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ireneispunk · 15 days

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Pride, the Wolf, and the Dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon & Cregan Stark x female reader smut (King's Landing Handmaiden)

You were a sight to behold, merely a handmaiden yet you could command a room. And grasp the attention of a prince and a lord... on the same night?

request: (anon) 'Saw your requests are open, what about dark dom jace x sub brat reader or a threesome with the same as before but with cregan too which they're dark dom but still obsessive I don't know how these too can make sense but I hope you got my point'

w.c: 4537

c.w: canon divergent (blacks won and it is set after the dance, rhaenyra sits the iron throne, basically just did it to have everyone in one place), threesome!!! woop woop, p in v sex, oral (m & f receiving), light choking, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, NO use of y/n, as usual no specific features mentioned - let me know if i've missed any!

a.n: i've never wrote for cregan before but im supper happy with this! other requests made are about half done for those waiting ♡

dividers: @v6que ♡

You let out another fake giggle as yet another wealthy man bided for your attention. This type of thing always happened on big occasions, and today certainly was one. Lucerys and Rhaena’s wedding was no small occasion, every lord and lady who had supported Rhaenyra’s claim was here. I mean hells, that’s why you even had the opportunity you did. You weren’t low born, but handmaiden to the queen was a role very much reserved for high born girls. You father had risked his own life, and your families, to help Ser Erryk back into King’s Landing with a secret route he knew through Tumbleton. This job had provided you with a home in quarters you could’ve only dreamed of, and the opportunity to be around the prince. Your fingers grazed across your skin to fiddle with your necklace, you smiled up at the man in front of you, laying on your charm. Despite entertaining his dull conversation and even duller jokes for the past half an hour, you certainly did not care for him. You took advantage of the man’s position in society and every once in a while, you stared beyond his shoulder to see the prince of Dragonstone burning holes into his back. Tonight, however, was different. Not only had you caught they eye of one prince Jacaerys, but his friend from The North, Lord Stark. You could not deny the beauty the two of them shared, handsome, strong features, large frames and eyes that looked as if they wanted to consume you. The few times you looked their way, as to avoid suspicion, they occasionally whispered to one another. A small look caught your eye from your queen, Rhaenyra. You excused yourself from the conversation and walked to the other side of the great hall to where Rhaenyra and Daemon sat. From the opposite side of the table, you felt a gaze upon you, but you did not do the favour of glancing upon them.

You reached Rhaenyra’s side bowing your head before she whispered to you, “Has Lucerys’ chambers been prepared?” She seemed uncomfortable at the request.

You nodded as you said, “Yes, your grace. I can return? And make sure it is still perfect?”. She shook her head, as Daemon placed a hand upon her’s.

“No that won’t be necessary, you have done so much for us today. Feel free to keep enjoying the celebrations,” She paused to look over to her eldest son and the Lord Stark. “Though I believe there are still some who await your acquaintance.” Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ shape before nodding. You took your leave and turned to face towards the prince and the lord. Both had already been starring at you, Jacaerys averted his gaze whilst the Stark stared you down. Once you stood opposite them at the table you gave the prince a small curtsy, before turning to Cregan and dipping into a deeper curtsey whilst maintaining eye contact with him. He raised his brow, not used to being looked in the eye by such a sweet looking girl. “Your grace. My Lord Stark, I am pleased to meet you.” You spoke confidently, introducing your name and admired the length of his arms that were visible from his rolled sleeves, “It appears the warm climate agrees with you, my lord.” This was one of your favourite hobbies, you couldn’t deny it. Compliment lords see how they respond, speak almost out of turn but not enough to turn any heads. Jacaerys’ grip on his cup tightened at your remark. For weeks since you had worked there you had tortured him. Wearing those barely there handmaiden’s dresses, the obsessive eye contact, compliments unbefitting of a lady he was not courting, drawing his baths, and offering your assistance. Everyday it was a struggle to not rip your dress from you and fuck you in front of everyone like you seemed to desire. He loathed any sort of gathering because he knew your beauty and charm would attract the attention you deserve.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a large smack across the back from his Stark friend. “Where have you been hiding this one Jace?” He exclaimed with a laugh.

You smiled slightly, “Perhaps my lord has not been searching hard enough, enjoy the rest of the celebrations.” You smirked, turning on your heel and stepping down the stone stairs. A bewildered look flashed across Cregan’s face, as Jacaerys shot him a ‘now you know’ look. You were stopped by a rather handsome man on your way past the dancing pairs, you declined his offer to dance and made your way to the other maidens who erupted into quiet chatter, asking you about what the Stark had said.

Your final task of the night had been escorting Rhaena to Lucerys’ chambers. You held her hands in yours and promised her she would be okay, you boasted of Lucerys’ sweet nature and gave her hand a quick squeeze before stepping back behind the corner. You watched as she knocked on the door, before it opened, and she disappeared inside. You smiled to yourself as you turned to head down the corridor before coming face to face with the tall northern man once more. You gasped, raising your hand to your heart. A small chuckle left his lips as he eyed you. He did not know you all that well, but this felt like a rare feat, to catch you off of yours. “My lord, you startled me. Is there something I can help you with?” You looked at him and watched as his eyes shamelessly travelled down your body, lingering on every curve.

“Ah, yes, my lady. I appear to have gotten turned around from my chambers, and I’d hate for those fancy baths these lot make go cold.” You raised a brow at him. Sure, the Red Keep was busy, with windy corridors, but it was a fairly straightforward route from the great hall to the guest’s chambers.

You gestured with your hand to follow him the way he came, “Of course, my lord. Though you do not need to use such honorifics with me, I am not a lady of anything.” He sensed a strange proudness in your lack of title. Cregan was used to people fighting to get the next best thing, yet you were content with your lack of status.

He thought for a moment, before responding. “Then how may I refer to you?”

“However his lord desires.” You spoke with purpose, but never harshly. Every second he had of you intrigued him more.

Once you had reached the familiar door in which Cregan was given a few days prior, you placed your hands behind your back and watched him. He stepped by you and pushed the door open, he leaned against the door frame and eyed you. “So.” You watched him, waiting for him to continue. “Do you have anymore handmaiden duties for the night? Or are you available for me?” A smile tugged at your lips as you thought for a moment.

“Mmm, that depends, why do you wish to know?” Your arms folded over your chest.

He chuckled, “I’ve never had to try this hard to get a pretty girl to have a drink with me.”

You raised your brow, “Most men just ask.” He brought a hand to his chin and rubbed it against the scruff. Just as he was about to respond, someone speaking caught your attention.

“It is getting late your grace is there something you need?” You recognised one of the servants voicing out from around the corner. Out of curiosity, you stepped back to see who it was and there stood the prince himself. He looked away from you when he met your gaze.

“I will come in for a cup of wine. Just one.” Cregan’s face lit up, stepping to the side to allow you to step inside. Your eyes narrowed at the lit fire, the flames still tall. You heard the clanking of a belt and the shuffling of clothes before turning back around to Cregan. You jaw dropped slightly at the sight of him completely nude and making his way over to the bathtub in the room. Your eyes absorbed every inch of him, admiring each defined muscle, every scar, the dark hair that tufted around his chest.

You pulled your gaze away and turned to face the wall. “My lord this is not appropriate.” You voice quivered ever so sightly as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Neither is staring.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “But why waste a perfectly good bath.” You heard water slosh around as he sank into the tub. “Turn around.” Your core lit up at the sternness in his voice.

You turned to face him now that he was submerged, only his upper torso out of the water. He leaned back into the tub, sighing out as he brought his arms to rest on the sides. “Wine?” He questioned. You looked at him with a puzzled look but nodded your head. He gestured over to small table and chairs that had a jug and a few cups upon it. You made your way over, feeling his gaze locked onto you.

“When you invited me in, I thought it might be you fetching the wine.” You grasped two of the cups and the jug before turning to face him.

“Ah, well. It seemed easier to get my own clothes off first.” You raised a brow and walked over to him. You kept your eyes on his face, avoiding what was beneath the water. You used your foot to slide over a cushioned stool towards the side of the bath and sat upon it. You met his gaze once more, now eye level with him. You held out a cup to him and watched his fingers lace around it. Picking up the jug in your hands you steadily poured into the cup, before moving onto your own. You were about to take a sip from yours before he stopped you to clink cups. He did so as if you were another harsh northern man causing the liquid in your cup to slosh backwards and land over your arm and into your lap. You gasped and looked up at him with a shocked look on your face. He laughed heartily at your expression and took a sip of his wine. He heard as your cup clinked against the floor, “You may clean up with me if you wish.” He smirked, placing his cup on the ground, and gesturing to the bath. You stomach tightened at the thought of it but rose to your feet with a hum. He moved slighted and raised his hand up to you. “Stay, please. No more win spilling.” His damned handsome face spread a warmth across your body. You exhaled before taking his hand.

All of a sudden you felt him pull you down, landing bum first into the bath with a big splash that threw water over the sides. You let out a small scream feeling yourself become soaked in water. You yelled at him, splashing his face with the water in annoyance before the door suddenly opening caused his laughter and your screaming to cease. You turned around to see a very angry, then confused, then embarrassed Jacaerys. Your heart dropped as you scrambled to your feet out of the bath, you slipped slightly on the wet floor before stepping towards him. “Y-your grace!” You exclaimed, you felt exposed, the thin material of your dress completely soaked through and clinging to every inch of your body. His eyes darted between you and Cregan.

“I heard a scream, and thought I recognised it. My apologies.” He was about to turn to walk away before Cregan got up out of the tub. Jacaerys eyes widened before hastily shutting the door. Jacaerys kept his eyes firmly on the wall behind you, worrying that if his pants got any tighter it’d be noticeable. For once, you were speechless, unable to form a thought, let alone communicate it. “C’mon Jace, this is exactly how you wanted her. Naked- well almost, needy. I know she’s needy just at the sight of you.” His voice rung out from behind you. “I know you didn’t imagine sharing,” He inhaled sharply through his teeth, as his fingers grazed over your shoulder to pull your hair behind you. “But she’s definitely one who needs two cocks to put her in her place.” You face flushed, as you felt a new wetness in between your legs as Cregan’s hands sat upon your shoulders, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Jacaerys finally brought his gaze to you, he eyed your face before devouring ever inch of your body. His throat bobbed as he walked to face you.

“Tell me what you want.” He spoke as he locked onto your eyes. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling as if you were in a dream.

“I want you,” You spoke softly. “Both of you.” You clarified, looking back over your shoulder to meet Cregan’s eyes.

His large hand rested on your jaw, tilting it up towards him. A shaky breath escaped your lips as his hand trailed down and rested upon your neck, his thumb tracing your throat. Cregan turned your head to face Jacaerys, his jaw was tensed, fists clenched at his sides and eyes filled with hunger. Your body burned hot, Cregan’s body pressed against you, his hard cock pressed above your ass. His grip on your jaw tightened slightly. His lips grazed against your neck up to your ear. “Undress his grace,” Your heart buzzed as Jacaerys’ eyes finally tore away from yours to fleet to Cregan’s for a second before returning to you. You swallowed, feeling smaller and smaller as the seconds passed. “Go on, like a good serving girl.” Cregan’s voice dripped with lust. Your hands made their way onto Jacaerys’ chest, he stiffened under your touch. Your fingers traced along the three headed dragon pin that held his jacket together before unpinning it and letting the jacket fall open at his chest. Cregan’s hands never once left you, tracing up and down your sides of your soaked dress, lips occasionally finding your neck or shoulder. Your eyes travelled down to the belt that decorated his waist and kept you from seeing him. You unhooked it, and pulled it from him, allowing it to clatter to the ground. Your hands pushed his coat from his shoulders and down his arms, revealing a thin cotton shirt. His throat bobbed as your hands traced to his waistband, pulling his shirt up slowly over his head. You hand instinctively touched against his chest, admiring each definition and feeling his skin burn beneath your fingertips. “I told you she’s fucking needy for you.” Cregan’s words flushed your face. Jacaerys eyed you, raising a brow to question him. You nodded lightly feeling overwhelmed with the tightening in your stomach, Cregan’s hands exploring your sides, and Jacaerys watching you like you were his prey. Jacaerys picked up your hand in his and placed a small kiss against it before placing your palm against the bulge in his trousers. Jacaerys’ hand reached your jaw, his thumb traced along your lip as his brows furrowed from your touch.

His fingers were soft, and his touch more delicate than Cregan’s, as he tilted your face to the side as if he were finally able to appreciate every inch of your beauty. His eyes flashed behind yours towards Cregan before you were being led over towards the bed. Jacaerys sat first on the end of the bed, pulling you by your hips to stand between his legs. His palm ran from your stomach, through the valley between your breasts and he rested his fingertips upon your lips while he thought for a moment. “Take off her dress, wouldn’t want the poor thing getting cold.” Your thighs instinctively pressed together. You’d never heard Jacaerys speak in a tone like this, but it was certainly a welcomed surprise. You felt the large hands of the Stark trail up your exposed back to the tie of your haltered dress. One movement later the dress was pulled over your chest and over your hips and dropped to the ground. You felt a cool chill over your exposed skin as Cregan took your hand in is. He pulled you around in a circle, admiring each curve of your form as he did so. A small ‘gods’ mumbled from his lips as he watched you. You gasped as his hands travelled round to your front, taking your breasts into his hands. Jacaerys leaned back slightly to admire you, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing your inner thighs. Your eyes screwed shut as Cregan’s fingers played with your nipples and his lips attached to your neck. “I want her coming on my tongue first.” Your eyes shot open to watch Jacaerys, a small smile playing at his lips. You opened your mouth to say something before Cregan shushed you.

“You heard the prince.” Cregan instructed. You gulped lightly, watching Jacaerys lay back upon the bed, his head of curls hitting the pillows. Cregan held your hand pulling you onto the bed. He watched as you crawled over to Jace, his hand landing on your ass with a harsh slap, causing a yelp to leave your lips.

His hand pushed you closer over Jacaerys until you were straddling his chest. Jacaerys’ hands looped over your thighs to bring your core to his face. His smirk disappeared under your mound as his lips placed small kisses on your thighs. Cregan sat beside you and guided your hand to his cock. He hissed as your hand wrapped around it and began slowly pumping it up and down. You felt as Jacaerys licked a long stripe from your core to your sensitive clit, tasting and collecting your wetness on his tongue. You almost flinched at the sensation, your hand flying up to grip the headboard. A loud moan left your lips as his tongue teased your entrance, before delving in and out of it. Cregan turned your face to him, a groan leaving his lips seeing yours screwed up in pleasure. Your hand continued to pump his cock, enjoying feeling it twitch beneath your hand when your thumb grazed the tip. You jaw dropped at the feeling of Jacaery’s tongue massaging your clit. A flurry of moans left your mouth as his lips latched onto it causing your hips to rut into his face and that familiar tightness to return to your stomach. Cregan’s thumb pulled on your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth and gliding across your tongue. You moans were supressed by Cregan’s thumb as you sucked upon it, a satisfied smirk plastering his face as your eyes fell back behind your lids. His thumb left your mouth with a pop as his hand returned to your throat. Your hand moved quicker on his cock as Jacaerys tongue worked on your clit. “You should thank his grace for his hard work, pleasing you with his tongue like this.” Cregan spoke close to a whisper, well, as close to a whisper as the Northern man could get to.

You whimpered in response, unable to form words being on the precipice of your orgasm. Cregan’s hand squeezed lightly against your throat, his rough fingers grazing your soft flesh. “Use your words when spoken to.” His tone was harsh in a way that flushed your cheeks.

“T-thank you, my prince, for kissing me.” The words fought to escape your lips as all you felt you could do was moan. Your praise causes a groan to fall from his mouth that vibrated upon your clit and fuelled him to massage it at an unbearable pace with his tongue. Your nails dug into the headboard, as your other hand left Cregan’s cock to grip his forearm that held your neck. A flurry of moans left your lips as your orgasm erupted from within you. Your thighs quivered as Jacaerys’ tongue broadly licked you through your high. A large whimper left you lips from the overstimulation causing Jacaerys to place a final kiss upon your clit. You panted as you shuffled down back to straddle his waist. Jacaerys leaned up on his elbows to see you, his hair was dishevelled, his lips plump and coated in your arousal. You leaned forward and tentatively placed a kiss on the side of his mouth, before brushing your lips against his. Your tongue swiped over his lips, tasting your wetness. You gasped as your hips were gripped and you were pulled further down on the bed onto all fours. Jacaerys smirked as you were level with his cock, his pants becoming impossibly tight.

Cregan’s fingers teased the entrance of your pussy as he leaned forward to you, “Gods Jace, she’s soaked.” Your cheeks flushed as you looked away slightly. Jacaerys’ hand found your cheek and turned you to face him.

“I want to watch as he fucks you.” He smiled slightly; his words contradicting the sweet look upon his face. A whimper left your lips as you felt Cregan’s cock rub between your folds and occasionally hitting your sensitive clit. You watched in anticipation as Jacaerys undid the tie of his trousers and pulled them down enough for his cock to spring free. It was huge and dripped with an inviting bead of precum.

Just as your lips were about to touch Jacaerys’ cock, Cregan thrusted into you, bottoming out almost immediately. You clenched at the full feeling, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a half yelp half moan. Once his pace became regular you opened your eyes to see Jace stroking his cock at the sight of you. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, begging for his cock. He obliged and groaned at the sight and sensation of the tip hitting your tongue. With both of your hands propping you up on all fours you took him into your mouth bobbing up and down on the tip and massaging the underside with your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan onto his cock with the feeling of Cregan pounding into you, his length hitting a soft spot inside of you you’d never felt before. Cregan’s hands went from peppering small slaps across your ass to kneading it with his large hands. Jacaerys’ hand made its way to your hair and took a fistful of it. He was gentle as his guided your mouth further down his cock. He moaned loudly as it glided across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. The familiar pressure began to build up in your stomach, and as if he read your mind, Cregan’s pace quickened. Both of his hands gripped into your hips, snapping into you, and pushing against your sweet spot. One of his hands left you hips to reach under your and rub harsh circles into your clit. Your eyes widened as your moans got choked upon Jacaerys’ cock. You tapped the side of his thigh, and he immediately pulled you from his cock, allowing heavy pants to leave your mouth. You cried out a loud ‘fuck’ as you felt your second orgasm wash over you, your pussy clenching tightly over Cregan’s cock. Just as quickly as your orgasm passed your mouth reattached to Jacaerys’ cock, wanting him to enjoy himself too.

A few moments after your peak, Cregan thrusted a few more times before burying his cock deep inside of you and filling you up with his cum. He groaned loudly as his fingertips dug into your skin. He slowly pulled out of you and collapsed onto the bed behind you. Despite the shaking in your legs and your sensitive pussy, you looked up to Jacaerys with an idea. You readjusted to straddle his waist once more and aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy. Jacaerys looked shocked for a moment before his hungry gaze returned. Your brows furrowed as you slowly slid down onto his cock, trying to readjust for his size. You watched as his head threw back in pleasure as your second cock of the night bottomed out inside of you. You started to move, slowly thrusting yourself upon him. Jacaerys eyes opened to watch you, occasionally looking down to his cock disappearing inside of your pussy that was now overflowing with cum. A loud groan left his lips as he internally cursed himself for not being able to last longer and savour your pussy smothering his cock. He pulled you down by your hair to meet his lips as he kissed you deeply. It was passionate, his tongue leaving little time before it delved into your mouth. You moaned against his lips at the new angle, he was managing to fill you even more. Your thighs shook with overstimulation and Jacaerys noticed before he held your hips at a certain point and began to thrust into you. Your eyes locked with his as you moaned his name. He grunted as his rhythm became erratic before holding your hips down on his cock and as you felt his seed spread within you. You rested your forehead against his as you both regained your breath. His hands ran softly down your back as he pulled his cock from you. You whimpered at the emptiness, before sitting back onto your thighs to relieve the quiver in them as Jacaerys re tied his trousers.

You heard footsteps walk over to the side of the bed, before looking up to see a fully clothed Cregan. You blushed, realising how consumed you had been in the prince to not notice. “Aren’t you both just adorable.” He spoke with a chuckle, as his hand lightly spanked your ass. You shot him a glare, moving to lay beside Jacaerys. “Easy,” Cregan spoke raising his palm. “I though you were the fire breathing dragon.” He smirked gesturing to Jacaerys. Jacaerys, turned his head down to face you, before returning a shrug to Cregan with a smile. Cregan laughed, waving you off before making his way to the door. “Sleep tight, lovers.” He smiled to himself as his hand gripped the doorhandle.

“Wait! But this is your room?” You questioned, leaning up from the bed.

He shot you a grin, “I heard the prince’s chambers have become available.” He shot you both a wink before disappearing into the corridor. You hummed in confusion as Jacaerys just smiled.

“You both confuse me.” You hummed, scanning Jacaerys’ face. He raised his arm up and motioned you to lay beside him. You huffed as you cuddled into him, your head upon his chest. He reached for the blanket that had been tossed aside and threw it over you both. His hand landed upon your side, and softly rubbed your waist.

He planted a small kiss upon your head. “I think we both did a good job at showing you what we think of you.” You could hear the smile in his voice as your cheeks flushed. You definitely knew for sure now.

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sashi-ya · 1 year

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 to 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 +18. Uni Literature Professor! Aizen x f! virgin! reader.

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The way he fixes his glasses, the way his big hands open the book. The way his fingers run through his chocolate hair, the sweet smirk, the calming soft tone of his voice, the subtle shadow under his eyes…

You aren’t just an innocent professor, Aizen. Aren’t you? you aren’t just an innocent student. Right, (name)?.

Caramel eyes fix on yours from time to time, spying you from over his laptop. You can feel his sight as piercing as if he was touching you, penetrating you with his intense gaze.

Your cheeks burn, the tip of your ears too. The back of your pencil dances in your mouth, barely bitten by your front teeth, making your lower lip pout so delicately… what a delicious victim for a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

He stands up, with an old book in his hand a smirk on his lips.

“So, can someone please tell me what does “L'Histoire de Juliette ou les Prospérités du vice” tells us about?” Aizen asks, sitting on the corner of his desk and crossing his long legs.

Some blush, others think. Literature is not just romantic sweet books; some are full of angst, and some are written by the Marquis de Sade. The day where erotica will be discussed to your literature classes has finally arrived.

You put down your pencil. It is shiny because of your saliva, and you haven’t even noticed. Lifting your hand, you wait for Mr. Aizen to notice you. And he does.

“Yes, dear (Name)?” he puts the book down, dedicating a full smile to you.

“Juliette is a story of violent pornography depictions but also intricated philosophical concepts that are truly dark… Classic Marquis de Sade” you answer, remembering how such novel had been your first erotic book you can recall ever reading.

He seems pleased. Aizen wanted to hear those words coming from your lips; he wanted to indulge into the idea of his sweet young student swimming into the deepest depraved waters of such novel.

“Very good, (Name). Tell me, did you read it?” he asks, he needs to be sure.

“I did, Mr. Aizen. “Juliette or Vice Amply Rewarded” is an exquisite work of art” you answer back, with a rather trembly voice and a soft bouncy leg under your desk. You swallow. It’s depraved, it’s dark and you are admitting publicly that you have read it.

He doesn’t say much more, but you can tell his eyes are now bathed by an aura of pride and something else you can’t quite recognize… or perhaps you can, and it seems to be hunger, lust, and immorality.

“I will ask you all to please read the book. By the end of the month, you should have a full analysis written. As for now, let’s start studying the author, shall we?”

The class goes by smoothly. There isn’t a better professor than him. And it’s not a coincidence that his classes are the most packed of all; in order to get a spot you need to rush the day the inscriptions open. Some, of course, aren’t there because of how amazing he is explaining literature but because of his looks. He is more than handsome, Aizen has something else that attracts women and men; he is naturally enticing, the way he speaks, the way he moves…

Two hours and a half are gone. Time flies when it comes to Sosuke’s classes. As you pick everything up and prepare to leave, a book slides on your desk. Your eyes scan the hand that rests on top of the cover, and slowly they go up to find out one of your stupid classmates.

“Wh- what?” you ask, you aren’t at uni to make friends. Much less with men. “So you have read the book? Can you tell me what is it about? Porno you said?” a smelly youngster asks you with a stupid smile that perhaps wants to portray sexual interest.

You grimace.

“Uh… yes. But… you should read it, is not exactly what you think” you murmur, closing with violence the zipper of your backpack.

“Oh… yeah? It’s like old people’s porn? Ha! Bet you really like to read about it” he spits, earning a look of total disgust coming from you.

“Is not the type of porn you are used to watch, dude. Can you please go away, I wanna go home” you tell him, trying to stand up. But he won’t let you.

A sudden hand lands on that asshole’s shoulder. “Miss (Name), I’d like to discuss something before you leave. Can you make some time for me?” Mr. Aizen tells you with a soft smile, while almost crushes that guy’s shoulder.

You blink twice, but them smile back at him. A little giggle slips out of your lips as the guy who had been annoying you begins to cough and silently runs away. Aizen looks like an angel, but his presence alone can make any other man run away.

You lower your gaze. His eyes are intimidating. “Thank you, professor” you murmur, standing up.

“No problem, (Name). Now, do you think you could really stay?” he asks, showing you, he wasn’t just making that up to scare that boy away.

A wave of heat hits your guts. The air feels heavy for some seconds. He really wants you to stay… “Uh, sure! I don’t have to work tonight, so I can stay. Is something the matter, sensei?”

Your professor, who is at least two decades older than you, beams in total satisfaction. Letting you know you are more than weak for him and all of those nights in which you have written endless erotic stories thinking of him haven’t been a mere dream.

“Oh no, don’t worry! I wanted to ask you about something. It’s ok if you can’t do it, but since you have already read Juliette, what about giving me your analysis before the end of the month? In exchange I will give you the freedom to choose any other erotic novel you wish to read and by the end of the month you could send in a different analysis” he suggests, walking towards his desk. You can see the way the small of his back looks just by how well his white shirt falls around his waist.

You gasp; you well understand why he is asking you this. Is not that he wants to punish you, he really wants to give you more freedom to read whatever you please. You have won the “teacher’s pet” title apparently… and you love it.

“Yes! I will! Thank you so much, Professor Aizen!” you chime, excitedly. And soon you took your hands to your mouth… did you just shown him what your favourite literature genre was?

Aizen walks around his desk, dragging sloppily his index on top of it. Sensually touching that surface, making you wish it was your skin.

You swallow, because his subtle scoff makes your back to arch unconsciously, your pupils to dilate and your core to throb.

“Very well, (Name). I’m glad you are committed to what you truly enjoy. I hate to force certain genres into some students, but you are a delight. Being your professor is very stimulating” he says, barely whispering.

His voice gets lower and raspier the more he speaks to you, but what makes you shiver are those words… he poetically chose to show how much he desires you. You are sure about it.

“The pleasure is mine, professor Aizen. I will hate the day these classes are over” you whisper, biting your lower lip immediately after. You unconsciously press your books against your chest, as if you were searching for some kind of relief; some kind of desperate touch.

Aizen grabs his suitcase and fixes his glasses. His hand, once again, brushes his hair back. “Let’s go and search for a good book at the library then” he orders.

You nod, pressing your books harder against your breasts to the point your nipples can feel it. And Aizen can clearly notice it. He very well knows about the effect he has on young students like you.

You follow him, the halls are already pretty empty. The last class is always the one the students will leave faster. Many hurry to get to their late-night jobs in time, others because are simply tired and want to go back to their rooms to sleep.

But definitely none of them would like to visit the library on a Friday night after a whole week of tiring classes… anyone but you…

The subtly white lights of each table barely illuminates the space. It’s as empty as you expected, and frankly not even the librarian seems to be at the counter during those hours.

“Ah… seems empty. What a pity, I wish more students would enjoy reading like you, (Name)… Do you know where erotica books are?” he asks, so nonchalantly.

Truth is, that you do know. You aren’t only a passive enjoyer of erotic literature; you even indulge on writing and posting it online… With a simple nod you take the lead. Aizen follows you, and you can sense his eyes tracing a path from your neck to the small of your back with his eyes. Or maybe that’s just what you wish he was doing… Indulging in your imagination is something you usually do, and it is as wrong, as tempting.

When you get to the little section of plus eighteen books you show them to your professor shily pointing at them.

He scoffs, sexily. “I will read the same you pick for the assignment” he says, leaving the suitcase on the little table near the bookcase. Aizen enjoys the way your fingertips run through the spines of each book. Until one catches your attention.

“Have you read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Aizen sensei?” you ask, pretty sure he did but still curious.

“Interest choice, (Name). I will read it” he murmurs, with a smirk that leaves you breathless.

You nod, picking the only copy available. You hand the book to him, grazing so softly his fingers. He inspects the cover page; he is making you so anxious and you have no idea why… what are you waiting for him to do?

“(Name), why did you pick this one? Is it because you wanna go deep into the moral aspects? Or because you enjoy immorality?” he asks, scanning the pages quickly.

You feel your heart about to jump from your chest, your breathing shortening. “I- uhh… I-“ you stutter, you aren’t really sure why you exactly chose such polemic novel.

And if oxygen wasn’t going inside you, it finally stops flowing completely to your lungs when his hand reach for your cheek as he bends forward to you. His thumb grazes your lip with such delicacy but so erotically that you can feel your knees failing to keep you standing.

“Do you find their age gap enticing? Or maybe the new experiences Lolita wants to try with Professor Hubert?” he asks, pushing his thumb in between your lips.

You blink slowly, letting his finger touch the tip of your tongue. Even such little touch tastes delicious, just as you imagined. Truth is, that you worship Aizen sensei as if he was a god. The god and guardian of your libidinous dreams.

“I… the- age…” you stutter, as he takes his glasses off with his free hand. He throws his head back just a little, and the sharpness of his mandible presents in front of you. You feel like an animal whose been deprived from food for so long… you just wanna jump and bite, and lick, and smell his neck… where this all has came from? You haven’t even touched a man in your life before, even at your age at which many of your friends already had immeasurable experience.

Aizen puts the glasses on top of the desk, slowly pushing you with his chest to it too. Your ass hits the table, your hands grab tightly to the edges of it. Nails carved in that old wood, toes curling inside your shoes. You can only feel surrounded by Aizen topping presence, and the subtle scent of his masculine fragrance.

You look up at him with puppy eyes that make him madly attracted to your innocence. “Tell me something, (Name)… all of those books have taught you well?” he asks, acknowledging your virginity so accurately.

You are amazed at how fast he was able to tell you haven’t ever tried the honeys of sex, and you can’t help but blindly wish he would be your first. Oh… and he will, darling.

He reaches for your thighs, sitting you over the table. “Were those books enough, or you wish for me to teach you?” he whispers, taking his lips closer to yours.

You let him approach you more and more, almost at the verge of fainting. You have waited for so long, just to let a man like him to take you. You feel dizzy, lightheaded. You can tell even your lips are throbbing, the blood pumping from your heart getting with strength at every inch of your body.

“I wish for Aizen sensei to teach me, please ~” you murmur, feeling the soft graze of his lips against yours. Drunken with pleasure, and slightly jolting when his hot palm lands on your thigh. And it goes up, under your skirt… so indecently searching for something he is sure he will find in the centre of your femininity… arousal pooling just because and for him.

“Heh… let’s focus this first lesson on your senses… shall we?” he orders, covering your eyes with his palm while his lips struck yours and his tongue mercilessly violates your mouth.

You gasp, receiving his indecent intrusion. You do as he tells; focus on your senses… The touch of his wet tongue against yours, flowing so organically one with the other. The taste of his mouth that’s so delicious. The scent of his perfume, musky, and masculine. The sound of a kiss so full of lust, reverberating with soft moans coming from you and low grunts coming from him.

The hand that’s been traveling up your leg finally finds the wet spot he has been wanting to reach. “So wet already… were you waiting for this, (Name)? Aren’t you a little bit corrupted?” he jokes, as if he wasn’t corrupt enough for taking you right there in such public spot at his work place.

“I… it’s because it’s you… professor Aizen ~” you purr, allowing your arms to rest on his shoulders.

He beams with sloppy eyelids, looking at you from the side with his fingers already in between your panties and sex. “Because of me? Are those stories you write inspired on me, (Name)?” he asks, showing you how much of a stalker he had been of your social media.

“Ai… Aizen sensei! You read my stories?” you ask, widening your eyes and soon spasming from his fingers penetrating your entrance. You bite your lips, pressing your forehead to his with subtle moans that you try to muffle.

He slowly goes in and out, trying the stretching capability of your walls. Sosuke is so pleased to find you are so pretty tight even to his fingers and he can only fantasize on how well his dick will feel once he is inside you.

“Of course, sweetheart. I told you; you are a delight of a pupil… that’s why you are so stimulating to me” he mumbles, whispering in your ear. “Will you write about this one experience, too? Let me help you with that too, please”

You tremble, your nails carve marks on the table as he alternates fingering and circles around your erected clit. You feel like losing control, like something unstoppable being unleashed inside you. And Aizen enjoys lifting your legs up to make you a lot more dilated than before.

He makes sure there is nobody around and proceeds to lower the zipper of his black formal pants. “Do you want me to teach you what it feels to have a man inside you, (Name)?” he asks, before doing anything else. Apparently he is still a gentleman despite the age difference, and the perverted idea of a professor fucking his student.

You nod biting your lower lip, still panting because of his unstoppable finger torture. “P-pwease, Aizen sensei… take me… teach me… be my first…” you whine, with eyes semi open, watching his perverse stare in between your almost touching eyelashes.

“That’s a very good girl… please, spread those beautiful legs for your sensei then”

You can feel how his hardness touches your entrance but doesn’t enter still. With your panties barely pushed to the side, it’s enough for your fluids to mix in one slippery cocktail of lust.

“I will be gentle with you, ok? I promise it won’t hurt” he whispers, kissing your cheek. Not only he is teaching you, but he pretends to take a caretaker role… because he knows he can. Because he knows he doubles your age, and because he knows you want it so bad. The upstanding professor Sosuke Aizen ended up being such a depraved man, after all…

“Yeah… yes thank you, Professor Aizen ~”

He attacks your lips once more, while one of his hands slowly massages one of your breasts over your blouse and the other one slowly reaches for the small of your back.

Sosuke slowly pulls you towards him, and you can feel the tip of his sex barely making some pressure on your labia. Is not yet enough to go inside, but the unhurried torture of the unknown feeling of having him inside is killing you…and you aren’t scared, the thing is that you can’t wait no more… you are dying to feel full of him, to give your precious treasure to him.

“I… please…” you plead, ripping a sexy laugh from him with his lips pressed against yours.

“You can’t wait no more, right? You want it badly, sweetheart? We should take it slow, I wanna enjoy making you a woman!” he taunts you, playing with your need, rejoicing in the chills and bumps of your skin the more he waits to make you his.

You cross your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Perhaps you aren’t doing this on purpose, and it’s just instinct and need. And Aizen knows it very well, you are ready for defloration…

“Don’t scream, bite my shoulder” he commands, pushing delicately your head towards his neck. He caresses your hair, and you can feel how he slowly opens his way inside your entrance. First, resting a few seconds right at the start of your sex and the slowly sliding himself inside.

You feel your walls stretching and soft inside “pop”. A pleasant pain that soon changes from a slight burn to an explosion of pleasure. And your teeth carved in his shoulder with a muzzled moan that will accompany Aizen’s memories forever.

“Ngh.. you are doing so good… you have no idea how good you feel around me… your virginal tightness” he grunts under his breath as his hips die to move faster.

“Am I, Aizen-sensei?” you ask, with incipient tears pooling on your eyes. It feels like heaven to be penetrated by him, to hear his soft moans of pleasure, his grunts as you expertly milk him with your walls.

He grunts, hallucinated by the way you suck him in with nothing but your spasming core. “Why- you… you where did you learn to do that? I… stop-” he frowns and tightens his jaw. He is clearly suffering, because he wants to last but it looks like he won’t be able to do so.

You giggle… “from the novels I read, Professor Aizen ~”

Aizen swallows; he has stopped hugging you and now his hand slaps the table right next to your left hip. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You wanna be full of my cum, little depraved one?” he asks, seriously, stopping the thrusts just to make sure you know where you got yourself into.

“Fill me up, Aizen Sosuke…” you purr into his ear, biting his earlobe after.

ㅤㅤ“Gladly, sweetheart… please, keep it all inside for me”

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acescavern · 8 months

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DREAM: SONG MINGI X FEM!READER

Pairing: Incubus demon!Mingi ( kinda ) x Fem! Human! Reader.

Genre: fantasy?? demon mingi, smut. minors dni

Synopsis: you like to walk on the side of danger, even if it's in the form of a hot barman dressed in leather pants.

wc; 2,119

Warnings: Okay, so I'm not sure what to label this as. but, HEAVY WARNINGS; We have an allusion to incubus demon Mingi, This is fully consented between the reader and Mingi and I feel like I've stated that quite obviously multiple times throughout, it kind of reads like Mingi is the demon predator and the reader is the human prey, rough sex, unprotected sex, allusion to them being strangers, Sex in a closed bar, sex on a pool table, degradation, praise, a few (?) spanks, BRIEF mirror sex, coming inside, Mingi pushes his come back in, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks a cocktail but it goes unmentioned that it is non-alcoholic, they play a chase game? reader runs and Mingi has to catch her but she asks for the game to happen?, With brief hair pulling, and biting ( once ), Mingi restrains her wrists with his hand for a lil bit. Mingi is BIG, Mingi doesn't prep the reader. if i've missed any please let me know

note: Hi, my lovelies. Ace here. This was originally an anon ask but the anon requested Wolf Mingi and a bunny reader. Unfortunately, I don't write ABO or Hybrid NSFW works so i altered it, I hope you don't mind! PLEASE take note of the warnings. If you do not like to read this sort of thing, scroll by. I don't want to spoil the ending but as i like all my works to fit into the same universe, i had to make it all into a dream the reader had. But thats not to say it can't be a reoccurring dream!

feedback is appreciated! minors dni

Mingi knew you were there. He could catch your scent anywhere, the richest cherries he had ever smelt. You’d been frequenting his bar for a few weeks now, much to his surprise. The demon wondered if you realized the danger you seemed to willingly put yourself in by being here.

You were always alone, Mingi noted. And Mingi was always watching you. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was… who he was. You knew it was bad news for a measly human to set foot in a bar full of hungry demons considering what you were to them, prey. Though, you felt comforted by the adrenaline, soothed by the power around you.

It was why you kept coming back, again and again. That and the handsome barman who watched you like a hawk. All dark eyes and broad shoulders. He owned the room with his presence alone. The incubus never approached you though, no matter how much you wanted him to. You’d always been the type to walk on the side of danger and the man in the tight leather pants, waistcoat, and cowboy hat screamed it.

You’d often found your curious eyes drawn to the slither of exposed skin on his navel. The first three times you visited, you thought you were crazy to lust after an incubus whose name you didn’t know. It was an exciting feeling.

Throughout the bustling Saturday night, Mingi tried to look for you as much as possible. You were sat on Yunho’s side of the bar, much to his dismay, and it was only in the last half hour to closing that Mingi sent the man home. Many stragglers and patrons already stumbling their way out and into cabs.

Until there was only one left. The pretty human sitting at the end of the bar, watching him with her chin resting on her hand, you. Mingi threw the cleaning cloth into the rag bucket, approaching you slowly.

“You know… It’s dangerous for your kind to be here.” He braced his hands on the wood of the bartop, his words slow and gravelly.

“And yet, I feel the safest I’ve ever been.” You grinned at him, tongue darting out to lick the remains of the fruity cocktail from your lips.

“Your instincts should be telling you to run away from here, Baby.” The warning in his voice didn’t scare you, despite the shiver that danced along your spine and the way his gaze locked onto the movement of your tongue had your body heating right back up.

You leaned forward over the bar, only a few centimeters between you now. “Are you going to chase me if I do?”

Mingi could practically taste your excitement. He tutted mockingly, rounding the bar and moving away from you in favor of closing the window shutters and locking the door. You’d followed his movements, breath hitching in anticipation when the sound of the lock clicking into place filled the tension between you both.

"I'm going to count down from three, Sweetheart." He began, pausing to give you time to protest. "And then you're going to run."

You climbed down from the barstool, heat swirling in your core. "Yes," You breathed. "and then?"

Mingi's head tilted, an almost sinister smile pulling at the edges of his lips. "And then, when I catch you, you'll beg."

A whimper catches in your throat, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Silence fell between the two of you once more, Mingi raising an eyebrow as if offering you an out.

You didn't want an out.

At your eye contact and firm nod of consent, Mingi held up three fingers.

The count began, "Three." He stood still, a heavy stare watching your eyes dart around the tables and unorganized chairs as you calculated your route.

"Two" His smirk widened as his eyes locked to the thundering pulse point in your neck, your chest rising and falling quickly as you took your first few steps around the obstacles.

You neared him, eyes wide in the thrilling fear. You crept near him, anticipating the final number of the countdown. You'd anticipated this moment for weeks, lustful gazes exchanged every spare moment, and now… Now, it was finally here. A thrill-seeking buzz settled in your veins, your eyes never leaving him.

and finally, "Last chance, Sweetheart." He taunted, "One."

Everything paused, not a movement nor sound made as your brain registered what it meant.

"Run." Mingi launched for you as you weaved around the tables, pulling chairs into your path to slow him down.

The obstacles were no match for the big bad wolf. Mingi shoved every single one off to the side, the sounds of the wood scraping along the floor and colliding with other chairs filling your ears. Mingi lets you stay ahead for a few moments, just enough to lull the false sense of victory into your mind.

Two strong hands landed firmly on your waist, pressing your front onto the green felt of the pool table. Mingi reveled in your shriek of surprise. You knew you were caught but that didn't stop you from writhing your body in a feat to make it harder for him.

The leather of his pants rubbed against the backs of your thighs, the skin exposed beyond the hem of your velvet dress. Mingi's big hands gathered your wrists at the small of your back, pinning them there with his left hand.

"Gotcha." He growled out lowly, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Mingi had your front pressed so far onto the pool table that your legs dangle over the edge, tips of your shoes just barely grazing the ground. Mingi's rough, right hand ran the length of your thigh, pushing your dress up and over the curve of your behind as it went.

"I've given you so many chances to back out." Long fingers toyed with the gusset of your panties.

"I don't want to." You turned your head, cheek smushed to the green felt. You could catch the whiff of liquor from many spilled drinks over the years. "Please."

At your words, the fingers of Mingi's left hand tightened around your wrists. His index and middle finger slipped the crotch of your panties to the side, a deep sigh of satisfaction reaching your ears when they ran through your slit.

"You enjoy this." It wasn't a question, Mingi knew, and he didn't leave room for arguments as he tapped those two fingers over your pussy, watching as your arousal spread over your skin and coated his fingers. "You're soaked." He let his middle finger circle where you needed him the most.

“Please,” You whimpered, “I’m not gonna break.” You begged, feebly attempting to push your hips back but with your lack of footing on the ground, you had no chance.

Mingi couldn’t help but laugh, his fingers smearing your arousal onto the back of your thigh. You thought he was going to prolong his teasing. You thought he was going to make you beg more. Your cry of surprise echoed around the empty bar when your panties were harshly yanked down your legs, dangling at your ankles. You could hear him fumble with his belt and zipper with one hand and whilst you ached to turn around and see him, Mingi kept you firmly on the pool table.

The sudden intrusion into your heat had you arching with a cry. Finally. Your eyes closed as you focused on relaxing your body to accommodate him, breathing slowly through your nose. Mingi was thick and girthy. You could feel every vein and throb as he wasted no time pushing into you. He allowed you a moment once he was seated into the base, finally letting go of your wrists. Instead, Mingi pulled your body up to be propped by your forearms, molding you into his desired position.

“Good girl, you can take it, can’t you baby?” His voice was like honey, dripped into your eardrums as he praised you.

His words of encouragement made your pussy flutter around him, though Mingi didn’t give you a chance to answer him before his hips drew back and surged forward again. His hips hitting against your ass had your waist uncomfortably digging into the edge of the table but you couldn’t find it in you to ask him to stop. Not when he set up such a deliciously brutal pace from the get-go, pounding roughly into you to draw almost pornographic moans from your throat.

Mingi was hitting all the right spots, hand pushing at your shoulders to deepen the arch of your back and hips. In the end, it tangled into your hair to pull your eyeline over to the decorative mirror in your view. Usually, the mirror would serve as a cautionary for people to see around the corner, preventing many spilled drinks and bar fights.

“See how pathetic you look?” He snarled, teeth grazing your earlobe. Mingi made eye contact through your reflection. “Fucking a stranger, letting him use you over. And. Over.” His words were punctuated by rough smacks of his thighs meeting your skin, the force moving your body forward each time.

The you in your reflection looked thoroughly fucked. She had smeared mascara, and teary eyes hooded with want. She looked wild, you looked wild. Your attention was stolen away from yourself and onto Mingi. His plush lips were parted, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he released sinful moans of his own. The knot in your core continued to tighten, dragging you closer to your impending orgasm.

The hold on your hair disappeared, your forehead pressing against the hard table again. “So pathetic.” Your cry of agreeance earned you a sharp swat to your left ass cheek, the bite of pain drawing a drawn-out moan from within you. “I’m gonna come!”

Your announcement had Mingi’s torso smothering your back as he hammered harder into you. His thrusts measured and speedy as your walls welcomed him over and over. Your nails scratched at the pool table’s surface to find purchase, the need to brace yourself for your oncoming climax almost overwhelming. Your fingertips hit against the white ball, the sphere knocking another and rolling toward a pocket. The pool table was creaking and groaning as it shook, the vibrations of the movement pocketing the lone ball.

“Then fucking do it,” Mingi’s hips ground on every hit home, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix without fail. The man wedged his between you and the hard surface, fingers finding your clit with ease to set a matching pace.

You were close. You could feel the edge of your orgasm within reach and he kept you there for a few moments. It was only when his teeth bit into your shoulder from behind did it hit you like a freight train, a lengthy scream bouncing off the walls as you writhed in pleasure beneath him. It was like a fire spread through your nerve endings, every muscle in your body tensing with the onslaught of pleasure. Mingi moaned hoarsely, muffled by your shoulder as he followed suit.

The weight of him was gone suddenly. Mingi draws back slowly from you to watch the evidence of him leak from your hole. The next thing you know, those same two fingers from earlier had gathered the escaping substance only to plunge it back inside you.

“We don’t want that escaping, do we baby?” His voice was a mock of praise and comfort as he kept his fingers in place to reach down for the flimsy material of your panties.

They’d stayed hooked at your ankles from where your legs dangled, Mingi now pulling them back up and in place. Only once they were up your thighs did he pull his fingers from you, eliciting a sensitive whimper from yourself who was still sprawled over the green felt. You felt Mingi pat the palm of his hand over your clothed core, his leaking come soaking into the material.

“There we go.” He murmured, tugging your dress back in place. “____,” He sounded muffled to your ears, far away almost as your exhausted body lay spent and satisfied, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Mmh.” You didn’t move.

“____!” He sounded much louder now, right next to your ear.

You jolted, eyes springing open. You groggily blinked them, darting your gaze around the room. Your bedroom. In front of you, your smiley boyfriend crouched at your bedside with his hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Mingi frowned, eyes carefully watching your face.

With the dull ache between your legs and a racing heart, you just nodded.

“Yeah, A dream.”

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annahxredaxted · 2 years

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Nightmares

Pairings: milo/sweetheart

Tw: nightmares I guess?

REQUESTS OPEN PLS!

"𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,𝘢𝘸𝘸 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳?"

But he wasn’t here now. You had to deal with this.

God nightmares, are.the.worst.

Usually milo would be here, and he would help you

𝘊'𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩..𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.

You didn’t know what to do. Other then call your best friend but their definitely asleep right now

You glanced over at the clock 𝟢𝟤:𝟥𝟦𝖺𝗆. Shit. Their most definitely asleep by now.

He’d answer the phone for you,call him,call milo

Your intrusive thoughts spoke loudly in your brain but you didn’t want to wake him..

“God damnit.” You muttered this one was worse then your usual ones. This one was bad.

Tears started streaming down your face, leaving tear streaked stains down your cheeks, to your neck.

“god I’m such a mess..” you sniffled trying to suck it all back in, rather then going to get a tissue.

I’m gonna do it I’m gonna call him.

As you swiftly dialed his number, you let out some loud sobs, How much longer would he be gone.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 10 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?

He’s not here..

more tears erupted from your eyes.

You hit the icon on your phone that said ‘call’ in big bold letters

About 30 seconds later a groggy,tired voice answered

“H-hello?” “M-milo?”

He heard the panic in your voice

“Oh hey, sweetheart, wha happened?” He asked taking a large inhale

“I’m sorry I woke you up I just had a really bad nightmare and I’m sure you have a lot of work in the morning and I’m so so so so sorry for waking you up it’s just your not here and I had a bad dream and-and,” he cut you off

“Sweetheart, don apologize baby. I’m so sorry you had a nightmare, did you drink a big glass of water?”

In all the commotion you had forgotten that milo told you what to do if you had a nightmare.

“N-no not yet.”

“How bout you do that now? Hmm?” He said a smile, but worry relevant in his voice.

“O-okay. I will.” You took a breath and stepped out of my bed, aggro making figure eights between you feet, as you walked towards the kitchen.

————-

You gently took a glass down from the cupboard, and filled it with water by pressing it carefully at the fridge.

“Okay, I drank water, N-now what?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t fallen back asleep yet.

“Good job sweethar’, now why don’t you sit down and take a few deep breath’s, can you do that for me baby?” He asked

“Ye-yeah I can do that.”

You walked towards the couch, where on the side table was a picture of you,milo, and aggro. God you missed him.

You inhaled and exhaled a few times. Breathing carefully,thinking about things that weren’t your nightmare. Embracing the peacefulness of the silence. Peace, yet discomfort.

Being alone after dating milo for so long really took a toll on you, before you two started dating you actually 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 to be alone, but now, you couldn’t live without your beautiful, strong, handsome, kind, sweet, sexy, smol scaredy-wolf that you adored more then he could ever know.

You backtracked to the conversation at hand.

“Good job, now why don’t you go lay down okay?”

You sighed and stood up abruptly,tripping on aggro

Whisper yelling you said “Aggro? didn’t see you there sorry buddy!”

You picked him up and set him back on his comfy spot on the floor.

“Okay now, breath and close your eyes,put it on speaker phone and I’ll talk till you fall asleep.”

You immediately shot up

“Milo, no you have work in the morning, honestly I probably won’t fall asleep for another 3 hours which is 3 hours less for you to sleep, so,” he stopped you

“Sweetheart, I want too. Plus if I knew you were back home 𝘞𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 I wouldn’t be able to sleep either, so please just lay down and let me talk to you..okay?”

“Okay, fine. But once it hits the two hour mark your going to bed. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Okay, I love you milo.”

“Love you to sweetheart, more then you’ll ever goddamn know..”

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted aggro #redacted audio

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rere-the-writer · 3 years

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Can I request poly!Mikaelsons when they find out Reader is pregnant. I loved the headcanons.

Yessssss let's go boys!

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Mikaelsons, Protective!Mikaelsons

As much as it annoyed them, your lovers let you go on this little adventure of helping Hayley. The wolf had became your close friend after you lost the Scooby gang because they couldn't let go that you were seeing the Originals.

"I'll be careful Elijah. Hals won't let nothing happen to me." You tell your noble boyfriend who frown as Klaus rolled his eyes.

"No offense love but you are unbelievably dumb when it comes to trusting people."

"Niklaus!" Elijah said as you blinked tilting your head as Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"No.....I just like people."

"And there is nothing wrong with that baby." Elijah says softly kissing your head as Klaus smirked.

"Besides if you are harmed I'll tear the little wolf's thoat out." Klaus says as you shivered shaking your head getting peppered with goodbye kisses from Elijah. Both Rebekah and Kol gave you their own goodbye making Hayley blush watching Rebekah give you a heated kiss your face was burning as Kol chuckled kissing your cheek.

"Marking territory sister?"

"Just letting Hayley know who our bunny belongs to."

You and Hayley made it down to New Orleans looking for some leads about Hayley's birth parents and pack. You were in awe with the city as you made sure to call Elijah and Rebekah gushing to them how you were falling in love with the city and how you may not leave.

"So the witches think your pregnant with Klaus's baby?" You ask Hayley as she nodded. You and Hayley had been taken by witches as they believed that Hayley carried Klaus's child even though she was never left alone with Klaus.

"Damn it she isn't the pregnant one."

"What if the other one is." The witch named Sophie said and all the witches turned to look at you. Another witch you learned was named Sabine grabbed you pulling over to Jane Ann. They did the spell again then looked at your abdomen.

Klaus was pissed hearing that witches of New Orleans was plotting something against him so the hybrid travel down to the city which would allow him to be left alone with you. Elijah had followed to find you since you hadn't called in awhile and also to find out just what the witches were planning.

"I'm Elijah. You heard of me?" Elijah asked Sophie after saving her from vampires. After talking to the witch about her sister, Elijah was taken to the cemetery and the witches couldn't stop you from running to your vampire.

"Elijah!" You shouted throwing your arms around Elijah who growled feeling you shiver as your sundress wasn't doing much to keep you warm. Elijah took off his suit jacket placing it over your shoulders and Hayley walked out seeing Elijah and her heart fluttered with how handsome the vampire was.

Hayley met Klaus, Rebekah and Kol so it was his first time seeing Elijah and found Elijah every attractive. Hayley felt a little jealous seeing the vampire cupping your cheek seemly showering you with affection.

"Why do you have my little wife?" Elijah asked his tone having a dangerous tint to it as his eyes darken keeping you close rubbing your back. Both Hayley and the witches were surprised watching you look up at Elijah muttering something and Elijah raised an eyebrow.

"You think she is pregnant?"

"Come inside where we can talk." Sophie says Elijah followed after with you by his side. Elijah stood with his hands in his pockets as you sat with Hayley.

"My sister died proving that Y/N is pregnant with Klaus's child."

"You do realize Niklaus will slaughter you all about this little lie."

"It isn't. Listen to the heartbeat! When he woke his wolf side, it made a loop hole." Sophie told Elijah who narrowed his eyes but did as told. Elijah's breathing hitched hearing the heartbeat.

"I need to find Niklaus. Hayley make sure Y/N stays safe." Elijah said walking out as you sat feeling like crying as Elijah was hard to read and you were scared. It didn't take long for Elijah to come back with Klaus.

"Don't look sad, my Queen. I'll take care of these witches." Klaus said looking over you as Elijah was trying to stay calm as Klaus had placed a hand on your abdomen smiling softly as Hayley got to see the full fury of two of the most dangerous Mikaelsons.

"So you hold my Queen and unborn child as hostage to make me do your dirty work?" Klaus said smirking devilishly eyes darken as Elijah moved to in front of you almost guarding you from the witches.

"We want Marcel gone and you are the one to do it." Sophie said grabbing a knife as the witches were nervous as having two dangerous Originals in the same room.

"And what's stopping me and Elijah from slaughtering you all?" Klaus questioned smirking as Sophie cut her hand and you let out a ylep. Elijah was quick to pull out a handkerchief handing it to Hayley who wrapped it around your hand.

"Not only did the spell proved the pregnancy but also linked me to Y/N. So anything that happens to me happens to her." Sophie said and Elijah was quick to stop Klaus from attacking. Elijah looked at the witches his eyes dark with something they hadn't seen before.

"We'll do this but Y/N and Hayley comes with us or else I'll let my brother slaughter this coven. And Miss Deveraux, I would personally deal with you."

"O.....okay." Sophie said shivering from the fear that flooded her and the other witches. You squealed when Klaus picked you up bridal style carrying you out of the tomb with Elijah beside him telling him to be careful with you.

"So is she like dating all of you?" Hayley asked Elijah as you all headed to a plantation house that Klaus had set up.

"She is. To Niklaus, she is a Queen, to Kol a life partner while Rebekah and I affectionately call her little wife." Elijah says smiling seeing that you fell asleep in Klaus's arms.

"Oh....isn't weird?"

"No. She isn't the first, we've shared a lover before." Elijah tells Hayley opening the door for her seeing Klaus taking you upstairs. As days passed Elijah went missing making Kol and Rebekah drive down worried about Elijah and missing you.

"Kol! Rebekah!" You squealed happily hugging them both as Hayley watched.

"Nik wasn't lying." Kol muttered hearing the heart beat like Rebekah. You tried helping to find Elijah with Rebekah while Kol was helping Klaus and Hayley was reading though Elijah's journal. Rebekah could see you were missing Elijah as you were wearing his botton ups and you only slept in his bed.

"A church?" You asked sitting in Kol's lap as he braiding your hair as Rebekah had came back from learning a general idea on where Elijah was.

"Yes now where is our wolf?"

"Hayley is upstairs."

To say you were overly happy that Elijah was home would be an understatement after Rebekah hugged him. You ran down jumping into Elijah's arms and he caught you with ease.

"Careful, baby. The little one." Elijah says softly pecking your lips as Hayley watched feeling a little jealous.

"Eli, they are still a little jelly bean." You giggle as Elijah raised an eyebrow and Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Her and Kol has been calling the baby a jelly bean."

"I see. Has Niklaus been good?"

"Over protective. He hasn't let our poor babe leave the house." Rebekah answered as Elijah let you down.

"Please Rebekah, you and Kol hadn't like her out of your sight. Not since the witch attack." Klaus said stealing you away from Elijah only for Elijah to steal you back.

"Witch attack?"

"Angus bought up a doctor out in the bayou to check on the baby. Y/N thought it was a bad idea, Hayley thought it would be safe."

"Since then Rebekah hadn't let Hayley near her too." Kol says as Rebekah crossed her arms huffing as Elijah chuckled touching you abdomen.

"Protecting Y/N and baby is important so Rebekah did what she had to." Elijah says kissing your head as you giggle. You all settled for the night you and Rebekah slept in Elijah's bed that night with on Elijah and Rebekah cuddled into his side.

Hayley came down the next morning finding you in Elijah's lap as he reading with Klaus and Kol sitting on the couch reading also. You layed your head on Elijah's shoulder listening to his soft voice reading to you and Rebekah came in.

"Is this the first thing you do when we are all back together. Vampire book club?" Rebekah questioned as Hayley watched catch a glimpse into an everyday look in the Mikaelson home.

"Reading edifies the mind dear sister. Isn't that right Elijah?"

"Yes that's quite right Niklaus." Elijah answered waking you a bit making Elijah kiss your forehead as an apology. Hayley noticed the dead girl on the coffee table.

"And this nonsense?"

"This our brothers form of an apology." Elijah said helping you stad up from his lap as you gently rubbing your belly headed off to the kitchen.

"Nik and I thought that our big brother was hungry after his time in a coffin."

"And I informed my baby brothers that forgiveness can not be bought." Elijah said looking at Rebekah.

"Well she is staining a 200 year old carpet."

"Oh yes....that she is." Elijah muttered getting up to check on you as Kol and Klaus smirked looking at Hayley. They noticed the look in Hayley's eyes as she wasn't the first woman to fall for Elijah at first sight.

"Goodmorning, little wife." Elijah said watching you take out some yogurt which he took over getting you a bowl.

"Morning, I missed you."

"And I you. Here eat baby." Elijah says giving you the bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit. You blinked see Rebekah drag the dead body through the kitchen.

"Who do we have to kill?"

"Probably no one!" Elijah called out to her as you looked at Elijah with a raised eyebrow.

"Alright, potentially everyone." Elijah muttered as Hayley walked in seeing you sitting on a stool and Elijah behind you hands on your abdomen.

"So.... this miracle baby thing, how are you going to unlink her from Sophie?"

"I have a plan. Niklaus is doing his own plan with Kol." Elijah said kissing your head taking your dirty bowl and Kol decided to cling to you.

"What plan?"

"A plan to take the Quarter from Marcel. Then give our pregnant Queen the castle she deserves." Kol says smirking as you laughed lightly and Elijah smirked. Hayley was sure how to handle the Mikaelsons while you seemed to handle them perfectly well.

"This was another home of ours?" You asked Rebekah walking into the Abattoir with her getting a few stares from some vampires. Rebekah found it adorable how in awe you were.

"Yes before Mikael drove us away." Rebekah said watching you stand in front of the fountain rubbing your bumb.

"You think the baby will like here?"

"Yes, sweet love." Rebekah said kissing your temple when Kol joined you both standing behind your resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Elijah made sure your bedroom was in the middle of ours so you wouldn't have to go far."

"That's sweet of him." You said leaning back against Kol and both vampires moved you three to the den. You sat leaning back against Kol as Rebekah lay in front of you on the couch with you showing your favorite Disney movie.

You three fell asleep like this and how Klaus and Elijah found you three. Elijah gently covered you three with a blanket and gently rubbed your baby bump then sat in a chair and Klaus taking another. It was nice to enjoy the peace while they could while keeping an eye on you and soon to be newest Mikaelson.

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daisiesandshakes · 3 years

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Hi can I request jealousy headcanon for Isaac,Arthur,Mozart,comte please

Hi dear nonny! Thank you so much for your request 💖

Sorry it took so long, night shifts were exhausting...

Here you go, I hope you like it! 💝

(@ashavazesa , I'm tagging you, maybe you like it!)

Jealousy headcanons

for Isaac, Arthur, Mozart &

le Comte

Isaac

The shy, poor boy doesn't know what hits him, he wasn't prepared... It is the first time he's really in love and it is his first time being jealous.

He wouldn't talk about his feelings in the beginning, because he feels a bit ashamed about them. Additional he's not used to talk about feelings anyway, so he bottles up.

You recognize his strange behavior like avoiding your glare, his abrupt short answers (especially towards the male who causes the jealousy), but at first you can't figure out where it comes from. He would also act more possessive than usual, suddenly kiss you firmly in front of others or pulling you close.

Though he knows you love him truly, he's unsettled deep inside and needs your reassurance. You'll have to push him slightly to open up, to tell you what's on his mind. When he does...oh boy.

With glowing eyes and fervent words he'll beg you to SHOW him your love, pushing you onto the bed. Needy for your touch and your words of love, nothing remains from his shyness. He won't let you go the next hours, making sure you're really his.

"Isaac, please tell me what concerns you... did I something wrong?"

You're sitting next to him in his room on the edge of the bed.

"N- no... It's not that."

His behavior was oddly brusque today and you are really concerned.

With a sigh you overthink what happened all day and then something klicked. You spent a lot of time with Napoleon while he teached the kids. Could it be? "Isaac, are you jealous?"

The vampire flinches and draws his gaze away from yours, a blush appears on his handsome face.

You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. Gazing deep into his beautiful cherryblossom eyes you ask "Isaac, you know that I love you, that my heart belongs only to you, don't you?"

"Y- yes. My head knows it, but..." suddenly he pushes you down.

"Show it to me." He whispers, his voice husky and deep, his eyes dark with passion before his lips captures yours in a fiery kiss, his fingers ripping your blouse open.

Mozart

Mozart is probably the worst with jealousy (besides Theo). He even can't stand the thought of another male being too close to you. It doesn't matter if it is another resident or a complete stranger, he is very possessive and you only belong to him. No other has the right to touch you.

If someone touches you by accident, his possession drives him to get rid of the foreign scent on you immediatly.

When it's a strange male (talking to him would be enough to drive him crazy), he would be broiling jealous, unable to express himself. Normally Mozart is very straight forward, but not when it comes to express his feelings for you. Blaming you for being too trustful, he would even start an argument.

But Mozart loves you so much, you're so precious to him, he'll regret his harsh spoken words soon and searches for a way to talk.

Admitting his jealousy, he shows you that there is only one way to calm him down. Claiming your body and mind he would train you to who you belong until the sun rises and your voice is hoarse.

"M- Mozart, what-" you gasp as he pulls you behind the thick curtains, sealing your lips with his. "You spent enough time with the other residents." He breathes hard as he pulls away. "Especially with Leonardo. I don't like his cigarello scent on you." Your eyes grow wide. "Wolf, are you jealous?"

A faint rose appears on his cheeks. "I don't want to be...But yes I am."

"But... You don't have to be jealous. I love you so much, Wolf. There is no room in my heart for another man."

"I know, meine Liebe. But it seems that my heart doesn't accept this truth fully." His radiant violet eyes pierces into your soul.

"What can I do to make you feel better, Wolf?"

A slight smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he leans forward. "Await me in the thermae. I'll make sure the only scent that remains on your body is mine, and obviously I'll have to remind you the next hours to who you belong." fervent spoken words next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Arthur

He never felt jealousy before. Being a rotten flirt, Arthur is used to be the reason for that emotion, he never thought it could happen to him.

Trying to hide his feelings he'd cover them with playful words and actions. But when a male approaches you and gets too close, he won't think twice to make clear you are HIS girlfriend, holding you at your waist, whisking you away.

Deep inside Arthur has the feeling he doesn't deserve you, so he is afraid to loose you and gets easily jealous. He wouldn't like to admit it to you , worried he could scare you off.

But you are not able to overlook the pout and scowl on his handsome face or to overhear the truth hidden behind his joking words, irrelevant how much he tries to mask his feelings.

Arthur has a deep longing for your reassurance in words and body language, he needs your touch so bad, be prepared for exhausting, delightful hours between the sheets after he got jealous.

You are sitting on the couch in Arthur's room, rambling about your day with Vincent. Lately he gives you advices in painting techniques and you enjoy them, happy to make progress in your hobby. Arthur looks up from the papers with a smile, sitting at his desk.

"Darling, you sound really happy. I know you enjoy painting with Vincent, but are you sure you didn't decide secretly to leave your filthy boyfriend for this pure angel, Luv?" Arthur chuckles. For a split second a hurt expression appears in his loving gaze and his voice didn't sound as lighthearted as it should. You set your cup of coffee down with a surprised look on your face. "Are you jealous?"

A slight rose tints his cheeks as he pulls his gaze away.

You hurry over to him cupping his face and locking eyes. "Arthur, you are the only one for me. You are the love of my life, you know that, don't you?" Your thumbs caress his cheeks.

Arthur's big blue eyes waver at your words and he inhales deeply.

"You have no right to be this adorable" he whispers with a husky voice as he pulls you on his lap. Kissing your lips ardently his fingers already unbutton your blouse. "Say that again, luv" he smiles at your lips. "And then I'll make sure you won't ever forget that you are MY adorable girlfriend" he breathes at your skin as his lips travel from your jaw to the neck.

Le Comte

Comte seems to be always so calm and thoughtful, but when it comes up to you all this is nothing but dust in the wind. He waited for you and your love for centuries, now that you are his he's confronted with the deepest fear of loosing you.

Also he is insecure inside, thinking he doesn't deserve someone so precious like you (are you surprised?). This uncertainty is more fuel to the fire of the jealousy that rages in his heart.

Despite his always graceful and sublime conduct le Comte is very passionate and possessive. He can't bear another man touching you, even it is only your hair. On the other side he wants you to live freely, interacting with the other residents as usual. So he would get jealous real quick, but:

Wearing a mask of gentlemanly behavior and used to lock up his feelings you wouldn't notice his jealousy until it's "too late". Maybe it was only you and Leonardo in the library, sticking heads together and giggling about something. Maybe it was a stranger at the market, picking up an apple for you that dropped to the floor, holding your delicate hand while putting the apple into it.

When he corners you after that in his room, there'll be no escape. Le Comte will make sure that you're his, taking possession of your body and mind until there is nothing left but thinking of him and moaning his name. He will only stop when you pass out due to the overwhelming passion.

Le Comte cocks slightly an eyebrow due to the sight that is presented to him in the library. Arthur stands in front of the bookshelfs, carrying you bridal-style. "What happened?" he asks with honest concern. "Oh, our pretty dove wanted to spread her wings. I catched her as she fell from the ladder" Arthur replies lighthearted. "Luv, if you want my touch so bad, all you have to do is ask. You don't have to risk your health to get it" smirking he looks deep in your eyes. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you hit him at his shoulder. "Put me down, Arthur!" With a wry chuckle he lets you go, giving le Comte an amused sideways glance. "Okay, my performance as a hero is over, back to work then." With these words Arthur leaves the library and you exhale, looking concerned over to the pureblood. "You know that it was only an accident? I feel a bit embarrassed and.." Le Comte cuts you off, smiling gently.

"Ma cherie, don't worry. I understand what happened, everything is fine."

With a relieved smile you pick up the dropped books "I should have known, that something stupid like this doesn't concern you..."

You hear a sharp inhale and look up. His expression is serious, his eyes burn like melting gold in a furnace. Approaching you with slow, predatory steps he asks softly "When did I say I don't care?"

With a fluid move he pins you against the bookshelf, kissing you senseless. You both pant for air as he breaks the kiss. "I await you in my room. Now. Your chores are done for today." Comte leaves you with trembling legs.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it 💝

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Cravings.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff overdose

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

based off this prompt

Summary: How Y/N's pregnancy cravings led to her becoming friends with Captain America, The White Wolf, The Scarlet Witch and Vision.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! i am in love with Sam Wilson. but like, who isn't? this is sort of an AU, but not really. takes place in phase 4 of mcu. enjoy!

masterlist

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Mm, that smells so good…

Y/N took in a deep breath as a sweet, sweet, tangy smell hit her nose. "You smell it, honey?" she cooed, cupping her bulging abdomen as her baby kicked once. Then the kicking increased and she groaned, heaving herself off the couch. "Baby, we can't have it, it's not our food. We already had dinner, sweet—" She whined when her baby kicked twice.

"Maybe they'll understand…?" she whispered to herself. Y/N was 8 months pregnant and lately, her cravings had been at an all time high. Every time she got a craving for something she couldn't have, the baby in her belly wouldn't stop kicking and she'd go to sleep upset, tired and hurt. And today, the baby wanted whatever the neighbors were cooking.

She wasn't really familiar with the neighbors; she liked keeping to herself, and with the addition of the baby and single parenthood, she didn't want to disturb anyone or break the peace. Soon, the kicking got really uncomfortable and Y/N grabbed a plate, walking out of the house. They'll understand, she told herself, they have to. If not then they're heartless cows.

"So, Wilson, you've got a nice apartment here, thought you were living with your sister and nephews at the docks," Bucky grinned, popping open a bottle of beer. "Moved out a couple weeks ago, didn't wanna intrude. Plus she has a boyfriend, it's getting kinda serious between them…" Sam chuckled, "Wanda, whatcha cookin? Smells really good!"

A very pregnant Wanda Maximoff walked out of the kitchen, a huge smile on her face. She was 7 months in with twins. "I'm cooking Borscht, it's a traditional Ukrainian recipe that I like very much. You're gonna love it," she gushed and Bucky raised his glass in mock toast. "Can't wait!" Just then, the bell rang. "I'll get it!" Sam shouted, walking up to the door.

He opened it and saw his neighbor standing there, holding an empty plate. Her head was downcast and she was squirming, fidgeting. Sam had seen her once or twice since he moved in; she was very much pregnant, and she liked keeping to herself so he never invaded her privacy. "Hi, how can I help ya?" He smiled at her. She got startled and looked up, opening her mouth.

Y/N was speechless. She already felt bad about asking her neighbor something like this and now he reveals himself to be this handsome?! "Hello…?" she snapped out of her thoughts and cleared her throat. "I— I'm sorry, I don't wanna intrude…" Bucky showed up behind Sam and she glanced at him, her eyes going wide.

"You have company, oh no, I'm sorry— not now, baby, let's just go—" she whispered, wincing and whimpering in pain when the baby started kicking again. Sam nodded his head towards Bucky who got the hint and left. He then walked outside and closed the door behind him, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Hey, you can ask me anything, what happened?"

"It's embarrassing…"

"Come on, sweetheart, I'm your neighbor! Sam, by the way, Sam Wilson." She gave him a timid smile. "Y/N Y/L/N. It's just… whatever you're cooking smells really nice and I got a craving; it's wrong, it's your food, your party and I'm intruding like an idiot, it's just— my baby gets really agitated when I don't get what I'm craving for and they kick all night, I'm so sorry—"

Sam grabbed both her shoulders, silencing her. "Don't be embarrassed by this. It's fine, you got a craving? I'll give you some of the food! Wanda, my friend who's cooking, is also 7 months pregnant, believe it or not. She'll be so happy to give you the food, it's a new recipe she's trying and the more people there to eat the better. Why don't you join us?" Y/N sniffled, the kindness of her neighbor and her pregnancy hormones reducing her to tears.

"You're so kind," she whispered and Sam laughed, giving her a warm hug. "But I don't want to intrude." He sighed but understood. "Okay, how about when she's done cooking, you take some of the food home? Will that be okay?" She nodded. "In the meantime, I'd love for you to meet my friends. Wanda especially, wanna come in?" Y/N agreed and the two walked into the apartment.

Bucky and Vision, who were in the sitting room at the time, looked up. Y/N gave them an awkward smile, raising a hand to wipe her tears off. "Hi there," Vision greeted. "Hello, I'm… I'm Y/N, Sam's neighbor, it's nice to meet you," she mumbled shyly. "Hi Y/N, I'm Bucky and this is Vision," Bucky introduced and she nodded. "So, um, there's gonna be a party here…?"

"Oh no, just old friends catching up over dinner. Wanda!" The woman walked out of the kitchen, her eyes lighting up when she saw Y/N. "Hey!" Y/N smiled at her. "Hi, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." Wanda beamed at Sam. "Your neighbor? Very nice to meet you too, miss!" After a small conversation the Scarlet Witch went back to the kitchen while Sam coaxed Y/N into sitting.

"So, what brings you here?" Bucky asked, glancing at the empty plate. "Cravings," Y/N sighed as Sam followed Wanda to the kitchen, "My baby gets really agitated when I don't get what I'm craving, it's a problem… I didn't want to intrude, it's just… the food smells so nice and I… I actually want to sleep tonight. Just a tiny portion, I'll be gone before you know it."

Bucky frowned at her words. "Gone— hey, we don't mean to make you feel unwelcome here, why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure Sam offered too, it's really not a big deal. You won't be intruding and Wanda will be delighted to have another member around who wants to eat her traditional recipe, right Vis?" Vision smiled at Y/N and nodded. "Yes, please stay."

"Okay, since you're asking so nicely," she joked and all three of them laughed. "Dinner's ready! Who wants some Borscht?!" Wanda exclaimed gleefully, walking out of the kitchen with a pile of plates and cutlery as Sam followed with a pot with steam coming out of it. "Guess what? Y/N's decided to stay!" Bucky announced and all of them cheered, Wanda giving Y/N a hug.

"That's amazing news!"

"Oh, you managed to talk her into it, how nice…"

Bucky smirked and swung an arm over Sam's shoulders. "Girls like me better than you, pal, accept— ow! I was joking!" Y/N giggled as Sam shoved Bucky off him, giving him a punch on the arm for good measure. "You two seem like really good friends," she commented and Vision scoffed. "You should've seen them when they first met. Couldn't stand each other."

"Oh please, every great friendship starts out like that, am I right?" Wanda nudged Y/N and she grinned. The five of them sat down to eat; Sam served everyone the Borscht. "So, how many months along are you?" Wanda questioned. "8, how about you?" "7, there's twins in there." Y/N gasped. "How lovely! I've always wanted twins, they're so cool."

"I used to have a twin brother," Wanda shrugged. "That's— wow. So, which one of the three is it? Or is he at home?" Y/N smirked. "Vision here, we got married a year ago, it was a small ceremony, only close friends." Y/N grinned at Vision. "Awesome! Congratulations, guys!" Vision and Wanda smiled at each other. "How about you, if you don't mind me asking?"

Y/N's mood dimmed slightly but she kept the smile on her face. "My ex, he got me pregnant. Not really much of a happy story; I love my baby, I really do but I'm gonna have to raise them alone; he said he doesn't even want to visit, let alone pay child support, I just— come on, I'm boring you with the story, I don't wanna be a Debby Downer," she waved in dismissal.

"That's so wrong of him! Give us a name and we'll make that bastard pay up," Sam glared, which made Y/N smile a bit. "It's okay, Sam, you don't have to. I have a nice job, and he isn't that good of a person anyway, it's better if he's out of my life for good. I can't wait to try the Borscht, Wanda." Dinner after that was fun and fairly uneventful.

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Y/N was watching TV the next morning when someone rang the doorbell. She blinked and opened the door to see Sam standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. "Sam, hi, what brings you here?" she smiled back at him. "Have you had breakfast?" Y/N frowned slightly and shook her head. "Not yet, I was just about to cook. Why?"

"Will you join me? There's a lot of Borscht left if you're interested." She grinned at him; how had she not introduced herself to him earlier?! "That sounds really nice, thank you for the offer! Let's go." The two walked to Sam's apartment and Y/N sat on the couch as Sam went to the kitchen to get the food. "I actually have something to ask," Sam began as the two sat down to eat.

"What happened?" Y/N questioned curiously, a hand resting on her belly as she ate the delicious Borscht. "I want you to tell me about all your cravings from now on. Anything you want, no matter how weird. I really want to help you, Y/N, will you allow me to do it? I just… I don't want you to suffer anymore, I'm here for you. A friend. Please?" Y/N blinked at him, shocked.

Surely he wasn't that nice? "You really want to do that?" she gasped. "I do. I feel really bad about how your ex just left you so vulnerable and full of responsibility, and he won't even help with the baby, I— I want to take some of the responsibility. It'll make me feel good." Y/N nodded instantly. "That's so nice of you, thank you! I'd love that, you offering to help… you're an angel."

Sam flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck, a goofy smile on his face. "Just helping a friend in need." The doorbell rang all of a sudden and Sam sat up, alert. "What?" Y/N whispered. "I'm not expecting anyone. Stay here." Grabbing a gun from a drawer near the dining table Sam put it in his back pocket and went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, he saw a man.

The man was dressed in black trousers and a band t-shirt, his hair a rough mess and a glare on his face. "Can I help you?" Sam frowned. "Your neighbor, Y/N, have you seen her? I'm her ex boyfriend." Sam's blood boiled when he introduced himself but he kept his cool. "I haven't seen her, I'm sorry. She isn't very social, you know and I respect people's privacy."

The man groaned and left. Sam returned to the living room, keeping his gun away with a sigh. "What happened, Sam, everything okay?" Y/N asked worriedly when he sat back down in front of his plate. "Don't be mad." Y/N's frown deepened with confusion. "Why, who was at the door?" He looked up at her. "Your ex. I sent him away. Did you want to talk to him?"

Y/N froze for a minute but then scoffed, wrapping her arms around her middle. "Thank you for that, I wasn't ready to see him. I'm not mad at you, by the way." Sam nodded and the two spent the rest of breakfast in silence.

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"Y/N! I know you're in there!"

"Go away!"

Upon hearing the commotion out in the corridor Sam opened his front door, seeing Y/N's ex boyfriend banging on the door to her apartment. 3 weeks had passed since he showed up at Sam's house. "Is there a problem here?" he asked calmly and the ex boyfriend turned to him. "Dude, it's none of your business," he sneered but Sam simply raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N is my friend, I think I'd know when she'd want me to intervene."

"Well now's not the time, pal, go back in! Y/N and I are having a personal conversation," he scoffed. "Oh really? Because to me it sounds like she's asking you to go away," Sam rolled his eyes. All of a sudden Y/N's front door swung open and she stepped out, looking between both men. Her eyes lit up when she saw Sam.

Over the course of 3 weeks, Y/N had come to like Sam a lot. Along with being handsome as fuck, he was also really kind, sweet and caring; he bought for her all that she craved, let it be the middle of the night or the afternoon. She also found out that he was an Avenger, previously used to be known as the Falcon but now, Captain America. She trusted him even more, knowing he'd protect her from anything.

"Sam!" she smiled brightly, pushing past her ex to run to Sam. He gave her a tight hug, keeping an arm around her as they both turned to Y/N's ex, who was staring at them, jaw dropped. "A friend, huh, Sam?" he sneered but Sam only stared at him with disdain. "Don't talk to him like that! You weren't even here when I needed you, and now I have an awesome guy helping me with things and you suddenly wanna show up?!"

"Y/N—"

"No, you shut up! You're just a coward and— and an asshole and I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Leave and if you come back, I'll call the police on you, I swear—" Sam cut her off by chuckling wryly. "Sweetheart, I'm an Avenger, are you forgetting? Next time this guy shows up, call Bucky. I'll give you his number. I'm sure Buck will have a lotta fun teaching this guy a lesson."

Y/N beamed at Sam. "Okay!" Y/N's ex stared at the two, jaw dropped. "You're both crazy," he whispered, "Crazy maniacs, I tell you!" Y/N and Sam stared after him with broad smiles as the man left, grumbling under his breath. "Ugh, he's been showing up every day for 3 weeks, and today he created a scene. So sorry about that, Sam, I hope I didn't disturb anything."

"Aw, Y/N, you know I care about you. Don't worry, I was just watching TV. He shows up again, you call me first. I'm always here for you." Y/N gave him a timid smile, rubbing her belly. "I actually wanted to ask you something if you don't mind…" Sam nodded at her to go on. The truth was, he liked her too. She was super adorable, and the pregnant belly of hers made her glow like an angel.

One of the main reasons why he decided to help her out so eagerly was the fact that he wanted to get closer to her, maybe ask her out someday in the future. They would be a happy little family; Sam, Y/N and the baby. He was ready to look after them both, no bias to the baby. "...Sam?" He snapped out of his thoughts, blinked and shook his head.

"Sorry, sorry, got lost in thoughts. What?" The timid smile was back on her face. "I was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date sometime with me… of course you can say no, I won't mind, but I'd really like it if you say yes…" No way. "Y/N, I'd love to go on a date with you, that's fantastic! How about this Saturday, two days from now, at 8 we go to dinner?"

Y/N smiled brightly at his words. "Oh— okay, okay, that will be great! Yeah, yeah, Saturday works for me. So, um, see you then— or maybe before that if I need something, I—" Sam smiled at her endearing behavior as he skittishly ran back to her apartment, a giddy smile on her face. "The things you do to me, Ms Y/L/N," Sam laughed to himself as he went back to his own apartment.

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A loud, wailing noise pulled Sam out of his slumber. He immediately sat up and checked his phone, walking out of his apartment to ring Y/N's doorbell. She opened the door with a tired smile on her face, greeting him with a quick kiss. "Little one giving you trouble?" he smiled fondly as the two went to the baby's bedroom, who was sobbing at the top of his lungs.

A few days had passed since Y/N had given birth, and since Sam and Y/N started dating. She had a little boy; they named him Luke. "The crying just doesn't stop," Y/N sighed, leaning against the doorframe as Sam entered the bedroom, picking Luke up. The baby quieted instantly, peering up at Sam with his big eyes. "There, there, don't cry. We gotta let your mommy get some sleep or she becomes very cranky."

"Hey!" Sam grinned at her. "I was only kidding, darling, you know I like you," he winked and Y/N shook her head. "Good thing I like you too." A few minutes later, as the baby fell asleep again, Sam's phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out and saw multiple, hurried texts from Vision. "What happened?" Y/N asked him as he stared at the phone, trying to make sense of the messages. "I don't know."

Y/N grabbed his phone and looked through the cryptic messages, her eyes going wide. "Wanda is in labor! The twins are coming," she whispered and an incredulous expression showed up on Sam's face. "She's only 8 months in, that can't be right." Y/N slapped her forehead. "They're twins, Cap, they always come early. Go to the hospital, I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They shared another kiss, giving each other smiles. "I'll see you then." Sam then left the apartment, rolling his eyes at another weird message Vision had left him.

"For God's sake, you're a robot, how hard is it to type?!"

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Let Chaos Reign

Chapter 3- Don’t Provoke The Bear

Summary: After getting your shit rocked by the Avengers, you now wake up in a strange new place even more pissed off then you already were. Also that one pretty looking dark haired guy won’t leave you alone.

Warning: reader being chaotic, Bucky trying his best

Masterlist - Chapter 2

Eyes still closed you can feel a soft pressure holding you up, slowly parting your eyelids, you’re soon greeted by the sight of bright lights circling you overhead, though they remain unmoving. On further inspection, once you force yourself into a seated position, you take notice that you’re in some kind of flat spherical glass holding cell.

Blinking groggily, you look down to find your clothes are all still on your body, suddenly a pang of fear hits you at the thought of your mothers necklace. Reaching for it, you’re relieved to feel it’s still with you. Thanking whoever will listen for that bit of good fortune in this otherwise adverse predicament.

Shifting your gaze back to the current situation of the room, you’re able to see around to some sort of large cavernous lab area with a multitude of that armored man from earlier, though you can tell there is no vital life that stirs within them. Guards maybe? Decoys? You have no idea.

Suddenly your eyes catch movement from the left door, a dark skinned man in black clothing and a single patch over his left eye appears. “Good morning. I’m Director Fury.” He smiles with a friendly nod, arms clasped behind his back while he walks over to you, “Or should I say afternoon?”

Getting off the elevated bed, you wander towards the thick glass keeping you from him, “Where am I?”

Fury nods, “Better question you should be asking is how long you’ve been out for, cause damn, you can sleep.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

He chuckles knowingly, “I almost couldn’t believe it myself when the team told me. But wow, holding back both Vision and Wanda for as long as you did. I’m thoroughly impressed.” He boasts for you, genuinely fascinated by your daring feat.

Right, those two.

You frown, gaze hard set and intimidating, “Where the fuck am I?”

“Well for one, you’ve been out for a whole 15 hours since they found you unconscious but alive after getting blasted by Vision and Wanda. Weren’t sure if you were gonna make it, seems the universe has yet to take you out.”

Pursing your lips together in irritation, you glare through the glass at him, “Well I’m not exactly from here so....doesn’t matter. Tell me what this place is and where the fuck I am!”

He holds up his hands, “Alright no need to get heated.” Before clasping them behind his back as he begins pacing slowly back and forth in front of you, “You’ve created quit the stir since arriving in Ireland. My intelligence first received a message indicating a storm greater then a category four hurricane, which by our standards is pretty damn massive. Soon a fun little video of you throwing some busses around like rag dolls peaked my interest. And give or take a couple days, here you are.”

Giving him a deadpanned stare, you cross your arms, “The mystery of the century. Where am I?”

“Alright fine I won’t leave you in suspense, you’re in New York State. In a very secure and safe facility home to the Avengers. Nice place huh?” He smiles, dark eyes looking elsewhere as he gives a little once over of the room.

“I’m in a cell.”

“Yes. But it’s a clean cell.”

Suddenly you slam your left fist against the thick glass causing him to flinch, “You have no right to hold me here! Release me. Now.” You growl darkly, golden irises appearing to almost glow with your building vexation.

“Can’t do that.”

“Alright then, if that’s how it’s going to be. Then I’ll do it myself.”

A second later he’s genuinely startled as you cock your arm back before slamming it into the clear thick glass. With the power of bending the material and your people’s strength, the glass cracks into a fist sized area. Satisfied with this, you do it again and again before a voice startles you.

[Miss, please refrain from breaking that. Mr. Stark has requested that you stop immediately.]

“Agreed.” Says Fury as he hustles over to the far wall, bringing his arm up to his mouth, he speaks but you can’t tell what he’s saying. What nonsense is he even doing?

Ignoring both of them, you punch the glass a fourth time before the voice interrupts again. [Miss. Please suspend your advances. Mr. Stark is on his way.]

Halting your fist from punching a fifth time, you take a step back and bring yourself to the center. Positioning yourself in a fighters stance, legs slightly bent, arms held about 90 degrees; you thrust them forward causing the metal contraption to creak and whine in protest.

Holding your arms close to your body now, you make two tight fists before violently punching at the air; the metal holding in the glass slams forcefully against the far wall. Destroying a couple of those stoic armored sentinels in the process.

“What the fuck?!” Yelps Fury in surprise as he falls to the floor from the force of the impact, “Hey! You better stay right the fuck over there!” He warns while cowering in the corner, nothing to really threaten you with but his voice. That is until he pulls out a stunted black gun, like the ones you have seen on the Norwegian police. You ignore his threats anyways.

Taking your first steps out of the desolated cell feels almost euphoric, your body embraces how strong and dangerous you feel among this place and what has presented itself to you within her walls. A man and his words, a disembodied voice telling you to stop fighting your way to freedom. Ridiculous, they have no idea who you are.

You take a single step left when the man, Fury, shouts loudly, “Stay right there!” Your eyes find the gun held tightly within his grasp, “I will shoot!”

You don’t care for this shallow warning, there are things in this universe more important then a mortal mans fearful intimidation. Opening up your palm, the gun flies out of his hands while he gasps with a start, eyes wide and panicked as you turn the short nosed barrel towards him. Closing your fist, the gun combusts to nothing more then destroyed metal and hard plastic as it clatters to the floor.

He watches in disbelief as you then turn to your left before taking the first door that reads exit above it; you wander past a long hallway until you come across a door leading to a long flight of stairs to some floor with a sign reading - Parking Area - the door is obviously closed.

This is too easy, you think suspiciously, somethings not right.

Opening up the door, you’re greeted by a large cavernous glass and metal room holding a large black aircraft on the far end, a couple more vehicles parked in various areas spread about the place. And not a soul in sight.

Hustling along into the room, you’re able to reach the door on the other side, opening it, you cautiously stick your head out. Ahead of you is a large green yard stretching all the way back to a tree line with trees placed neatly along a road leading up to the facilities main entrance area.

To your far left is a large river, but still, you have no idea where New York is. This is all unfamiliar territory to you, so finding the Ancient One is going to be a tough fucking job.

Not seeing anyone, you take your first couple steps into the open. Soon you’ve made it halfway across the grass headed for the tree line before the sound of gravel crunching causes you to pause and turn around to face the intruder.

So close. The woods are right there.

Clenching your fists, you keep a defensive stance as you stare him down, this man is undoubtedly familiar. He’s dressed in boots, jeans, a pair of cloves for some reason, and a faded grey t-shirt that’s mostly covered by his forest green jacket, while his long dark hair is washed and sits handsomely around his face. Blue eyes staring at you apprehensively, “We’re not here to harm you.” Cautiously says the man in a soft tone of voice, hoping not to provoke you again.

“Then why was I just locked in a cell?”

He pauses for a moment, “Uh, okay, yeah that looks bad.”

“Precisely.

You turn to leave, yet his voice makes you stay, “You don’t have to be on your own you know. I don’t know what you’re looking for, or who....but doing it alone will only take longer. We could help you, if you want.” He suggests with the tiniest hint of a smile. You don’t trust him.

You look towards the lake before finding his gaze yet again, your golden eyes admittedly sadder as you softly answer him, “No one can help me.”

He takes a step forward, face softening, “I felt the same way once. Alone and confused, not sure where to go, no one to trust. Believe me, it sucked......so, I’m just hoping you’ll listen. That’s it.”

“Well, I don’t particularly like any of you. And so far you’ve all gotten in my way and fought me....I have no reason to trust a thing you say.”

He purses his lips together and nods, you’ve got him there, but nonetheless he takes another step forward, “Sorry about that.” He mutters while rubbing the back of his neck, “Uh, let me try and start over....I’m Bucky. And I am definitely not here to fight you. Promise.”

Eyeing him up suspiciously, you take a step back, “Y/N Lavpranthus..of Vanaheim.” You finally reveal, albeit with a smidge of apprehension, however you are not one to hold back your own name if someone is to speak freely theirs.

Bucky nods, incredibly grateful for your calm demeanor for the moment and this first bout of information given willingly by you, though he has not a single clue where Vanaheim is, this is progress. Good progress; perhaps the team was right to send him out first as their guinea pig against the big bad wolf.

Stupid in retrospect, but so far it’s appeared an effective strategy instead of Tony’s idea which was to have Vision and Wanda knock you out again. Not an efficient way to make friends who can throw busses around like its nothing but a bag of grapes...and all without even touching them.

Bucky reveals the flash of a smile as you slowly calm your once defensive stance, though you’re still wary of his true intentions, “Y/N.” Repeats Bucky with a genuine grin as he tests out your name on his tongue, “Never heard that one before, it’s beautiful.

Taken aback by his kindness and sincere compliment to your name, you finally let your guard down, “My mother gave that to me, it was her sisters name, though she died before I met her. Guess it doesn’t matter now...” He frowns as you share a dismal look with the ground, remembering the events that brought you here in the first place.

Family.

Soon your anger rises once more as you think of your brother, that conniving piece of shit, “Bucky....I-I can’t stay here. I have to go, you wouldn’t understand. And I don’t want you to be involved....fuck....he probably already has scouts hunting for me.”

Bucky’s brows furrow in confusion, who would you be talking about he has no idea, “Y/N, no one could hurt you here, alright. This place is pretty damn guarded. I mean, we are the Avengers.”

Shaking your head you take a step backwards, “No, none of you understand how dangerous he is, I’m lucky he didn’t kill me when he had the chance.”

“Who tried to kill you?”

Finding his worried gaze once more, you back closer towards the woods, a knowingly loathsome look crossing your features as you frown, “My brother.” And with that do you make a swift exit into the trees, out of sight in an instant.

Bucky takes a hasty step forward before looking back at the base where all of the Avengers are watching from the windows, they collectively make a go-get-her motion with their hands, indicating that Y/N is now his problem.

Fantastic, he thinks sarcastically, half the team can fly and I’m going after a demigod with family problems.

——

Jumping over fallen trees and ragged roots alike, you’re swifter then a young leopard under the treetops, it’s admittedly incredibly freeing that you almost get lost in the rush of it all as your boots pound against the leafy ground.

Arms pumping you quickly along while you run deeper into the woods, you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so free, though your fun soon comes to an abrupt halt when something hard latches onto both of your legs, instantly you begin falling towards the quickly approaching earth.

With lightening reflexes, your hands are thrusted outwards while you emit a blast of air that saves you from suffering brain damage or a bruised face. The wind aids your body in stabilizing itself once again; now standing with your lower legs tied collectively by some metal clasp, you quickly clap your hands together before focusing your release.

The metal clamps rip apart from off of your legs, freeing you in an instant, “What the fuck was that about?” You mutter to yourself when what would you know it, there’s Bucky standing not even twenty feet from you, an apologetic look on his annoyingly handsome face.

He raises his gloved hands into the air, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how else to stop you...”

Shaking your head in disappointment, you take a step in his direction, “Bucky, you’re going to really wish you didn’t just do that.”

“Uh.” Is all he’s able to mutter before you send him flying backwards with the force of a small windstorm, you watch in amusement as he breaks some branches on his way to the ground.

“You really don’t like following orders now do you?” He hears you chuckle, “I like that. You’ve got a brave heart I’ll admit.” He watches as you walk into view, a knowing smirk adorning your beautiful otherworldly features, “Courage, it’s good. Even after what I did to you a couple days ago, you still came to speak with me when no one else dared, it’s valiant. You would be a noble warrior in my homeland.”

Bucky could have blushed if not for the stick poking uncomfortably into his back, “Thanks....you seem like...uh....an experienced...woman.” Mutters Bucky, mentally cringing at how unbelievably stupid that just sounded in comparison with how gloriously divine you are.

You snort, “Easy on the eyes and a skilled fighter. Guess conversation is too adept for even the likes of you.”

Bucky shows you a cheeky grin as he jumps to his feet, “Well....uh...you don’t really know me that well yet.”

You laugh at his weak flirting skills, “Too bad I’ve got elsewhere to be. I bet you’re fine company.”

“Right...right, yeah...” Mumbles Bucky with a nod, not really confident he’s gonna be able to sway you completely to his side, he just needs you to come back with him to the base. That’s it, well, in a calmly manner. “Uh...do you even know where you are?”

You open your mouth to speak but pause as you actually have not a single clue where you really are, brows furrowed you answer, “Upstate New York.” Your accent dripping strong with a tinge of uncertainty that greatly annoys you.

Bucky smiles, “Do you know where that is?”

“Well.....not completely but I’m willing to find out, elsewhere. I don’t need help, believe me.”

Bucky throws his hands up, “I believe you. It’s just....I don’t think you’re gonna find your brother without a little guidance here...”

“Don’t patronize me!” You snap angrily, eyes practically glowing gold as you fill with irritation; he’s trying to distract you from your goal, you don’t need any help from anyone. Your brother would never dare ask for such a thing if he was in your place, he probably would have killed this man in the facility yard without a second thought. “You’re all just prying little bastards, I have no business with any of you when my personal quandary is concerned!”

Clearly noticing he’s struck some kind of nerve, and remembering he’s been tasked with gathering as much information about you as possible while striving for the end goal of a truce. Bucky stupidly pressures you further, “Your brother can’t be that terrible, I mean.....what did he do?” Asks Bucky with a casual shrug, a sudden pang of fear flashing through his eyes as you send him a nasty glare.

You don’t even give him a moment to react before his forest green jacket is ablaze from your quick thrust of flame out of your fist, Bucky instantly yelps in surprise before swiftly throwing the burning fabric off of him before he catches fire himself. The jacket falls to a flaming heap on the forest floor, “What the hell?!” Yells Bucky, eyes wide at your incredibly abrupt act of hostility.

Whoosh!

And Bucky’s flat on his back with you right on top of him, kneeling down to meet his startled gaze, his breath hitches as you forcefully grab his stubbled jaw. Your eyes two golden coins of tempered rage, “You have no idea what he has done to me or my realm, you’re lucky I’m not like him or you’d be a burnt corpse adding to the ash of the universe. Pray you never meet him.” Your lip quivers in angered emotion as you lightly squeeze his jaw, “And if we meet again, I assure you someone will die.”

Bucky keeps still as stone as you finally release him from your admittedly powerful grasp, soon you rise to your full height, giving him one last conflicted look before sauntering off into the bushes.

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he had, chest rising heavily as the adrenaline rush of the fire and you touching him brings him back to reality. He’s on the ground in the woods and you’re absolutely no where to be seen. Soon he jumps to his feet and jogs in your direction until he reaches a gravel road leading back to the Avengers Facility.

You’re gone, just like a phantom in the shadows, gone.

Shaking his head in frustration, Bucky treks back to the base where Steve, Tony, and Natasha are waiting for him outside, all equally curious as to what the hell happened.

“Looks like you were unsuccessful, Barnes.” Quips Tony as Bucky throws him a dirty look.

“She’s...just.....complicated.” Mutters the tired Winter Soldier with a frown as they follow him to the front doors.

——

Bucky slouches comfortably into the back of the lounging rooms giant plush couch, a heating pad seated blissfully against his bruised back from all the times you knocked his ass to the ground today. Sam, Tony, Steve, and Natasha seated in various areas around the lounging room as they give him a break to rest.

Though the peace is soon broken by the sound of Tony’s irritating voice, “You at least get a name to hold against that psycho?”

Bucky throws him an annoyed glance, “She’s not a psycho, and her name is Y/N....I can’t remember her last name. It was something Middle Earth-like I don’t know.”

“Y/N?” Repeats Steve, “That’s different.”

Bucky’s face shifts to concentrated puzzlement, “Yeah, I know....it’s just, she said Y/N of Vanaheim or whatever that means....not sure but she’s definitely not from around here.”

“Really? What drew you to that final conclusion.” Jokes Sam as Bucky mutters an incomprehensible fuck off while the Falcon chuckles.

Natasha’s voice suddenly enters the conversation, “So she’s after her brother?”

Bucky nods, “Yep.”

“And doesn’t appear to know her way around this world either?”

“Yep.”

Natasha hums in thought as Sam speaks, “Damn. I wonder what happened to her before she got dumped into our world...”

Bucky suddenly sits up, “It’s just....she said some people are probably already after her, uh....her brothers guardsman I think?”

Steve takes a step forward, eye brows raised in interest, “Guardsmen?”

Tony nods, “Or are these some type of glorified assassins? I’m just putting this out there, but we really need to get this shit under control before she ends up destroying a building next. Or these, whoever is after her, decide to...oh I don’t know...kill some civilians while they’re at it.”

Bucky’s face shifts to puzzlement, “Dammit. It’s kinda my fault she ran off.” They all give him a varying amount of intrigued expressions as he sighs, “I was just trying to get more info out of her and then I talked about her brother and she set my jacket on fire, before throwing me to the ground and roughly grabbing my face to threaten me, she was really mad too.”

Sam smirks, “Did you enjoy it. Getting manhandled by a pretty lady in the woods?”

“Sam.” Mutters Steve like a disappointed father reprimanding his son.

“Come on Buck, it’s okay, you can tell us. Was it nice?”

Bucky throws him a deadly glare, “Actually it was, I felt very loved and comforted.” He quips, voice dripping in sarcasm before a more thoughtful expression crosses his features, “But she didn’t actually hurt me. I don’t know, she almost looked conflicted to leave....I don’t know it happened so fast.” He mumbles, closing his eyes as he falls back into the comfort of the couch.

“Well as much as I’m enjoying this time together with all of you...” Says Natasha, “We now have a person from an unknown world on the loose with incredible power and the means to use it as she wants. We all know where that can lead us.”

“With more collateral damage then what Ultron gave us.” Adds Tony, “Fortunately this time it won’t be my fault...like that makes a big difference I know. Still, she’s the Avengers newest problem now and we don’t have a damn clue where Miss. Anger Management is.”

“Uh, not exactly.” Starts Bucky as they all turn to look at him. Sam raises an intrigued brow, “What do you mean, not exactly?”

“I, well uh-when she was threatening me, well one of the times she was threatening me...I was able to plant a tracker on the inside of her one pocket. Then she pushed me into the grass and ran off into the woods, I couldn’t keep up even if I tried. She was just gone, but at least I was able to do that. It’s something.”

“Barnes.” Says Tony slowly, “And you’re just telling us this now? When we could have been sending some intelligence or agents or even ourselves out to find her.”

“Sorry but I was recovering from getting beaten up by a beautiful demigod to remember so soon,” Sasses Bucky, “but yeah, that aside, she’s got a tracker on her so all I’d need to do is pull it up on my phone and I’m good to go. Well, as long as she hasn’t found it yet.”

“If it’s just like that, you’re sharing with the rest of the class.” Says Tony while he wanders over to the television mounted upon the wall, “I’m gonna have you link with the tv, I don’t wanna miss a second.”

With a dramatic sigh does the Winter Soldier lean over to grab the thin metal device from off of the coffee table in front of him while Tony flicks on the large tv screen. Once all is set correctly and synched up, the others watch on in curiosity as he scrolls around a bit before finding the app and clicking on it, a couple passwords are sent in and accepted when the screen then shows one option labeled -Unite_1P - between two white bars within a sea of black.

He taps the label and the screen changes to a view of North America resembling that of google maps, but the screen soon shifts to zoom in on a moving pin point in red that’s traveling a couple miles far northeast of the Bronx, where it appears that Y/N happens to be trekking through some forest heading downwards towards that designated part of New York City.

Steve’s eyes trail over the red pin point, “So that’s where Y/N is going?”

“Seems like it. And she hasn’t a damn clue where she’s actually going either.”

Sam keeps his gaze locked onto the map as well, “And what does she want exactly?”

“She said something about finding her brother but that’s honestly it, I tried to help her but it was almost pointless. She’s on her own mission now, and no ones going to get in her way.”

Steve sighs, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“What?”

“Y/N. Someone getting in her way, someone just trying to lend a hand and she takes it the wrong way and then...”

“I know man, but I don’t think she’d do that to some innocent person. At least I don’t think she would.” Worries Bucky while everyone takes a moment to process and stare at the screen, red pin point still moving slowly towards New York City. The creak of wood is suddenly heard and all five Avengers turn their heads towards the abrupt noise of Director Fury who’s found himself a spot to stand in the large room.

“Unfortunately we don’t know that. And as the worlds mightiest heroes. It’s your collective duty to always assume the worst. She’s strong, has a goal, and appears able to get it if she tries hard enough. It’s admirable, and yes she’s no Loki...but she is a danger to Earth the less we know about her true intentions and the longer she’s out of our reach.” Explains Fury, “Barnes you’ve done incredibly well. But our apparent need for you has increased as well, so I suggest you smack on a band-aid because we’re going to have a nice civil conversation with her whether she wants it or not.”

“Me?”

“Yes you. You’re the only person she hasn’t tried to send a chunk of metal at, you got close, you got the information. We need you to do it again.”

Steve looks to Fury, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if she...”

“I’ll do it.....” They all give Bucky a collective array of questionable facial expressions as he shrugs, “What? I think she’ll listen, maybe, okay I’m not one hundred percent sure if Y/N will hear me out. But I gotta try right? She’s conflicted inside, she’s hurt and alone....if I just have a moment, another moment, I think I could get to her. I think she’ll listen.”

Fury smiles as Steve lowers his gaze, “That’s what I like to hear Mr. Barnes. And don’t none of you worry alright. We’ll be close, at a safer distance of course, but close in case anything goes south. Now the day is still young and we have a demigod to find, I assume you all know what to do.”

Steve looks to the array of assembled heroes, “Suite up..well actually...just Bucky.”

The designated man of the hour rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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We’re in heaven..

For the darling @fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 💖📖🦋

Hope you’ll enjoy the story!

Baby, you're all that I want.

When you're lyin' here in my arms,

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven.

And love is all that I need

And I found it there in your heart.

Isn't it too hard to see?

We're in heaven.

Bryan Adams - Heaven

In his bed, Hugo tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Shaking and sweating, he could not help but think about his days when he served the S.S.

For him, serving those monsters in shining uniforms was the worst period of his life. You can imagine how delighted he was when he murdered all those 13 S.S officers before he got caught.

Tortured, mocked, and jailed, he endured all those sufferings until the Basterds set him free.

However, all his nights were plagued by terrifying nightmares. He felt the bite of the whip on his skin, the freezing slap of the cold water on his body.

"Hugo?"

Her voice woke him up. He opened his eyes and turned to see (Y/N), who looked at him with questioning eyes.

(Y/N) (L/N), his silver lining in this dark world. The woman joined the Basterds as a spy and quickly get along with those misfits.

Besides, she was the only person who managed to get close to him.

Honestly, it was not too hard for him. Since their first meeting, the deserter felt appeased when she was by his side. Donny even said he saw Hugo blushing!

Anyhow, they slowly bond together before being an official couple. Even if Stiglitz kept his stern appearance, his comrades noticed that he was less tensed when his lover was nearby.

And yet, he still suffered from those ordeals every night.

He managed to smile:

"Sorry to wake you up, Liebling. There is nothing to worry about..."

"Really? You told me the same excuse yesterday and the day before..."

She sighed.

"Hugo, please: would you explain to me what's going on?"

The soldier stayed quiet before muttering:

"It's not easy for me..."

"Try your best."

Resigned, Hugo told the truth:

"I can't help but think about all this time I spent in the Wehrmacht. Every time I close my eyes, I relive all the tortures I have been through after my arrest. I try to chase them away, but my memories always come back to haunt me..."

He shrugged.

"But I don't want to bother you with my problems. You struggle with your troubles already..."

Her soft hand gently stroke his cheek.

"It's okay, Hugo. There is nothing to be ashamed of: you only did what mattered for you. Besides, you were here when I needed the most..."

"It is the least I can do..."

She kissed him.

"Have no fear, darling. All those things are over now. Just have some rest!"

Nodding, Hugo laid down in bed, turning his back on his lover.

At this moment, she saw the scars on his back: each white line was the stigmata of whiplashes. The very essence of the cruelty of the Nazi regime printed on his body forever.

Slowly approaching her lover, (Y/N) let her fingers lightly trace the scars. Then, she pressed her lips against the calloused skin and kissed each wound.

Feeling her delicate mouth against his skin made Hugo sigh with ease: (Y/N)'s lips were the most efficient balm he ever knew. However, the more he felt her kisses on his scars, the more he sensed a burning desire burning his chest. This woman will be the death of him!

When she reached the scars on his lower back, he struggled to stifle a moan of pleasure.

Excited by this gently provocative little game, Hugo turned around and pinned down his lover on the mattress with a hungry smile.

"Naughty little girl. Teasing the Big Bad Wolf like this is very dangerous!"

(Y/N) smirked.

"But I live for danger, darling..."

"That's my girl!" he grinned before pressing his lips against hers.

They feverishly kissed each other as they let their hands caressing each other's bodies. Then, the pair quickly took off their clothes, revealing their bare skins in the moonlight.

Hugo looked at (Y/N) with amazement:

"Du bist so schön, mein Schatz!" (You're so beautiful, my darling!) he muttered as he traced her curves with his fingers.

"My handsome warrior..." she muttered as she touched his muscular chest.

With a sly grin on his face, the soldier kissed her once again before letting his mouth going down on her body, making (Y/N) shiver with pleasure.

While peppering kisses on her body, Hugo noticed a scar on her abdomen. He remembered when she got this wound: a few months ago, they get attacked by a Nazi patrol. In the middle of the fight, one of the German soldiers tried to stab the woman but only gave her a deep scratch.

She was a tough woman: nothing could bring her down. Yet, Stiglitz remembered this feeling of dread when he saw the blood staining her clothes. He would never forgive himself if he lost the only woman he loved.

But here they were, tangled in the bedsheets and making love. What could he wish more?

Tracing down her body with his lips, he started to tease her womanhood with his tongue.

Moaning with desire, (Y/N) clutched the bed sheets while enjoying this moment: only Hugo could make her feel such bliss. Besides, she always felt safe in his strong arms: they were like a shield against the cruelty of this world. And God knows she needed one.

Meanwhile, the German deserter stopped his teasing and faced her again.

He asked her with a soft voice:

"Would you let me in?"

Stroking his cheek, she muttered with a mischievous smile:

"I will always let you in, mein Liebe."

"I love when you speak German..." Hugo smirked before he kissed (Y/N) again.

Then, he slowly penetrated her, letting his lover adjusting herself to his presence.

The German felt her arms gently held him, like a caress. Her embrace felt like a healing wave through Hugo's body. Every time she hugged him, he knew nothing wrong could happen. It was like heaven on Earth to him.

He began thrusting into her, gently rolling his hips against hers.

(Y/N) sighed with pleasure as she felt him inside of her and appreciated his gentleness towards her.

Usually, they had rough sex sessions when they had intimate moments as if they will die tomorrow.

But tonight, all was different: they both needed to tend their wounds, to feel the presence of each other.

As his poundings became faster, the two lovers held each other tightly, enjoying the touch of their skins.

She stroked the scars on his back, slightly scratching it when a wave of pleasure hit her to the core.

Their love-making session ended when they reached the seventh heaven in a last moan of pleasure.

Hugo withdrew from her, then laid next to (Y/N) and held her close to his chest.

She softly sighed as she nested her head in the crook of his neck, relaxing.

Her lover gently kissed the top of her head while muttering:

"Thank you..."

(Y/N) looked at him with curiosity:

"What for?"

"For being here."

She gently smiled as she gave him a peck on his lips:

"And thank you for trusting me."

"Always, my love. Always..."

And as they fell asleep, Hugo and (Y/N) never let go of each other. After all, when they were in the arms of the loved one, it felt like being in heaven, even if it was just for a moment.

When the world went crazy, the soldier and the spy remember that each scar will heal, as long as they have each other...

Thanks for the reading!

I really hope that you enjoyed the story!

I can’t wait to see your requests !

See you later and stay safe! 😘🥰😍😷

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wallwriterstuff · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request a Demetri x mate!human!fem!reader where she’s Bella’s younger sister, and when the Volturi come for Renesmee, the Cullens tell her to stay with Charlie, since they had a bunch of vampires with them plus the Volturi showing up, it’d be bad with a human in the mix. Being related to Bella (haha) she doesn’t listen, choosing to hide behind a tree to try to see how Bella and her family are (she was worried what the Volturi would do). I’m sure everyone would realize there’s a human there, and Aro sends Demetri to check it out, who finds Y/n, and quickly realizes she’s his mate. Ooo that would be nerve racking to Bella because she’d see Dem speed her younger sister over to where all the Volturi are. I’m sure she’d have to go back to Volterra with them, and she’d be a little freaked out. Awhhh it’d be so cute to see them bond, and on New Year’s, she wants to watch the ball drop (because it’s a tradition), and when it’s the New Year, she kisses Dem for the first time!

Little Red Riding Hood Part 1 ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: The Big Bad Wolf

Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have

Part 4: And They Lived Happily Ever After

Warnings: None, just Aro being a manipulative little meanie

Words: 4793

Summary: Against her sister’s advice, Y/N Swan sets off on a one woman mission to protect her family, unaware of the price she will have to pay to do so.

One of the worst habits you had was wondering the house late at night when you shouldn’t be. It wasn’t your fault really, insomnia didn’t have an easy cure and your sleeping medication was…well, when you woke up in the morning you felt drunk, they weren’t really something you enjoyed using. It had been an innocent quest really, a simple mission – get a warm mug of milk to go back to bed with. If anything, you were perfectly in the right to go wandering your own home. It should have been safe, even at 3:24AM.

Riley Biers shouldn’t have been there.

But he was.

In your living room.

And so were you.

Until you weren’t.

Alice had seen it all in advance of course and whisked you out of that room so fast the venom hadn’t even had time to properly enter your system after Riley bit down. Charlie hadn’t even been woken from his slumber by the time you were whisked into the depths of the forest to a nice little clearing where you could scream to your hearts content and nobody would hear you. Carlisle had saved you that night, sucking the venom out as quickly as Riley had injected it. The night that had followed was a surreal, whistle stop tour of the vampire world and its laws, laws you were technically breaking since you knew about the Cullen’s now. Of course, that meant you knew about the newborn army to, but you decided to stay out of that one. Some things however…some things demanded your attention, and whether you were human or not you simply had to at least see your family would be okay.

After a whirlwind few months your sister was saved, married and knocked up. Come Christmas, your hybrid niece was looking to be nine years old and your father was suspicious but none the wiser to the world you knew all too much about. You had carefully hidden your bitemark with polo necks, a sudden and bizarre choice your father had commented on once but quickly dismissed after you spouted some fashion facts Alice had prepared you with – fashion and Charlie did not mix and he dropped that conversation faster than one might drop a saucepan on fire. Of course, Renesmee (who you had created a variety of nicknames for just to tease Bella because otherwise you…well you’d have to call her Renesmee, and that was just cruel) was unique in every way, and unique and unknown equated to threat and danger in many minds, many minds the Cullen’s had slowly swayed over the few weeks since Alice had informed them of their impending death sentence.

You hadn’t been allowed to visit since the nomads and covens had started arriving, and though you understood the reason it didn’t make it any easier to know your sister, your niece, your extended family, were all in danger and you weren’t getting to spend what might be their last moments with them. It was only made worse when Bella and Edward had brought your father tickets to go fishing out of state, and tried to do the same to you. You loved your TV shows, truly you did, so for them to somehow get you backstage passes for Supernatural of all things was…immense. What you hated the most was how tempted you were to go. Who would say no to a long stay in a five star hotel, all expenses paid for and any bills you accumulated paid for by a Cullen, bottomless credit card?

When Edward and Bella had dropped you at the airport, part of you really had been ready to say goodbye to them, but as you stood in line for the gate the heavy weight of guilt settled in your gut and wouldn’t stop squirming. You had to turn back, you had to go. Nobody knew when the Volturi were going to land exactly, but you knew the day, and with Charlie and Sue gone for their fishing trip you would have nobody to stop you doing the incredibly dumb thing you had set your heart on. The taxi fare home had been extortionate but you couldn’t exactly have called anyone for a lift could you? You called the hotel and told them you were cancelling your stay, having to push your backstage pass for the Supernatural set deep into the depths of your bag to manage the grief of missing that opportunity, but family came first.

A restless night’s sleep later and you were dressing for the snow. It had fell fast and thick since Christmas day, so you had to set out early if you were going to get anywhere fast. Bella was your sister and you loved one another dearly, so of course you had spoken all about the upcoming battle, her hopes and her fears, her plans.

“There’s a clearing to the North of the house, we’re hoping if we engage them there it’ll be far enough away from people to stop anyone else getting involved by accident.”

Clearing to the North of the Cullen residence, right. With your Grandfather’s old compass you had set out, bundled in your thickest woollen coat and decked out the whole nine yards with scarves and hats and gloves. The air was freezing, nipping harshly at your exposed skin till your ears and nose were tinged red. Sniffling, you trudged through the layers of snow, stumbling over your own feet once or twice in the hereditary Swan way before regaining your footing and ploughing on. The trees seemed never-ending, an identical blanket of white on each and every one that towered above you, encroaching from all sides and making you lose all sense of direction. If it wasn’t for the compass in your hand you could have easily gotten lost in the winter wonderland, but a break in the treeline finally made an appearance. Numb as your extremities were, you forced your tired body to cooperate and propelled yourself forward, stumbling towards a tree you might be able to see past.

The forest was eerily silent, not a single scuttling animal or twittering bird to be found today, and the clearing itself was so large and the covens spread so far apart you could barely see a thing either, not with your dull, human eyes. A swarm of black gave away the Volturi, the mismatch of beiges and neutral tones on the left letting you know your family had yet to be taken down. A sigh of relief escaped you and you clapped a hand over your mouth in alarm, heart skipping a beat in your chest. Vampires had extremely sensitive hearing, there was no way somebody hadn’t heard you, and if it wasn’t the sigh that gave you away then it would surely have been the sound of mitten slapping flesh. Pressing into the bark you peeked around the tree trunk, heart hammering in your chest now as you tried to establish what was happening. You couldn’t hear a thing, could barely see. Ness sat atop Jacob, his russet fur glinting in the bright white of the snow-covered landscape.

“It all looks so terribly interesting from this distance does it not?” the smooth voice was right by your ear, and you screamed louder than you ever had in your life. Whirling around you shrunk back from the vibrantly red eyes of an admittedly handsome man, his expression devoid of any emotion as he looked you over. He had boxed you in against the tree trunk, his cloak billowing about him, the shiny, golden ‘V’ hanging around his throat making your chest constrict. Volturi, he was a Volturi guard. With wide eyes you stood in a silent stare-off, unable to decipher the emotions flickering through his eyes as he stood a step toward you.

“Stay away from me!” you cried, cringing back into the bark behind you. His head tilted.

“You came to spy and did not expect there would be consequences?” he asked, not stopping till he was almost on top of you. Your breath hitched. He had the most gorgeous looking face but you could identify the features of a killer in it. The glowing red irises didn’t look at you with malice however, more…confusion. His sharp, pearl white teeth weren’t bared to take your throat out but carefully sealed away behind plush lips. You could almost believe he didn’t intend on hurting you if his hands weren’t still reaching for you.

“You’re here to butcher my family, I had to…” you trailed off, because in reality what could you do? What could you possible say to this vampire that wouldn’t make him laugh? You were human, you stood no chance. He had paused, waiting patiently for your answer, yet when you gave him none he proceeded to pick you up like you weighed next to nothing, your feet being whisked out of the numbing snow to dangle over his arm. His eyes never left yours.

“Hold tight little one.” He suggested, his voice devoid of any emotion. If there had been any part of him you might have been able to appeal to before it was gone now, hidden behind a stony exterior. The world blurred around you and the jarring movement thew you off balance as he set you on your feet again, your body tilting in a way it shouldn’t till he was forced to grab you and hold you steady. Nausea rose quickly in the back of your throat, the world still spinning and blurring your eyes. You could see the edges of black cloaks swirling in your vision as you fought back the urge to be sick. There was no way to hide your anxiety now, your heart hammering away for all to hear, your breathing too quick to be normal.

“You seem to have distressed our dear friends, Demetri.” The smooth voice was sickeningly sweet, entirely false to your ears. Trying to take a steadying breath, you forced yourself to look up at the three imposing figures before you. A giant stood behind them, two young twins to their right. The three were quite obvious to you form the stories you’d heard, and your shudder had nothing to do with the cold this time. Demetri, the man holding you, had yet to let go of your waist, and his hands felt strangely soothing, their firm grip something that felt grounding and reliable despite your terror in this moment.

“An intruder who has already seen too much, end her now as yet another of the Cullen’s mistakes.” The blonde sneered. You swallowed, mind spinning. You were dead either way, right?

“My niece is not a mistake.” You retorted. You were proud that your voice didn’t waver once, though the grip on your waist tightened slightly and you weren’t sure if it was to warn you or scold you. Caius hissed, eyes narrowed in a vicious glare.

“Your niece? May I, my dear?” Aro stood before you, taller than you had expected with hair almost as long as yours. You knew it wasn’t a request, but you found yourself desperate either way to avoid touching him and shrank back from his extended hand, straight into Demetri’s chest. His hand was hesitant, but it lifted from your waist to lightly skim down your arm, his lips close to your hairline as he whispered, “Do as you are told now, little one.”

He carefully extended your hand for you, noting the tremor in it once more as Aro’s eyes flickered between you. He removed your mitten with a flourish, your hand immediately clenching and unclenching at the sudden blast of arctic cold it had previously been shrouded from. Aro’s skin was somehow even colder and your shivering grew in intensity. Very vaguely, you could hear Bella shouting something, but the distance was so great and the clearing so vast it swallowed the sound. His eyes flickered over yours, completely pinning you to the spot, and then they looked past you to whatever was happening behind you. Demetri was blocking your view when you tried to see what Aro was seeing.

“Sweet Y/N, your bravery in coming here is applaudable. I can only hope our own dear ones are as dedicated to our family as you are to yours.” Aro sighed, a hint of melancholy in his voice. You flinched, knowing the next words from his mouth would most likely be spelling out your death sentence. The sound of the breeze was all that filled your ears for a moment, the anxiety and anticipation growing in your stomach making it difficult to hold onto the meagre breakfast you’d forced yourself to eat. It occurred to you in that moment that this would be your final moments with your family, your last chance to say goodbye, and they could hear it. Squaring your shoulders, you held your head high.

“I came because I love them, and I don’t regret that. You can’t destroy my family, their witnesses are proof of that. My niece was created out of love and the legacy of love they would leave behind will be far too great for you to overcome. So go ahead and do what you have to to me, if I can die with half their grace then I know I’ve done them proud.” You clenched your fists at your side, prepared for the bite that Aro would deliver, maybe Demetri. Caius looked most upset by your little speech, hissing quietly and looking prepared to spring towards you. More muffled noise from behind you let you know your family had heard, even if you couldn’t hear their goodbyes you felt them in your heart.

Aro’s head tilted slightly, his expression cold, and then his mouth opened slightly and he was leaning forward. You closed your eyes, flinching as you braced for the pain of a bite you knew well, but instead you felt cold air, and when your eyes snapped open you were shielded from Aro’s bite by a tall, lean body, one strong arm curled backward to keep you caged against his spine. Demetri.

“Master…please.” He extended his hand, ripping off his glove with his teeth as he went. Aro eagerly took his hand, probably as desperate as you were to know why one of his most treasured guard would so openly defy him. Some of the Volturi’s people were starting to whisper behind them but a lethal look (from the giant of a man you guessed was Felix from Bella’s stories) silenced them. His grip on your hip tightened for a moment, the silence deafening before Aro chuckled.

“Ahhh…così si forma un legame eterno.” he murmured. You scrunched your nose, having no idea what he meant since you didn’t speak Italian. When Demetri carefully moved aside, giving Aro as slim a chance to access you as he possibly could, and your heart twisted with gratitude that he would even bother to try. You swallowed, doing your best to keep your fear from your face.

“Aro.” Caius growled. Aro held his hand up, forcing his brother to heel even if he couldn’t placate him.

“You are intriguing, Y/N. The Volturi do not offer second chances, but for the sake of our dear Demetri we are willing to bend the rules just this once,” Aro smiled, a shark-like grin that made your stomach sink, “You have a choice before you. Your family are quite innocent in regards to the accusation against your niece, for that we will deliver no justice-“ there was some uncomfortable shuffling behind him Aro dutifully ignored, “-however you are a law broken, yet another example of the Cullen��s inability to guard our secret from humans. An example must be made, you must be dealt with appropriately. Either you turn here, now, or you come with us, and we turn you.”

It was a Hobson’s choice. What Aro was really asking was how dead did you want to be? Dead dead? Or undead dead? If you let Carlisle bite you now in the clearing there were so many unpredictable nomads around. Bite your wrist and it would take forever for the venom to reach your heart and really start the change, you would be tortured right in front of them, a punishment for them all no doubt. Bite your throat and blood would spill, blood so many of those nomads wouldn’t think twice about feeding from in any other situation. So, what did you do? Did you choose the option where you ended up far from home but safe? Or did you choose the option that did not guarantee your safety but did guarantee your family would suffer watching you suffer?

For the first time since you entered the snow you felt warm, warm with so many eyes on you. Swallowing thickly, you tried to will your mind to work faster to outwit the vampire before you. In the end, you could only think of a compromise.

“My father’s not home right now. If I chose to come with you, could I have time to pack some clothes?” your voice was slightly weak, your heart aching in your chest. Your father would never see you again, he’d have to believe you just ran off, that you were the same flighty woman your mother was. Bella might never get a chance to see you again either, an eternity of knowing you would never lose your sister, but that you would never be reunited. It was painful however you spun it. Aro’s smile only widened, knowing he had successfully backed you into a corner.

“But of course! Such a…noble, sacrifice, must be rewarded. You have earned that much my dear. Demetri will take you now.” Aro gave his tracker a nod and Demetri seemed to relax, swiftly turning on his heel to march you across the snow. His hand was gentle on your arm, but the speed he set almost had you running to keep up, like he was desperate to get you out of there lest Aro change his mind. As you were escorted out of the clearing, you dared a single glance back at Bella, her face the very picture of horror as Edward held her back. All you could manage was a weak smile as your sister disappeared from view for what was possible the last time.

Once you were far enough into the trees that the clearing was out of sight for you, Demetri suddenly came to a stop, exhaling sharply and dropping his hand from your arm. It ran through his hair but barely ruffled it. Whatever he was thinking, you weren’t about to be privy to it as he slung you across his back with ease. You gasped, clinging on tight.

“Hey! What are you doing!” you protested.

“Taking you to your home. You are slower than I am.” He retorted, his voice quiet and his grip on your thighs firm. You held on tight, heart rabbiting in your chest.

“You don’t even know where I live.” You squeaked. Demetri chuckled, the sound vibrating through your gut.

“No, but I know where the Cullen’s live, and I find it hard to believe that in all this snow you walked all the way here. Now hold on tight and try closing your eyes, it may help with the nausea, cara mia.” He gave you seconds at most to bury your face in his shoulder before he took off, maybe…or not? You weren’t really sure but you didn’t dare lift your head to look. He made sure his gait was smooth, every stride flawless so he didn’t so much as jostle you, and by the time he gently encouraged you to unwind your legs from his waist you were in front of the Cullen’s house. The only reminder you had ever ran anywhere with him at all was the windswept state of your hair – it was unfair his still looked perfect.

He had been right of course, you had driven to the Cullen’s today. It was hard to imagine him sitting beside you in your small car, his cloak about him and his outfit all…well, what even was he wearing? Why did that even matter when this Volturi guard was escorting you to pack things that would be your only reminder of home? Demetri was quiet, watching you carefully as you stared at your car. Nothing made sense. Why had Demetri saved you when he was the one who hauled you out in front of Aro? Why had it felt like he was protecting you? Why was everything so…comfortable? Being around him was like being in the company of an old friend, it was familiar and warm, inviting, the silences felt natural.

Demetri quietly called your name, his expression questioning, but you didn’t bother to give him an explanation, simply pulled out your car keys and got into the driver’s seat. The radio chased away the silence, your fingers clenched tight around the wheel as you tried to figure out what to pack.

“Where are we going?” you asked him finally. Demetri kept his eyes on the horizon.

“To our home, to Volterra. You will be joining us in Italy.” He answered. Italy? You didn’t know the first thing about Italian culture. What was the food like? The people? The language? You’d need to pack warmer clothes, and they didn’t accommodate turtle-necks – not that you needed to hide a bite from vampires. It wasn’t really until you pulled up in the driveway of your home that it really struck you, the weight of the deal you made hanging heavy on your shoulders as you idled in front of your childhood home. In your mind you could see yourself running up the drive, your suitcase abandoned for your father to pick up as he welcomed you to stay for the summer. Other winters where you had opted to spend Christmas with Charlie over Renée flashed through your mind next, dilapidated snowmen and strung up lights over the porch flashing bright. Tears stung your eyes.

“I’m never coming back here, am I?” you whispered. Demetri remained silent, and you were grateful for it. There was nothing he could say to make this better and you suspected he knew that. Furiously wiping at your eyes, you rummaged for your house keys and cleared your throat. “You should wait until I open the front door, it’ll look suspicious if you follow me in and any of the neighbours see.” You muttered, already climbing out of the car before he could argue. It was a slow walk up the drive, a walk where you desperately tried to imprint the bumps in the concrete, the muddy smells of the forest surrounding you, and the awful netting in the windows’ you father hadn’t changed since your mother moved on, into your memory.

The smell of stale beer from the cans in the recycling box beneath the sink hit your nose as the door opened, the familiar smells of Charlie’s aftershave and Sue’s perfume coming next. The house was cold, quiet, desolate even. Demetri was in front of you in the blink of an eye as you shut the door behind you, nobody would have seen him enter for sure. He glanced around himself, obviously curious at the choice in décor and the photographs along the walls – you couldn’t bear to look at them. With a soft sigh, you left him in the living room, knowing he would do what he liked anyway regardless as to whether or not you invited him upstairs.

The suitcase you had packed for your trip would need to be unpacked, some of your jumpers and long-sleeved shirts would not be needed in Italy after all. It would be hot, and heat was not a friend to wool. Your wardrobe doors flung open, you were contemplating what to put back when Demetri interrupted you.

“Vampires do not feel temperature the same way humans do. When you turn it will be no issue to wear jumpers, if they are what you prefer.” He said. Brows crinkling, you subconsciously lifted a hand to your throat.

“It’s not really a fashion choice,” you murmured, “But I guess I don’t need to really hide a bitemark from a bunch of vampires, do I?” Just like that the air changed; you no longer felt comfortable with Demetri, not when he was giving off such a sour energy. He radiated danger, anger. He took a breath to visibly compose himself, but his eyes were still darkened by anger, near black with the rage he radiated. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he clenched and unclenched his fists. You took a step back from him, biting down on your lower lip as your heart skittered.

“Show me,” he said, eyes blazing. You shook your head. “Show me.” He growled, stepping forward this time. Gulping, you reached up with a shaky hand to pull the turtle-neck down as far as you could, thankful the material stretched slightly. Demetri peered past the fabric to the silver crescent shapes of Riley’s teeth, emblazoned on your skin until Volturi venom decided to buff out that imperfection. He hissed quietly, his fingertips tracing the mark and sending shivers down your spine. He was freezing cold, cold as a corpse actually since that was technically what he was, so why did his fingers leave a blazing trail of fire across your skin?

“It’s just small, it’ll go away anyway if-“

“It will not, go away.” Demetri ground out, his eyes fixated on the scar. He looked genuinely disgusted and you couldn’t tell if it was at you or the bitemark, you couldn’t tell quite why it bothered you so much either. Why did you care so much that this upset Demetri?

“It won’t?” you asked weakly. He winced a bit, letting his hands drop and looking away. You counted ten whole seconds before he dared turn back to you.

“No, it will not. Venom is what will immortalise you, petrify your system, it has had a chance to do so to those cells it has touched already and they will be forever changed by it. My only hope is to bite down there, that by breaking the surface with my teeth it heals over with my venom.” He almost growled the word at you in his frustration and you swallowed, blinking in surprise.

“You’re going to be the one that turns me?” you questioned. Could he even do that? Did he have the self-control? You had thought Aro would do it if you were honest, though you couldn’t say you were over the moon to have that old coot’s teeth in your throat it was guaranteed to at least be safe. What right did Demetri have to steal your life? Why was he so angry over the thought of another vampire biting you? Had he claimed some weird sort of vampire dibs?

“Of course. The Volturi have laws they enforce but when it comes to affairs between mates, they leave well enough alone.” He informed you, head tilting. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Mates?” you whispered, mind reeling.

“You do not feel the pull?” he asked. He had yet to step back from you, unbearably close and yet somehow not close enough. For a moment you couldn’t say anything, simply trying to desperately scramble to think coherently enough to consider answering.

“I don’t…I barely know you, you can’t just…say that.” You stammered. Demetri very gently grasped your chin between his fingers, tilting your face upward so you were forced to maintain eye contact with him. You weren’t sure what he was searching for, if he found it or not, but he dropped your chin with a sigh.

“Pack, tesoro, we have little time.” He murmured. You were relieved when he stepped back – it gave you a chance to breathe. Mate? Demetri thought you were his mate? You knew what that meant, Edward had explained to you what his connection with Bella was like after Riley had introduced you to his world, trying to help you understand how awful the months leading up to Bella’s running away to Italy had been for both of them. Is that why he had been so protective of you on the field? Is that why he was so furious another vampire had dared mark you? It crossed your mind then just how selfish your decision actually looked to the outside world. In your head, you had been saving your family from suffering, but to them it probably looked like you had chosen to run off with your mate because you didn’t trust they would take care of you. How were they ever going to forgive you for this?

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jadegrey711 · 3 years

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Hi, I don’t know if your taking requests at the moment but I was wondering if I could get an imagine with Eric Northman where he falls in love with the reader who happens to be Tara Thornton’s sister? Please?

Love your writing❤️😃.

Unexpected

Eric Northman x Black Fem! Reader

A/N: I hope you like this! It’s definitely been a minute since I wrote for my fav vamp boy Eric! So i hope everything is consistent to the seasons. I did more of a first meeting with Eric and Reader, so I hope that’s okay. I also apologize for it being long but I’ve been in a writing slump for so long that I just kind of let it take me where it wanted to go until i ran out of juice for it lol. I hope it’s not too much of an abrupt cut off.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1227

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If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

It had been a month since you'd seen your sister, this mainly having to do with the fact that she was now Vampire. Which you knew she had a hard time adjusting to especially after everything she went through with Franklin. But you think that one of the main things that helped her with her transition was that no matter what you still remained a constant in her life.

Although this was the first time you'd be seeing your big sister in person, you'd called and texted each other constantly making sure that she still had some kind of normalcy in her new life. But from what she had been telling you after that first initial week she had adjusted well enough to be expected and even got a job at the place where her maker worked as a bartender. And that's where you were planning on meeting her tonight; Fangtasia.

You'd never been to a vampire bar. Not that you were prejudiced against them, it's just you never really had time for going out to bars and clubs with school literally keeping your social life shackled. So, you were both excited and nervous. You conveyed your feelings to Tara and she told you that there was nothing to worry about in the bar and if anyone did decide to mess with her big sister she'd take care of them personally.

You laughed her off but told her you appreciated it.

When you walked into Fangtasia it was nothing like you expected it to be. With it's red leather walls and stripper poles evenly spaced out in the place. Not to mention the massive bar that took up most of the space of the right wall and dead center was a stage with a lone chair or could you even call it a chair? It was more like a throne; that was sitting in the dead center of the stage with an obscenely handsome man sitting in it. His long legs spread out almost as if in invitation as he scanned the crowd of swaying bodies of both vampire and human. As he scanned the crowd his intense blue eyes suddenly made contact with yours.

You felt like a mouse staring into the mesmerizing eyes of a snake as you held you captive with those eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken and saw a smirk spread on that stoic marble face. Could he actually hear your heartbeat from this far? And with all of this noise going on in the background?

Suddenly you felt a hand around your arm and were pulled away from those transfixing eyes.

“Y/N!” Tara smiled and instantly wrapped you in a hug. It was definitely a tighter hug than your used to from your big sister but you embraced her back, with a smile on your face.

“Tara! I missed you so much.” you said as you continued to hug her before she pulled away.

“I missed you too Y/N.” she said and you felt your heart expand at the sight of Tara’s genuine smile. “Come on let’s get you a drink. You’re going to need one if you’re going to deal with all these weirdos tonight.” she said as she pulled you towards the bar, without giving you a chance to sneak another peak at the mystery man on the throne.

“Okay so we have to talk about the elephant in the room.” You stated as you watched Tara walk to the back of the bar as she started to pour the both of you drinks.

Tara gave you a quizzical look and she almost looked wary.

“Now does a drastic change in fashion sense come with being a vampire? Or is this just part of the job description?” You let out a chuckle and you felt your heart ache a bit as you saw Tara breathe a sigh of relief, before letting out a laugh herself.

“It’s mainly for the job. So you don’t make the weirdos feel out of place.” She said just as two heavily pierced goths came up to order something at the bar. You quickly stifled a giggle at their pissed off expressions to which TAra just quickly shrugged them off and started making their drinks.

As you were talking with Tara the next thirty minutes you felt this ever present presence behind you like someone was boring holes into the back of your skull, demanding that you look at them.

You swiveled in your seat, trying to find the source. You scanned the club, but felt your eyes mainly gravitate towards the center stage and the hulking presence that was seated there.

You tried not to stare but he evidently had no problem with staring as he scanned down your body; those blue eyes seemingly taking in every minute detail of you. And in return you did the same to him. Taking in the short blonde hair, chiseled jaw and those massive hands; which sent a shiver down your spine at the thought of all of what those hands could do.

“Oh hell no!” Tara shouted, gaining your attention again. “Don’t you dare go messing with Eric fucking Northman, Y/N. He is trouble with a capital crazy “T”.”

“I’m not messing with anyone. But he’s gorgeous, you can’t say that he isn’t Tara.” You defended, feeling your cheeks heat.

“Mhmm.” she said not believing a word of your crap. “I’m warning you Y/N, you're better off not even think-” Tara was cut off as you felt someone looming behind you and you suddenly realized that Tara wasn’t the only one who had gone quiet.

“Hello there little mouse.” His voice was like sin covered silk and you felt your body instantly heat. “And who might you be?”

You took a deep breath and turned in your seat. “I’m Tara’s sister, Y/N. '' You said softly as your eyes connected with his. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in all of him. Chiding yourself at noticing how big he actually is, so much so that you had to tilt your neck just to meet those pretty blue eyes.

His smile reminded you of a wolf as he looked from you to Tara. “I didn’t know you had a sister Tara. And one that was this beautiful as well.”

“She’s my kid sister.” Tara said, making you flinch at how she emphasized the kid part.

“Does she have your mouth too?” Eric chided and you felt the slap dealt to your sister and got up from where you were sitting.

“Yes, she does and she is also sitting right here. So if you have any questions why don’t you ask me and leave my sister alone.” You said, raising an eyebrow at him.

He raised an eyebrow at you in return, turning his gaze back onto you, before stunning you with one of his wolfish smiles.

“What?” You asked hesitantly.

“You are a very welcome surprise tonight, Y/N.”

You felt a spike of bravery run through you, you’d decide later if it was a stupid streak of bravery later as you looked back up in those hungry eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

You watched as his tongue darted out and wet his lips before he said “ Definitely a good thing. A very good thing.”

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sooibian · 3 years

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IRS and Prejudice

Pairing: CEO!Minseok x fem!employee Reader

Genre / Themes: Fluff!!! Frenemies to (maybe) Lovers? Office AU with some references to ‘The Office’, flirtatious, cat-whisperer, Aries Minseok vs Aries reader!

Description: In which Kim Minseok is nothing like other bosses. Nothing.

A/N: happy birthday to mochi ari! @his-mochi-cheeks 💗

Word count: 2.7k (written in a state of delirium eeeek)

You quickly hit Alt+Tab on the resume that you sat updating for the umpteenth time as the sound of heels click-clacking against the floor grew closer.

“My office,” said your immediate supervisor the moment you looked up at her, a well practised unfazed expression crossing your face. If switching between applications at lighting speed were an Olympic sport, you were certain you’d score nothing less than a gold medal. Yet, somewhere in the back of your mind, you had a niggling doubt about having been caught in the act.

You gave her a slight nod in response, lips stretched into a thin line. Smoothing out the wrinkles in your red and black plaid shirt (the one you wore on most casual Fridays since you could hardly be bothered with your appearance at work; despite the feminist within you, the dull back office team discouraged you from making the effort), you followed her into her office with your best businesslike gait while your mind made up a million excuses for what her keen eyes might have found on your 24-inch screen.

“Sit,” the middle aged woman commanded, resting her hands on her hips. Leaning against her teakwood desk, she crossed her legs at the ankles, pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, and cleared her throat. It’s how she’d fidget when she was on the edge about something.

You imagined your expression if a camera was to pan to you, cinéma vérité. Indulging your curiosity, you shrugged your shoulders with a confused look on .your face

“Everything okay?” You mustered in your best Pam Beesly impression.

Your supervisor let out a deep sigh and answered your question with a more awkward one, "When was the last time you submitted cash reports to the IRS?”

You froze into a still frame.

One of the major reasons you wanted to change jobs was because innumerable responsibilities that were entirely unrelated to your department had been carelessly plonked upon your shoulders. Submitting monthly cash reports to the IRS should have ideally been a task of the receivables department and not shifted onto someone incharge of warranties.

“I - I - ,” you started by trying to justify your negligence before even attempting to answer her question but honestly, you didn’t even want to think about when you last submitted those reports and there was absolutely nothing you could say in your defense.

You’d messed up. Big time.

“Ten months. Ten months is not a small amount in penalties,” she said in her quietest tone as you struggled to fight back angry tears. You’d been with the company for over six years now but it was the first time you’d been accused of laxity. It felt like a punch in the gut.

She turned on her heel to take her seat - movements deliberately slow, allowing you some time to regain your composure. With her eyes on her phone, she leaned back in her chair and said with a sense of finality in her voice, “You know what you have to do.”

Head hung low and eyes lined with tears, you walked out of her office muttering all the things you didn’t say in your defense. The long and short of it was that this duty should’ve never fallen into your lap in the first place. As you paced in the direction of your cubicle (with twenty sets of curious eyes on your back), a pair of hands suddenly gripped your shoulders and a dulcet voice sang, “Careful, Warranties.”

At this point, you were ready to rip your hair out. Looking up you met CEO Minseok Kim’s bright, catlike eyes as he stood at a hair’s breadth distance from you, smelling of expensive cologne - the kind that was equivalent to several months of your salary, and coffee. He always smelled like coffee and in your opinion that was his only redeeming quality.

His handsome face that every woman and man in the office fawned over was a source of your annoyance - you didn’t care for cocksure people at all and he was the uncrowned king of arrogance. He took over the reins of a used car dealership from his father upon his retirement - it was nothing too fancy - yet he enjoyed strutting around the office as if he managed a multinational conglomerate.

It was his younger sister that did the real work. She managed the more important businesses while Minseok had been handed the responsibility of just one company and from your (and the Sales Team Lead Baekhyun's) standpoint, he wasn’t doing a marvellous job at it.

Your Aries energy didn’t permit you to apologize for nearly butting heads with him so you feigned a polite smile and side-stepped to your right and he simultaneously side-stepped to his left, his every little wrong move bolstering your frustration level. It happened again and again and again until he bowed ever so slightly, stretched his arm out and said, “Please,” gesturing for you to leave first, the corners of his mouth curled up in a wide, gummy grin.

What was he so happy about all the time?

“Thanks,” you mumbled and he winked at you in response. You immediately made a mental note to find out if you could report the CEO for improper behaviour. You had a full-blown list that started with his attire - should a CEO be allowed to dress in hoodies, skinny jeans, and comfortable sneakers while the rest of you suffocated in the restraints of formal clothing for four days of the week?

Huffing, you slumped in your chair and texted your aunt informing that you wouldn’t make it to barbecue night and immediately flipped your phone to silent to avoid seeing her colourful messages berating you for the last minute cancellation.

Next, you aggressively typed ‘IRS CASH STATEMENTS’ in big block letters into the sticky notes app as a reminder of the humiliation you experienced today.

***

When you last checked time, it was noon.

The sun had long gone down since then as you tried to wrangle customers’ social security numbers out of the ever-so-reticent-to-share-information receivables department who were all packing up for the day. You were this close to socking them in the jaw but you still maintained a courteous smile and pleaded with them throwing in tonnes of cringey corporate jargon, “Please, I just have three more reports to go and I’d really appreciate your prompt help with the information.”

Suddenly, a familiar cheery voice fell upon your ears, “What’s going on?”

You were surprised to find Minseok still in the office but also extremely grateful for his presence because his single sideway glance at Angela achieved what your five emails and three verbal requests failed to.

Furiously typing away on her keyboard, she said through gritted teeth, “I’ve sent them over.”

Minseok gave you a casual two-finger salute and nearly went skipping back to his ...no, not his but to your immediate supervisor’s now empty, glass-paned office - where you could see him directly and he you - the three walls of your cubicle doing nothing to keep you out of the periphery of his blatant staring and his trademark cheeky grin that lit up his ridiculously handsome face.

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat you returned his smile but not with your eyes. You hated the effect he had on you - making you, a grown woman, blush like a schoolgirl under his self-assured gaze. Minseok was nothing like a CEO - he dressed casually, talked to anyone and everyone like he’s known them forever. He’d come into work regularly after prolonged dry spells only to disappear again. His laidback attitude did no favours to your opinion about him.

To pointedly avoid Minseok you put your head down on your desk on the pretext of catching a little break.

… big mistake.

***

You woke up with a start to the soothing and inviting aroma of... home. Opening your eyes to cinnamon bread drizzled with cream cheese on your desk felt like a fever dream until Minseok rolled his chair forward in your direction and you instinctively backpedaled. Clutching his stomach he broke into a vast roar of laughter while offering you a paper napkin with his other hand.

Brows furrowed, you stared at him quizzically as sleep continued to irritate your eyes and the mark of the ballpoint pen you fell asleep on, niggled at your cheek. Hesitantly, you took the napkin from his hand and dabbed it around your eyes and he shook his head in response, pointing to the annoying curled up corner of his own mouth.

“You were drooling,” he guffawed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Upon noticing that you immediately grew conscious about your appearance, he waved his hands frantically and added, “It’s no problem… I drool too, haha..in fact it’s ...umm..”

You glowered at him and he instantly looked away allowing you to fix your face as his fingers impatiently drummed away on your desk.

The clock struck 7:53 p.m.

Your last meal had been sometime before noon. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been grateful for the little snack Minseok had brought you - it was an uncharacteristically thoughtful gesture from someone like him but you’d been expecting your period in a week’s time which made you unusually ravenous.

Lips pursed and head tilted to the side, he handed you a bottle of water which you gulped down within a matter of seconds while steadily growing wary of your ultimate boss’ intentions. But you pivoted your attention to prioritizing. First, you’d wolf down the delicious cinnamon bread and then think about whether you were going to walk out of this office on your own two feet or as a human-skin suit on Minseok’s well defined back.

“Thank you for the snack,” you said to him with a forced smile, “I’ll get back to my reports now.” As you swivelled your chair to face the monitor, his hand hooked at the armrest and he spun you back around towards himself.

“What’s the rush, Warranties?” Resting his chin in his hand, he wondered with a quirked brow and a smile teasing the edges of his plump mouth.

It was not your place to ask what your boss was doing in his own office at 8 p.m. on a Friday night, especially one that hardly ever came in to begin with. He could clock in and out at his own whim and sit wherever he liked even if it meant being an utter inconvenience to someone on a stringent deadline but you took your shot anyway. Doing nothing to mask the sarcasm in your tone, you said to him, “Minseok, if you came into work everyday, you wouldn’t have to stay back so late, you know.”

Unfazed, he responded, “But my schedule doesn’t allow me to come into work everyday.”

Schedule?

You decided not to stretch this conversation longer than necessary, especially not after his ridiculous response. Drawing in a deep breath, you said, “I just have five reports left to finish, Minseok. Maybe we can talk later.”

“I run an organization involved in wildlife rights and care,” he explained anyway, rummaging the pockets of his jeans.

No shit, you scoffed. If only Minseok Kim could get any more predictable. A not-for-profit organization was every rich kids guide...no facade...no scam.. to make it seem like they actually did something.

Handing you a card, he continued, “It requires me to travel extensively - last month I was in a park in South America, working with this one puma, Elsa. She was a cage cat who got so used to the confines that she wouldn’t come out of the cage for walks in the jungle because she didn’t like anyone touching her collar, so we couldn’t attach a rope to walk with her. But, I think I’m somewhat of a genius and a cat-whisperer. Within three to four weeks, we managed to get her out of the cage.”

He pulled his phone out next, brought his chair closer to yours and started swiping through the picture gallery to show you a magnificent puma walking around the park as if she were its reigning queen. He resumed the story proudly, “Now she walks every single day, without a rope around her neck. And she’s very, very loving and affectionate.” His face lit up with awe and admiration for Elsa.

Probably you'd misunderstood Minseok…just a little. His passion about his organization did something to favourably change your opinion about him but that didn't mean you didn't have your immediate supervisor and the IRS to answer to anymore.

"Why are you telling me all this?" You asked, covertly moving closer to your workstation.

"We have a vacant position in Treasury." He answered and you immediately stopped dead in your tracks.

Mouth agape, you exclaimed, "You did not just try to poach me from your own company! Minseok you don't cease to surprise me -"

With a smirk on his face, he gave you finger guns. "That’s always been the goal, Warranties!"

"I still have five-

"Three..you have only three reports left. How stupid do you think I am?”

Caught in a lie, you could do nothing to save face so you simply pivoted your chair only to be forcefully twirled back by his strong arms again.

“Now what?" You asked, letting out a groan.

With his foot on one leg of the chair base, he pushed you back towards your desktop and said with a voice laced heavily with his trademark sass, "Check your inbox first."

Grumbling under your breath, you said something along the lines of ‘what does a CEO do anyway’. You then refreshed your inbox, impatiently waiting for an email of several MBs to load as Minseok watched you with an expression of victory painted across his features.

Your mouth fell open to find perfect to the t cash reports for the last three months which made you instantly regret your snide remarks.

Minseok snapped you out of your reverie with his smooth voice, “I may not know much of what a corporate CEO is supposed to do but I do how to get work done. Angela was more than happy to do this for a ‘team leader’ nameplate on her desk.”

Struggling to hold his compelling gaze, you muttered, “I don’t know how to thank you...”

“But I do!” He quipped.

“Of course, you do,” you sighed.

“Let me join you for barbeque night at your aunt’s..i’m sure they won’t mind you bringing a friend along?”

Before you could begin looking for a bug in your cubicle, he explained, “I caught a preview of her message on your phone while you were happily tucked away in dreamland.”

“You - you - that’s an invasion of privacy!” You lambasted him.

Stifling a yawn, he leaned back in his chair and said casually, “I was bored. Besides, privacy is a myth in today’s day and age...just like democracy, the importance of drinking eight glasses of water a day, the goldfish memory, or the thing about houseflies -”

“Okay, okay! I get it! Privacy is a myth. You - you can join us, I guess,” you interrupted him.

With widened eyes he emphasized, “Unless you don’t want me to -”

No matter how much and how often Minseok irked you, he was a charmer. You knew your aunt and your cousins would love having someone like him join in the get together and it really wouldn’t hurt your reputation to bring your boss, especially one like Minseok, along at a family event. You also couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling in your belly at the prospects of working in an NPO’s treasury department.

“You know that’s not what I meant -” You replied, eyes on the monitor as you double checked the email you’d drafted for your immediate supervisor.

“So you want me to come along?” He asked in his flamboyantly flirtatious tone.

Ignoring him, you hit send only after adding a little smiling emoji. Shutting down your system, you picked up your coat and answered with a genuine smile this time, “I’m driving.”

************

A/N: the story about puma Elsa is real! i’ll link it in one of the rb’s for those interested :)

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rukia-writes · 4 years

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Threesome with Eren Jaeger and Eren Kruger? Please Rukia? 🤤🤤

I don’t know who put this request in my inbox but may your days be filled with love and peace.

✨Setting: fairytale AU ✨

✨Rated: MATURE! No minors 🔞, No minors DNI✨

✨A/N: things do get rather naughty.✨

“Little red riding hood!”

(Name)’s mother called from the kitchen, soon her daughter arrived in the kitchen with her red hood on that she had from when she was little.

“What is it mom?”

“Take this to your grandmother, she’s sick and needs to get well.”

(Name)’s mother handed her daughter the basket filled with goodies.

“Sure. I’ll take it.”

(Name)’s mother begins to tell her “Stay on the path.” “Don’t get side tracked.” “Don’t talk to strangers.” (Name) heard the same lines all during her childhood, she was fully grown adult now and didn’t need to hear such things.

“Bye mom!”

(Name) had the basket in hand and was making her way to her grandmother’s house with her red cape on, (Name)’s mother waved bye at the door while smiling.

The sun was shining and the birds were chirping as “little red hood” made her way to her grandmothers house, she did look in the basket and see what all was in it.

Alcohol and cake.

(Name) didn’t know how her grandmother was going to feel better with alcohol and cake.

At that moment she heard wood being chopped up ahead, knowing it had to Kruger and when saw that Kruger had just finished chopping down a tree (Name) smiled at the handsome man.

“Morning Kruger!”

Kruger looked up to see (Name) waving at him with a basket in hand, Kruger waved back with a smirk.

“You’re out early.”

“Yes, I’m on way to my grandmothers house.”

“I see. Be careful and don’t stray from the path.”

Kruger warned while smoothing back his hair making (Name) smile bashfully at the handsome wood cutter.

“I won’t-“

“Seriously, (Name). I’ve seen the wolf of the forest a few times already. Be careful.”

(Name) didn’t like the sound of that.

The wolf of the forest was wolf was dangerous to say the least.

“I promise to be careful. I’ll see you later.”

(Name) winked at the wood cutter who blushed while waving bye and then going back to work.

Later, (Name) was almost at her grandmother’s house when she heard a rustle in the bushes thinking it was perhaps the wolf she walked faster. Then (Name)’s heart jumped at the sound of a wolf’s howl.

“Hey (Name).”

(Name) screamed when Eren patted her on the shoulder, causing the young man to snicker.

“What’s wrong? You scared of something?”

“No...I’m just being cautious. Kruger told me the wolf was out and prowling around.”

“Oh, he did. Did he?”

(Name) nodded her head while Eren simply smirked and looked in the basket.

“What’s in the basket?”

“Goodies for my grandmother. She’s sick.”

“Damn, grandma is sick. That’s not good, you better hurry. Also, tell her I hope she feels better.”

(Name) agreed and the two waved good bye.

However, (Name) would see Eren sooner rather than later.

Soon, (Name) arrived at her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door. Hearing her grandmother say “Come in.” (Name) opened the door to see no one inside.

Closing the door behind her (Name) walked in to see that her grandmothers house was quiet and no one was in sight. However, knew she heard her grandmother say come in.

At that moment, (Name) was grabbed from behind by someone.

“Shh, Shh. Calm down it’s just me.”

“Eren?”

(Name) turned around to see Eren with a little smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought I would stop by...”

Eren and (Name) were still close as Eren pulled (Name) really close to him, his hands traveling down to her ass making her gasp, Eren smirked as he whispered in (Name)’s ear.

“Want to have some fun?”

“You saw the wolf go where?”

“It was by (Name)’s grandmother’s house. I don’t know what it was doing there.”

The tea maker known as Levi told Kruger who had just finished gathering ingredients for his shop. Kruger became worried and told Levi bye, who in return told Kruger, “If you see the wolf don’t let him get the better of you.”

Kruger remembered Levi’s warning and when Kruger arrived at Grandma’s house he opened the door, letting the door shut behind him as he was shocked by what he saw.

Eren was in between (Name)’s thighs pleasuring her with his tongue, Eren’s wolf ears and tail were now ever present. Kruger looked to see (Name)’s face in pleasure, a sight that made him hard and shocked.

Eren only departed from (Name)’s needy cunt when he heard Kruger swear. Eren recognized the wood cutter and so did (Name) becoming bashful.

“What are you doing here, Kruger?”

“What are you doing Eren?”

Kruger retorted back while giving Eren a glare that made Eren get a shiver down his spine as Eren’s wolf growled in Kruger’s face.

“I’m just having fun..why don’t you take a seat?”

Eren waved his hand and magically tied Kruger to nearby chair. Only pissing Kruger off.

“Don’t look at me like that. I just want to have fun.”

Eren then picked up (Name) exposing her cunt to Kruger who was now blushing, as Eren used his magic to pull up another chair. Eren sits down with (Name) sitting on his lap, his hands spreading her legs making Kruger clear his throat.

“You want to have fun too? (Name)’s having fun. I’m having fun. We can make room.”

“Where’s (Name)’s grandmother?”

“She’s safe.”

Eren responded back as he kissed (Name)’s neck making her moan while his hands started massaging her breasts and Eren’s cock started to enter (Name)’s cunt.

“There’s no trouble. See?”

Kruger heard (Name)’s moan and saw the pleasure ridden on her face causing his cock to become erect, Eren was being merciless with his cock as it filled (Name) tight and wet cunt.

“More! More! More Eren!”

(Name) was fully enjoying Eren’s cock that was fucking her in all the right places, not caring if Kruger saw or not. Eren moaned as he thrusted his hips upward to the animalistic pace he wanted.

“Take it all then.”

Kruger on the other hand was getting painfully hard as he watched Eren tend to his heat in a animal like way and turned his head away with frown yet when heard (Name) moan again he turned his back slightly.

“Horny wolf.”

“Horny wood cutter. You like her? Right. I’ve seen the way you look at her when she passes by-fuck!”

Eren slapped (Name)’s ass when she tightened around his cock, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

“So what?”

“We both want to fuck her so-I’ll let you in on this if you promise not to kill me.”

Eren offered Kruger who was now looking at Eren fucking his crush with such ferocity. Kruger loved the way (Name)’s face looked as it was writhing in pleasure, her legs open for Kruger to see and the way her breasts were being taken care of by Eren made him hard.

“What, are you in heat?”

“I am actually-and I want to fuck all night long.”

Eren spoke truthfully as he then ripped (Name)’s shirt and bra apart exposing her breasts and erect nipples. Eren’s long nails scratched her breasts a little bit making Kruger let out a “Oh, fuck.”

Eren heard Kruger’s words looking he saw how hard Kruger was, a wicked smile came to his lips.

“You like her breasts? Nice huh? You should feel how soft.”

Eren kisses (Name) on the neck while massaging her breasts making her moan a loud with Kruger biting his lip, his eyes never leaving Eren and (Name). Kruger wanted to be in her making her moan, saying his name.

“...Do you like that (Name)?”

“I do-“

Kruger asked (Name) who moaned mid sentence, Kruger thought it was so hot when she moaned. The wood cutter who do just about anything to be inside her at this point.

“I thought you came to save her..you’re not doing a very good job. She’s so tight-so tight..you want to fuck her. I know you do.”

Eren taunted as his hands gave (Name)’s breasts much attention seeing as how it turned Kruger on, and made Eren love it since it would make (Name) become wet. Massaging them, then playing with her nipples causing (Name) to moan more. Kruger took it all in.

“I bet she does feel good..she’s so wet.”

Kruger shifted in his chair as he looked at (Name)’s dripping wet cunt with lust. Kruger couldn’t take it, it was too much for him.

Levi’s warning went out the window.

“..Let me fuck her too.”

“Hm?”

Eren’s wicked smile never left as he then stopped massaging her breasts and lifted (Name) off his throbbing and erect cock. Causing (Name) to whimper at the loss of Eren’s cock inside her. Eren’s cock was already leaking pre-cum, Eren licked his lips.

“You want in on this? I’ll let you in on it. If you drop the hero act. You can have a turn inside her pussy. It’s amazing.”

Eren offered Kruger who was still holding to saving her and getting her home. Until he sees (Name) massaging her breasts with a naughty smile on her face.

“Save me Kruger. Save me with that big cock of yours.”

Eren and Kruger both moaned at (Name)’s words, breaking Kruger’s will.

“Fine, fine. Just untie me.”

Eren chuckled as he finally got what he wanted.

Both men had their way with (Name) all that night, switching places and trying new positions. Kruger would give (Name) a nice tit fuck while Eren had his way with (Name)’s wet cunt losing count of how many times he came inside her. Eren’s heat was getting the better of him by the second.

Once Kruger finished his tit fuck and practically spraying (Name)’s face with his cum, Eren huffed a “I get her from behind, you get her pussy.”

“Aren’t you two tired?”

(Name) was still surprised the two were still wanting more, the two men only said “No” in response to (Name)’s question as (Name) was now sandwiched between the two Eren’s. Eren was now entering from behind and Kruger was laying down entering (Name)’s cum filled cunt.

The two men were giving (Name) the best sex filled night of her life as both worked well in there fucking. Neither got greedy, both were enjoying (Name)’s body to the fullest.

Eren was causing marks on (Name)’s hips from his nails, not that (Name) cared at the moment.

They were both rough, very rough. But it was a good rough. All three were dirty talkers.

“How does it feel? How does it feel to have two cocks in you at once?”

Eren.

“Good-it feels good! I want both of your cocks! All the time! More! Fuck me more!”

(Name).

“All the time? Aren’t you being a greedy little slut? Hm?”

Kruger.

“I’m your slut! I’ll be both your little sluts-“

(Name) couldn’t speak anymore as both men let their cocks do the talking and their hands do some spanking. Eren spanked (Name)’s ass and Kruger would spank (Name)’s breasts.

(Name)’s eyes were starting to roll back and a little drool was running down her chin from the pleasure.

Both men were at the end finally.

“Blow your load in her Kruger-Knock her up.”

Eren breeding kink was starting really come out, Kruger knew Eren had already filled (Name)’s cunt with his cum already.

“I planned on it. Let’s see who gets her pregnant.”

“Let’s. Will she give us wolf pups or just regular babies.”

Kruger whispered a “We’ll fucking see who’s regular” at Eren saying regular babies.

Both men seemed to be in competition at the very last moment as both Eren’s became irratic with their thrusting until all three had their orgasm both filled (Name)’s holes with their potent cum to the point some spilled.

All three were a panting and sweaty mess, their bodies laying on top of each other. Enjoying their adrenaline.

That’s when all three heard a voice from the closet.

“Honey? Is that you? Where am I? I took a nap-hello?”

“Grandma?!”

(Name) yelled surprise that her grandmother was in the closet the whole time, both Kruger and (Name) looked at Eren as to say “what did you do?”

“I just put her in the closet. I forgot about her. I’m sorry. Glad she can’t hear and took a nap.”

Both Kruger and (Name) sighed.

A wild night this truly was.

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Winter Baby.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Requested: Nope

Summary: Bucky and Y/N meet when he goes to her library for the first time.

Author's Note: Hi there!! Whew, that was a long hiatus... anyway, I feel like some of you might enjoy this; personally, I'm not a big fan of my old writing but since I've not written anything new recently (marvel-related), I don't have a choice. So enjoy!

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Y/N POV:

It wasn't easy owning a whole library alone.

But for money and livelihood, anything.

That was my mindset, I'm Y/N. I owned a small library in Manhattan, New York. To give you a more detailed address, it was on the same block as the Stark Tower, where the Avengers resided.

Customers swarmed my library frequently, it had been well-known for decades. The thing is, it was inaugurated by my grandpa. It was then handed over to my mom and now, after her retirement, I handled the shop with a few of my friends. I loved the library with my life.

Currently I was sitting on my seat at the reception, a Kafka book in my hand. When I heard the bell above the door ringing, I groaned in my mind.

"Welcome to Twice Upon A Time, how may I help you?" I drawled, without looking up. When I heard someone clearing their throat, I looked up. My eyes widened slightly but I smiled at the Kennedy assassin, also known as Winter Soldier, or White Wolf, or, Bucky Barnes.

"How may I help you, Mr Barnes?"

I was alone in the library, my friends having gone to eat lunch. I kindly refused, because someone needed to stay at the library.

"Please tell me where the Divergent series is kept, doll," Mr Barnes questioned politely with a friendly smile. I stood up and led him to the fiction shelves. He got whatever book he needed, put the money on the counter and left. He said he'd return the book within seven days. As he left, I stared at the back of his head.

To be really honest, I had a crush on him. I genuinely had a problem, I think, falling for the wrong person. First, my school bully (yuck), then Loki for a brief amount of time and now Bucky. As soon as I had seen him on the news, I was enticed. Obviously, I didn't tell anyone about my infatuation with Bucky. They'd judge.

Once, I saw him in a café with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, laughing and having fun. That was the day when I realized I had actual feelings for the guy. My heart involuntarily fluttered in my chest, snapping me out of my thoughts. I chuckled, shook my head and continued reading Kafka.

Bucky POV:

I stared down at the book in my hand, which was suggested to me by Nat. It was the first book of a four-book series. I entered my bedroom, running a hand through my hair.

As I sat reading, my mind wandered back to the small, cosy library, with the cute receptionist. I think she was the owner, I wasn't sure. She was famous in the area.

I did hear a lot about the bookstore, everyone had something promising to say about it. That's what made me go there in the first place. Now I know why everyone said that 'Twice Upon A Time is a great place to buy books!' One round around the bookstore, I fell in love.

The library held all kinds of books, from educational to adult, fiction, non-fiction, sci-fi... I shook my head and continued reading Divergent.

Throughout the book, I couldn't get the owner's face out of my mind. Her Y/H/C hair, eyes as grey as mine, small figure, her curves, her clothes... whoa.

"Goddamn it, Bucky!" I groaned to myself, snapping the book shut. I stood up, deciding to go back to the library to ask her her name. If I didn't, I knew I wouldn't be in peace until I did.

And maybe ask her to coffee, suggested my mind. I agreed. The library was quite close by, it took me five minutes to get there. When I walked in, I didn't see her anywhere. A guy was sitting on her spot. "How may I help you, Mr Barnes?" he asked, smiling. "Uh... you know that girl who was sitting in your spot an hour ago? Where is she?"

"Oh, Y/N? Wait." He got up and disappeared into the back of the library. I stood where I was, Divergent still in my hand. My hands started to sweat.

Why was I so anxious? Maybe because Y/N was so cute. The guy returned, Y/N behind him. "Hello, Mr Barnes," she greeted with a smile.

"Hi, Y/N, I wanted to ask you something," I implored, glancing at the guy who was watching us with a smile. He got the indication and departed.

"Anything," she mumbled, perplexed. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to have coffee sometime," I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Of course, Mr Barnes, I'd be honoured! Shall I give you my number, so you can contact me?" she asked with a cute smile after being momentarily stunned. I readily handed her my phone. She added her number in and gave the phone back. "I'll text you," I nodded. "Okay, Mr Barnes, have a good day," she called out as I turned to leave.

"Bucky, please." I gave her one last smile and left the place. I went back to the Stark Tower, only to bump into Steve on my way in. "Hey Bucky, where have you been?" he inquired with a smile.

"Twice Upon A Time," I shrugged, holding up my book. "Oh, the owner of that store is a really sweet gal, do you know her? She's so polite!" he gushed. He knew her too? Damn. "I'm taking her out for coffee."

Hearing that Steve smirked at me. "Have fun, okay? She's awesome, I'll be the happiest if you two start a relationship," Steve wiggled his eyebrows. I gave his shoulders a push, laughing. "See you, champ." We did a fist-bump and he left the building. I went inside, straight to my room.

I smiled to myself as I started reading Divergent again. This time, I didn't mind having Y/N's face implanted in my brain. I read the entire book in 5 hours. When I finished reading the book, I gasped. That was such an interesting book, I wanted to read the second part!

The next morning I borrowed the second installation of the series, met Y/N, went home, read the book and finished it within a few hours once more. That happened until I finished reading the series. After finishing the series almost 5 days after I met Y/N, I finally decided to ask her out. I couldn't stop thinking about her, she was... attractive.

Y/N POV:

“Jesus, fuck-” I cursed when my phone startled me. Why would someone want to call me at midnight? Sighing, I picked up the call. "Hello?" I answered, instantly recognizing the voice on the other end. "Y/N, hey, I was wondering if we can have that date tomorrow."

"Oh." I checked the calendar, "Sure. Tomorrow's Saturday anyway, the library is closed on Saturdays." He dramatically heaved a sigh of relief, which made me titter. "How about 8 pm, we meet at the restaurant down the lane?" he asked hopefully. "El Diablo? Sure! I love that place! Bye Bucky, I'll see you later!"

He ended the call and kept my phone away. I stood up and stretched, yawning. I turned the TV off, picked up my phone and went to my room.

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“Where are you, Buck?” I was waiting at the entrance of El Diablo for Bucky, dressed in a sweet, green dress. It reached my knees and it was strapless. I normally didn't dress like this, I felt uncomfortable. My friend, Anne said I looked beautiful and I trusted her, so... When I looked around again, I saw Bucky walking towards me, dressed in a suit.

I almost drooled, damn, he looked so handsome. His hair was tied back, a few loose strands hanging around his shoulder. His stubble seemed too perfect to be real. His grey eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on me. A smile bloomed upon his face as he walked towards me. With each step he took, my heart fluttered.

"Hi Y/N, you look beautiful."

He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it. Such a gentleman! I smiled as both of us walked into the restaurant, Bucky's arm around my waist. Half the restaurant turned to look at us. Their eyes widened, because what was the sweet bookstore owner doing with the Winter Soldier? Bucky and I ignored the looks and sat down at a table. Water was served and two menus were placed on the table. I didn't even bother.

This date seemed too fantastical to be real. Never in a million years would I have imagined I would be on a date with Bucky Barnes. Yet, here I was maintenant...

When Bucky was done with the menu I called the waiter over and placed our orders. When he went away, Bucky turned to me. "You didn't even pick up the menu," he teased. I shrugged and crossed my arms, unfolding them with a blush when I realized they attracted his attention towards my accentuated... ahem...

"I have been here 2-3 times before, I know my favourite dish from here," I chuckled, playfully glaring at him when he smirked at my blush. Both of us were chatting until our food arrived. We talked about our favourite book series as we devoured our food. His favourite series at the moment was obviously Divergent, while I was an avid Potterhead.

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After dinner, Bucky decided to take me back to my house. As we walked down the lane, a gust of wind blew, making me shiver. "Cold?" Bucky asked instantly, taking off his jacket. He placed the jacket over my shoulders and I thanked him. When we reached home, I turned to him.

"Bye Bucky, I'll see you tomorrow."

I hugged him, kissing his cheek in the process. When he pulled away, both of us grinned at each other. He left. After the first date, Bucky and I hung out at the library a lot. Sometimes, he even bought Steve and Sam along, who were fun to hang out with, too.

Eventually, a few weeks later, Bucky asked me out again. This continued for 3-4 dates. As the 4th date ended with us standing outside the door to my house, Bucky turned to me. "Hey, Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

I froze and looked at Bucky, who was smiling at me, confident. “Wasn’t that already established?” I smirked, crossing my arms. “I thought so too, just wanted to make sure you knew.” I laughed loudly at his joke and a lopsided grin bloomed on his face.

My laughter abruptly stopped when he pulled me close to him, cupping the back of my head and holding it close to his shoulder with such intensity that I melted against him. When the hug felt too elongated, I tried to pull away. Bucky surprised me again when he gently pressed his lips to mine in a perfect kiss, according to me.

I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms went around my waist, pulling me closer. “I wanna tell you something, don’t be mad,” he murmured against my lips. I hummed in a questioning tone, my mind still reeling in from the brilliant kiss.

“I love you. I know it has been only 4 months since we’ve known each other but I’m sure I love you. I’m not expecting you to feel the same way, but I wanted to get it off my chest. I really do love you, darling.”

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was flabbergasted. He loved me? Me, of all people? To be honest, I didn’t want to ruin this moment with unnecessary questioning, especially since I loved him back.

So I smiled.

“I love you, too, winter baby.”

“Never call me anything else ever again.”

“Deal, winter baby,” I chortled.

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