag I do love doing these!!!)
All snippets are from Cure for the Queen (Not currently working on this one but I am thinking about it fondly.)
💨ABOVE💨
Killian opened up the door across the hall to the cabin the others had set up in.
“Well, isn’t that a sight,” he mused.
“I think the air elemental is broken,” Kanjo said.
Nathaniel looked around the others to see what was going on. It required that he look up, however. Though one of the beds was already set up, Zeh’ave was not sleeping on it. Rather, she was sleeping nearly affixed to the ceiling, like a helium balloon.
“Aren’t air elementals supposed to not do that?” Mica asked, cocking her head to one side.
“Generally speaking, yes,” Killian chuckled. “They risk floating away. Some of them, however, clearly don’t care.”
He reached over and poked Zeh’ave on the shoulder. She stirred slightly. Her eyes opened and she seemed completely unsurprised that she floated even above Killian’s eye-level.
🥀BLOOM🥀
Zeh’ave came and stopped before her.
“Are you okay, hon?” she asked. “Did you get hit?”
Rinnie swallowed and straightened. “No, I didn’t get hit. It’s just…” she massaged her right temple while pressing the hockey stick to her left.
“Do you need to sit out?” Zeh’ave asked.
Rinnie thought about sitting out. But then she realized that was just an invitation to let the voice continue talking. Instead, she focused on something her mother had told her. That she always bloomed where she was planted. And, sure, hockey was an afternoon and not a duty station, but she could figure it out. Or at least try.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I can figure this out.”
Mica squealed and there was a little bit of cheering. It took Rinnie several seconds to realize that they’d scored a goal.
“Guess we’re resetting,” Zeh’ave said. Then she skated off.
💎CRYSTAL💎
Riela was trying not to be completely mortified that she was looking at little crystals for the purpose of it becoming birth control. She knew that functionally, this would work the same as the Potion, and would actually be more effective in the long run.
“How long will this last?” Riela asked.
“I tell people a year, it’s probably longer.”
“You don’t know for sure?”
“We would make them at Temple for people all the time,” Rinnie explained. “And we’d tell people a year, in part so that we could get more money when they came back for a new one or for us to re-enchant, and in part to protect our asses against anyone saying it stopped working early. But it’ll definitely work for a year.”
That was an interesting fact about Evianne’s Temples Riela knew now.
🔆SUN🔆
After another half an hour or so of walking, Kanjo noticed the cold seeping through his boots. He wiggled his toes a little, channeling some heat through them. He’d need to be careful not to spend too much energy on this. However, he didn’t like the idea of hypothermia, either. He didn’t have fancy theramancy to recover from that by himself.
Killian started a call-and-answer marching chant. Something to pass the time, make the walk go faster. It didn’t get Kanjo’s mind off of Rin, however. Not when it was obvious she was in pain again now that they were walking.
The bar song turned into a shanty, back to a chant. The sun was high overhead. It reflected off the snow, making Kanjo squint.
They kept walking.
⚡WRIST⚡
Rinnie pressed her back to the column and took a second to breathe. They’d made it to the great room, where there was quite the scrum.
“Fuck that air elemental in particular,” she grunted. She was not that good with lightning.
“Can you get him with fire?” Taryn hissed.
“He’s too fast.”
As she spoke, a lightning bolt shot passed her left arm. She cringed.
Then she had to control herself from jumping as lightning came from overhead.
Except, it wasn’t aimed at her. It was aimed in the direction the first bolt of lightning came from.
“Hi,” Zeh’ave said.
Rinnie’s eyebrows tried to join her hairline. She hadn’t expected Zeh’ave to show up.
Zeh’ave smirked, as if she’d known that was what was going through Rinnie’s head.
She twitched her wrist and sent another bolt of lightning.
Tagging: @muddshadow, @kashacreates, @tananaphone, @sentfromwolves, and anyone else who wants to do it! Your words are: open, stop, look, heat, and breathe.
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Gonna just rattle off some of my general Dottore thoughts + headcanons here
THIS IS KINDA LONG LMAO I’M SO SORRY IN ADVANCE ENJOY MY FUCKIN... MADDENED RAMBLINGS IG??? This bitch has been living rent free in my fucking head for months now and I don’t know how to evict him
We haven't gotten confirmation either way on how the Segments work I don't think, so I'm headcanoning them as at least partially organic until further notice jgksdjgk
Also I know we got that shot of that weird THING where Dottore's eyes should be when his model got posted, but you can pry red-eyed Dottore from my cold dead hands !!!!
(I personally think they just fucking slapped some textures under there because we're not supposed to see what his eyes look like yet. Think Kaeya's eye under the patch)
The way I draw him, he does have scars around his eyes underneath his mask, though I've probably tweaked how they look about half a dozen times by now. I'll post him later probably
My idea with that oneshot I wrote is that, despite his best efforts not to, Dottore is still capable of feeling emotions. Beyond basic things such as anger though he is... Not very well in touch with them. He insists he doesn't feel guilt in disposing of the other Segments. (If anything he almost sounded happy abt it while talking to Nahida bc it sounds like they never shut the fuck up lmfao) It only starts to sink in that maybe he does have some regrets when he starts having those nightmares.
He had countless pairs of eyes to give himself different views of the world, and now he only has himself. But he keeps pushing onward and shoving it back down, because to accomplish his goals, no length is too far. Dottore is completely and utterly ruthless, I think we all know this by now.
That also lends credence to how he could end up playable as well. I personally see him eventually getting a Cryo Vision, as (iirc) it's been shown that basically every Cryo user we've gotten so far has gotten theirs due to family conflict. And when you think about it, what he did to the Segments could be interpreted as him effectively killing his brethren or maybe some kind of extremely convoluted suicide WHDFHDSF it could honestly go either way
It's still too early to say on the Vision front tho lmfao it'll likely be a good year before he's playable
Moving back onto the Segments for a moment, the reason he gives in-game for creating them is... A lot more understandable than I expected. Giving himself multiple views of the world and effectively stopping time for that version of himself. The lengths he goes to in pursuit of knowledge are genuinely fucking impressive, and also go to show how utterly unhinged he is.
I saw this on Twitter first, but Dottore is extremely focused on preserving the past. Even outside of the Segments, there's lore in artifact descriptions and the like that point back to him as well, and though he keeps it under tight wraps, his conversation with Nahida gives a lot more insight into his mindset + who he is as a person than at first glance.
He says it himself: Humans have a hard time making peace with themselves. Wouldn't that also imply things like the passage of time? Growing older, and one's own mortality?
CHRIST I KNOW THIS IS A LOT BUT I THINK DOTTORE IS THE MOST INVESTED I'VE BEEN IN A CHARACTER IN A LONG FUCKING TIME LOL I AM FILLED WITH THOUGHTS™
There's a lot of potential with his character, and I think that's part of why I love him so much. He's just so fucking fascinating to me. Like. I know I haven't done RP shit in a long ass time (definitely FAR less than I used to), but Dottore is the closest thing I've had to a muse in years. Getting into his head is so unbelievably fucking fun for me
Anyway rant over lmfao back to your regularly scheduled whatever
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cornucopia
mer indrid cold/stranded sailor duck newton. trans duck tentacle porn. double penetration in two holes. mentions of oviposition. 1.6k words. as usual, indulgent supernatural sugar daddy indrid is my absolute fave
Duck Newton stood shirtless in the shallow water off a sandy beach, attempting to spear the silvery fish that flitted around his ankles. The most exciting thing that had happened all day was that he saw a large crab also hunting for fish in the shallows, but when he tried to chase after it he managed to slip and fall on his ass in the water, and when he got to his feet the crab was long gone.
He’d been here for three weeks. He thought.
At first he tried to keep track of the days by making marks on a piece of driftwood, but then he forgot whether he made the mark in the morning or in the evening, so a few days he’d probably double-counted, and there were definitely at least two days where he got back to bed too exhausted to scratch anything out at all.
In any case, it had been awhile. Long enough that the bloody scratches on his body from the shipwreck had faded, the soreness of being flung into the sea and scraped up on the beach like scrambled eggs out of a pan. Now he was just sunburned.
It had also been long enough that he’d figured out some kind of routine. The trees here produced large, green fruits that weren’t half bad when roasted and his vague memories of Robinson Crusoe suggested might be breadfruit. The rest of his calories came from fish.
He didn’t much like fish before he ended up here. But starvation will make anyone less picky, and now he cooked whatever fish he could catch over an open fire, sucked burnt flesh off the bone, and savored the eyeballs as much as any seagull.
Hence the fishing now. He’d caught a few and was still steamed about the runaway crab when a mer popped out of the water several feet away and swam over.
If you’d asked him three weeks ago (approximately) if merfolk existed, Duck would have said no, absolutely not. A tale told by lonely, probably horny sailors.
But then the shipwreck happened. After he’d been thrown off the boat he could have sworn he felt strong hands around his arms, tugging him to shore, and leaving him there. And then the next morning, the first time he dared to venture close to the beach to see if anything useful had been washed up, several mers emerged. They introduced themselves, asked his name, asked if he was alright. He’d told them he was fine, though his stomach was complaining and he had no idea how he was going to survive. It wasn’t a good look to beg for handouts from the locals after he’d just invaded their territory.
The mer who joined him today hadn’t been a member of the welcoming committee, but Duck still knew him by name.
“Hey, Indrid.”
“Hello, Duck.” Indrid’s smile was as bright as the sun on the sea. Unless mer social norms were completely different from human ones, Indrid had been flirting with him each time they’d met.
“Gorgeous weather today,” Indrid continued, wrapping one tentacle around Duck’s leg underneath the surface of the water. Duck didn’t know him well enough to ask how unusual it was for mers to have a mass of trailing tentacles instead of a tail, but on the rare nights he went to bed not too exhausted to think, those deceptively strong tentacles were rather prominent in Duck’s masturbatory fantasies.
“Yep,” said Duck. Indrid’s arrival had momentarily scared all the fish away. “It’s been gorgeous every day.”
“But today it’s not too windy.”
Something occurred to Duck. “Do y’all have a rainy season here?”
“It rains sometimes.”
Duck had initially thought the tentacle around his leg was just Indrid anchoring himself in place for a chat, but that theory was becoming harder to defend by the moment as the tentacle wandered, finally reached the hem of his boxers. The sensation on his inner thigh was profoundly distracting.
“Ooo, you’re warm,” said Indrid.
“I’m warm-blooded, it’ll do it to you,” Duck replied.
“May I continue touching you?”
“Go right ahead.” The sensation of Indrid’s tentacles wasn’t at all unpleasant. Still, Duck was having trouble trying not to squirm as the tentacle teased even further up between his legs. Indrid didn’t seem surprised at all at his anatomy. Did he know that human males usually had something different?
All thought was obliterated as the side of a tentacle brushed against his folds.
“And sensitive, it seems…” Indrid mused. “You humans are so fun to play with, with your genitals all exposed for whatever anyone feels like doing to them. Wouldn’t you like to take a break from fishing to have some fun?”
“I can’t,” said Duck. If he stopped now he’d have a very sad dinner and a hungry night.
“Mmm,” said Indrid. “But you’re so nice to touch.” Another tentacle had found its way up his boxers, and the tip was pressing instantly against his ass.
“Normally a fella buys me dinner first,” Duck managed, breathlessly.
“Humans are pretty toys, not mates.”
“Rude.” Duck’s breath was punched out of him as the tentacle plunged into his ass.
“I’m sorry, would you rather be stuffed full of my eggs? I doubt you have any of your own to put in me.”
“Hngh.” Duck couldn’t even blame the noise he made on a physical sensation. The thought of eggs, Indrid’s eggs, made his clit twitch.
“Oh my.” The sharp teeth of Indrid’s grin probably should have been more alarming than they were. “Maybe my toy has another use.” Now there were tentacles in both of Duck’s holes, and Indrid was still talking like nothing was happening. “Yes, just because you couldn’t fertilize them like a mer would doesn’t mean I can’t have quite a nice time filling you up.”
The spear slipped from Duck’s hand, and Indrid picked it up and handed it back to him. “Distracted, pet?”
“Uh, yeah!”
“I’d hate to keep you from your work.” Indrid pulled partway out, drawing a frustrated whine, and laughed. “Oh, poor pet, make up your mind.”
“Fine.” Duck threw the spear back up onto the beach, out of the range of the waves. Then he grabbed Indrid’s face with both hands and kissed him soundly. Indrid trilled happily. “Fuck me? Please?”
“With pleasure.”
One thick tentacle wrapped around each of Duck’s thighs and pulled them apart, literally lifting his feet off the sand, and a third tentacle caught his wrists and held them behind his back. All this seemed effortless for Indrid: he could support Duck easily and keep him right where he wanted him. Then Indrid’s skin was cool against Duck’s chest and they were kissing again, and Indrid’s hands wandered, squeezing Duck’s ass and groping his belly and finally finding his nipples.
“What are these for?”
“For - for breastfeeding.”
“Ah. Like whales.” Indrid pinched one, and smiled when Duck reacted. “And playing with, apparently.”
“That too. Some folks pierce ‘em.”
“What an excellent idea. You humans, imaginative as you are good incubators.”
“Are you going to lay eggs in me? Right now?”
“Another time, perhaps, if you’d allow me.” Indrid kissed Duck’s neck, open-mouthed, letting his sharp teeth ghost over the skin there, like he wanted to bite down but was restraining himself. “I’ll have to find the spell that will let you breathe underwater, and then I can take you home with me and keep you.”
“Please.” Christ, that sounded nice. No more spending all day trying to fish and figure out what kinds of fruit and berries wouldn’t kill him, no more patching his makeshift shelter against the rain and worrying about what he’d do if a hurricane came. Just living with Indrid in the calm world beneath the waves.
“Would you like that, Duckling? Being my spoiled pet? I’d take very good care of you.” Indrid’s slender fingers found Duck’s clit. “Attend to your every need.” A happy sigh. “My warm, handsome human. I’d fit you with a collar studded with jewels. And a leash, so I can drag you down onto my cock whenever I please.”
“Yes.” The tentacle in his ass was mostly still, but the other one was thrusting now, fucking him in earnest, and Indrid’s fingers were slick against his clit, too slick for proper friction. “Fucking, fuck, harder-” Duck gasped, and the tentacle in his ass somehow went deeper, filling him up, making him think of what eggs would feel like, what it would feel like to be so full he couldn’t move, to have Indrid spoiling him as his mate.
Indrid’s grip on him was so firm that he couldn’t even thrash as he came, as Indrid fucked him through it. Only when Duck went slack and groaned did Indrid slowly start pulling out of him. “That,” said Indrid, “was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Felt pretty fucking fantastic on my end too,” said Duck.
“We shall have to do it again sometime, then.” Indrid’s tentacles released Duck’s legs and arms so he could stand upright again.
“Yeah. Right.” He was still on his own. No gold collar for him, no being spoiled. Duck groped for the spear again.
“...You’re going right back to fishing?” said Indrid. He honestly sounded a little hurt.
“If I don’t, I won’t have dinner!” Duck snapped.
“Oh,” said Indrid. “I could feed you. If you’d like.” Duck’s expression must have conveyed some of his hopelessness and exhaustion, because Indrid touched his arm. “I’m serious. I have plenty of food. We all do. If we’d known you needed it we would have offered before.”
“I didn’t want to impose.”
“It’s not imposing, Duck.” Indrid’s voice turned teasing. “I take very good care of my pets.”
Duck allowed himself to collapse into Indrid’s arms. He was exhausted. And, if he allowed himself to think about something besides pure survival, he was lonely. Being taken care of sounded really good.
“Oh, pet,” said Indrid, stroking Duck’s hair. “Yes, I will bring you all the fish you need. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
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Hi Andy :>
I’m sorry about your work being erased (´._.`)\(‘́⌣’̀ )
An advice I have is to consider (only if you want, of course! No pressure!) to always write using the notepad on your phone first or a Google Doc & then copy it over & format it after you paste it on tumblr (since sometimes formatting/spacing is lost when pasting from another source), so that you can always have at least another copy in case smth goes wrong you know what I mean?
If you decide to use the app only still, maybe you can try to save the draft after every paragraph or two that you type…it may seem tedious but it’s a safe way to know you won’t have lost a bunch of your stuff if something goes awry because you have updated the draft, so it’s less stressful…I don’t know how long you’ve been tumbling but just in case you didn’t already know, another thing I noticed is that, when you type posts on your phone in-browser (as oppose to the app), it auto-saves the draft pretty often without you having to click save— A little green message pops up & tells you that it just did, but you don’t have to exit the draft for that to happen…even an unaddressed email draft auto saves too & has formatting options too so you can type it exactly as you want to post it with any bolds or italics, etc ( ◠‿◠ ). Or if you use a laptop instead of your phone, Word (& maybe other word processors) and Google Docs (& still emails in browser also!) all have auto save features too~ I’m not a writer but i have been on tumblr’s janky ass site for like 11 or so years, and half of that ago I got sick of suffering the force-closing bugs that happens the minute the staff/devs decide the app needs an update iMMeDiAteLy or accidentally leaving the app & coming back only to find my timeline refreshing itself without my post being open…or even if my phone screen locked becauseI looked away for 30 seconds while I was on low-power mode, or just accidentally locked it in general, so I type in the iPhone Notes app when I’m gonna make a text post (big or small) or to send an ask (like this one ^^) because sometimes I can press send & the message sent thing doesn’t show up or the app closes instead the second I hit “ask”. That way, the worst case scenario I do have not just the one I copied the text from (which is also beneficial because if I’m trying to ‘select’ for whatever reason & accidentally “cut” or backspace a whole big ass portion of what I typed (🥲), when I shake the phone it lets me undo actions & so will restore what I erased. The phone shaking thing works in app sometimes too but it only works for the text chunk you were just in, as opposed to continuing to allow undos like in notes. If you don’t use iPhones, well, idk for sure but android or operating systems probably have some similar “hidden tricks” for undoing (or redoing, in add you undo something you didn’t mean to undo— I’m clumsy so I manage to goof in all kinds of ways upwards backwards under and sideways 🫠) things you have typed, you maybe could search engine to see if there exists such a thing before you start back writing, it could help you sorta feel more secure/less apprehensive to start up again? Idk how it is for other people but for me personally I feel more relaxed if I have a backup plan.
Plus, even then when you think you copied it over to a new post tumblr completely and thought you were done, if you deleted the notepad draft, there’s usually a “recently deleted” spot so you can still revive your work ^^ unlike this hellsite where if something is deleted, it is gone into the abyss forever with no retrieval.
I did notice however, that when I type on posts, sometimes it’ll seem like a bunch of shit just got deleted or stopped showing up even though I am typing??? and I can’t see the words anymore, (just black) but I figured out if you go to select a new font size of that chunk, (or sometimes even just changing the color) it makes the stuff I thought wasn’t being typed anymore, reappear😲 Weird, I know. It especially happens when I go to edit a sentence (something as small as a change in punctuation!😒) in a previous paragraph or paste a pic or something in the middle of two paragraphs. No clue why it’s like that, but then you can press back to the size or coloring you were trying to do originally where you left off. Sometimes if I have to paste something I wanted to have in between other places already there, I find it better from experience to paste it at the bottom and then rearrange the text blocks to the correct order afterward. I actually usually do multiple of these at a time because I’m so paranoid not just about posts but in life in general haha. I’m soft hearted and very sensitive so when my stuff gets messed up by tumblr I cry sometimes, even if it’s just that the proofreading I may have done after I copied from my notes to the post I was trying to create got unformatted lol 😓
*None of this is to say or assume that you don’t already know all of these things, I just thought to tell you juuuust in case you didn’t~ ^^*
If you don’t wanna & feel you weren’t ready or confident yet or anything hesitant, like I said we aren’t going anywhere 😊 and sometimes we (I read a LOT of fics 😅) have to wait months and months (or even a year or more…yes really 🥲) for a single chapter update, so it’s not as if you’ll have made us wait an assload of time for it; I’m not just saying it to butter you up, seriously, we’re lucky that you post as often as you do especially cus you’re a working mom raising your daughter alone! So try to chin up :)
I’m sure it’s very frustrating to have to redo it but…on the bright side, while you try to write it again, you may find words or another even better way of phrasing that you couldn’t think of for previous version to express what you’re trying to convey at that part 🤠. And if you don’t, that’s ok too!! No one but you knows what you had written, so it’s not like anyone could criticize you or say “it is worse this time”…we will eat what you put on our plates whenever you serve the meal & that’s that on that (◡‿◡✿)
[pat pat]
And even though some are from like [checks gallery save dates] 7 years ago, here’s some of my fav pics & screencaps of / with Doie in every flavor that I keep in my phone for extra Chin Up Flakes™️ 😊
Caseeeeeeeeey
thank you so much
I actually kinda do like what I have now. it feels less forced because before I was fighting through writer's block and I felt a bit out of touch with mc. I think I needed this to start over in order to get it right
I think I was worried about part 2 being just as good if not better that I started shutting down a little
also all of this doie helps so much thank you for being so kind and encouraging 🥹
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Critical Role Word Crawl
A word count crawl from 2018? 2019? salvaged from the old nano forums and/or my own documents. Written as CR2 was airing, written as a means to intersperse watching/listening to CR with breaks to boost word count in november.
Critical Role has revitalized my creative spirit. That being said, I'm struggling to stay focused on my word count instead of the show. In my down time, I should be catching up on my word count, but all I want to do is watch those nerdy-ass voice actors play pretend for several hours.
This should be a spoiler-free crawl, based on episode structure rather than plot or character content. The crawl may read a little more like a drinking game than a chronological list, but it'll definitely build your word count. This crawl will work for either the livestreams or VODs of both campaigns. Crawl while watching an episode, or take notes and complete the crawl afterward.
Is it 7PM Pacific Time on a Thursday? Or are you settled in with a podcast or about to hit play on youtube? However you're watching, let's dive right into *Matt Mercer voice* the next episode of Critical Role!
Announcements: This is when our voice actors warm up their voices and get comfortable with their cameras. Let's warm up with them. Roll a d20 (or use an online dice roller) and multiply it by 10 – write that many words.
• If you rolled a 1: write 500 words
• If you rolled a 20: write at your own pace for 10 minutes (the average time of the opening announcements)
Intro: If you're anything like me, you could probably recreate the intro videos from memory down to Grog's axe and the snacks Ashley brings. If you're a new critter, don't worry – you'll see the intro at least 100 more times. Let's take advantage of this repetitive footage and sprint for the length of the intro.
• 1:31 for campaign one
• 1:44 for campaign two
• round to 2 minutes if you're not watching along
Ability Checks: So much depends on a single die roll. A number of the coolest moments are executed with simple ability checks. Pick a character to follow. If you're feeling winded, try following an NPC like Kima or Avantika if they're in the episode. If you're feeling brazen, maybe try taking on more than one character. Note each time Matt tells them to make a check.
• If the character succeeds the check, sprint for 5 minutes.
• If they fail, double the word count from their last success (if they haven't yet succeeded, write 100 words)
• If they roll a natural 20, take a break!
• If they roll a natural 1, write 500 words (be wary of whom you follow; certain players sometimes have rotten luck.)
• If Matt doesn't specify the roll as a success or failure and narrates middling results, roll your own d20. If you roll a 1 or 20, follow the steps above. Consider 10 or less a failure and more than 10 a success and follow the steps above.
Break: The break may fall before the major chunk of action or after, but it always serves as a chance for the players to calm down, collect themselves, strategize, and prepare for the next half of the chapter. Let's take a little breather of our own.
• If the break begins with the DNDBeyond theme or Yev from BackBlaze, write 100 words. If not, skip this.
• Write at your own pace for 15 minutes (the average break length).
Combat: Aaand we're back! Combat can be quick and action-packed or stretched-out and strategic. Is this a big boss fight or some random bandits? Use your judgement to determine whether it's a major or minor conflict. When they roll initiative, roll a d20.
• Minor Combat (caught by guards, ambushed while camping, etc): multiply your d20 roll by the number of enemies the party is fighting, then multiply by 10 more. Write that many words. If Matt doesn't specify how many enemies there are (as in a hoard of undead or pack of wild animals), double your d20 roll before multiplying by 10.
• Major Combat (involving someone's backstory, challenging the guard of a vestige, fighting a mythic creature, etc): write to the nearest half-thousand (i.e. 500 or 1k)
Death Saves: Things can get a little tense and sometimes take a turn for the worse. if the character you're following for ability checks falls unconscious and starts rolling death saves, try for a Fifty-Headed Hydra to help save them.
Conclusion: Whether they've stopped just after battle or right after a big reveal, we're still itching to see what happens next. Let's do a final stretch to quench the adventuring thirst until the next episode.
• If the episode ends on a cliffhanger, write to the nearest thousand.
• If the episode stops naturally, with the party making basic plans for what's to come, write to the nearest half-thousand.
Congrats! You've conquered the crawl, just as the party conquered their quest!
This is my first crawl and I haven't tested it yet, so feel free to offer suggestions or feedback. I'd love to hear what I could fix or how it's helped you bump your word counts.
#ref: tools#have just stumbled upon the conundrum of how to make this *not* show up in current tags as a new post kljhgf#cr word crawl
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Fanfic plans RN:
Uhhhh. Try to at least get the Day 5 ToFemslash Fic out, so there’s that. I had too many ideas for that one (and honestly, they gave me the impression of “big-ass 10k+ fic”), which is why it’ll be late. (Although I suppose with one of them I can try to get it out by April at the latest, and that’s a very rough guesstimate I’m making here.)
Um. What else.
That’s right. Get 120 Hours out the door (the next installment in An Exercise in Futility). It’s a short fellow (I mean it this time) so that should be out shortly, since that’s being worked in conjunction with the Day 5 ToFemslash Fic.
After that:
I have over - almost - 60+ ToLumi WIPs I can pick from. Unfortunately more than half of those rely on canon because they’re part of a series, and - well. So I can’t quite go too far with them so they’re more or less hands-off for the time being.
So that leaves me with the rest. I have about a couple in my drafts [on AO3] so I’ll probably choose from one of those, or go with one in the USB Drive.
I’m still thinking about in every song a hearbeat. There is also a one-shot WIP I started putting work on from The Fandom That Shall Not Be Named; it’ll be done when it’s done.
I want to do a multi-chaptered fic that isn’t in every song a heartbeat (because that’s a big enough story as it is), but I’m not sure which one. I could go back to Penumbrius (the KH/W*W fic) but I would need to have a big refresher on the KH games, and The Mountain Wakes is pretty much “What if Rayearth ended Season One on a downer ending and S2 became a gritty dystopian angsty cyberpunk-ish Dark Souls-lite La Resistance Fic” so unless the motivation’s there I would need a lot of time to cook with it. I think I’ll take a look through my USB Drive for what I can find.
There’s an Idolmaster one-shot I finally started working after...a couple years? I don’t even remember; it’s Cinderella Girls-era, that’s it. I gotta watch the show first (’cause I don’t foresee Shiny Colors getting an anime for a while EDIT: GUESS WHAT’S GETTING AN ANIME) so I don’t go into this WIP completely blind.
No plans for another Elder Scrolls fic at the moment. I’d like to do one for ESO, though, once I actually bother to sit down and play it. There are other fandoms, too, I have in mind, I’m looking into.
That’s it so far. See what happens in March.
#fanfiction#mywriting#always remember that when i say 'no plans atm' that can change between whenever to RIGHT NOW lmao#i wouldn't wait though: if it happens it happens#i just go with my muse and do what i please
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Love and War
pairing: mob!bucky x reader
warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, fluff and angst. fighting. violence. swearing. mob stuff. miscarrying. it’s a lot, like i’ve forgotten half of the warnings probably.
please read at your own discretion.
like 10k words maybe?
summary: where to fucking begin omg. you get hitched to a man in vegas you’d only known for two months. despite this, you’re convinced it’ll be picture perfect, he’s rich and hot and fucks you good. except he’s not telling you something. something that’ll eventually ruin your ‘marriage’.
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“Let’s get eloped.”
“What?” You stare at the drunken man before you, unable to contain the small smile that plays at your lips.
Eloped? You’d only met this guy like 2 months ago. Albeit, it’s probably been the best 2 months of your life.
When you had thought about marriage and settling down with a nice man, you never thought that would mean a very scary yet strikingly handsome, powerful, business man.
Business man. What a big, fat lie for what he really was. A cruel and evil mob boss.
When you’d met him at some fancy party being held at an appropriately fancy hotel, you knew nothing of him. You assumed that every man at the party had some kind of powerful business ties to each other and that getting in bed with one of them could mean a hefty financial negotiation.
That was what usually happened. Every now and then, a party would be held, you’d attend due to your connections that your father had. Your father was no different to the man before you. Only- you had no idea. He kept that part of his life away from you the best he could. He wasn’t completely involved, not a boss at least, but a very good and very likeable lawyer that had just gotten involved with the wrong client.
He- along with your mother, eventually died. A car crash. And ever since then, you had been alone.
Left with a large will, with almost everything now in your name, you managed to get on with your life with the help of friends and few of your parents’ close friends.
But that had to be about 5 years ago now.
Now, with said personal connections, you were permitted entry to many gala events. You never knew what or who they were celebrating, nor did you really care. Your fair share of friends were all there for one thing and one thing only. Well- actually a couple of things.
Sex, money, drinks… and maybe the food. Your more riskier friends were out for men to call their husbands, but they were delusional. No man in these parties were worthy of being husbands. Their heads were to far up their asses and in their own businesses to even notice a woman for anything more than a hole to fuck.
So… What was the exception with him?
“Yeah! Come on. It’ll be fun.” He grips onto your hands, noticing the hint of hesitation plastered across your face, “We don’t have to do all that wedding bullshit.” He scrunches up his face before smiling again. God, you loved his stupid smile.
You’d met him at just another one of these stupidly, useless galas. It was a big gala, something for a Tony Stark? In a big tower named after himself…
Anyway, you had attended like it was no other, actually invited this time rather than just rocking up and being granted entry. However, instead of you actively seeking out the attention of a certain man, sitting at the bar with your friends and collectively observing all the men in the room before spotting one, sinking your teeth into them with your not-so-innocent gazes and not-so-subtle indications to follow you to the bathroom. This time, you were sought out.
You’d seen him when you first walked in. You didn’t recognise him and that would’ve peaked your curiosity had his aura not been too scary for you to even consider him a target. You just knew he was trouble and not the good kind of trouble that you liked. So you steered clear.
Until he came to you. He kind of startled you when he approached you, sneaking up behind you and buying your drink before you could.
Your eyes carefully examined him up close now while he asked some silly little question like ‘what’s a pretty thing like you doing at a place like this?’ something like that.
You would’ve rolled your eyes had you not been so entranced by:
a. his cologne
b. his looming presence over you
and c. his metal hand?
His presence was different to all of the other men that would approach you. No, he approached YOU. On his own will. Unprovoked. And he knew something was going to bloom from it.
Of course, you had let him take you to bed that night. Probably the best sex you had in a long while, plus the biggest house you’d ever been in. Maybe the biggest cock you’d seen as well.
Aftercare was a bonus, if you could even call it that, your hot and flustered body instantly cooled down by his metal arm- which you got to find out was more than just a hand and rather his whole entire fucking arm. You hadn’t dared asked what happened, figuring it was none of your business and for the meantime, it would just serve you well as your own personal ice pack.
He’d made you breakfast the next morning- though to this day, you’re still unsure if he made it or if his cooks made it. He was too rich to make his own food, but he did bring it to you in bed on a tray.
That, was when you truly knew something about him was different.
He had gotten your number before ordering his own personal driver to get you home safely.
Two months later, he was flying you out to Vegas and wanting to get hitched.
And of course, you being the stupid, love struck and slightly drunk being that you are. You were actually considering it.
From the second he called you back and asked to take you out, he had showered you with gifts, affections and bloody good sex.
He took you to all the clubs he owned, hosted useless parties in all his hotels, used his name and reputation to get you both into free shit. Stupid wine tastings, yacht parties, fine restaurants, fashion shows, exhibitions, business expos that you mostly served as a side piece for him while he made business.
But you had so much fun. You would both giggle to each other, mocking the prissy, rich people around you. You’d buy a mini sticker handbook and go around sticking them on peoples clothes and have to hold your bladder as you watched him stick one on top of some bald guys head without being caught.
So much so that, your silly little heart had… actually fallen in love. “Can we still go on a honeymoon?”
He smiles wider now, moving closer to speak against your lips in a half-kiss, “Of course we can, my beautiful wife.”
You bring your arms around his neck and press a long kiss against his lips, “Well, then let’s do it, my beautiful husband.”
You didn’t even wait until the next day. You both just went out, bought his suit and a dress, woke Steve- Bucky’s second in command, and the rest of his crew to watch.
You were a little bummed that none of your friends were here to see it, all back home in New York, but it was an elopement, it wasn’t exactly meant for a crowd.
So, there you stood at the altar, looking into Bucky’s eyes with so much love and mostly lust. The words of the officiant going in one ear and out the other as you both stare at each other like you’re the only two people in the room.
The fat rock of a diamond nearly weighing your hand down. He had used the jackpot money from his previous winnings to buy it early this morning.
It’s only when he asks you if you take Bucky to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love, honour and comfort him and to keep him in sickness and health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live, that you finally pay attention.
“I do.” You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to contain your smile.
The officiant nods and before he can even get out the words, “You may-“
Bucky is pulling you towards him at full force and sticking his tongue down your throat. It’s an extremely heated and horny kiss and the sounds of his men whooping and cheering only encourage him more.
-
For your honeymoon, you decided on Europe. Well, it was mostly Bucky’s decision, begging you to go and that it wasn’t a dark and cold vampire continent like you had initially thought.
And he was right. Many places you travelled were fairly sunny and had the most gorgeous beaches.
Your favourites were Positano in Italy and Santorini in Greece.
Even though it was a honeymoon, many of Bucky’s men had accompanied the two of you there. Of course, they stayed in different rooms and took different cars, but they were always around. You’re certain it was for safety, but still… it’s a honeymoon.
And Bucky sometimes left you alone… to go work. You wondered where on earth he would go and what the hell he would possibly be doing. You figured maybe he had connections here? You wondered if that was part of the reason he begged to come here instead of staying in Hawaii for the full duration of your honeymoon. If this honeymoon was just an excuse for his business.
But you pushed those thoughts away when the next morning after he’d left, he’d always treat you with the best sex.
Your time in France was definitely the most romantic part of the honeymoon. Bucky had no business there so it seemed and instead of a big beach house, you had opted for a big, farm house castle in the fields.
Call it a comedown of the honeymoon. No long days in the hot sun, no salty hair, no sandy bodies. Just peace and quiet.
Domesticity, if you will.
There was a granny flat seperate to the house and all of Bucky’s men stayed there. It was big enough for all of them, and by the sounds of it, pretty fun. You’re sure it was just one big man cave and you were surprised at how little time Bucky spent with them.
No, you spent a lot of time together. Dancing, cooking, fucking. The sex was so much better here. It had… meaning? You don’t know what it was, it just felt different.
It wasn’t until one night, as you cooked dinner for the both of you and Bucky had come behind you and placed his hand over your stomach that you realised. You’re unsure if he did it on purpose or if it was purely an accident. But whatever the case, it made you feel… things.
And remember things too. What often came after marriage… on a honeymoon? Kids.
So, that night, as you straddled his lap in bed, your tongues dancing together as you softly grind your hips against his hardening boner.
You pull alway softly, placing kisses all over his face now and speaking in between the breaths you take, “What do you say… we create… the future heirs… of your empire?”
“What?” He softly laughs and you almost roll your eyes at his dense self.
“Babies, Bucky.” You laugh softly, bringing a hand down to grasp his length, missing the tentative look that washed over his face at the mention of kids, “Isn’t that what honeymoons are for?”
He looked at you softer now, sighing a little, “For real weddings. We got eloped, so it’s different.”
Your heart panged with sadness at his words. From the words themselves, the insinuation and also the conclusion that… he didn’t want kids?
You move off of his lap now, not a single part of your body touching him anymore, “So our wedding wasn’t real?”
“Baby, I never said that.” He grabs onto your hands, not missing the way your hands slightly pull back at the contact and he slightly curses himself for the way he’s made you feel, “Our wedding was just different, that’s all.” He tries to explain but it does no justice as you continue to avert your gaze from anywhere but him, “We rushed it. We don’t wanna rush something like this, do we?”
You look at him, observing the wholesomeness in his features and also the validity of his statement, pursing your lips and looking down to fiddle with the ring on your finger, “I guess not.”
“But I promise you, when we’re both ready and when the time is right, I’ll have all the babies in the world with you.” He pulls you closer by your hands and you collapse in his lap as he pulls your chin up to connect his lips to yours, “In the meantime-“
You let him fuck away the sadness that was eating at you that night. You wondered if he really meant what he said. Or if he thought you were just another hole to fuck… only permanently now that you were married hitched.
You wondered if you would ever have children. If his life was ever made for children. If this marriage would even last. You knew about being ‘married to the mob’ and how sometimes it would be more of a business deal, a move-up in the ranks, a sign of maturity. So that led you to wonder again, if he even truly loved you.
Well, from the way he was fucking you, it sure seemed like it.
-
Coming back from the honeymoon, you had moved into Bucky’s massive house, quit your job and took on the role as a loving trophy wife with full force.
You liked it for about a week. After that, you quickly grew bored.
You attended many more galas, this time with him glued to your side. No man even dared to look at you now. Some of them even seemed scared of you. And rightfully so. When you weren’t looking, Bucky would give every single one of them a piece of mind about who you now belonged to.
Your friends hated you for not inviting them to the wedding, but marvelled at the way you managed to pull Bucky. Like you said, these men weren’t made for proper wives. And you were still yet to figure out how Bucky was the exception to this.
Bucky worked every single day, from early mornings to late nights. Whether he was in his office at home, in his office at the tower, it didn’t matter. He was not to be distracted.
Of course, the odd couple of times came around when you had fulfilled that fantasy of interrupting him during work and he had bent you over his mahogany desk and fucked you senseless.
But lately, he’d been having constant meetings with his men, or Steve was in the room with him, or Sam was standing out the front door. Or he was just not home at all.
You knew it was probably just business as usual, but you couldn’t help but be a little concerned.
One night he even came home with a completely blood stained shirt that he’d brushed off completely, chucking it into the laundry room to be washed by one of the cleaners, before joining you in bed.
You asked no questions, just let him fuck all the pent up anger and guilt out of his system.
To be completely honest though, this new life of yours, moving into this big lavish house with a pool, a garden, a cinema and anything else you could think of in a rich persons house, it kept you occupied for a good while. So much so that you often didn’t realise how much time you were spending alone, without Bucky despite being newly married.
And once you had finally explored every nook and cranny of the house, Bucky began showering you in gifts and clothes, shoes and bags, things to further distract you of his absence. Though you already had many shoes and bags, it was hardly enough to fill half of the walk in wardrobe connected to your bedroom.
Your friends had visited plenty and you gave them yours of them house. You planned on inviting them over all year round, especially since by the looks of things, you were probably going to need their company. However, Bucky had explained to you how things at work were getting rough and just for a while, you would need to lay low.
You’re unsure what exactly this meant, if someone was after you specifically or if it was just a threat that Bucky was being cautious of. Either way you had obliged. What you didn’t expect though was to basically be kept on full lockdown until it was safe.
You had picked up every hobby under the sun to fill the time. You rearranged the furniture of the house at least twice a week. You colour coordinated nearly everything- clothes, books, dinnerware, pots and pans. You had read nearly every book in the house, including some of the stupid business/finance books in Bucky’s office.
There were times when he would take you out to dinner, but he always seemed on edge and Steve and Sam were always sitting at the next table over. It felt more like a meeting than a dinner.
Then they had come to an abrupt end and now you can’t remember the last time he had taken you out.
You knew he was keeping you out of his business, but God, it was beginning to be painful. You were just constantly left in the dark, whenever you asked about it, he would just tell you not to worry and change the subject. When you asked any of his men, they would shift uncomfortably and just stutter and stammer over their words until you eventually left the poor men alone.
Men were often stationed at main entrances of your house too so you couldn’t even sneak anyone in or out.
The endless gifts he showered you with were no longer enough. They were meaningless to you now, which pained you to say because they were so expensive, but you knew it was his way of shutting you up.
You would’ve thought he was cheating on you if it wasn’t for the fact that he was always willing to fuck you when he got home. He would also always text you with updates, little ‘be home late tonight, sorry honey :(‘, or ‘leaving work now, do you want takeout?’ or your fav, ‘tony was being a bitch. be home soon <3’
One night, however, he hadn’t sent a text. You were worried, tempted to call his phone or flick a text to Steve or Sam asking if they knew what was up. But you left it. Figuring it was still early and if it had hit 10pm, then you would start making calls.
You still had security on patrol, who would probably know of your husbands whereabouts, but they were at the front gates and you were already nestled in bed and really did not feel like making the trek down there anyway.
To pass the time, you put on a show. Just a few episodes of Stranger Things.
Though it helped to pass the time, it sure didn’t stop you from thinking about him. Every few minutes you’d check the clock to make sure it hadn’t hit 10 yet.
It had to be about 5 minutes before hitting 10 when you heard the front door faintly shut.
You thought he’d make himself comfortable in the kitchen, fixing himself some food or some alcohol. What you didn’t expect was for him to come straight upstairs, eyes half closed and completely disheveled.
You had to hold back a laugh as he fell face forward into your stomach, taking a deep breath as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Long day?”
He lifts his head up tiredly and playfully glares at you, “You don’t even know.” And he dropped his head back down.
You pouted, feeling the weight of his head against your stomach indicated just how tired he was.
“Maybe you should take a day off tomorrow… and we can hang out,” You suggest, fingers now massaging his head and you swear you feel him pur like a cat at the feeling. He just scoffs at the suggestion and you frown, “Do you ever get a day off?”
“Maybe Christmas?” He mumbled and you furrow your brows.
“We’ve barely spent a full day together since our honeymoon.” You note softly, not trying to guilt trip him or anything, just… persuading him, “What’s one day?”
“A lot of fucking paperwork and a pain in my ass?” He lifts his head now and rests his chin in between the valley of your tits, using your right boob as a pillow as he tilts his head and rests against it.
“Yeah, but you get to spend it with you darling wife so it’s totally worth it.” You smile cheekily, and he rolls his eyes, “Just one day and I’ll leave you alone until Christmas… or until I get really needy.”
“You’re always needy.” He pinches your side and you squirm and squeal.
“So, is that a yes?” You ask and he purses his lips for a moment, “Please, please, please, please, please-“
“Alright!” He groans loudly, “Now shut up and let me sleep.”
You smile to yourself as he closes his eyes. Finally! You get to spend more than 24 hours with your husband!
You sigh to yourself in contempt, before realising, Bucky’s still in his work suit and already half asleep. You quickly get to work in undressing him so that he can at least have a comfortable sleep in.
But of course, you undressing him had brought out the horny monster inside him and he was fucking you into the mattress before you could even kiss him goodnight.
-
Finally getting to wake up, via your own body clock and not at 5am by Bucky’s alarm, and be spooned by Bucky, was something you wished you could do every morning.
After fucking each other to sleep last night, you had barely separated the whole night.
Your body clock woke you at around 8am and you were surprised Bucky hadn’t already woke yet. But you were glad to see him at rest for once, he looked like he needed it and he looked so much at peace when he slept.
You kind of spent a good 10 minutes just watching him sleep, admiring his pretty face, before deciding you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed like he did for you when you first met.
It was a challenge to untangle yourself from him without waking him but you managed. He was in too deep of a slumber to even notice but that still didn’t stop him from gripping onto you with all his might.
You tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs all the way to the empty kitchen.
Before you had both slept last night, Bucky texted all the house workers and told them to take the day off. Even security were cut short.
It felt somewhat weird coming downstairs to an empty house. There was usually, almost always, another presence lurking around the house, cleaning, cooking or guarding.
It felt nice. Like this was actually your home. Even though it literally is, it just never felt like it until right now.
You quickly got to work in the kitchen, familiarising yourself with all the ingredients. You didn’t know what to cook with all the options you had at hand, so you just made everything.
Bacon and scrambled eggs, pancakes and chopped fruit can never go wrong.
You were almost done, you cooked nearly everything all at the same time so that one thing wouldn’t go cold while you cooked the other.
This was his only day off and probably his only ever chance at a proper breakfast, it had to be perfect.
Which is why when you heard him enter the kitchen, you used every single fibre and might in your body to push him back upstairs.
He had come up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder, making you gasp and spin around, “No! Go back to bed.” You reach up and cover his eyes, walking him backwards.
“Why?” He laughs and unclasps your hands from his eyes despite your efforts to keep them there.
You just pout as he takes a strawberry in his mouth, “I wanted to surprise you.”
“I am surprised.” He defends, motioning to the sight before him.
You roll your eyes, going back to the stove top to make sure nothings burning, “Yeah, but ever heard of a sleep in and breakfast in bed? It’s like, better than sex.”
You place the perfectly round pancakes onto the plate, followed by the eggs and the bacon.
When you turn back around, Bucky’s placing spurts of whipped cream onto the pancake before looking down at you suggestively, “What if you combine the two?”
You know what he’s hinting at, but part of you wants to punish him for ruining the surprise… even if it wasn’t entirely his fault, “Bacon and eggs and pancakes?” You ask dumbly, purposely misinterpreting the question. With your index finger, you scoop up a small amount of the cream and bring it to your lips, sucking it off and giving Bucky the best for eyes you can muster and it takes everything in you not to smile when you see his breath visibly hitch at the sight, “I don’t think that’ll taste as good as you think.”
Before you can even blink, he’s bending to pick you up by you thighs and throw you over his shoulder. You squeal and smack his ass as he turns around, grabbing the plate of food and the can of whipped cream before heading for the bedroom.
“Please don’t drop me!” You wrap your arms around his waist and feel his stomach contract and tighten as he lets out a small laugh.
It’s a wonder to you how he manages to walk up the stairs with you over his shoulder and the plate of food in his other free hand. Bucky wonders himself how he managed to restrain himself with your cute ass wiggling against his cheek.
Setting the plate of food onto the ottoman at the end of the bed, he lays you down against the soft mattress and you fall with a soft ‘oof’, smiling up at your husband when you both observe the dishevelled looks you both already wear.
Grabbing him by his neck, you pull him down to meet your lips in a very heated kiss. It’s so sweet, and you can taste the maple syrup in his mouth from when he’d licked some off the plate as he was carrying you to the bedroom.
You hum at the taste, finding yourself still licking your lips even as he pulls away, to get every last drop. As he brings the plate of food closer to the bed, he pulls out the can of whipped cream he’d stuffed into the band of sweats and you can’t help but laugh at his method of transportation.
Looking up, however, you see the once-cerulean eyes now a dark navy and take the hint as to where this is going.
Slipping your top off, you watch in delight as his eyes fly to your tits. Almost immediately, he brings the tip of the whipped cream van over your nipple, squirting a dollop of cream over each bud.
Poking a tongue out to lick at your lips, you bite your bottom lip as he brings his mouth down to lick the cream off your tits clean.
You squeal softly at the sensation of his mouth around your tit.
Figuring he was just unable to contain his urges, he squirted cream back over each of your nipples before bringing it down the nape of your stomach.
As he reaches the waistline of your pants, he takes it upon himself to shed you of your booty shorts, marvelling at how you went commando. Easier access for him, less fabric to ruin.
Placing a small kiss over your clit, he sprays one little spiral of cream over the little bud before finally marvelling at his work.
He groans as he takes you all in, fully bare before him and covered in sweet, fluffy cream.
Bringing your leg up to rest in his shoulder, he bites your calf, resisting the urge to just devour you whole.
“Don’t tease,” You beg, softly nudging his head with your foot. He glared at you playfully as your foot now massages his scalp and he quickly grabs your foot before biting a toe and making you scream. “Hey, unfair, why am I the only one naked?”
“Because,” He starts, grabbing his phone and snapping a quick photo before you can even cover up- but you don’t mind, you know it’ll be for his eyes only. After throwing his phone back onto the bed, he kneels down on the ground to come face to face with your cream covered pussy, “I’m a bit of a messy eater.” He smiles wickedly before diving into your cunt, your hands flying to his hair as he laps up the cream from your clit.
Let’s just say there were two types of creams that had entered your body that morning.
-
On top of Bucky’s load, the breakfast you had made had you absolutely stuffed. So much so that you had to untie the waistband of your pants to accomodate for your bloat.
“What do we do now?” You ask once Bucky finishes the rest of the food for you and places the empty plate on his bedside table.
“Mmm, I’m perfectly fine staying like this forever.” He pulls you closer to his side and reaches for the glass of orange juice you had fetched him after he absolutely destroyed your pussy.
“Me too.” You sigh, “But it’s your one day off and I’m not letting you spend it in bed.” Even though it lowkey pained you to move, you were only losing daylight by laying in bed, “Come on.” You pulled his hand to follow you into the shower.
And God, the sex drive on this man. You’d think that after cumming in your mouth and in your stomach only half an hour ago would’ve drained him out. But no, he lasted another two rounds in the shower.
You loved it.
-
It was kinda stupid to shower, seeing as you both jumped into the pool straight after.
It was the first time you ever used the pool. You just never had anyone to swim with before and you found no use in swimming alone. Plus, you weren’t sure you would’ve been comfortable swimming alone, with Bucky’s men watching over you… You also doubt that Bucky would’ve even let you do so if that was the case.
You had races to see who could swim the fastest, breath holding contests, marco polo, after that tired you out, you both sunbaked on the pool chairs for a bit.
You eventually ended up joining him on his chair so that you could both cuddle as you got to know each other more. It was very strange telling it how it was. Getting to know each other. To be fair, you’d only known each other for about two months before getting married. Really, you hardly knew anything about each other.
You only just found out his birthday, his parents names, his favourite colour and what he wanted to be when he grew up. And vice versa.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the sounds of Bucky’s stomach grumbling, you knew it had to have hit lunchtime by now.
Without a word, you got up off of his warm body and slipped your sandals on.
“Where are you going now?” He asks, completely dumbfounded as you run down to the garden.
“Hold on!” You yell back before disappearing out of sight. Bucky had counted the seconds that you were gone, panicking a little when it hit 2 minutes and 30 seconds. He sat up in his chair, keeping a close eye on the stairs that led down to the garden. If something happened to you this early, he’d be a dead man- “Lunch?” You ask, coming into view with a small basket full of…
“Cherry tomatoes?” Bucky asks with a laugh. There were other ingredients buried in there but the tomatoes were the most prominent item.
“I’ll make a pasta.” You shrug simply.
Bucky smiled to himself as he followed you back inside the house. He got lucky with you. Real lucky.
Maybe his job wasn’t so bad after all.
-
The pasta you’d made was demolished faster than you had made it. Bucky truly was a starved man. You guessed it was because he just wasn’t used to proper meals and was relishing in it while he could. You only had a few bites off his plate, still not enough room from breakfast.
But you would happily make Bucky food for the rest of his life if he asked you to. Something about it just made you happy, seeing him enjoy something you created gave you a lot of pleasure.
Maybe it was the housewife in you, you remember being told that your mother had always provided well for everyone. Maybe you inherited that trait.
After lunch, you’d both showered again. Completely innocent this time. Aside from Bucky’s lingering hands, you were both too tired to fuck again, let alone in the shower.
The time was only just hitting 2pm when you had both gotten out of the shower. So far you had no other plans in mind, but it didn’t matter anyway because Bucky had pulled you into bed to cuddle… and you both slowly fell asleep.
“We really shouldn’t nap.” You almost tried to fight it, despite the heavy weight of your eyelids.
It was his day off, remember! By the time you wake up it’ll probably be dark out and that’s like 5 hours of day light wasted!
But God, you were tired.
“Shhh, sleep.” Bucky yawns and pulls you closer.
You huff but finally give in, your eyelids winning the battle and plunging you into sleep.
-
You woke up to kisses pressed to your forehead, blinking your eyes up at the man before you as he had you engulfed in his arms.
He smiled down at you as you rubbed your eyes, “Good sleep?”
“Like a baby.” You moaned, stretching your limbs and almost orgasming from the feeling. “What time is it?” You ask and look over his shoulder at the analog clock sitting on his bedside. 6:06pm.
“What’s for dinner, lovely housewife?”
Shit. You forgot all about dinner, “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it.”
As you both went silence in thought, it was strange. It was like you both unconsciously knew that you were both too tired to go out for dinner. Even though it would’ve been lovely and it was what you had hoped for when you planned this day off last night, you didn’t realise the extent of how tired you’d be after all your shenanigans.
“We could always get take out?” You smile as if Bucky had read your mind. Because, well, he did. You didn’t feel like cooking either and even if you did, you had no idea what.
“And watch a movie?” You add.
“Sounds good to me.”
-
Takeout choice for the night was a fuck ton of Chinese. Plus one pepperoni pizza because you had mentioned a slight craving for it as well as the Chinese and Bucky was jumping for the phone to order it. He said it was a ‘thank you for the good sex this morning’.
“What’s your favourite movie?” You ask, skimming through the movies, unsure of what to pick.
“I can’t remember the last time I watched a movie.” Bucky shrugs and you gape at him in shock. You couldn’t say you were surprised, given his lifestyle and the fact that he hardly saw you, how on earth would he be able to sit and watch a movie whenever he liked, “You pick, show me something I’ve missed out on.” He squeezes the ankle that wrests over his lap as you ponder the choices on the screen.
“Harry Potter?”
It was a classic. Nothing cheesy like a rom-com or, to put it realistically, something that Bucky would fall asleep through. It had lots of talking points and points of discussion plus, sequels as well in case you could have another one of these day offs and continue the movie series.
A girl can only dream.
-
After the movie had ended, you and Bucky had put away all the leftovers, figuring he could eat it for lunch tomorrow- adding it to the rest of the leftover food you had cooked for him today.
He gave you a piggy back all the way up to the bedroom after massaging your feet all throughout the movie. But then he threw you off his shoulder and into the bed and pretended to wrestle you so that was fun while it lasted.
Once more, you both showered together before finally, finally going to bed.
But of course, you were glued to his side the second you got underneath the covers.
It had to be your favourite position ever. Better than any sex position. It just felt nice to be in his arms. He was always so warm, and so big and strong and protective. It was nice.
“Thank you for today.” He presses many kisses into your hair and you smile, looking up at him before reaching up and placing a kiss on his lips.
“We should do it more often.”
“I’ll try.” He sighs and looks a little remorseful, knowing no matter how hard he’ll try, he probably will never, ever be able to do this again.
But you don’t know that.
You just offer a small smile in return, bringing a hand up to smooth out the frown lines on his precious face, “It’s okay, I get it.”
But you don’t, Bucky thinks. If only you did. It would make his life 10x easier.
-
Bucky would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous walking back into the office after his one day off.
As he passed by employees, they almost seemed surprised to see him… but mostly scared as per usual.
When he’d entered the main office space where the rest of his higher up coworkers were, he couldn’t deny the feeling of his heart dropping at the soft glare Tony had sent him.
“Heard you had a little day off.” He sighed, scribbling signatures on a few papers in front of him.
Bucky almost stuttered if it wasn’t for Steve giving him an encouraging nod. Don’t lie to Tony, stand your ground, was what it meant.
“She wanted me to.” He defended, and Tony quirked up a brow, almost challenging Bucky’s inference that you had control over him, “I felt bad, she’s just stuck in that house all by herself everyday. Plus it got her off my case.”
The last part of his statement seemed to have sufficed for Tony, as he just pursed his lips before opening up a rather thick file and laying its contents all over the conference table.
“Well, here’s the shit you missed.”
-
“How was yesterday?” Steve asks Bucky as they drive around the city, running errands.
“Good. Really good, actually.” Bucky smiles to himself, reminiscing on the day off he’d had 24 hours ago, “She made me breakfast in bed, then we fucked, then we showered… and fucked again.” Steve rolled his eyes but smiled, he couldn’t lie, that did sound pretty good, “Went swimming, then she made lunch, then we napped. Then we got takeout and watched a movie.” He finally concluded, “It was good.”
Steve glanced over at him for a second before averting his eyes back to the road. The smile on Bucky’s face and the way he had looked off longingly out the window told Steve everything he needed to know about you.
“You love her.” Steve states, matter of factly.
Bucky readjusts in his seat, sighing, “Love gets you killed. I like her.”
“Tony’s gonna figure it out eventually.” Steve shakes his head, almost beratingly, “You can’t let your feelings get in the way of this mission. Because they will… they already have.”
“I just said I like her.” Bucky lightly snaps, before remembering who he’s talking to. Steve’s just looking out for him and he’s right… “What do you think I should do?”
“Take a step back… act as if Tony’s around whenever you’re with her.” Bucky looks at him like he can’t be serious. But he knew it was valuable advice. “Look, it’ll not only help with the act, but if you really like her so much, it might even keep her safe. People will see that she doesn’t mean as much to you as they thought and they won’t use her against you.” Steve offers and Bucky sighs again, a trait he had become much accustomed to. “Just until it’s over.”
“Who’s to say she’ll still want me when it’s over?”
-
Bucky had basically resumed his schedule of work. From 6am to 6pm, gone and unreachable unless for extreme emergencies.
You guessed it was okay though. He had his one day off and you were grateful. You knew, in his world, it was kind of a lot to ask for, a whole day off from work, so you were very thankful. But you couldn’t help but slowly fall back into that slum of longing and loneliness.
So, whenever Bucky was home after work, you tried to steer into the direction of another movie or even sex. Anything other than just him coming straight to bed or going straight into his office.
“Hey,” You’d caught him in the kitchen after he’d come home one night. He must’ve thought you were asleep or something because the way he jumped when he saw you.
“You scared me.” He laughs a little before shutting the fridge and heating up the dinner you had cooked earlier.
“Sorry.” You kiss his cheek and try to ignore how tense he felt, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”
For a split second, you swear you believe he’s gonna say yes. Even he looks like he’s gonna say yes. But he quickly remembers what Steve had told him about a week ago and shakes his head softly, “Not tonight, Y/N. I got a lot of work to catch up on.”
“Oh.” You say softly, “Okay, that’s okay.”
He just smiled at you in thanks before taking his food out of the microwave and heading for his office.
In all truth, it wasn’t fucking okay. He just got home from work and now he’s… catching up on more work? What the fuck had he done at work then? Also, he runs a fucking mob how much work does he really need to do?
You know he co owns a bunch of hotels and restaurants and taxi companies but God, are there not other men? What about Steve? Does he do any work? Because by the looks of it, Bucky’s doing fucking everything.
Those were the thoughts that had raised amidst your little… tantrum. You had calmed down a little after an hour since Bucky got home and denied your offer to watch a movie together.
It was now nearing midnight and you were getting tired. Bucky still hadn’t come to bed yet and you were getting worried.
So you quickly threw on your gown, tried to make yourself look a little skimpy to at least… attract him into coming to bed. You were way too tired to do any work in that matter but if it got him to bed, then so be it.
You made your way to his office and knocked on the door softly before allowing yourself in.
He was looking quizzically at his computer screen for a quick moment, an almost panicked expression taking over his features when he saw you walk in. If only you’d known what he’d been doing on that computer. Totally wasn’t looking over years worth of your Dad’s digital banking history.
What you did see however, was the way he carelessly averted his eyes away from you. Hardly even acknowledging you. His wife. Just a reminder.
Sheepishly, you wait at the door now. Initially you planned on literally seducing him to come to bed. But now, now you felt a little insecure. Like he was annoyed at you. But you have no idea what you did and that was the most frustrating thing.
Maybe he just had a bad day.
“Are you coming to bed?” You ask, nails softly tapping against the wood of his door.
Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he just mumbles, “Not yet. Later.”
Your heart pangs with sadness and you just nod softly, “Okay… Goodnight.” When he just nods his head in reply, you feel like crying. He didn’t even have the decency to say it back?
You make no intention of pushing it though, leaving the office to trudge back to your cold and lonely bedroom.
It took you a while to fall asleep. Not particularly unusual as of late, but it felt a lot stronger tonight. Usually you’d be half asleep at around 11 and then when Bucky would eventually come home and join you in bed is when you’d finally fall asleep. So it doesn’t take a genius to figure the common denominator here.
Opening your eyes with a heavy sigh and confirming that Bucky was still yet to come to bed, you rolled over to your bedside table, the little digital clock flashed 1:24am.
Sitting up now, you squint your eyes at the hall outside of the bedroom, squinting to try and find any light from downstairs. You threw the blanket off your body when it was nothing but pitch black.
Tiptoeing along the cold floor of the upstairs, you tightened your robe… it was a comfort thing, felt more secure.
He was definitely shocked to see you awake and roaming the house at this hour, and he almost fled the kitchen when he saw you walk in if it weren’t for the half eaten breakfast in front of him.
Masking the fact that you were quite nervous for this confrontation, you made your way to the kettle and boiled yourself some water to make some tea.
As it boiled and as you got the contents ready for your mug, you spoke to him with your back turned, “Did you come to bed last night?” Of course, you knew the answer. But you wanted him to say it.
It’s a little silent for a moment and you wonder if he’d disappeared from the kitchen just to avoid the question.
“No.” He grunts, almost like he’s uncomfortable at the confession- because he knows it was wrong, “I fell asleep.”
Turning around now, your lower back resting against the edge of the counter, you just stare him down. You don’t know what you’re looking for, maybe the ring on his finger making sure it’s still there or a hickey in his neck from another woman.
It’s a rather uncomfortable stare, mostly for him than for you and it’s only when he starts to shift in his seat that you finally speak, “Is there something wrong?” Your arms cross over your chest and he finally looks up at you, “Did I do something?”
You think for a second that he’s going to apologise. To realise the effect his attitude is having on you and your perception of your marriage. You’re hesitant to confidently say it in the instance that you’re wrong, but it almost looks like he’s having some internal battle with himself.
But that idea is much short lived when he just averts his gaze back down to his plate and continues picking at his food, “No. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, when you act like you hate me, I’m gonna worry about it.” You scoff. You couldn’t help it, the words kinda just came out. Your anger kinda overtook you for a moment there and… it felt good.
Until, of course, Bucky stood from the stool he was seated at, the legs of the chair scraping harshly against the floor with a loud screech, “I don’t hate you.” He says simply, grabbing his keys out of his pockets, “I gotta go.”
That night, Bucky didn’t come home. You didn’t expect anything less to be honest, even though you should’ve… he totally didn’t hate you, remember?
-
Waking up alone was no surprise to you as of late. Stretching your limbs across the whole bed, you sighed blissfully as you remembered what day it was.
Maybe there was good reason why Bucky wasn’t in bed today.
Throwing the blanket off of your body, you made your way to the unusually shut door. You don’t remember shutting it last night, nor did you ever really shut the door- but you hoped this was all part of the surprise.
Except, if that was the case, why was it locked? “What the fuck?” You curse, twisting the knob more aggressively now before it’s being unlocked from the other side.
You didn’t even know the door had a lock- let alone from the outside, that just makes no sense.
The door opens and you step back a little as Sam peeks his head in, “Bucky’s in a meeting.”
“So?”
“You’re not allowed downstairs.”
Blinking at him with an ‘are you serious?’ look, you huff in disbelief, “I need to eat.”
“Just read a book for an hour and you can have all the food in the world.” He says simply before shutting the door in your face.
-
Sam had knocked on your door exactly an hour later, giving you the okay to come downstairs. You were hesitant, but when he told you Bucky was still wrapping up, you just pushed past him and headed straight for the kitchen, Sam hot on your trail telling you to slow down.
You didn’t listen. You were angry. And rightfully so.
You made yourself breakfast to finally settle your stomach and ate in silence as Sam patrolled the kitchen. Neither of you said anything, you just scrolled through your phone and ate passive aggressively.
Right on time, as you were just finishing up your meal, you heard Steve and Bucky’s footsteps approaching. Without missing a beat, without even acknowledging him in the slightest, you stood from your chair, emptied your plate and put it in the sink with a loud clank. You grabbed your phone off the counter and walked past Bucky without a word.
Bucky just rolls his eyes before chasing after you. You’re long gone by the time he looks for you, by the slam of the bedroom door, he figures where you are though, so he doesn’t have to look far.
He doesn’t bother knocking, just enters and immediately starts explaining himself to you, despite your turned back to him, “Look, you married into this life on your own accord and I vowed to protect you. So when I have to keep you upstairs, just know that it’s for your own safety-“
“I don’t care that you kept me upstairs!” It’s only when you speak that he realises your crying. You’re still turned away from him but the fault in your voice and the way you’ve wiped at your eyes is indicative of such. He’s left pretty speechless, unsure of what it is he’s done to upset you so, if it wasn’t the fact that he basically had you locked upstairs,“You forgot my fucking birthday.”
Bucky feels his heart drop to his stomach. Your birthday? He didn’t even know it was your birthday. Well, he… Okay, he forgot, but you only told him like once and it was like a while ago. He guessed that’s what happens when you marry someone you’ve only know for 2 months but still, he should’ve remembered to have write it down somewhere… you know, to make it seem real.
But part of him does feel bad. A big part of him actually. To have your birthday forgotten? On top of that being locked in your room the second you wake up… on your birthday.
“I’m sorry.” He speaks softer now, slowly approaching you, “I didn’t… know.”
You feel him get closer and you’re basically cornered now. You don’t exactly blame him for not knowing, but it still hurt. You would’ve thought the circled date on his calendar in his office would’ve at least helped him remember.
You almost jump at the feeling of his hands wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back to him. He hugs you from behind and you wipe the stray tears that have soaked your face.
It’s the first time you’ve cried in front of him.
Part of you believes that this is more than just him not knowing your birthday. It’s everything. It’s the being locked up in the house all day, never having any alone time because there’s always one of his men around, nothing to do, barely seeing him. The birthday part was just the cherry on top.
For about three years since your parents died, you had spent those birthdays alone. You weren’t ready to go out and celebrate without them just yet. They always made sure you’d had the best birthday, always topping the last. But when they had died, you lost all that and had nothing to replace it. Those three birthdays were spent locked up in your room all day, buried in your blankets with the lights off and the curtains drawn until the day passed.
The other part of you believes that’s why it’s hitting you so hard. Because in the last two years, you had gotten out of that behaviour. You would go all out for your birthday at fancy clubs, got spoilt rotten by people you didn’t even know.
So from the moment you woke up this morning, the coldness of the room as you sat in the middle of the big bed, all alone. It was hard.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He speaks into your hair, kissing the side of your ear, “We can go out tonight. Anywhere you like.” He promises and you smile softly.
Maybe you were just being silly. It wasn’t entirely his fault. He was a busy man, he’d probably forget his own birthday if it weren’t for you or Steve.
He’d called off the rest of his work things for the rest of the day and spent it with you instead. Because you weren’t going out until later tonight, you both decided to spend the remaining of the day inside.
Basically a repeat of that one time he got a day off, except today you didn’t have to do any cooking. But everything else was all the same, the fucking, the pool, the movie. Somehow, he ended up picking out gifts from you without even leaving your side, Pietro dropping them off as you continued to watch the movie.
The movie long forgotten by the time Bucky came around the couch with boxes and bags stacked on top of each other. Each gift seemingly more expensive than the next. You didn’t need any of it- nor did you really hold it over Bucky’s head that you needed to be spoiled. But you really didn’t expect anything less from him and it did feel nice… after the week you’d just had.
Your favourite thing that he’d gifted you had to be the Tiffany bracelet. Or the cooking apron, or the necklace with the letter ‘B’ on it, or the framed pictures of your ‘wedding’, or the Dior handbag, or the Hot Chick black and red Louboutins or the Hot Chick Plume Louboutins and the black Skims dress to go with it for tonight.
Or maybe the sex.
He made sure it was all about you, never not once focusing on pleasuring himself. Let you sit on his face and then tore you apart until it was almost too much.
Safe to say, that was definitely the best gift and you were able to get the best post-sex nap afterwards as well before going out for dinner… and then reliving what had happened only a few hours ago.
Falling onto his warm chest, you heave a blissful sigh as he runs his hands over your hair. You roll your hips one last time and clench around him as he twitches inside you, collecting every last bit of cum that’s leaking out of him.
He groans momentarily before placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Happy Birthday, baby.”
Yeah. Definitely the best gift.
-
“You have to try and keep your distance.”
“What?” Bucky asks, a little nervous at the stern look across Tony’s face.
“Rumlow wants to kill her.” Tony says matter of factly, as if it doesn’t mean as much as it does, “Or at least torture the information out of her or ransom the money out of us.”
‘Motherfucker’, is what Bucky thinks, but is too smart to say out loud for Tony to hear. Shifting nervously in the conference room chair, he thinks over his words, “Why should I keep my distance? If anything I should stay closer to her-“
“You’re already too close to her. Rumlow knows you ‘care’ about her now so he’s put a target on her. If you stay too close now, we can’t get him where we want him.”
“You’re not using her as bait.” Bucky speaks a little too fast for his mind to comprehend what he just said, and it takes Tony’s furrowed brows and menacing eyes for Bucky to realise his mistake, “It-it’ll be too dangerous… f-for her.” He quickly covers up, but it’s probably no use at the way he stammered over his words and kept averting his gaze.
“We have no choice.” Tony says, tilting his head a little now as he observes Bucky at the end of the table, “What does it matter? It’s not like she means anything to us.” He knows what he’s doing with his words, knows he’s trying to sus Bucky out of a confession or something, but he saves him the humiliation and just shakes his head, “Bucky-“
“I know.”
“Remember what you’re doing this for. If you can’t finish this mission-“
“I can.” Bucky’s heart drops to his stomach, not brave enough to hear the rest of Tony’s threat. Look, it didn’t matter how close Tony was to Bucky and the rest of his men- how much he presented himself as a father figure as their leader, Tony had expectations and if you didn’t meet them…
“Her father started this war. If it wasn’t for the money he left me, it would end with her.” He reminds Bucky, “And if we can’t find that money, then it will- and you along with her.”
That meeting had basically set Bucky straight again the day after your birthday. Of course, Tony had heard all about Bucky’s clearing of plans and the dinner he’d taken you out too.
He’d only heard of it because of the file that showed up in his desk the next morning of pictures of the two of you at said restaurant. Tony was no idiot, he knew who took the pictures- also the signed name on the back of the envelope in bright red pen also a clear indication. ‘Brock Rumlow’.
So, just as you thought you’d repaired the pothole in your relationship with Bucky, little did you know that would all come crashing back down on you.
He had, of course, returned back to work as per usual. That should’ve been your first indication that nothing had really changed. In a perfect world, you would’ve hoped he’d maybe stayed an extra hour or two in the morning to make up for what he’d missed the previous morning- but no.
No, it’ll probably be a while until you would happily wake up in the arms of your ‘loving’ and ‘devoted’ husband.
-
Your ears prick up at the sound of Bucky’s car pulling up to the driveway so early. It’s only about 5pm- usually he wouldn’t finish until 6, then get home at 10 if you were lucky.
Entering through the front door, he looked no different from what he usually did. Stressed and tired- maybe tonight… a little scared?
“Hey,” You speak softly, so as to not overstimulate him the second he walks into the house.
He turns his attention to you and his gaze lingers on you a little longer and a little stranger than you were used to. You couldn’t read his features- nor what he was thinking but it was very peculiar.
He then smiles softly, breaking out of his trance, before heading for the kitchen without a word.
Your furrow your brows, utterly confused. More so at his lack of affection than anything else, despite how used to it you had found yourself. God, isn’t that so fucking wrong? You’re used to your husband not being affectionate?
An idea popped into your head, though you weren’t sure how well it would fly, you figured it was best to give it a shot and at least let him know that you’re still trying.
Joining him in the kitchen, he drinks from a bottle of some alcohol in the fridge. Wincing from the taste, he catches you in his peripheral and you’re almost certain you startled him.
He just purses his lips as he screws the lid back on the bottle, barely paying you any more mind as he shuts the fridge.
Leaning tentatively against the counter, you subconsciously fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness, “Did you… wanna go somewhere tonight?”
Looking at you, it’s so hard for you to read his face tonight. Even harder for him as he suffers with an internal battle, on one hand wanting to indulge in your sweet offerings and be the loving husband he vowed to be- on the other, the words from Tony’s meeting burned into his skin.
Plus the envelope from Brock. He couldn’t take that risk again. Bucky felt a lot of emotions he didn’t know he had when he’d seen that shitty photo of you and him sitting at the restaurant from your birthday. The red dot from the pen of a marker drawn over your head like a fucking sniper target as you lovingly look at Bucky was what really set him off.
If anything, he was doing this to protect you now.
“I’m going to a dinner with Steve… business thing.” He quickly lies, praying to God that you don’t catch the lie despite his horrible attempt at keeping his ground. Ever since the meeting with Tony, he’d been on edge the whole day. The threat ringing through his ears almost every time he thought about you or looked at you.
“I can’t come?” You ask with a sarcastic laugh. You liked Steve and you wouldn’t mind joining them for dinner, even if they discussed business the whole night.
But Bucky’s silence and lack of amusement unsettles you.
“We went out the other day.” He shrugs and you blink bemusedly at him.
It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and you begin to feel your blood boil as he fails to redeem himself.
“So- I have limits on the amount of days I can leave the house?”
The way your eyes darken and the volume of your voice increases causes alarm bells to go off inside Bucky’s head, “Y/N-“
“I’m like your fucking hostage at this point.” You continue, only getting angry and louder, “What? I get treated to one night out a week? Do I need a fucking punch card to keep track of each one?”
“Everything I do is to keep you safe!” Bucky snaps, matching the same volume of your own voice, “All my meetings, every day at work, they’re the reason you’re still alive. By all means, take a walk outside by yourself, see what happens.”
It’s a screaming match now and you’re glad your house square footage is too big for any neighbour to hear you at the moment.
“Maybe I will. And hopefully get kidnapped by someone, probably’ll get better treatment than I do here!”
“Be fucking grateful.” He steps towards you and you surprise yourself when you don’t flinch, “You wouldn’t last a minute without me.”
“I do it every fucking day.” You spit back.
He roughly grabs your left hand, holding it up and showing your wedding band on full display, “What’s this then, huh?”
“A poor excuse of a fucking marriage.” You harshly pull your hand out of his grasp, “If anything, I’d be better off without you!”
For a second, the splittest of seconds, you swear you see his face falter and you worry that you went too far. But let’s be real, he took it too far the second he grabbed your hand which your sure has left a red imprint around your wrist.
“Oh! Is that what you think?” He laughs, chest heaving as you both breathe heavily from running out breath, “Okay.” He nods, backing away from you as he goes to leave the kitchen- in the process, knocking over a glass vase that housed some flowers he’d bought you on your birthday.
You flinch a little as the glass shatters on the floor, but it only makes you more heated as you follow after him, “Yeah, fuck off to your stupid dinner with your boyfriend!”
The slam of the front door almost prompts the tears that waited patiently at your waterline to spill over the edge. You aggressively wipe them away- not allowing yourself to cry over whatever the hell that was.
Maybe it was your fault for escalating it so quickly, but you couldn’t live like this.
Re-entering the kitchen, you tiptoe through the shards of broken glass that litters the floor and make quick work of cleaning up the mess he’d left in his wake of destruction.
Those were your favourite flowers.
-
“We had a bad fight.” Bucky sighs as he downs his second whiskey in the 5 minutes that he’s already been at Steve’s house, “Tony would’ve castrated me for letting her talk to me the way she did. Now she probably thinks I’m cheating on her or something… well, maybe thinks I’m cheating on her with you.”
Steve chuckles softly as he reloads his gun on the TV screen of whatever game they’re playing, “Really?”
Bucky nods, surprisingly not as embarrassed to confess the harsh words he’d let you say to him in the fight, “She called you my boyfriend. She was probably just angry.”
As Bucky pretty much allows his character to be shot dead, Steve looks over at his slumped form on the couch. He feels bad for him, he really does. Bucky’s obviously his best friend and he knows Bucky would never have wanted any of this to happen… you know, in real life.
“It’ll be over soon.” Steve assures Bucky with a promising look, knowing how much faith they both had in each other, “Once Tony finalises the plan, we’ll be able to get the money.”
“What about Rumlow?”
“He doesn’t stand a fucking chance, Buck, come on. He’s already lost, I don’t even know why he bothers.” Steve huffs
“It’s a lot of money.” Bucky answers for Steve, sighing heavily as he basically rethinks his entire life, “I just don’t want her hurt.”
Steve just nods, holding back from saying anything else because he knows it may not be the best of help for Bucky at this time. Instead, he just refills Bucky’s empty whiskey glass and restarts the game, “Come on, a few more games and I’ll take you home.”
That night, Bucky came home at around 1. He was ballsy enough to sleep in the same bed as you and you didn’t know if you were dreaming or half asleep, but you heard a soft ‘sorry’ and ‘I love you’ at around that time. But, from the way he’d left the bed empty and cold by the time you woke up, you assumed it was a dream.
-
Days went by and you continued to ignore each other- hardly by choice but just because he was either never here or you were sleeping.
You literally had nothing else to do. So you slept. And slept and slept and slept.
Each night it became more difficult to sleep and you often found yourself in bed, with your eyes closed, but never fully asleep.
You didn’t know what it was. It didn’t matter if Bucky was in bed with you or not, you just couldn’t sleep at night.
You waited tirelessly for Bucky to apologise… properly and not in the form of a dream. You didn’t want gifts or unlimited access to his bank account- you’d already given yourself that the night after the fight.
No, you knew any apology in the form of a gift would just be a way for you to shut up and forgive him. It wouldn’t work this time.
Though, the new flower vase and identical flowers that he’d replaced one random day, long after the fight did make you smile a little when you saw them.
The rest of the day, you’d wondered if today was the day. The day that he’d apologise or find some elaborate way to make up for it. You wouldn’t take gifts but maybe sex would do. Or dining out at a restaurant. Either or. You hadn’t done either in weeks and it was slowly driving you insane.
So, when Bucky had texted you, ‘Dinner tonight? x’, you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face. Okay, this could work.
He’d take you somewhere nice, knowing how much you loved dressing up and going out to taste all kinds of elaborate foods, apologise over wine, drunkenly buy you a garden of flowers from a street vendor, take you for some ice cream before fucking you both in the backseat of his car and in the comfort of your shared bed.
You didn’t know what the occasion was- maybe he’s finished a project at work and was celebrating no longer having to work such long hours away from you which ultimately caused the divide in your relationship. Whatever it was, you didn’t care.
You were just glad to have your husband back.
Oh, how wrong you were.
You thought nothing of the way Bucky had tended up under your hold as you rested your head against his shoulder in the car, on the way to the restaurant. Too enamoured by the way he’d looked at you as you came down the stairs in your new black dress. You were okay with the silence, stupidly thinking he was saving his words for the dinner.
Nor did you think anything of the way he’d stayed silent the whole ride. You also missed how Pietro had constantly peered up at the rear view mirror to look back at Bucky and they’d exchange wordless glances.
It was only as he guided you through the sea of tables in the restaurant, eyes landing upon the full table that you’d realised… this was any thing but what you thought it would be.
“I thought we were going to be alone.” You whispered in his ear, tightening your grip in his hand as you near the table.
Tony, Steve, Natasha, Sam, and heaps of others you didn’t know all stared as the two of you approached the table- seemingly the last ones of the party to arrive.
“Well, you thought wrong.” He replies quickly before pulling his hand out of your grasp and shaking hands with his boss, “Tony.”
As you tentatively sat in your seats, you picked up the menu and observed all the choices. Despite the current predicament you were in, you knew you had to put up a front now for Bucky’s coworkers- sure that they wouldn’t exactly be pleased to watch your mess of a marriage unfold.
Whenever out at restaurants, you never knew what to pick and almost always sought out Bucky’s advice. So, purely out of instinct- as well as to continue the loving-marriage facade, you interlocked your hand with his and leaned closer to him, “What’re you gonna get?”
Many moons ago, so it seemed, when you had gone out to eat, a part of you would always be touching Bucky. It was a possessive thing for Bucky and safety thing for you. It let men know that you were happily taken (as if the fat diamond on your finger wasn’t enough) and let you know whenever Bucky sensed danger. It was usually nothing more than just a simple hand hold or a hold on your ankle or thigh. Which is why you thought nothing of holding his hand as you were.
But apparently he did. You felt him tense up first, and then he unfurled his fingers from yours and kind of balled it up into a fist on the table now.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged coldly.
But you barely heard it. Too shocked at what he’d just done. You felt so much at once, anger and hurt the main ones. What had you done? Why was he acting like this? The rejection stung badly and it left a sour taste in your mouth as you leaned away from him now and just kept to yourself.
It was like that for the rest of the night. You kind of realised that perhaps this wasn’t exactly the kind of dinner that you were expecting. It was a meeting, disguised as a dinner or some stupid shit like that.
You kept your head down and your mouth shut, only talking to the waiter in a soft whisper when he’d approached you and taken your order.
However, when the food came, you barely ate anything on the plate. The more you thought to yourself, the more upset you were getting.
Why had he just dropped your hand like that? Was it because of Tony? Or Natasha? What if he and Natasha had something going on? That wouldn’t surprise you, in all honesty.
You hardly listened to the conversations all night. It didn’t interest you. You’d heard enough of this stupid mob shit at home, you’d somehow managed to tune it out during the entirety of the dinner.
But time was still going by painfully slowly, and you had resorted to playing around with the food on your plate, counting each individual pea, separating the colours from each other, making pictures out of it.
You didn’t think anyone paid you any mind, and no one did- no one except Bucky.
He would eye you every so often to see what you were doing before glancing back at Tony, who’d send him a stern glance.
He knew what he had to do, to prove to Tony, but he just need to find the right time and the right words. Something he could bounce back from once the two of you got home.
It finally got to a point where Tony had finished the last drop of alcohol in his glass that Bucky knew he had to say something. Tony was getting impatient and you’d be an idiot to make him wait any longer.
“What’s wrong with you? Why won’t you eat?” It takes you a second to realise Bucky’s speaking to you. It’s only when you look up and see a few wandering eyes that you realise.
You set down your fork now, figuring you’ve made him mad and that pushing it any further is just going to be a headache for you, “I’m not hungry.”
“So why’d you order it?” His tone is so harsh and his stare is so… annoyed. But it’s like there’s something lingering in his eyes like he still cares?
Either way, his tone overrides it all and makes you cower in your seat, “I lost my appetite.”
“Of course.” He scoffs, “But you don’t care, right? It’s my money, after all.”
You furrow your brows and look up at him now. Money had rarely been an issue for him. Especially in terms of spending it on you. Everything you currently wore on your body indicative of such, so you were utterly perplexed at why it was an issue now, “I’ll pay for it myself then.”
“Your money is my money.” He almost laughs and you swear you hear a snide little giggle from Tony.
You embarrassingly swallow a breath, what did that even mean? To be fair, despite your inheritance, you had been basically living off of Bucky’s money. You didn’t think he would so willingly share that information with all his coworkers however, “Then I’ll take it to go.” You mutter.
“This isn’t a fucking Applebees, you can’t get a to-go box at this restaurant.”
“Then what the fuck do you want me to do with it, James?” You finally snap.
The table falls silent now and you’re certain part of the restaurant does too. You’ve never addressed him by his official name before, on top of that, swearing at him as well.
You don’t falter in your stance, you stand your ground and raise a tentative brow. On the inside, however, you’re terrified. The look on his face and the way it takes him a second to reply makes you nervous. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Without breaking eye contact, he leans in a little closer, “Go to the bathroom and freshen up, don’t come back until you’ve fixed yourself.”
It’s almost a threat, the way he says it.
You almost want to challenge him further, to ask him what he was gonna do if you don’t. But you’re on the verge of crying and you know better than to try your luck with a table full of criminals.
Everyone watches as you leave for the restroom. The air is tense and Bucky exhales a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
“Good.” Tony nods, and a wave of relief floods over a Bucky’s nerves. He was unsure if Tony would’ve approved since you had snapped back at him. The way he handled it must’ve been satisfactory enough, “Now, her cards.”
Remembering the task at hand, Bucky reaches into your purse and grabs your wallet, passing it over to Tony, who lays it all out on the table, pulling out each and every card and using some special device to take quick scans of it.
“How is this gonna work?” Bucky asks, mostly to clear the tense air rather than to actually know the process.
“We’ll tap into all her accounts, we’ll find the money that way- there’s no other place it could be.” It was initially thought that the money your parents had left you was kept somewhere insanely secret- a storage container in the middle of nowhere, buried in their ashes or in their grave. But after a year of searching, to no avail, they figured it was back to square one.
Scanning your cards didn’t take long and once Bucky had put every single one back in their respective spots in your wallet and shoved it back in your purse, it was like nothing had happened at all.
The rest of the table engaged in lighter conversation now that the job was done for the night and they could all relax. Bucky, however, was probably the only one not yet relaxed as he couldn’t help but notice how you hadn’t yet returned from the bathroom.
It’d had to have been well past 20 minutes now and he was growing concerned that you’d run off or something. Knowing Tony would have something to say about it if Bucky had sought her out, instead Bucky leans over to Steve, “Go check on her, will you? Shes been gone for ages.”
-
The classical music that played through the bathroom speaker did little to calm your nerves as you sat atop the toilet seat, sobbing.
In this moment, you were so glad they had fully private bathroom stalls. You’re sure the elderly ladies or the snobby, sugar babies wouldn’t worry themselves with you had they heard you crying in the bathroom- probably would’ve hardcore judged you if anything and that was the last thing you needed tonight.
You tried to catch every tear with the folded piece of toilet paper in your hand, so as to not completely destroy your makeup and look an even bigger mess than you already were.
You wanted to leave. You want to go home, with or without Bucky, you didn’t care, and just sleep. Maybe even leave the country. You were humiliated, and scared. You honestly considered just hiding out in the bathroom until Bucky fetched you to go home. Or until he got so drunk that he just left without you- you could probably live in this restaurant, you’re sure you remember seeing a comfy looking couch in the foyer.
After a solid 10 minutes, your tears slowly dried out and you held your head in your hands, staring down at the pristine floor of the bathroom. Black and white marble tiles, spotless. Not a single speck of dust. It almost made you miss going to the clubs with your friends and marvelling at the laughably gross bathroom floors.
A knock sounded on the other end of the bathroom door and your heart dropped, “It’s Steve.” Relief. Just Steve. You stood on shaky legs and slowly opened the door for Steve, “Hey-“
You don’t know what took over you. As soon as he stepped foot into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, you just hugged him. To be fair, he did hold out open arms and the remorse on his face basically invited you in. But you’re glad that you did it, you really needed that hug.
He shushed you softly as you cried into his chest, rubbing your back.
“He’s so fucking mean.” You sniffled, basking in the feeling of just being held- it’s been a while.
Steve hesitated to speak for a moment, figuring out the right words to say that wouldn’t get him in trouble with you, Bucky or Tony, “He’s just trying to keep you safe.” Pulling your head from his chest, you look up at him utterly perplexed. That was keeping you safe? “You’ve become more than just a trophy wife to him and he can’t have that out there because then they know his weakness.” He knows he shouldn’t have said it, but it’s not exactly the truth or a lie. “Look, Tony brings out the worst in everyone- but especially Bucky… he has expectations and he’s very hard to please.” He quickly changes the subject to something more relevant, but worries about the far-off look you have as his words seemingly go in one ear and out the other.
“Is he cheating on me?” You ask him simply. You want to add ‘With Natasha?’ but don’t. You don’t even know why you asked in the first place- as if he’d even tell you over his best friend. But you trust Steve… maybe more than you do your own husband, and you just needed to hear it yourself… even if it was a lie.
Steve furrows his brows, looking down at your small and cowering form in his arms before shaking his head, “No, of course not.”
Never mind, it does no justice.
Shaking your head, you swallow the thick lump in your throat that had been growing ever since you entered the bathroom, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You look up at Steve hesitantly, and he looks back down at you, half knowing what you’re going to say but also half hoping it’s not what he thinks… for Bucky’s sake, “I think I want a divorce.”
-
The ride home was painfully silent. The tension of the air was so thick it was almost unbreathable. Or maybe you were just having a panic attack and your throat was just closing in on you.
You tried to position yourself as far away from Bucky as possible. Legs tilting to the right, your whole body leaning against the door and looking out the window. Never not once did you pay him any attention or even breathe in his direction, scared you might do something wrong and make him yell at you again.
He didn’t end up getting so drunk he forgot about you. No, unfortunately, after your confession to Steve, you were led out of the bathroom and back to the table where you’d sat quietly until the end of the night. You didn’t speak a word, no matter how much Bucky looked over at you.
It was only when your home came into view that you felt like you could breathe again.
You couldn’t wait to just hide out in your bedroom, praying that Bucky would probably sleep on the couch tonight.
You got out of the car yourself, not bothering to wait for Bucky to open the door for you to get out like he usually did. That stopped a while ago…
You swear you heard him softly call your name as you basically ran up the stairs and into the warm embrace of your home.
Despite it basically being his house, full of his things and where he resided, you had still found a lot of comfort in it. It was the only place you really knew for the past few months and it really was home. Too bad the person you shared it with decreased that value the second he walked in after you.
As you slipped off your heels in the foyer, cautious not to scratch any of the floors with them, Bucky was able to catch up to you. It was literally like he was chasing you and you felt your heart race.
“I’m sorry.” He finally said as he caught up to you, shutting the door behind him. You paid him no mind, just grabbed your heels and began ascending the stairs, “Y/N-“ He calls again, this time hot on your trail, gripping your arm and shoving you against the wall, “I said I was sorry!”
You flinch, both because- well, he basically threw you against the wall and you feared he was going to do much worse. Your head hurt from where it collided with the wall, it seemed all the oxygen was knocked out of your lungs and your arm stung from his touch.
But the way he looked at you, it was like he was the one that got hurt. Tears had welled in his eyes almost instantly as you softly gasped for air and stared down at his retracting hand in fear. Pure fear.
As if you could look any smaller. The wall was almost swallowing you whole with the way you were backing into it, anything to get away from Bucky.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Bucky fumbles out.
You barely move an inch, too scared that it’ll set him off.
In a hesitant manner, Bucky descends the few set of stairs left and heads for the door. Hand hovering over the doorknob for a split second before opening it and shutting softly.
You found that it was only when he shut the door behind him that were you able to move again. You slumped against the wall, body no longer tense, sliding down to bring your knees against your chest.
You didn’t know why you were so surprised. Why you had gone into this relationship so blindly. Of course he would put his hands on you. He’s killed people for far little reason.
As Bucky pulls out of the driveway, he stops at the gates to talk to Pietro, the guard on duty.
“Watch her.”
He went to the first place he could think of. Steve’s.
He knew Steve would give him the best advice, tell him how it make it right. Only, even Bucky wasn’t sure there was a way to come back from this.
He wouldn’t even blame you if you’d already packed your bags and tried to leave.
Pulling up to Steve’s driveway, a common occurrence of late, he takes two steps at a time as he ascends the small staircase to the front door. Once reaching it, he pounds his fist again the wood until it’s swinging open in surprise.
“What the fuck, Buck-” Steve asks, having been woken up by Bucky’s abrupt pounding- however, softens his features and voice as he looks over his distressed state, “Are you okay?”
“I-“ Bucky shakes his head, “I can’t do this anymore.”
“What?” Steve is genuinely worried, knowing Bucky wasn’t one to crack so easily, so whatever it was had to be bad, “What happened?” … What Steve didn’t know however, was that it wasn’t something done to Bucky, rather, what Bucky had done… to you.
Uncaring to the tears that well up in his eyes, too overpowered by the shame that rises in his throat, he averts his gaze away from Steve’s, “I… got angry.” Steve manages to connect the dots from that sentence alone and from the way he tenses up a little in disappointment, Bucky is quick to tell the rest of the story, “I didn’t hit her, I just grabbed her and… threw her up against the wall.” Not that it sounded any better.
Steve’s heaves a heavy sigh, unable to find the right words to console his best friend at the moment. He was his best friend, sure, but he hurt you… physically.
“I was trying to apologise, she wouldn’t listen.” Bucky continued to try and redeem himself but it’s really no use. There was no exception as to why he had to put his hands on you like that, “I didn’t mean for it to happen, I just wanted her to hear me out… She looked so scared, Steve.”
Steve didn’t say a word. He didn’t know what to say. But he knew what Bucky was here for, so he opened up the door to his house and let Bucky sleep in the guest bedroom.
-
You weren’t sure if Bucky came back that night. You didn’t know if you wanted him to.
Part of you knew he obviously regretted what he’d said and done that night, throwing you up against the wall inclusive in that. But he still did it.
However, in saying that, you still worried of his whereabouts. You didn’t know what he was capable of. He knew people and places, he had money and weapons. Those factors don’t exactly mix well, especially in his line of work.
After crying a bit longer and a steaming bath, you got ready for bed. Sleep was no longer your best friend, seeing as you could never get it anymore. There was just so much on your mind at all times, you were scared, you felt sick, you were alone. This big looming cloud above you always told you it was about the fear of the unknown.
You didn’t know what your future was gonna be like, where your husband was, when you’d be allowed to see your friends again, when you would get a good nights rest, when you’d start a family, how different life would be with your parents here, who was currently hacking into all of your credit cards and digital accounts to find the location of a particular sum of money your father owed Tony…
Natasha was who. She had tapped into all your cards, your phones, everything that was once private to you and your parents, now visible to her and Tony.
Of course, you would never know this. At least not now, perhaps later in a few years when you decide to finally check the whereabouts of this money and find it missing from your possession.
Natasha searched and searched through years worth of activity before finally finding it. The money. Tony’s money.
“It’s in the bank.” She gasps, staring at the screen in front of her.
Tony just stares at Natasha blankly, “Are you fucking kidding?” He rounds her to view the computer screen, the bank account detailing the money simply sitting in a safety deposit box. Tony laughs now, unbelieving in how easy this now is, how easy it supposedly always was.
The idea of the money being in safety deposit box was simply too stupid to even consider. No one in their right mind, who knew the value of that money, would just leave it in a place like a safety deposit box. Except, of course, you. Not exactly that you were an idiot… but you didn’t know the value.
And Tony quickly came to the conclusion that your fathers death came far too soon for him to have been able to plan the safety of that money in a place where it would do you no harm.
And so, the following morning of that discovery, Natasha and Bucky set out to retrieve the money. The plan was to transform Natasha into you the best they could- which meant 5 hours in a makeup chair and an hour rehearsing questions with each other to make it seem as real as possible that she was you and that she was married to Bucky.
(a/n: i’m very sorry to my non-yt readers, i didn’t even think of the issue with that^^^ and natasha turning into reader while writing bc i was just wanting to get this story out so fast. pls imagine it as any marvel woman u like. idk how i missed that i’m literally asian. but i’m sorry if i offended anyone.)
To be fair though, half the questions they rehearsed in the event of an emergency where they would need to know these random facts about each other, Bucky doubted you even knew the answers to them anyway and vice versa.
Clammy hand in clammy hand, Bucky and Natasha walk the steps to the bank. The two of them both have ear pieces for Tony to communicate with them if need be, but they’ve been doing this kind of undercover work for a while now. They know what they’re doing.
So it’s not exactly awkward anymore to have to be close to one another, to kiss or to even fake sex when they need to. It’s all part of the job.
They’re granted entry through to the vault simply by the ID’s Bucky had stolen from you early this morning. Natasha’s wig and literal prosthetics served their purpose well in convincing the bank teller.
A notary walks them down to the vaults, carrying the certificate of the box’s contents- something Natasha will take care of later.
It’s music to Tony’s ears hearing the locks of the vault click and it was only when he heard Natasha softly gasp that he wished he strapped them with body cams to be able to see the money.
“Lot of money.” The notary speaks, it’s almost comical the way her eyes light up, like there are actual dollar signs in her eyes, “Set for life.”
“Yeah.” Natasha smiles, squeezing Bucky’s hand out of pure excitement, “We wanna travel the world before we start having kids and figuring out what to do with the rest of the money. It helps to physically have it.”
Using the briefcase Bucky had brought with him, he begins stacking the money inside, communicating with the notary of everything he’s taking out and Natasha keeps a close eye on her body language, making sure she still believes this is just a happily married couple wanting to take out some money for a round the world vacation.
“30 million, huh? You travelling on a private jet?” She continued to marvel at the money, “You sure your Dad wasn’t in the mob?”
Natasha almost chokes at the question. Something in her malfunctions- probably stunned at the amount of money before her very eyes and for some reason she just nervously laughs in response. This only causes the notary, who was initially joking, to slowly furrow her brows.
“Oh! No, no, no. He invested a lot of money and was very good at his job.” Natasha quickly chokes out and the notary just nods in relief, “I can assure you he was definitely not in the mob. He put ‘em in jail!”
Bucky smiles along as the two of them laugh, but really he’s laughing at the way Natasha, after many, many years of undercover work, finally cracked. And for something so little. He would never let her live down the day she almost blew their cover and neither would any one else after he tells them.
After signing of the certificate, and shaking hands with each other, the notary bids them a farewell, “Keep it safe.”
It takes everything in Bucky and Natasha not to scream at the top of their lungs and frolic to the van where Tony and Steve are. But once they get inside that van and Steve speeds towards the office, “We fucking did it!”
-
“Ow.” You hiss, dropping the knife and pulling your hand towards you. You examine the finger that’s now covered in blood and wince at the big gash that’s exposing bone, “Oh, God. Shit.”
Not caring to drop blood all over the floor, you quickly make it to your phone and call for the home doctor that Bucky told you to call in case of an emergency. 911 was never an option for you, unless it was a fire or death. You were to call Bucky, Steve, Sam or Pietro if you needed police, Dr. Banner for the ambulance. If you or someone else was really dying and needed immediate help than the ambulance was permissible. You didn’t understand, but it had something to do with his job, of course, so you didn’t question it any further.
In the meantime, you covered the cut with a towel, told Pietro about the doctor so that he’d at least be let in without interrogation and then sat down at the kitchen island.
He came surprisingly fast actually and even had a siren on his car. It was the first time you would meet him so your expectations were very low.
But he patched you up nicely. He was extremely gentle and not how you imagined a… mob doctor to be at all. He made nice conversation too, seemed genuine.
Anyway, he had glued the cut shut with medical glue and cleaned you up, wrapping it in a thick bandage to fully secure it.
He gave you some medication for the pain and antibiotics. He seemed to have all these medications on hand… granted, you did tell him over the phone your situation so you’re sure he would’ve grabbed the necessities, but still… what else did he have?
“Can I ask you a question?” You asked stupidly, cringing at the way you worded it.
But he doesn’t care, he just nods, continuing to pack away his stuff, “Of course.”
“Is… there anything you could prescribe me with for sleep?” You ask and he stops what he’s doing, giving you a slight easier brow, “I-I can’t sleep much anymore and it’s driving me crazy I think. I feel so weak all the time… and I’m dizzy.”
“Sure it’s not the finger? The blood and bone might be making you woozy.”
You scoff, shaking your head, “I’m pretty sure it’s why I cut my finger.”
He gives you a once over, observing the dark circles around your eyes, the slight paleness of your skin. Part of him wondered if you really were sleepless, or just found yourself in addiction… but the way you asked him when you sure as hell could’ve just sought it out yourself told Bruce that you were telling the truth, “I’ll prescribe you something light.” He finishes packing away the last of his things and you nod gratefully. “I’ll send a prescription up to the pharmacy, it should be ready in a few hours and I’ll have it delivered ASAP.”
-
A celebratory dinner party was in order for Stark Industries that night. Expensive alcohol, even more expensive drugs. More so for Tony than anyone else.
But, Bucky quickly grew tiresome of it all. His mission was basically complete, and until Tony came down off his high, he still had about… maybe 3 days left with you. 3 full days of redoing exactly what you’d done together on his one day off, except this time even being allowed out. He fully planned to rekindle your relationship, makeup for every wrong he did you and persuade Tony into keeping you around… and you into staying.
Jogging up the stairs, he hoped you weren’t asleep just yet. It was late but not too late, and he wanted to talk, possibly persuade you into a shower before making it up to you with sex.
As he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom, your sleeping form nestled in the sheets of the bed made his heart swell.
Well… perhaps he’ll wait until morning then. Breakfast in bed! It’s like better than sex, right?
He couldn’t help himself though. He rounded your side of the bed and knelt to be level with you. He smoothed out your hair, lowkey hoping it would wake you… certain it would because of how light you slept.
He tucked the hair behind your ear and placed a kiss to your forehead. Again, he waited for you to at least shift, hitch your breath or for your closed eyelids to flutter… nothing.
“Y/N?” He shakes you a little. He’s aware he still knows little about you, but… something felt off. You still don’t wake and now hes starting to freak out. He grabs your wrist and checks your pulse, heart dropping when he realises how slow it is, “Honey? Are you- Can you hear me?” Frantically, he reaches for his phone but a bottle of pills on your bedside table catch his eye.
He immediately calls Dr Banner, almost threatening him to come to the house. Then he calls Steve. He’s gonna need help with the body.
Once he’s off the phone with Steve, he’s quickly back to you, ripping the blankets off of you and working his knuckles against your sternum. Tony taught him that.
He continues to call your name, softer now as he tries to keep calm. The sudden intake of air and the slow flutter of your eyes is probably the best moment of Bucky’s life.
“Hey, hey- Y/N, stay awake, baby.” He pinches the back of your arm as well before caressing your face in reassurance, “You’re okay.”
It takes a while for you to come to, but the moment you rasp out Bucky’s name and reach a hand out for him is when he finally relaxes.
The moment is short-lived however, as Steve enters the bedroom with Dr. Banner, Pietro following close by.
“What seems to be the proble-“
“You gave her fucking quaaludes?” Bucky’s on him in a split second, confident in Steve taking over keeping you awake, “You fucking work for Rumlow or something?”
Bruce furrows his brows, shaking his head frantically as Bucky latches onto the lapels of his coat, “N-no, I gave her valium.”
Steve asked you a few questions that you accidentally ignored, too concerned with Bucky and the nice doctor. You wanted to speak, to defend Banner but it tired you just thinking about speaking. You felt so weak, all your muscles felt deflated and your head felt heavy- even though you were literally laying down.
“This look like a fucking valium to you?” Bucky shoves the bottle into his face, “Why’d you give her valium anyway, you tryna drug her?”
“He came by earlier.” Pietro speaks, causing Bucky to raise his brow, expecting an explanation.
“She cut her finger with a knife and called me here. I fixed the cut, but she said she can’t sleep. I didn’t want to give her something that directly aids with sleep, so I just prescribed a light sedative.” Banner quickly explains, “I have the prescription somewhere in my bag-“
Bucky does believe him. He does. He’s trusted Banner with his life countless times before. So, it’s not making any fucking sense and it’s only making Bucky angrier, “Then how the fuck does she have quaaludes?”
“Buck-“ Steve intervenes for the first time, fearing for the poor doctors life.
Though Bucky doesn’t pay Steve any mind, he does loosen up his hold on Bruce’s coat a little and backs up a little from his face, “How’d you get the medication to her?”
“I didn’t. I prescribed it and it was delivered.”
“Where from?”
“The pharmacy warehouse… Maybe- see who packaged it.” Banner suggests, nodding to the bottle still in Bucky’s hand.
Bucky flips the bottle all around, looking for the label and any words indicating the name of his next victim. Looking over the fine print, his eyes skim over the jumble of words until he finds it.
‘Filled and packaged by Rollins, J.’
Before Bucky could even react, before he could even see red at the idea of Rumlow hitting so close to home, Steve calls out, “Buck,” Bucky turns and sees Steve gripping onto his phone in one hand and yours in the other, his phone lit up with the incoming call screen, the name of the caller… “It’s Fury.”
Bucky hitches a breath at the name. Fury. Calling Steve.
Fury only ever called if something had happened to Tony.
They know what to do, even if Bucky is torn between choosing work over you yet again. But this time it’s serious.
“Stay here with her. Make sure she hasn’t OD’d.” He orders Banner, “Pietro, watch him.”
Steve and Bucky exit the room and take the call from Banner, putting it on speaker as they linger further from the bedroom.
“The wars starting.” Fury speaks, “Rumlow messed with Tony’s coke. He almost died, Pepper had to stab him with adrenaline. Called an ambulance for safe measures.”
“Fuck.” Bucky mutters.
“He’ll be okay. He’s already up walking around and being a bitch.” There’s slight humour to his words and it at least makes Steve and Bucky feel a little better knowing that Tony wasn’t dead, “Rumlow knows we have the money and he’s not stopping until he gets it.”
“What do we do?” Steve asks.
The line is silent for a brief moment, “Start planning how to kill him.” The pair exchange unreadable looks to each other. It’s hard to tell whether they’re excited or scared… probably shocked is the best description as of right now, “Come to the tower as soon as you can, we’ll go on lockdown and devise a plan.”
The call quickly ends as Fury most likely has to get back to phoning every one else and gathering them at the tower for their safety.
But before Bucky can go back to the interrogation in his bedroom, he just shakes his head, bringing up two hands to run over his face and smooth out his hair.
“Even in my own house, I can’t protect her.” He rants, looking down at the floor, “I gotta send her away to the safe house or something-“
“They’ll always find her.” Steve interrupts, knowing damn well that now, more than ever, Rumlow would be targeting you in order to get to Bucky, to ultimately get the money.
Sending you to a safe house, all alone? He might as well just hand you over to Brock in that case.
“Not in Romania.” Bucky looks up at Steve now, who blinks at him a little stunned.
“Tony-“
“Fuck Tony. She’s my wife and I vowed to keep her safe.” Bucky snaps, “He’ll barely even notice and he’ll probably be glad she’s out of his hair, if anything.”
Steve figured he can’t argue with that, however at this current point in time, the pair have bigger fish to fry and need to get to the tower if they want to even consider their futures at all.
“Come on.”
-
As Bucky and Steve left the room, Bruce had approached you and you offered him a look of sympathy as an apology for the way Bucky had handled him.
He just smiled at you in return, silently telling you it was okay as took your heart rate and blood pressure. Giving you some cold water, you were able to sit up now and you felt a little better- still extremely groggy. That was the best way you could describe it.
“Do you have any particular concerns?” Bruce asks you and the striking pain in your lower half reminds you of such.
“My stomach,”
“Abdominal cramps?” Bruce asks, almost expectantly and you nod as he does too, “I might put you in for an X-Ray at the lab. It’s common to cramp up, but just wanna make sure he didn’t lace it with anything else.” He explains and you’re a little reassured that he knows what he’s doing.
Just as he packs away his things, Bucky and Steve renter the room. From their expressions and body language alone, you’re unable to tell what exactly happened on the phone call, but they do look… tense… er than usual.
As Bucky catches your eye, he’s reminded of the current predicament you’re in and looks to Bruce for updates on your status, “If it’s okay, I think it’s best to take her back to the lab at the tower to do some further testing, just to be safe.”
Bucky nods almost immediately, “Fury wants us all at the tower anyway. Going on lockdown.”
“Why?” Bruce asks, concern laced throughout his voice and from the way they’re interacting with each other now- it’s hard to believe that they were just at each other’s throats a few minutes ago.
“Tony got hit.” You, Pietro and especially Bruce all furrow your brows in concern. Hit? What does that mean? Like punched? Shot?
“Is he okay?”
“Adrenaline shot came in handy.” Steve nods and Bruce sighs softly in relief.
Adrenaline? Drugs? Like Pulp Fiction? What is going on?
“I might go ahead and check on him. I’ll meet you at the tower?” He asks, though it seems he already has answer by the way he’s zipping up his bag and heading for the door.
Bucky just pats him on the back and allows for him to leave.
Steve goes off into your wardrobe now and pulls out three black duffel bags you didn’t even know you owned and lays them out on Bucky’s side of the bed.
Bucky rounds the bed to you now, “Are you okay to walk?” He asks and you just nod, still very confused at what’s happening, even more so as Steve starts packing… guns into the duffel bags? “Alright, get changed and Pietro will take you downstairs. You just wait there, we’ll be down soon.” You just nodded again, still a little too in pain to talk as the cramp remained in your stomach.
Bucky helped you up from the bed and led you to the wardrobe where he helped you pick out a change of clothes to wear. Like Steve, he’d found another duffel while you changed and from what you saw, started packing all your essential clothing items. You were surprised he even knew which ones to grab having barely seen you wear them as often as you did to know that those were the ones you would take with you in a situation like this.
After you were changed, he continued to pack and handed you off to Pietro, who took you downstairs and made you wait on the couch while he went to go get the car ready.
You weren’t alone for long, because Bucky and Steve had descended the stairs almost seconds later with one bag slung over each shoulder, four in total.
Bucky had helped you off the couch once again and led you out to the front door while Steve locked up the whole of the house.
The car that Pietro had parked out the front of your house was different to the usual car you took. It wasn’t Bucky’s flash old Lincoln, it was the RAM truck he had buried in the corner of his 5 car garage.
You always figured it was for when it snowed or if you guys ever went camping somewhere.
Bucky helped you in the backseat, hand on your lower back as he gave you a push. You winced in pain as a particularly sharp cramp hit you, but you tried to hide it the best you could. Bucky went and helped Steve load stuff into the truck bed before rounding the car and sitting beside you, Steve sitting in the passenger side.
The wheels spun as Pietro gassed it out of the house.
You couldn��t help but notice the tenseness of the car. How Steve wasnt leaned back in his seat, how he stared out the window carefully. Plus the gun in his hand and the one resting against his leg on the floor.
You looked down, over at Bucky now. Same stance as Steve. Only one gun. His leg bounced anxiously as he looked around. After deeming the coast clear, he softly sighed and turned to you. You tried to avert your gaze as quick as you could, and hoped he didn’t see.
“You okay?” You look back at him now. His brows are slightly furrowed and he holds a small, almost apologetic, smile. You nod sheepishly and return a small, hesitant smile.
It’s late out and you haven’t seen a single car on the road so far. Pietro takes a few backstreets, but there were times where he’d run a fully red light and no one batted an eye. You found that your heart rate was quickening, so unsure of what was going on.
You quickly make it into the city- no thanks to Pietro’s driving and it’s not long before you’re driving down into the underground garage of the Stark Tower Complex.
Recognising the building from all the galas you’d attended in your younger years, you were even more confused as to why you were here. Didn’t they just say that Tony got ‘hit’? Why would they take you directly to the danger? Also where was Bruce? And where is his medical lab? It’s not in the tower is it?
Bucky offered his hand to you as you got out of the truck and you took it hesitantly. But you quickly figured it was for the better as your legs almost gave out underneath you once you found the ground.
He carried the duffel with all your things, whilst Steve carried the other two. Pietro went ahead and called for the elevator.
It was strange to be back here. It didn’t feel as fun anymore. Everytime you had come to this place, it was almost always for some kind of party or dinner or gala. Now it felt cold and tense- environments you’d definitely become accustomed to as of late but this just felt odd.
The elevator ride is pretty quiet except for Bucky and Steve talking in hushed voices. The dark lighting of the small metal box making your eyes feel heavy and you swore you almost fell asleep if it weren’t for the soft beep and the doors opening to a relatively busy floor.
You intake a quick, anxious breath at the sheer amount of people running around on the floor and you subconsciously tighten your grip in Bucky’s hand as the four of you walk out of the elevator.
Steve heads for the staircase and you all follow suit. On wobbly legs, you take the stairs one at a time, gripping both Bucky’s shoulder and the railing so hard your knuckles turn white. They couldn’t have made this a whole seperate floor that the elevator could’ve taken them too?
Reaching the top of the staircase, it was weird how it was suddenly a lot quieter. By the looks of it, this seemed like a residential floor? You didn’t know people lived here.
Steve takes you deeper into the hallway until you reach an unoccupied room. It’s a massive room, seemingly a mansion inside of an apartment. You thought it was unoccupied by the way no one was lingering about, but as you venture further into the room, you begin to hear hushed voices.
Entering the living space, you see a bunch of familiar faces. Sam, Natasha, other people who you forget the name of but distinctly remember one feature about them… for example, long hair guy, long hair guys brother with dark hair, young kid that looks prepubescent, blondie, old looking guy that flirts with Nat, Pietro’s sister, Pietro’s sisters husband.
“Why don’t you take Y/N to Bruce? Just make sure she gets there okay.” Bucky whispers to Pietro, who nods immediately and takes you from Bucky, leading you back out from where you’d just come from.
Great, more walking. But you’d much rather be out walking then in that room with everyone intensely staring at you.
“What is she doing here?” Tony asks Bucky in an aggressive, hushed whisper, sweat donning his forehead and he really does look like that scene from Pulp Fiction after Mia Wallace gets stabbed with adrenaline.
“Rumlow fucked with her medicine and almost killed her. Banners just making sure she’s okay.” Bucky quickly explains in the same hushed whisper, dismissing the pointed look Tony gives Bucky as he eyes the closed door that you’d just shut, “I couldn’t just leave her.”
Rolling his eyes, he motions for Steve and Bucky to join the rest of the team in the living area, “Come on, then, we got a war to win.”
-
Banner had sat you atop one of the medical tables in his lab. It was a flashy lab. You never expected for this tower to house anything like it at all, but from your journey to this place, it seemed this whole floor was just medical and science laboratories.
He monitored your blood pressure and your temperature. Took your urine and was now taking your blood. You winced as he inserted the needle into your arm, looking away from him so as to not pass out.
“I wanted to be a nurse, you know.” You try and make light conversation, both so that’s it not eerily silent and awkward and also to distract yourself from the needle in your arm.
“Really?”
“When I was really young.” You nod, “But I was never good with needles. And I wouldn’t have gotten into nursing school anyway.”
“Why not?” He asks, sounding thoroughly intrigued at your story now and now you’re starting to maybe regret bringing up this part of your life as a means to make conversation.
“I- Well, I could. If I bought my way in.” You said honestly, shrugging, “I just never had the right grades for that kind of thing.”
As he pulled the needle out of your arm and untied the belt, you watched as he put a small cotton ball and band-aid over where the needle had been inserted. You smiled a little at that, remembering times when your Mom would take you to get needles and injections and you’d always walk out with tears down your face, candy in hand and a cotton ball taped to your arm.
As he puts your tubes of blood into some special box, he helps you off the med table and walks you over to the X-Ray machine.
It intimidates you a little, the massive magnetic machine that you’ve heard extremely pleasant stories about. But you trust Bruce.
He gets you to take off any metal from your body, piercings, bobby pins, etc.
“Now,“ He sighs, “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
“Um…” You stuttered over your words, blinking at Bruce as you thought out your answer. You furrowed your brows in deep thought, trying to think back to the last time you and Bucky had sex- that in itself should be a good sign that you’re not pregnant, right? “No.” You answer.
He looks over you for a moment, before dropping his voice a little, “Are you sure?” He asks, “X Rays can be pretty dangerous for developing babies… Have you had intercourse this month?” You think a little bit harder now. Well, it’s pretty much been a silent war zone for the past few weeks- ever since your birthday. Oh, your birthday. You had sex that day, and that was like what? 4 weeks ago… maybe 3… oh only 2.
Plus, it’s not like you weren’t already having unprotected sex with Bucky long before that.
The look you give Banner when you realise just how possible it could be that you were pregnant, he rummages through his cupboards and hands you a pregnancy test, “Better safe than sorry.”
-
Pacing around the mini bathroom he lead you to had to be the worst 2 minutes of your life. Your heart was beating uncontrollably fast and your breathing was staggered.
You found yourself waiting longer than 2 minutes though, too scared to even think about the result of the test. After it was well past 5 minutes and you heard Bruce shuffling around outside the door, you knew it was best to just bite the bullet.
Opening the door, Bruce met you with a sincere expression, though a little concerned at your current state- unable to decipher the news, “Um-“ You can’t find the words that get caught in your throat as the positive test sits idly in your hand, “I’m-“
You’re not crying. Not yet at least. You’re just- at a loss for words. You’re pregnant. What’s Bucky going to think? Does he even want a child, let alone with you? Do you want this child? If Bucky doesn’t want it, but you do, then what?
As you look up Bruce now, it’s your turn to inhabit uncertainty in his expression. He offered you a small smile of congratulations at first, but it softly fled his face as he looked down at the test, “You said you had cramping?” He speaks finally and you nod tentatively, “Follow me.”
Clutching the test in your hand, you follow him as he leads you to another room. Similar to the last except instead of a big X-ray machine, it just has an exam table bed and a few other machines you don’t recognise.
He props you on top of the table and starts hooking you up to some machine.
“What’re you doing now?” You ask just to be sure, trying not to let it show how nervous you are.
“I’m just going to monitor the fetal heart rate.” He says reassuringly, pressing all different kinds of buttons on the machine, “And then I’ll do an ultrasound as well.”
You hesitate to ask your next question, too afraid of the answer… but he knows something you don’t and it’s eating away at you by the second, “Is something wrong?”
You almost missed the way he swallowed a small breath, looking up at you now with too much remorse and empathy that it only worried you even more, “Cramping can be a sign of a miscarriage.” Oh.
As the heart rate machine starts whirring and printing out the heartbeat, you don’t have the courage to look. Nor do you look at the screen of your ultrasound as he moves the wand across your stomach.
It didn’t matter that you weren’t looking anyway. You could hear it. Well, you couldn’t hear it… that was the problem. You had your answer already. There was no heartbeat.
As you swallow thickly, you finally turn to look at the piece of paper coming out of the monitor that clearly indicates a flat line. You still don’t look at the screen, afraid that if you’ll look- no matter what you already know, seeing it would just get your hopes up. Like there was still hope.
“I’m very sorry.” Bruce reaches out and rubs at your arm. It’s only a very small gesture, but God did you need it. It’s not like you could get it from anyone else. Not your parents, not Bucky.
Sniffling, and trying to blink away your tears you just shake your head, “Please don’t tell Bucky.” You whispers silently begging him with your eyes. You understand Bucky has every right to know, but you just can’t bring yourself to deal with all that right now.
“Of course.”
-
After that, Bruce had given you a moment to collect yourself. You were still yet to start violently sobbing, but you knew it would come later. You still needed to find out if anything in the medication you were drugged with had affected your body in any other way.
So you let Bruce do what he needed to do and finally got the all clear. Just your luck, however, Bucky had come to ‘pick you up’ as Bruce finished up.
He looked at you a little worriedly as you quickly dropped your head low and averted your gaze, but Bruce was quick to cover your tracks.
“She’s all okay.” He informs Bucky, “Just had to flush her system out.” He goes on to explain everything he’d done (excluding the other things of course) and Bucky just nods, every so often looking over you to make sure you were okay.
He didn’t press anything though, despite the fact that you looked visibly upset. He had just assumed you were upset with him for letting it all happen. He said it himself, he vowed to protect you when he married you and he couldn’t even do that.
It was silent between the both of you as he walked you through the tower. He said something about taking you back to the room you’d be staying in while you’re here, so that was reassuring. You could do with a good sleep right about now.
You no longer cared if everyone was still in the living area by the time you entered the room. You didn’t really care about anything. They could all go to hell for all you cared. They never cared about you so why should you worry about them.
They’re not even there anyway, so it didn’t matter. But you still kept your head down as Bucky took you into the room you’d be staying in.
It was big. Too big maybe. Just reminded you of how much space you didn’t need.
Bucky said something along the lines of ‘make yourself at home’ or something but you barely heard it. Ever since you’d left Bruce’s lab, it was like there was this persistent rigging in your ears.
You just nodded to whatever Bucky had said and let your feet take you into the bathroom.
You needed a shower. You felt dirty. You just wanted to wash away all the imprints left on your body from the last 24 hours. And you needed to cry. Long and hard.
It was mostly silent, knowing Bucky was right outside the door and would most likely hear it if you just let go.
Again, you easily lost track of time and the only way you knew that you had spent way too long in the shower was your pruney fingers. Also Bucky’s soft knocking on the bathroom door with a call of your name.
You stopped the shower, but dreaded coming out. You somehow still looked a mess. It was definitely obvious that you had been crying, but maybe you could lie and say you just got soap in your eyes.
You didn’t respond to Bucky, but he didn’t bother you again.
Standing in front of the mirror now, you frowned softly at the reflection of your stomach. Bruce had said something about letting it pass, but something inside you still held onto strands of hope that it was still alive. Your stomach showed no physical indication of it, but a girl could dream, right?
Getting re-dressed into your clothes for the night and brushing out your wet hair, you sighed to yourself and swallowed a nervous breath before opening the bathroom door.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks almost immediately and it takes a lot in you to not just fall to the ground and cry.
Instead, you keep your eyes to the ground and just walk past him to the other side of the bed, “M’fine.” You mumble, shoving your legs under the covers.
It’s silent then and you think that he’d given up- left it at that. But no.
He sighs first, rubbing his hands over his face before turning to observe your turned back to him under the blanket. He wishes he could just reach out and hold you and apologise and tell you everything was gonna be okay- that things were about to be a lot different. But he could really only do one of those things right now.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.” He says, but it’s sound more like a plead if anything, “I want nothing more than for you to be safe and healthy… It’s hard though with everything going on.” He waits for you to respond, in any way- a shrug, a nod, a twitch in your leg, but it never comes, so he just continues, “That’s why you’re gonna go to my safe house in Romania for a few weeks.”
Now he has your attention.
Coming to rest on your elbows now, you lift your upper half and turn your head to look at him- for some reason, you hoped to think that he was just joking, but his face told you he was dead serious, “What?” You ask, your voice a little hoarse as you raised the volume for the first time that day.
“Just until the war is over and Rumlow is dead.”
“Do I even get a choice?” You ask, cutting your eyes at him and trying to decipher what the fuck he’s getting at with this, “You wouldn’t even let me leave the house but you’ll gladly ship me off to some foreign country-“
“You’ll be allowed out over there.” He tries to add like it makes it any better.
“That’s not the fucking point, what about my say in this?” Your voice breaks countless times and you curse yourself for sounding so weak.
“You don’t know how dangerous it’s gonna get here. It’s not safe for you to be with me right now.” He argues back a little.
You just scoff in response, sitting up now and turning your back away from him, “Yeah.” You agree. Yeah, it not safe for you to be with him at all.
Catching your words, he gets a little angrier now, “It’s not like I wanted any of this to happen!” He instantly regrets his voice, seeing how you flinch a little and even from behind, he can see how you’re scared. But when he hears you cry, he didn’t realise you were that scared of him, “Y/N?” He stands from his side and rounds the bed to come to your side now, kneeling in front of you and taking your hands in his.
Tears continue to fall down your face and you try everything to hide away from Bucky, but it’s no use.
“I lost a baby.”
You don’t know what came over you to come clean, but the words came out faster than you realised. It was more of a whimper, and part of you hoped Bucky hadn’t heard it- but from the look on his face, you know he did.
“You- what?”
Wiping your eyes, it takes you a moment to speak, “Banner made me take a pregnancy test before I did my X-Ray and it came back positive.” Bucky’s eyes light up the tiniest bit hearing the more positive part of the story, despite fully knowing that you had still lost the baby, “But I lost it. He said that I was probably stressed, and also quaaludes aren’t supposed to be taken when pregnant.”
Shaking his head as you shamefully look down at him with tears streaming down your face, he gets up off his knees and wraps his arms around you.
You didn’t care whether or not he would want to have the baby with you or whether he even still loved you at that point. If he hated you for losing the baby, or if he thought your body was broken. You needed that fucking hug.
-
After watching you sleep for a good hour, making sure that you were properly down and finally at peace, Bucky stood on shaky legs and exited the bedroom, softly shutting the door behind him.
Without moving, he just rests his head against the door tiredly, shutting his eyes and allowed one lone tear to escape before wiping it at the sound of Steve behind him.
“You good?”
Turning around slowly, Bucky’s glad it was Steve to catch him instead of anyone else.
Shaking his head, Steve pulls his brows together concerned and steps closer to Bucky as he lets out a shaky breath, “Y/N was pregnant.” He finally reveals, heart dropping at the way Steve’s eyes lit up and then dimmed at the realisation of Bucky’s use of past tense… was, “She lost it.” Bucky painfully confirms.
Steve often knew what to do in a lot of situations that Bucky didn’t. But right now, Steve was stumped. He didn’t think there was any right thing to do in this situation actually, so instead he just pulls Bucky in for a much needed hug. It seems everyone needs one.
“I’m sorry, Buck.” He pats his back reassuringly.
Neither of them cared if someone were to walk in and see. Bucky didn’t care if he looked weak. He knew he was. He couldn’t even protect you, he couldn’t protect your unborn baby- he failed.
So he was going to do everything he could to redeem himself.
Pulling himself out of Steve’s embrace, he heads for Tony’s office, “I gotta see Tony-“
Steve is hot in Bucky’s trail, following after him closely knowing damn well this could go either one of two ways. Very good or very bad.
“Are you insane?” Tony asks, arms crossed as he stares Bucky down after hearing Bucky’s plea to hunt down Brock and kill him… now.
“No, I’m not. We can do it.”
“How? We only just found out what we’re dealing with.” Tony reminds him, pointing to his own chest. Brock was bold, smart and quick enough to kill Tony, what else was he capable of? Oh yeah, killing you and your baby, “We haven’t even discussed tactics, soldiers, a time, a damn place, Buck.”
“And? The best wars happened on a whim.” Bucky argues, continuing to stand his ground despite the many valid points Tony presents him.
“And too many people died. We’re not losing men for Rumlow. We devise a plan so that there’s no fatalities on our side- it’s simple as that and there’s no argument.” Tony says and it’s clear to everyone in the room that that’s the final decision.
But that doesn’t stop Bucky like it once would’ve, “Well, then I want to be the one to kill him.” He basically demands, a bold move that even has Steve’s heart racing in fear for his best friend, “I was the lead for the mission, I should get to do it.”
But Tony’s not as angry as everyone expected him to be, having just been ordered around. Instead, there’s a look of intrigue over his face as he leans against his desk, “Why? What’d he do to set you off?”
Looking over at Steve briefly, Bucky just now realises he has to come clean, “He almost killed you.” Bucky starts off with, too hesitant to say the next thing, but figured it’s best to just bite the bullet and come clean- as long as it lets him be the one to kill Brock, “He did the same to Y/N… And she was pregnant…”
Tony’s stare wavers as he blinks unceremoniously, “You idiot.” He stands from his desk now, pointing at Bucky, “You were strictly instructed not to get her pregnant-“
“She’s my wife.”
“Your fake wife! That you honestly should’ve divorced by now-“
“It’s not fake anymore. I love her.” Bucky confesses flat out, standing from his chair now too so that he’s face to face with Tony, “And it doesn’t even matter that I got her pregnant, okay? She lost the baby. Rumlow killed my fucking baby before I even knew it existed!”
There was a lot that made Tony Stark a ruthless business man. There was little that made him cry or even feel an ounce of sympathy. The same went for a lot of other men in the mob. But there was a big, thick red line that almost every man would draw, and that was at children. No child gets hurt.
For the first time in a long time, Tony’s features soften as he takes in Bucky’s words, “I’m sorry.”
“She didn’t deserve any of this.” Bucky shakes his head, not even berating himself for letting the tears start to fall in front of his very own boss- no matter how weak it made him seem, “We didn’t need to do all this to get the money-“
“Bucky, come on-“ Tony grabs at Bucky’s face to calm him down, using his thumbs to wipe away his tears, “Okay, I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. You’re right, she didn’t deserve any of this… and whether she did or not, he’s not getting away with killing any child.” Tony basically promises Bucky, “But we have to plan this carefully. I’ll let you call most of the shots, but you just have to trust me on this.”
“We start planning now.” Bucky demands and Tony just nods, staying true to his word, letting him call the shots,
“Okay.” He nods, patting his shoulder, “How about in the morning, I think everyone’s still sleeping-“ He smiles and also manages to get a small smile from Bucky.
-
Waking up in the soft, cushy, cold bed almost made you forget everything that had just happened in the last 24 hours. Almost. You don’t think it’s possible to ever forget losing a child.
Sitting up in bed now, you stare out the large window that oversees basically the whole of New York. You liked people watching whenever you were in high buildings- it gave you some kind of strange comfort knowing that you weren’t the only person in the world who was going through something. It reminded you that everyone had their own little lives, their own issues. Sometimes it would freak you out just how many people lived in New York also but that was a thought for another day.
The opening of the bedroom door made you turn your head, relief flooding through you that it was just Bucky and not one of his coworkers coming to kick you out.
He smiled at you warmly, muttering a small ‘hey’ and sitting next to you on the bed cautiously, “Are you feeling okay?”
All you can do is nod in response. It was a bit of a silly question, of course you weren’t okay, but you appreciated that he was… trying, “Are you still sending me to Romania?”
“Not if you don’t want to.” You’re a little caught by surprise at how he’s giving you the option to decide whether or not you want to go to Romania, as opposed to last night when it seemed as if he was just going to throw you onto the next flight and see you later. You shake your head, “Then no.” You sigh gladly and give him a small thankful smile, “I’m really sorry, for everything… I just wanted you safe.” He begins and today… you really feel like he’s being genuine. Moving a careful hand up, you interlock your hand with his and squeeze, sort of as a way of telling him that you forgive him, “I’m sorry.”
Looking up at him, closer than you’re used to, but not a complete stranger to, you finally see the dark circles under his eyes, his bloodshot eyes, the small stubble growing on his cheeks. Bringing up your other free hand, you caress the spiky stumble, “Are you okay?”
Smiling, he places a hand over yours and just holds it against his face for a moment, “Yeah, I’m okay.” He moves your hand and places a kiss to it before both of you move in sync to rest in each other’s embrace, a long awaited- and of course, very much need interaction, “I promise it’ll all be over soon.” He kisses into your hair.
You’d spent the rest of the day exploring the tower by yourself. You had nothing else to do and Bucky was- you guessed it- at work.
But he’d told you that tonight would be the last night he’d be at work for a long time and that after tonight, he wanted to plan a vacation with you. Anywhere of your choice.
The tower seemed like this never ending maze and you were surprised by just how much actually fit inside it.
By the time you’d seemingly explored every square inch of the building and returned back to the living area, it was empty. There were a few people lingering when you had began your journey, but they were seemingly long gone now.
You furrowed your brows, honestly a little unnerved at how eerily silent it now was. So, you sat yourself down on the plush couch and turned on the TV- which of course had every channel, movie and tv show that ever existed- which meant you were well-occupied until Bucky would come back from wherever the hell he was.
-
“Shit!” Steve mutters, clenching his eyes shut as he clutches his bleeding leg.
“Steve!” Bucky yells, looking over at his best friend on the ground, quite literally watched on helplessly as the bullet disappeared into Steve’s thigh.
Seeing Sam run toward Steve, Bucky’s blood boils as he searches frantically for Brock in the sea of flames and rubble. Spotting the little rat, Bucky quickly aims his gun and shoots blindly into the general direction.
He can’t see much, but from the way a loud yelp rings throughout the building, Bucky knows he hit someone.
Tony and Natasha run back to the car now, not a single scratch on them as they immediately aid Steve.
Seeing as everyone was making their way back to the cars now, it was clear that the warehouse had been cleared out and that many- if not all, of Brocks men had either been killed or scared off.
But that’s not what Bucky wanted. He wanted Brock dead and what Bucky wants, Bucky gets.
“Get him to the tower!” Bucky orders Sam before fully bottling towards the warehouse.
“Bucky!” He hears Tony yell, but ignores it as he pulls out his smaller pistol.
Entering the now desolate warehouse with multiple bodies covering the floor, Bucky can hear Rumlow scurrying about like the rodent he is and smiles to himself. Spotting the bundle of gas pipes with danger signs planted all along the walls above it, Bucky shoots each pipe until he hears the burst of each one.
Then, slowly back away from the pipes towards the door, he pulls out the lighter from his boot, flicks it on and chucks it straight to the gas-leaking pipes.
He runs as fast as his feet can take him, until he finds himself on the floor. The brunt of the explosion too big and loud for Bucky to keep running. But he’s not dead- well, he hopes not.
He sees a light- but usually there’s only one bright light, right? Why are there two?
Sam skids the car to a halt right in front of Bucky as Tony jumps out and pulls him into the car like he did with Steve not too long ago, before Sam is jumping back in the drivers seat and revving off back to the tower.
-
You were half asleep by the time you’d heard the rumble of commotion coming from the elevators.
Your eyes shot open and you frantically sat up, worried that it was all finally happening. ‘The war’ that Bucky had always talked about. They’d find you and torture you and keep you hostage- maybe even kill you.
As you come to your sense and look over at the elevator, you’re relieved to see Bucky- but that relief is short lived when you see him covered in dirt and blood, “Oh my God-“ You stand from the couch, gasping abruptly when you see the rest of them carrying Steve who looks close to passing out- possibly death if you didn’t know any better.
“Where’s Banner?” Bucky asks you, having tried reaching Bruce multiple times on the way here, to not avail.
“Wh- Supply run.” You answer, remembering him coming up to the floor you’re on now and informing you he’d be back soon.
“Fuck.” Bucky mutters, “Okay. Go upstairs-“
Ignoring Bucky’s order, too distracted in the way Steve is literally bleeding out all over the marble floor whilst the others cluelessly try and console him, you realise you have to step.
“Steve-“ You approach him as they set him on the couch, assessing the bullet wound in his thigh, you grab the think blanket draped over the end of the couch and rip a long strip off the end with ease, tying it harshly above Steve’s thigh to stop the bleeding. He winces in pain as you tie the knot and you feel so bad for hurting him, “I’m sorry.” Looking down at the bullet hole, you realise that it’s gonna be best if the fabric of his pants aren’t in the way, “Hey, stay awake.” You slap his face softly, seeing his eyes slowly drift close but jolt awake when you make contact with his skin.
“Banners coming up.” Bucky announces and you just nod.
“Someone get me scissors?” You ask frantically and Natasha quickly jogs to the kitchen and back with a pair of scissors. You continue to repeatedly apologise as you cut around the wound, removing the fabric from his sticky skin causing him to groan.
Once the fabric is removed and you feel you’ve done the best you could to make sure Bruce can properly remove the bullet, you slap Steve’s face a few more times to make sure he stays awake.
When Bruce arrives on the floor, he quickly takes over, not even bothering to move Steve to the med lab, instead just getting to work and removing the bullet.
You left the scene to go wash your hands. Somehow you’d managed to get Steve’s blood on your hands and shirt.
You hoped he was going to be okay. You’re almost certain he would be, but you hope he doesn’t have to amputate his leg or anything. Though, it would be cool you guess- especially because Bucky. Metal arm, metal leg. Besties.
After you changed your shirt and washed yourself clean, you exited the bathroom to find Bucky just now entering the bedroom.
“Is he okay?” You ask, assuming Banner had finished taking out the bullet from Steve’s leg now that Bucky was no longer out there.
“Yeah, he’ll be alright.” He nods, “Banner said you did good stopping the bleeding and keeping him awake.”
Whatever Bucky said, goes in one ear and out the other as you eye the blood spots that stain his shirt from the inside.
“You’re hurt.” You tell him, approaching him to get a proper look at his injuries which just so happen to be small cuts and forming bruises.
“I’m fine.” He waves you off, “I’m not shot.”
Shaking your head, you make him sit down on the bed and rifle through your duffel bag to fetch the first aid kit you saw in there once before.
Grabbing the rubbing alcohol and a few bandages you pour some of the liquid onto a cotton pad before softly pressing it against the fresh cuts, the sting causing Bucky to flinch and wince.
“Sorry.” You apologise, wiping the cuts clean so that they won’t infect into something much worse, and bandaging them up.
“Thanks.” He mumbles after you patch up the last small injury, smiling down at you as you pack away the things back into the kit.
“Did you kill that guy?” You ask curiously, connecting the dots earlier that ‘The War’ had in fact started and was the cause of the teams dishevelled state.
“Probably.” Bucky shrugs, “Blew up his warehouse with him inside it. Killed all his men. If I didn’t kill him, then it definitely won’t be long. He can’t survive without them.”
“That’s good.” You nod, and despite the fact that Bucky didn’t exactly know for sure if he had killed that Brock guy, you still felt an abundance of relief knowing he probably wouldn’t be causing you any trouble anytime soon, “Y-you should shower.”
“Do I stink that bad?”
“You’ll thank me later.”
-
Despite Bucky promising you that after yesterday, he’d take you on a long vacation to any location of your choosing, that wasn’t exactly the case.
There were a lot of legal matters to take care of to cover their tracks in killing all of Rumlows men and Tony and Bucky had basically worked with their authority friends all day to conjure up an alibi as to what happened that night that wouldn’t land them all in prison.
You didn’t entirely mind. Now wasn’t the exact appropriate time to go on vacation anyway and besides, if you were on vacation, then who would look out for Steve?
Everyone else was so busy dealing with the aftermath of the war that you were really the only person who had time for Steve. But that was okay. Steve meant a lot to you- he was always so nice to you and you knew he’d probably do the same for you if Bucky wasn’t able.
You spent most hours of the day by his side in his recovery room, mostly just watching TV, but every so often monitoring his heart rate and vitals.
He’d lost a lot of blood, especially since no one had stopped the bleeding from the location to the tower and thus, he entered a coma whilst Bruce took the bullet out.
“Anything?” Bucky enters the room, startling you a little as you watched the TV on low volume.
“Hasn’t moved a muscle.” You shake your head, rubbing your thumb over Steve’s hand, “Do you think he’ll wake tomorrow?”
“Probably.” Bucky nods, “Banner said 2-3 days and Steve’s a unit.” You smile a little. Yeah, Steve was a fucking unit. Rubbing your shoulder, Bucky turns off the TV in front of you,“Come on, he’ll be okay. Come to bed.”
You set Steve’s room back into place, cleaning up your mess and tucking him in for the fifth time that day before placing a kiss to his head and wishing him goodnight.
Turning back around, you smiled as you saw Bucky tick his jaw playfully, “Oh, stop. He’s like my brother-in-law.”
“You never kiss me on the head like that.”
“You’re never in a coma.”
-
As you watch an episode of SpongeBob, your head whips around to Steve as you hear him shift in his sleep. Pausing the episode, you place your hand over his and watch as his eyes slowly flutter open.
“Hey,” You speak a little too loud, excitement taking over you as Steve finally wakes up, “How’re you feeling?”
He swallows before speaking, “I’ve seen better days.”
You smile as he offers you the smallest grin, so glad that he’s okay. Reaching over to his mini fridge, you pull out a bottle of cold water and Gatorade, handing them to him as he sits up slowly, “Here.”
He takes the Gatorade first, indulging the first few sips since it’s been two whole days since he’s had any kind of refreshment.
“You took care of me.” He says matter of factly as he puts down the bottle.
You roll your eyes, abashed, “I stopped the bleeding. Banner saved your leg from amputation.”
He opens his mouth to speak again, but Bucky’s booming voice entering the room catches his attention instead, “He’s alive!”
Standing from your seat, you let Bucky and the rest of the team catch up with Steve, telling him all about what happened with Brock.
“Can I speak with you for a moment?” You turn at the sound of an unfamiliar voice at your ear, heart picking up when you see who it belongs to.
Tony stands before you, and you know better than to turn him down, “Sure.” You hate the way your voice quakes a little when you answer him, following him on nervous legs as he nods to the living room.
You don’t exactly know what you expected him to say to you- or do to you. Part of you was scared he’d kill you- for what reason you weren’t sure but the possibility was definitely out there.
“You helped save one of my men.” He starts off with, your heart rate going back to normal as his face doesn’t seem as stern and he sounds… grateful? “I’m sorry I never really opened up to you. You’ve got your dads eyes and your moms smile…”
Blinking up at him, your mouth opens and closes like a stupid fish as you take in his words, “You knew my parents?”
“Somewhat.” He shrugs, “Weren’t on good terms when they passed. I guess I took my guilt out on you, you look so much like the both of them it’s actually kinda scary.” You had absolutely no idea. If you’d known he knew your parents, maybe you would’ve felt a little safer with him- or not. Because he was lying… “I’m sorry… redo?” He holds his hand out for you and you shake it immediately.
No matter what had happened in the past few days, things were really starting to look up. Bucky was a lot happier and had a lot more time with you. Natasha and Wanda even talked to you a few times.
Though, you had a few moments where you’d remember… you know, but Bucky was always there to console you.
So, you were very open to redos. New beginnings.
-
It was about a week later that it was deemed safe to go back home. At that point, however, you barely wanted to go back because you were having so much fun at the tower with everyone.
But, you knew that the quicker you were gone, the quicker you and Bucky could go on that vacation.
Practically jumping out of the car- both in excitement and because it was literally too high from the ground.
“Nope.” Bucky shakes his head, rounding the car from the passenger side and stalking towards you, dipping down and picking you up bridal style.
You squeal in surprise, but let him carry you up the stairs of the house.
You giggle as he struggles to unlock the front doors many locks, as well as hold you up while you press kisses to his neck.
He kicks open the door once he finally unlocks every lock and you bite his neck when he squeezes your ass.
“Let’s get married again.” You almost don’t hear it, because he said it so abruptly and you were in the middle of laughing,“Properly.”
“Wha- why?” You ask, halting all playful actions.
“Because,” He shrugs, “You deserve a proper wedding.”
Bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to contain your smile, you nod, “Okay.”
“Okay.”
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wtf shut up if this is bad i’m sorry
if you guys like this, i may do a part two bc there is still a lot that needs fo be unpacked but lol
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A Proper Lesson.
teacher!daemon x student!rhaenyra
A/N: I don't usually do character x character fics but here's to smth new! Here's the reader version! This was a request so i hope you enjoy
TW: MAJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, spanking!, dacryphilia, bondage, no incest lol
word count: 1,488 words
It’s filthy, the way he thinks about her, the way he looks at her. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, and Rhaenyra is always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but she is perhaps looking for it. It could be why she never turns assignments in on time or why she spends more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing her homework. She’s just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows her father and he realizes how Rhaenyra gets away with everything, but he won’t let her behaviour slide any longer.
“Miss Targaryen, you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to her as the other students file out.
“Is there a problem, professor?” She asks innocently.
He wants to say that the fact that he can see her nipples through her top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”
“I need an extension.”
“I hardly believe that.”
“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”
Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Viserys is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”
“I need a three day extension.” She gives him a condescending little smirk.
“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.
“I’m sure I will.” Rhaenyra smirks before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.
The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and she walks in without placing a physical copy on his desk. She’s dressed even sluttier today, her tits poking through her dress that barely covers her ass. He’s infuriated by it, by her.
“Miss Targaryen, I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants her to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”
“It’ll be ready Thursday.”
“I said you had to have it in today.”
“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” She smoothes out the ruffles on her dress before checking her nails. “Can I go now?” She asks in a bored tone.
“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative.
“Excuse me?” She has the audacity to look insulted.
“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs her arm, pulling her to the desk.
“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” She screeches before letting out a huff as she’s forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but she’ll hardly be able to break them.
“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs her wrists behind her back.
“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”
Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around her mouth to gag her. He keeps one hand on her upper back as he lifts her skirt.
“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through her folds. Not quite wet yet.
He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how her eyes widen in fear. Does she think he’s going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on her ass. She yelps through the gag but Rhaenyra isn’t even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear her. He spanks her again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on her cheeks. He won’t be stopping until her whole ass is red. He spanks her again, and again, until her yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew she would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.
“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. She looks back at him with tears glistening in her eyes.
“I-I’m sorry, sir.” She says softly.
“Are you?” He smacks her hard with the belt and she arches her back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” She takes too long to respond and he belts her again. Her poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between her thighs tells him she needed it. “Answer me.”
“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give her a few more harsh smacks. She whimpers at each one.
He pulls her by her hair back up to her feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”
She obeys quickly, practically falling to her knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because she’s still cuffed and puts it to her lips. She sucks like her life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of her hair and starts fucking her mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from her eyes as she gags around him.
“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, Rhaenyra.” He commands before spilling on her tongue. She nearly chokes on it but swallows everything.
He pulls her up by her hair again and slaps her ass hard before pushing her back on the table.
“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” She breathes out.
“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives her a few seconds and she doesn’t move so Daemon shoves his cock into her tight cunt. She nearly screams but he grips her around her throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into her.
He brings his free hand down to pinch her clit while the hand around her throat prevents her from making any noises. When she finally calms down enough to be quiet, he lets go of her neck so he can use both hands to push her legs down into a mating press. She lets out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”
“No you can’t!” She squeals out as he pulls out. She begins to squirm so he flips her onto her tummy.
“I can fuck whatever hole I want.”
He spanks her thighs a few times to punish her for complaining but it doesn’t stop her squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of her slick over her puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching her out as she kicks her feet and whines.
“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” She’s lucky she is all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into her ass, bottoming out right away.
“Ahh, ahh.” She whimpers as he thrusts into her. She hates how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts her by rubbing her clit.
“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into her deeper.
“I-m gonna… cu-m.” She manages to get out as he rubs her faster.
“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.”
That triggers her instantly as she reaches her peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside her once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.
“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs her but she can barely stand. “You need to leave.”
She straightens out her dress but she has nothing to wipe the cum from between her legs. “But I need-” She starts.
“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving her a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”
Rhaenyra gulps and nods before picking up her things. Daemon gets the door for her and she nearly stumbles out of the room as he sends her off with one more smack on the ass.
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haikyuu boys that ━━
━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.
iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up.
miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming.
akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.
sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.
goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his.
kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3
lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.
━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets.
tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”
bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too.
kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10.
sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s.
suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him.
ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better.
terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after.
oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little.
━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again.
miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough.
kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????
aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.
kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after.
satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr.
matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3
━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years.
all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3
end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too!
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HOL Smoke Session
This was supposed to be done much sooner but y’know oh well. Happy late 4/20 at least I finished it in April
Lucifer
I feel like he’d either be very spaced out or giggly and engaged
Kinda like a kid when they get excited and need to show you something right now
Showing you his completed paperwork like a kid who just cleaned his room without being asked
Very proud of what he’s accomplished
If he spaces out though, he’ll just stare at the wall
Unblinking, mouth hanging open, and probably has difficulty standing up
I feel like he’s more of a drinker though so he wouldn’t partake too often
Mammon
Fuck
Money making schemes out the ass but they’re even more prone to failure I’m sorry ily
Probably pretty loud too and doesn’t remember how to whisper
Crow laugh
He will drop his tsundere act though, he’s definitely a cuddle slut
Forehead kisses are a must
It’s probably not new to him but he needs his sharp mind for gambling
Leviathan
Will not stop talking
Like holy shit but we love him
Gaming and anime rants x10
His anxiety is at bay for the most part, but if he freaks out he’s not shy with affection anymore either
Please just hold him
Sometimes gets a little buzzed before going outside if he knows there’s gonna be a lot of stress
Satan
Hear me out
Lucifer drinks, Satan smokes
He started because the smell would stick to anything and Lucifer HATED it
So naturally he smoked inside as much as he could
In the midst of Lucifer’s misery, Satan actually found it mellowing him out more than most things did
He just calms down and gets kinda giggly
Wants to go looking for a cat and will if you don’t stop him
I can see him smoking pretty often, it gets him even more lost in reading and calms him
Asmodeus
He is F E E L I N G himself
Even more confidence, if that’s even possible
Also even sweeter again if that’s even possible
He wants to do your makeup but will cry if he messes it up
He messes it up he’s so sorry
Very giggly but that cute asmo giggle that makes you cream
He does lose his fashion sense, he’ll go shopping with Satan without criticizing
“OOO Satan! Look! This green striped bow tie would look ABSOLUTELY STUNNING over that red undershirt. Oh! ESPECIALLY with those yellow shoes, it just makes everything POP!”
Always ashamed after, but the confidence in the moment makes everyone think he’s serious
He’s started some very horrible trends on accident
He’ll smoke occasionally, but please do not let him shop
He can’t have anyone finding out that HE was the one who picked out that horrendous outfit
Beelzebub
He doesn’t smoke much because of how active he is, he needs all that lung capacity
Much prefers eating to smoking and does so relatively often
He smokes when him or Belphie have had a really bad nightmare and need calming down faster than the edible would hit
I like the headcanon that Beel’s stomach is content when he’s eating, even if it’s a slow pace, and the longer he goes without eating the hungrier he gets
Now yes if he inhales 16 burgers at once it’ll take a little longer (about an hour) for his stomach to start growling. But, if it takes him an hour to finish a bag or Doritos, that’ll be enough to satisfy his hunger for about a half hour
Basically when he’s stoned he eats very slow; one chip at a time shit
He wants to savor the taste instead of just wolfing it down to stop the hunger pains
He’s not much of a talker, sober or high, but he’s all smiles and just a happy, warm energy
Belphegor
You’re tripping if you think Belphie isn’t always stoned
I’m convinced that’s all he does when he’s awake
The trauma is deep with this one but drinking makes his head spin and keeps him from falling asleep when that’s all he wants to do
He can’t handle hangovers either, he’d rather just cough in the moment and drink some water
Beel has a mini fridge in their room just filled with water for Belphie because he doesn’t want his throat to hurt
He smokes with Beel when they have nightmares and always stays up to help him bake edibles
Headcanon Beel asked for his help on making edibles one time and Belphie discovers his love for baking
Now he always somehow ends up in the kitchen when someone is baking, even if there’s no weed involved
Let him lick the spoon
Beel’s eating headcanon idea: https://underratedbitch-number13.tumblr.com/post/680240449812824064
Original Idea: https://kitsune-oji.tumblr.com/post/661844926251909120/ah-hi-i-really-like-your-writing-so
These are the fics that gave me these ideas. Both of these people are phenomenal writers I highly suggest following them!
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One of my favorite stories I’ve ever read is “Lessons Learned”. So I would like to request something similar with a mixture of Hard dom/ Brat tamer Bakugou ❤️🔥 Take it in whatever direction you want, I know I’ll enjoy it however it ends up 😏
@ssplague, bestieeee! Tysm! 🥺💕 I'm sooooo fucking sorry it took me so long to answer your ask! It made me weak the first time I read it! I've got so many other wips I should probably be working on rn, but I finally said FUCKIT! I nEED this in my life rn!
I LOVED writing Lessons Learned - god! It was hard to get through tho. Nearly every time I sat down and started working on it, it always ended the same way and that's all I'ma say rn! 😈
Yes. I see your HardDom!BratTamer!Bakugou and raise you Jealous!Exhibitionist!Bakugou. 💅🏼💋
I hope it's worth the wait...
MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼
The Performance 💥 HardDom!BratTamer!Jealous!Exhibitionist! Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW
Warnings: slight dubcon, Dom/sub dynamic, possessive dynamic, exhibitionism, marking, circle jerk, creampie, absolute filth
Word Count: 2.9k
It was half past 9 when he walked through the door at the well-to-do club where you'd been enjoying down time with some of your friends. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the half-circle booth next to you, putting his warm, athletic arm over your bare shoulders.
"How long you been waitin'?"
"Maybe an hour?"
He looked down, grumbling. "Got here as soon as I could". He glanced at you with his bottom lip poking out.
You propped your cheek on your hand and smiled at him, rubbing his arm. "I know, babe. It's perfectly fine, I understand".
"Ay, Bakubro! You finally made it!", Kiri yelled from across the table.
Katsuki snarled at him. "Yeah! Some of us have to actually work for a living!"
At that very moment, the cocktail waitress stopped by the table to take Katsuki's order and Mina yelled, "Yes please, for the love of god, get that man a drink!"
He growled at her before turning back to the waitress. "Four fingers of whiskey straight, no chaser".
She scampered off and everyone fell into the chatter and laughs they'd been sharing when Katsuki arrived.
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You were on your way back to the table from the restroom when you felt fingers against your elbow and a voice behind you say, "Hey, (y/n)!"
"Oh hey!" It was a young man a few years younger than yourself who worked in the same office building as you. "Fancy seeing you here". He appeared to be with a couple of friends judging by the prying eyes peering from behind him, smirking.
"I know, right? I've been here a few times, but I don't think I've seen you here before".
"Really? I come here quite regularly and I've seen you here before".
"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been paying attention".
"Don't worry about it! I just thought I'd say hi this time".
"I'm glad you did! Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here". You waved your fingers at him and started back towards your table again only to see Katsuki's eyes about to burst into flames as he watched you approach.
When you sat down, he leaned in. "Who's he?"
You waved him off. "Just a guy who works in the same building as I do".
"What did he want?"
"Nothing, just wanted to say h-"
"Bullshit". He placed his hand over your thigh under the table. "When a guy looks at a woman the way he was looking at you, trust me baby, he wants something". His large, rough hand squeezed the meat of your thigh beneath it. It hurt and you gripped his wrist in an effort to keep the whine in the back of your throat from escaping. The rest of your party was too close in proximity...at least one or two of them would've heard you. "I don't like it when other guys look at you like that". He dragged his fingers upward, taking the hem of your skirt along with them.
"Katsuki, get ahold of yourself. They're just looking...it's not like they're touching me".
He put his mouth to your ear. "Fuck it. Let 'em look". His hand moved further up your skirt, parting your legs enough that you could feel the cold draft of air against your dampening panties. "It'll just give me every reason I need to show them who you belong to".
His eyes shifted away from yours and you followed them to see what he was looking at. The guy who had just been flirting with you was watching as your husband's hand worked between your legs. His eyes flicked to Katsuki’s whose dark, lopsided, toothy grin spread across his handsome face, pleased that he was making himself clear to the other man that he had already laid his claim on you.
His pinky grazed your clothed, wet slit and you squirmed in your seat, trapping his hand between your thighs hoping it would make him relent. "Stop it, Katsuki", you growled at him.
But he twisted his wrist until he was able to push your panties aside with two of his fingers. He sank said fingers between your inner folds, coating them with your clear slick before curling them upwards to flick them over your hardening clit. You shuddered under his touch as he locked eyes with the other man, making sure he was watching when Katsu raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them both off at once.
You glanced down to see Katsuki's cock pushing against the fabric of his slacks, tight against him in his sitting position. Showing other men that you belonged to him had always put him in a rut. You used the situation to your advantage and knowing he wouldn't follow you with a half, but nevertheless large, erection for everyone to see, you stood up in one fluid movement, turning away from him and strutting to the bar.
As you waited for the busy bartender to take your order, you noticed the rather strapping gentleman who stood beside you, looking down at his glowing phone screen.
"What can I get for you ma'am?"
You looked back at the bartender, who'd finally spoken to you. "Oh, um- (favorite drink)-"
"On me", the man beside you said.
"Yes sir", the bartender said before turning to his task.
You looked again at the handsome man beside you - taller than Katsuki, but he didn't exude quite the same confidence he did. Then again, not many people did.
"Thank you, you didn't have to do that".
"I know". He gave you a smug, sidelong look. "I wanted to".
You tried to hide your smile, but fuck. His sexiness could easily go head to head with Katsuki's. You watched his eyes travel from your face down to your toes and back up again. You could almost feel your possessive husband's fiery eyes burning a hole in your back.
You turned to face the gentleman beside you, glancing over at the blond in the process. When you focused your gaze back to the man beside you, Katsuki stood up and started stalking towards you. His dick still wasn't completely soft yet, but he didn't care. He probably wanted the man next to you to see the bulge in his pants, using it to his advantage during the impending exchange at the bar. Not many men had a bigger cock than Katsuki and he knew it.
He wrapped his arm around your waist, squaring his hips off at the other man, most likely willing him to notice his size. "Let's go".
You pushed back against him. "Stop Katsu, I'm not ready to go yet".
He locked eyes with the man beside you and put his mouth right up next to your ear. "Would you prefer I fuck you right here on this bar to show everyone who your slutty pussy belongs to? Because I will! You're already wet and aching for my cock, aren't you, pretty girl?"
He was NOT bluffing. You knew your Dom. It had only taken him once before to show you that he was not above covertly pulling his dick out and pushing it inside your hot cunt while standing behind you at a crowded bar, much like the one you were standing at now.
The bartender sat your drink down on a small napkin, but Katsuki pushed it back to him and said, "Oi! Throw this one out and make her another one". He glared at the taller man beside you. "ALL of her drinks are on me, got that?"
He slid two thick fingers inside the plunging neckline of that little black number you wore, carding your hard nipple between them as he rutted his hips against your bottom. "Well?"
A part of you wanted him to fuck you then and there with the other man watching. But you'd never let it actually go that far. "Katsu, please go sit down and I'll be over after I get my drink since I have to wait longer for it now". You rolled your eyes.
He leaned back, his vermillion eyes searching yours until they locked onto the feminine form brushing past your shoulder. He reached out and stopped the cocktail waitress in her tracks, leaning down to her ear, whispering something. Without another word, he calmly walked away and sat back down at the table.
Stubborn as you were, you held your position at the bar. A couple of minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement near the table where Katsuki was seated. The same waitress was now leaning down and whispering in his ear, her lips less than an inch from his face. He caught your gaze and smirked before turning his face towards hers. For a second it looked like he might actually kiss her. You were relieved for about half a second when she stood up and started walking away from him, only to watch him stand up as well and follow her up the stairs into the private VIP area.
Now it was your head that was about to explode. I know he did NOT just invite a fucking cocktail waitress to the VIP so he can fuck her! He turned the tables faster than a cheap hooker turns tricks on the streets of Vegas. You knew how other females looked at him. Hell, males too! That girl was probably 10 years your junior too, barely old enough to be serving alcohol. And now you watched as she led your husband up the stairs.
Drink forgotten, you marched your pretty, indignant ass right up to the 2nd level, ready to snatch a bitch up by her hair only to find Katsuki sitting on the couch, alone.
"Seems you're a petty, jealous asshole too".
Relieved, you plopped down on the couch next to your faithful husband, putting your arm over his waist as he pulled you in and kissed your forehead.
You lowered your head to his chest only to notice once again that his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants. You stroked him through the rough material as he raised up, pushing his erection closer to you, physically begging for more of your touch. You palmed him a couple more times before unzipping his slacks and pulling his cock out. He wasn't fully hard yet, but if you had anything to do with it, he was going to be standing at full attention in less than a minute.
You lowered your head further and pushed some spit through your ruby lips onto the angry head of his dick. He watched as you lowered your mouth and swirled your tongue around the smooth texture of his tip before sinking your lips down around him, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. Not easy, but you're a blow job champ determined to take all of it for the team.
Only a couple of minutes passed by when Katsuki pulled you off his cock. You raised your lusty gaze to see the two men who'd flirted with you standing side-by-side, eyes as big as half dollars at the sight of your tits hanging out of your dress with a fat string of saliva hanging from your bottom lip. Your face snapped to Katsuki who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What the fuck, Katsuki? Why are they here?"
"Because I had them brought here to watch and see under no uncertain terms who the fuck you belong to!"
Your protest was cut short when Katsuki flipped your body around so that you were facing the back of the couch. He pushed your skirt up around your waist and hooked your soaking panties with his thumb, pushing them aside and holding them against your ass cheek. "I suggest you hold onto something, you bratty cockslut!"
"Baby, no, I don't want them to see-". You averted your eyes from theirs.
Katsuki gave his thick cock a couple of strokes before pushing the head against your weeping entrance.
"Katsuki, you can't-". Your words failed you as he sank his meaty cock inside you.
He looked over at the audience of two, who were enraptured as they watched your husband pull himself nearly all the way out before gliding himself in balls deep again. He set a rhythm, making sure that the two guys who'd had the audacity to flirt with you could see the striations of your slick along his length as he fucked you. The younger of the two, the office boy, had been palming himself through his pants.
"Oh my god, Katsu! They're watching us!"
"I know, that's the fucking point!" Maintaining his pace, he looked at them. "You understand now that she's mine?"
Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. Katsuki pounded his thighs against you harder, a sharp clap ringing through all 8 ears. "Answer me!" The taller man's erection was now evident through the fabric of his pants.
"Y-yes, I un-understand", one of them mustered while the other one could only nod.
Katsuki's wet balls were slapping your clit now, and you whimpered "Katsu? Baby?"
He wrapped your hair around his fist, ignoring your mewl. He never broke eye contact with the men who'd made passes at you. "Tell her who the fuck she belongs to".
The younger one had pulled his cock through his open zipper, jerking off his smaller dick with his eyes locked on the point where your body met your husband's.
"Look at her!", Katsuki commanded. Both pairs of eyes met yours, their dry mouths hanging open. "SAY IT!"
They both jumped. "Y-you...belong to h-him", said the younger man who had been jacking off.
"The name's fucking Bakugou! Fucking say it!"
The same guy said, "You b-belong to B-Bakugou!"
By this time the taller man had pulled his dick out too, much larger than that of the other guy, but he still didn't hold a candle to Katsuki.
Katsuki's eyes darted to his. "Say my fucking name!" Your pussy was sucking him hard and his voice nearly cracked.
"B-Bakugou..."
"That's right...Bakugou. It's her last name too, you fucking beta. Don't you ever forget!"
The man's eyes drifted over to your pussy just in time to see the pink ring of flesh around your husband's cock begin an undulating cycle of flexing and relaxing. "Nnn-Katsu! G-gonna cum!"
Your thighs tightened and your hips stopped rocking back against Katsuki's, but the clamping down of your vaginal walls only got stronger as you unraveled around your husband's weighty cock.
He pulled back on the fistful of your hair, still plunging himself deep within your quivering cunt. Smarmy as ever, he looked at the taller man again. "Who does this fucking pussy belong to?"
"Y-you! I-I mean, Bakugou!"
"You're goddamn right it fucking does". Katsuki's groan escaped on the tail end of his words.
You could feel his cock tensing up inside you, such was his size. "Katsu?" Your body had turned to putty as you tried to hold onto what little shred of dignity you had left. "Cum for me, Katsu!", you whimpered.
"Why the fuck should I?"
"C-uz I want y-ou to mark m-e!" Your eyeliner smeared across the leather material of the couch cushion.
"That's a good a reason as any", he said before shifting his eyes away from the small circle jerk and back down to you. "Ah fuck, baby, yeah. I'll fucking mark you alright!" His eyes darted back up to that of his audience. "Gonna make sure my musk saturates you so they can fucking smell me on you!"
Drool seeped from your open mouth against the cream-colored leather. Your tits swayed and your ass cheeks rippled from the sheer force of Katsuki's relentless thrusts.
"Ah fuck, baby, gonna fill you up with my seed! So fucking full of it you're not going to be able to hold it all in!" Katsuki's hips snapped against your ass one last time before locking up, his ass flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, flexing.
The younger man who'd been jacking off whined quietly as he blew his load onto the carpet beneath him.
"Nn fuck", the taller one groaned.
Finished with his orgasm, Katsuki pulled his cock out, bouncing under its own weight. He pulled your hips around to put on display the creampie he'd left behind inside you. The taller man, still tugging on his cock, watched as your pussy clenched, causing some of Katsuki's seed to ooze out of you and drip onto your ankle. That's all he could take and he came rather loudly, his cum nearly hitting you on the first release, such was the power behind it.
Katsuki frowned at both of them. "She's fucking mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Now...get the fuck OUT!"
They barely got their sticky, softening cocks back in their pants before retreating downstairs to no doubt go straight to their respective homes and have existential crises because they just orgasmed while watching another man fuck and cum inside an attractive woman. Porn was one thing, but Katsuki's show of dominance had hit different. And they had to wonder if they were wrong for it somehow.
Meanwhile, your husband helped you pull yourself together at least enough to make it to the car to take you home.
And with the privacy window partially cracked open, the driver was able to watch as Katsuki lapped up both your fresh slick for him, as well as his own seed as it continued to leak out.
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you uh. wouldn't mind an angst request would you haha because I have had this one scenario stuck in my head where leon (probably resi 6 leon) has been drinking a lot more and has been neglecting his s/o and they finally call him out on his shit
anyway ooga booga they fight and decide it's best they give leon his space and take a break and maybe he finds them at a bar he goes to to get wasted to already find them drunk off their ass
Angst is absolutely one of my most favourite things to write and to read like damn I do be out here making myself CRY. So I definitely don't mind angst like hell yeah!
I was gonna end this was a happier note- but uh, I really love angst so I left it semi-open ended but also pretty sad I think. Also not really dialogue-heavy, more like... I write too much detail-heavy :,) Also this isn't edited, I spent days on this cause I was overthinking it and felt it was just not good so oof I'm sorry!
Length: 2k
Request: in the ask
Warnings: angst, drinking, lowkey it's alcoholism on Leon's part, being drunk
Leon x Reader - "I know."
How long had it been since you had held your boyfriend's hand? Since the two of you had really sat together and done something together, fully, completely, involved, and focused on one another. You didn't even remember, which was agonizing to think about.
You had been through so much with Leon. And you knew where his deepest thought lay, but you could never truly know. And it didn't help that over the years the two of you had together, he had started to become more distant. And instead of finding his comfort in your arms, he found it in some glass bottle.
At first, you didn't really protest much, you didn't say much about it. A drink every once in a while couldn't hurt. Yet, it wasn't every once in a while. It was more often than you'd have liked. And he was using it to forget. To focus on anything else but his life and his memories. Your soft words trying to talk to him didn't do much to stop him or dissuade him. He brushed you off more often than not. It tore you up from the inside out that you couldn't help him, that at some point a bottle was his chosen form of comfort over you.
The guilt mixed with sadness, and then with anger. And in the end, those feelings came together and created an explosion between the two of you one night.
Your throat was hoarse as you swallowed as much air as you could. You couldn't exactly remember what the argument stemmed from but you knew it had to be related to him drinking.
"Will you just listen to me?!" You shouted, the words coming out uneven as your throat begged you to stop, "put that shit down Leon, and look at me!"
The man sitting at the aisle in your kitchen put the flask he had down in front of him, but still had his hands on it. He turned his head to look at you, barely even moving at all, and his eyes were looking at you like he was unimpressed or annoyed.
"I'm listening."
You wanted to pull on your hair and scream because he wasn't. He wasn't listening, and he hadn't been, at least not for a while.
"No you aren't, you are not listening to a word I say, you never do!"
He scoffed, turning back to his drink and taking another sip.
"Where am I going on Friday?"
"What?" He looked at you incredulously, completely lost as your voice went from yelling at him to speaking relatively peacefully, but there was no peace in your voice.
"I said, where am I going on Friday, Leon," you repeated with clenched fists, "if you listen to me if you even bother to pay attention to me, you would know the answer. So where am I going on Friday?"
The silence was your answer, as you expected it to be, you just hadn't expected it to be so painful.
"I'm going to visit my family in the town over," your voice was low and tired, and you wanted to cry but you couldn't even find it in you to do that, "I told you that a thousand times Leon I..."
Biting your lip hard, you felt yourself break skin, and the metallic taste of blood invaded your taste buds. You were so angry at him moments before, angry enough you had been yelling. But suddenly you weren't angry anymore. You were just so sad; sad for yourself and sad for him. He wasn't going to listen to you, not right now, that much was clear.
"I've been busy Y/N-" whatever he said was wasted on deaf ears as you drowned them out unintentionally, your eyes trained on the flask he nursed.
For once, you knew you had to let it be. You had to give him space, and give yourself space.
"I'm sleeping in the guest room," you offered lamely after the long silence between the two of you after he had finished whatever he had said. Leon looked up at you, with a look of surprise, and confusion, "we both need space. From each other. I just... Don't stay up drinking all night."
"Y/N-" his words once again fell upon deaf ears, and his fingers just missed your arm as you turned and went upstairs to the room usually used by people like Claire, or Chris, sometimes Sherry.
When morning came, you had gotten up later than usual, Leon was already gone as he usually was early in the morning with his job and everything. Your heart felt heavier as you walked into the empty kitchen and noted the vodka bottle you two had been given as a gift was half empty. Something in you asked if it was all worth it; did it really do so much that he drank more than he should've? Did it take away the feelings of hopelessness, like the one you were currently stuck in?
Those were the thoughts that followed you the entire day as you went about your routine. They followed you all the way to the spare bedroom of one of your old friend's homes as you decided you and Leon needed to take a break. If you didn't do that, you feared you would only lose him completely. Or lose yourself. It was exhausting.
But what was even more exhausting was not seeing him. You worried for him, and even if you sometimes felt like he didn't, he worried for you.
It would take about a week before something would crack, before the storm that had been brewing between you two, the one that laid dormant after you walked out to take from your relationship, would begin to thunder again, but in a much different way.
"We're here to have fun," your friend who had been letting you stay over said as she pushed a shot of... something into your hands, leaning against the bar from your side while you said on one of the barstools, "and loosen up. You specifically."
You rolled your eyes; this wasn't in your plan for the day, going to a bar. But it was more than you had done in the past week now. Your routine consisted of going to work and heading back to your friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
You wanted Leon. But you couldn't have him right now. You were still upset, and you didn't even know if he wanted you right now. Everything was a mess.
Things seemed to blur together over the course of the night in the bar, your friend insisting on you trying each new drink she got, some not new too. You had had one drink that you ordered of your own volition, and it had been a regular bottle of beer. But the shots your friend got for you two, and the sips of the drinks your friend ordered, culminated into more than you realized and you could say you were a bit more than just tipsy.
For some reason though, your friend seemed to be chugging along much better than you, you must've been a lightweight.
You hadn't even seen your friend in a while, but you also were so out of it that you couldn't exactly comprehend time properly at that current moment in time.
A hand on your arm and a familiar voice seemed to sober you a bit as your eyes met familiar blue, but they were clouded over with pain, with worry. Confusion too, and a bit of shock. Your fingers twitched, aching to touch his arm. His face. To smooth the furrow that seemed to be etching itself into his brow, threatening to become a new and permanent feature.
But the sober feeling you experienced also stopped you from doing any of the above. Rather, your body stiffened a bit and you pulled away from his touch, only barely missing the look of hurt that glided over his features as you did so.
"L-Leon?" the alcohol in your system made it sound more like you were questioning if he was real rather than saying his name, "What are you-"
The question you were going to ask didn't even need to be finished. It didn't even need an answer from him, because even if you were drunk, you knew Leon. And you knew why he was there.
"Oh," you couldn't help but scoff, "you want my drink? It'll start you off-"
Leon wasn't going to pretend that he hadn't come to the bar to drink away his sorrows; to forget all the pain he held onto and the nightmares he couldn't escape, and now the pain of not having you around. But when he walked in and saw you? Something in him stopped. Something in him twisted and he felt nauseous and for once it wasn't because of a hangover, but it was because of you.
You looked so miserable. Not that you realized you were wearing your heart on your sleeve at the bar, with the dejected look on your face and the limp hand holding onto a beverage you clearly didn't enjoy. Whilst at the same time, you looked empty.
Is that what you saw? Is that what he looked like to you when he was drinking? When he was at home or at a bar, focusing on anything but reality?
Leon didn't want a drink anymore, he wanted to get you out of a place that didn't suit you whatsoever. He wanted to take you home, he didn't want you to be him.
"You didn't come here alone, did you?" He cut off whatever you were trying to say as he looked into your eyes sternly.
"What? N-no I'm not stupid... I came here with a friend."
It didn't take long for Leon to figure out the friend because he spotted her coming near the bar, and recognized her.
"Hey, I'm taking Y/N home," Leon tried to not sound aggressive when he spoke, but it may have only made him sound more upset.
"Leon? Oh, ya, of course. Are you two...?"
"We'll be fine," Leon replied as he helped you stand up, "thanks for being with them."
He hadn't just meant in the bar but in the past week. It was left unsaid, but it was laid bare.
As much as you wanted to pull away from the man who gently wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, and used the other to hold your arm behind his neck, you couldn't. You didn't have the strength to, and you missed him.
Leon was glad he had taken the car and not his motorcycle. There was no way in hell he would've been able to keep you on a motorcycle all the way back to your home that you shared, or well, you hadn't for the past week. But that wasn't the point.
"You're so mean Leon..." you mumbled as he helped you get into the passenger seat of the car. He all but carried you into it like a child and leaned across you to put your seat belt on. You leaned your face into his neck as he did so, breathing deeply.
"I just... Want you to be happy," you continued sloppily, "but you won't... Let me in..."
Leon's breathing stopped for a moment as he stilled, his hand still on the seatbelt he had just finished putting you in. He quickly pulled himself together and pulled back, adjusting the belt on your body so it wasn't digging into your lazy form, but it was still doing its job.
"I know."
There was so much more he could say, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure if he ever could.
He settled himself into the driver's seat and got ready to start the car up.
"I still love you though..." your words were slurred as you rested your head on the car window, feeling your eyes grow heavier.
"I..." Leon's hand was turning white at the knuckles from how hard he was holding the steering wheel. He didn't deserve you. And you didn't deserve this.
"I know..."
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Hi! Love your writing my dear ❤️ I was wondering if I can request head cannons with Marco, thatch, crocodile and Rayleigh with fem readers (separate) . They are having sexy time and then there crew mates walk in during the sexy time and fem reader is in a certain positions (any positions ) reaction from both parties.. thank you so much ! ☺️
Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting! This was a very interesting request and I enjoyed writing for them. I'm also a huge Rayleigh fan so glad to get a request for him this time!! I have no idea what Thatch was like since I never really cared for him (sorry) so I hope it somewhat fits what I wrote.
Warning: 18+, nsfw
Characters: Marco, Thatch, Sir Crocodile, Rayleigh
Marco
Marco usually has not that much free time to fool around with you but when he does it’s always quick but intense. He loves to make love to you even when it’s just a quicky and he is usually pretty careful as to not get caught. But even he can be forgetful, especially when your legs are wrapped around his waist so perfectly, giving him the perfect angle to drive his dick into you.
Neither of you hears how the door to the small room opens, too occupied with panting and quiet moaning. Your forehead rests against his strong shoulder and his hands are gripping your thighs tightly, pushing his member inside of you over and over again, the dirty sound of skin on skin filling the room.
It takes you two to realize your new audience simply because he is just standing there in shock, not knowing what to do. Ace always has something to say – just not right now. It doesn’t happen often that he catches the two of you in a compromising position; to be exact, it’s the first time!
But as much as he is in shock, you are terrified. I mean, it’s a pretty intimate position and most people like to keep this part of their life private. Marco is also shocked but it doesn’t take long for him to get his composure back. Good thing is, he is covering your body with his, so Ace doesn’t really see your naked form and he doesn’t really care that Ace sees him naked.
“When you’re done staring would you please leave yoi?” he’d ask, voice even and with no embarrassment. Is it awkward to face Ace after this again? Yes. Does Marco really care about it? Probably not and neither should you. Ace, however, will probably avoid the two of your for the next couple of days but it’ll go away.
Thatch
He’s a very open man when it comes to most aspects of his life and if both you and him would be okay with it he would have no problem someone watching (no sharing though!!). He likes to show you off to his crew mates, not in a tasteless way like “oh, look at how hot my partner is!” but rather in s more subtle way like moving his hands along your curves while he is talking to someone, diverting their attention to your body (you probably wouldn’t even notice he dies this on purpose sometimes).
I can also see him being the kind of lover to give oral rather than receive it. So, when the two of you are alone in a room, he probably coaxes you into allowing him to give you head, telling you that he wants to spoil you for no reason. In reality, it’s all just self-serving since he loves your taste and especially the sounds you make while he tongue-fucks you.
He likes to tease you a little while giving head and one of the things he does is have you stand on one leg, the other one is draped over his shoulder and you have to keep balance and not collapse onto the ground. He just loves to see your thigh quiver right next to his face.
This is also the position you two get caught in; him on his knees in front of you, his tongue eagerly fucking your core, one of your hands tangled in his locks and your mouth biting down on your other one to muffle your moans. So, given your position, you’re the one to see the intruder first and you’re horrified, to say the least. A loud squeak that sound unnatural coming from you in this position has Thatch alarmed and one quick look over his shoulder has him cover your body immediately.
“Don’t you ever knock before entering a room, Marco?” he asks, a small scowl on his face. Marco is not as shocked as Ace in this situation and he finds his composure rather quickly. “Sorry. Didn’t know this room was already occupied yoi.” He says with a grin before he leaves the room, not looking at you to save you from more embarrassment.
“Did it just turn you on when he saw us like this?” he asks, of course noticed you clenching around his tongue. This doesn’t deserve an answer and you push him down between your legs again, wanting him to finish what he’s started. You wouldn’t tell him weather you liked it or not – at least not yet.
Sir Crocodile
It would be very difficult to actually catch the two of you in a compromising position. Sir Crocodile is a man who likes to keep most of his live to himself, even Nico Robin doesn’t know half of it! So, naturally, he also only has sexy times with you in his private chambers. But there are times which are rare and far in between, where he lets you seduce him in a more ‘public’ area (still inside his private domain!).
In the contrary to Thatch, he likes to receive oral rather than give it and every time you seduce him in starts with you between his legs while he sits in a chair, smoking a cigar. He makes sure not to drop any of the ashes onto your head though. It’s dirty and nothing else. Plus, he doesn’t want you complain to him about it.
He loves hearing the lewd slurping sounds you make when you take him between your lips, the small choking sounds when you try and take him in even deeper and your small, muffled moans while you do. He can’t help but get turned on by it even more.
He probably knows that someone is approaching the door way before it actually opens – and he does nothing to stop you. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like being walked in while you deep throat him but you just had to seduce him so you had to live with the consequences.
“Nico Robin. Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he asks in his usual dragged tone, a small simile on his lips. When you hear her name you instinctively try to get off of him but the hook on the back if your head doesn’t let you. He is not too keen on Nico Robin seeing his dick so naturally, he has you cover it with your mouth. You feel the heat come up in your face and you want nothing more than to just disappear but you have to sit through.
“Oh my, you should’ve told me that in advance. Now I’ve caught you two in a quite compromising position. I apologize.” You hear her say but you know she doesn’t feel one bit remorseful and neither does Crocodile. They have just a way higher tolerance for embarrassment than you do. When the door clicks, indicating she’s left the room, the man lets you come up again, letting you take in a deep breath. “Next time, maybe you should think twice about wanting to fuck you anywhere else but the bedroom.”
Silvers Rayleigh
Rayleigh is an open man and he rarely, if never, feels shame when it comes to his personal life. He doesn’t go around telling everyone about him and his sex life but if someone (he knows) asks or more likely wants to have some tips or advise he is glad to give it to them. When it comes to details about his sex life he is like a book with seven seals. He can talk about his experience in general but not what he does with you in the bedroom. It’s just common decency.
He loves to flirt with you on deck in front of the crew and he also kisses you from time to time but anything more intimate is reserved for the bedroom (or anywhere else, really). He’s quite some experience, even during his younger days. He doesn’t sleep around a lot but if he wanted someone, he usually got them. Because of this, he got to explore some kinks and his most favorite is you in blindfolds. It’s nothing special but it really does it for him.
He also likes the reverse cowgirl when you’re wearing the blindfolds. Given, he doesn’t see you wearing them but the knowledge that you’re completely relying on him turns him on. When he can hold your hips while you move on top of him, your ass always in sight; that’s just the best.
Just like Crocodile, he knows when someone is approaching the room but in this particular moment he wasn’t fast enough to bring you underneath him to cover you with his body and Roger just marches in, wanting to tell Rayleigh something. When he sees you two in this position, he’s already out of the room, not uttering a single word and Rayleigh has never been so glad that you were wearing blindfolds.
You’re confused as to why he stopped thrusting up into you. “Why did you stop?” you pant and he just chuckles a little. “No reason. Just appreciating the view.” He lies, not wanting to bother you with the thought of your captain not only seeing you naked but also you fucking yourself on Rayleigh’s dick. He knows Roger will never mention it and like hell he would bring it up. It will cause nothing but trouble
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