#THE WAY I WENT FUCKING STIFF WITH SHOCK WHEN I SAW I GOT HIM
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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK 😭😭😭 I GOT HIM ON 7TH PULL
#THE WAY I WENT FUCKING STIFF WITH SHOCK WHEN I SAW I GOT HIM#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst silver#endless halloween#gacha
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This is pure brainrot
Been having a lot of thoughts lately, since I can't seem to finish and actual fic, have this idea of some wish au or time travel au or whatever.
Au where Charles got granted a wish to change one thing in his past.
Max is on his knee in front of him, and Charles can't take it anymore.
"Charles will you marr-"
"I did something bad." Charles rushes out, tears already prickling.
"What?"
"Max I did something terrible." Charles repeats himself. "Something horrible."
Max's face twists as he looks up at Charles, a sight that usually would bring him nothing but pleasure, but now it rushes him with guilt.
"Charles. What did you do?" Max is slowly closing the ring box. A loud snap accompanying the motion.
"I- you- we- I'm sorry." Charles breathes out, "I'm so sorry, I had to do it, and you need to know."
Max is getting up from the ground the box clutched in his hand as a look of disappointment washes over his face, maybe even anger with the way his face is turning red.
"Charles, what. Did. You. Do." Max is punctuating each word.
"You were a world champion."
"What?" Max nearly laughs, "what excuse is that?! Charles did you sleep with someone else?!"
"Wha- no, no!" He screeches, "you were a 3 times world champion on your way to your 4th, and I just, Max. Max I made a mistake."
"What do you mean world champion?"
"I got a chance, I didn't think it was real, I was drunk and this guy showed up, and talked about if I could change one thing, and I told him, and I don't know, then everything changed, and chèri I'm so sorry."
"I'll humour you, what did you wish for?"
"Remember when we were 6, the 2nd time we met, I saw your dad hit you over the head. I wished I had told my dad instead of staying silent."
"What do you mean? But you did say something, your parents helped my mom and-"
"No Max, I didn't..." Charles watches as Max's face scrunches, an urge to puke forms in Charles.
"You didn't." Max's voice cracks as he seems to look like a train hit him, a lifetime of memories that aren't his floods his mind.
Max went to live with him mum, the Leclerc's helped them, and Max didn't, he was never left a gas station, he never kept karting, he went to school and was good, he got into university, he kissed Charles. He... Won. A lot Max won a lot and fought with Charles, and called him horrible words, and Charles hated him, and Max kept winning, Max drove fast cars, Charles by his side. Max won 3 championship, nearly a 4th as well. Max didn't go to university for a degree. Max was a formula 1 championship and Charles took it all away from him.
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Charles had watched Max get hit by his dad when he was 6 and said nothing about it.
During a night out after a race, a club he shouldn't be in considering that he got 9th in a fucking Ferrari, and yet he was. Unable to forget the stiffness of Max's shoulders as Jos didn't even congratulate his son for the win.
When black hair flooded his vision asking questions about his life, his regrets, what he would change, and Charles must have been drunker than he thought.
Because out of everything he regrets, he told the stranger, "I regret staying silent."
And Charles never said about what or when or how, but then he had blacked out. He didn't even remember leaving the bar, but a pair of arms was around his waist, and then he had been shocked when he recognised those hands, and then a gruff voice had asked him why he was awake so early, and Charles...
Charles had let himself fall back asleep, all too content with pretending everything was normal, with how Max looked at him. Max looked so happy whenever he looked at Charles, and Charles just couldn't take anything else away.
So he stayed, and pretended to be the Charles this Max knew, the one who works as a model, the one who listens to Max talk about V8 engines that he's working on for Audi.
Charles hoped that it had all just been a far too vivid dream that had stuck around in the back of his head, muddling his memories, but he knew. He knew what he had done, and he just couldn't take the lightness away from Max again.
Not when he smiles so brightly, not when he looks so relaxed, not when he looks at Charles in the way Charles had wanted for more years than he had ever been able to process.
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Can i request a smut/fluff of felix and her having their first time?
Just imagine it! I feel like Chan and Felix would be the best for Virgin!Reader
First Time With Felix
All Felix wanted to do tonight was hold you. He had been gone too long and missed the way you felt in his arms. You two were still a young couple, only meeting 2 months before the dome tour started. You were like glass to him, the finest of china. You were an expensive, limited edition, collector's item that everyone wanted but only he had. When you confessed to him on the night of your first kiss together, that you were still a virgin, Felix had a mix of emotions. He wanted to protect you, ruin you, soothe you, corrupt you, but most importantly, he just wanted to love you. Lixie hushed you as he wiped
a single tear from your eye.
"Sweet girl, we will take all the time in the world."
So how you both ended up in this position was anyone's guess. It moved so quickly that he swore he had whiplash. Both of you were snuggling like you always do, Felix half lying on the couch while you curled into him like his own little kitten. You even purred when he ran his fingers through your hair. However, one of his rings got caught and pulled a bit harsher than he would have liked. Your body went tense as a noise of pain spilled from your lips.
"Kitten! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He quickly sat you both up so he could look for any signs of pain in your face. When he was met with wide eyes, he was shocked.
"Felix…I know you would never hurt me"
"Thank you, Kitten. What's on your mind bub? You are still so tense" He massaged your arms but that only made you more stiff.
"Lixie… never mind" you trailed off. A soft hand met your chin and gently forced eye contact. Felix always had a way to take control in the most caring way.
"No pretty baby, we've talked about this. You need to communicate with me. Words pretty girl" The slight command in his statement made you feel some type of way.
"You would never hurt me" You stated more to the wind than to him
"That's right baby girl, where are you going with this?"
"You would never hurt me, therefore you'd only ever make me feel good." The sparkle in your eyes hinted at your suggestion but Felix was worried to read into it.
"Babygirl" His hold got a bit tighter on you. "I need you to be very clear with this next answer. What are you wanting me to do?"
"I want you to take my virginity"
"Baby that's a big--"
"PLEASE! I can't take it anymore. Every single time I think of you I get this feeling that won't go away. Then when you are here it gets worse! I'm desperate at this point, Please!" that final line was laced with a whine. Felix was pretty sure you didn't know what your begging was doing to him but he would teach you one day. Tonight was just about you.
Now you are both naked in bed as he is 2 fingers deep to the knuckle inside of you. He wishes he savored the moments before this more but once he saw a sliver of your body, his mind went blank and instinct took over.
"Please 'ixie. Too much!"
"Shhhhh pretty baby. Do you want to stop? Tell me what you are feeling."
"DON'T STOP PLEASE DON'T STOP" You clung to his wrist as if he would float away.
"I'm right here baby. I'm not leaving" A deep chuckle left the back of his throat. "Sweetheart, I think you need to cum"
"I CAN'T"
"Yes, you can. You are my good girl right?" you nodded your head frantically. "Then let go all over my hand and I'll reward you for being so. sweet. and perfect. for. me" Each of those last words was followed by a tender kiss to your face.
You clenched around his fingers as the room went white. The last thing you heard was a loud gasp leave your throat followed by the sound of Felix unzipping his jeans.
"Good. Fucking. Girl"
(Part 2??)
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ＨＥＡＲＴ ＴＯ ＨＥＡＲＴSimon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader
You and Simon had something going on. God knows what it was but there was definitely something there. You understood he had a hard time with affection due to his past trauma and had to learn how to respect that. For example:
He hated PDA. I mean you weren’t big on it either but he didn’t even like to hold hands.
You understood why but it would be a lie to say it didn’t hurt your feelings slightly.
He hated taking his clothes off in front of you as they revealed the scars that littered his back. He wasn’t overtly insecure but he hadn’t had anyone see him in such a vulnerable, intimate situation for a long time.
And most of all he disliked hugs, that he didn’t initiate.
You found that the hardest to restrict.
Anytime he’d come back from a mission you’d just want to jump on him as soon as he walked through the door but to respect his boundaries you’d wait for him to make the move.
It had been five whole months since Simon had been on a mission and you weren’t even sure if he was still alive. You’d made your way to HQ ignoring the odd stares you got from the workers there and made your way outside preparing for 141s plane.
Men began to get off the plane but he was still out of sight.
Fuck fuck fuck
‘He’s gone, he’s fucking gone’ You thought
Until.
You saw a ridiculously tall figure in a skull mask climb down the stairs of the plane dragging behind three men that were all conversing. It looked like he was too until he saw you.
You’d normally think about how he might be angry with you because you were here but fucking hell you didn’t care.
You were just happy that he was alive!
You waited for him to get to the bottom of the stairs and then ran up to him wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head against his chest.
‘I thought you were fucking dead.’
He went stiff. He didn’t say anything in response and just stood there not even hugging you back and that’s when you remembered. You immediately pulled back beginning to apologise.
‘Oh fuck Simon I’m sorry I forgot-‘
But before you could fully apologise he’d pulled you back in holding your waist and bent over slightly to rest his head on yours.
He’d never done this before.
He hated feeling vulnerable or showing affection in front of people, but fuck he’d missed you so much.
Whenever he threw a knife through a guys fucking skull he’d think, What would y/n think of what I’m doing?
When bullets were flying past his head you were the person he thought of. How would y/n react if I got hurt? Or if I died?
And as he saw the innocent people dead and tortured on the floor he’d think, What if someone hurt y/n?
He’d chuckle slightly at that, God the things he’d do if someone dared look at you in the wrong way.
He was hugging you so tightly you honestly thought you might suffocate, you laughed into his chest ‘Jesus what’s gotten into you.’
‘Y/n I’m sorry.’
‘For what?’
‘Im fucked up, doesn’t take a genius to notice that but you’re always here. I think you deserve better than me, Im fucking difficult to love’
‘I deserve what I want. And I want you.’ You reasoned simply.
‘Fucking hell.’ He said tilting his head up. He wasn’t angry he was slightly giddy.
‘And You’re not difficult to love.’ You replied looking into his eyes holding his mask. ‘Because I love you.’
He almost shit himself when he heard that.
He was in shock to be honest.
No one had ever told him that before.
I don’t think he’d ever even felt love or know what it was like but he knew, he just knew that he felt the same way.
He held your head and kissed the top of it, then reached his hand to the lower part of your neck just above your chest. It sounded odd and probably looked odd to anyone but you two, but it was an unspoken touch that you’d both do to each other and it said three (in this case four) certain words.
Except this time he actually was able to say those words.
‘I love you too.’
(Jake and Amy | This was the only pic I found that matched my vision.)
#mw2 x reader#ghost cod#call of duty#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#cod modern warfare#ghost mw2#spotify#ghost fanfiction#task force 141#simon riley x you#heart to heart
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HI VIS
FIRST CLASS BIN MAN
‘Oh Christ, where am I? What time is it? Oh fuck I’ve pissed in my pants, look at the bloody stain all the way down my trousers. And fuck I’ve been sick all down my front. God what a bloody headache.’
Thomas was sat on the dirty wet ground back against a brick wall, , sitting in amongst what seemed like giant wheelie bins.
“Shit what a fucking awful smell.”
His nostrils were full not just of his own sick but the retching smell of fish bones and meat.
Slowly the picture stated coming back to him. He had just gone to Uni to get his results and what a shock, he had just got First Class honours. He had expected Upper second but shit man, a First. Totally amazing. He was on top of the world, any job would now be possible. He remembered hugging all his mates and like a gang they all went out to get smashed and celebrate. Smashed it was for Thomas as he must have been so out of his mind that he ended up down some back alley throwing up and passing out. While he was out cold he had pissed himself. One side of his trousers were totally stained with piss and he could smell it. With all he had had to drink he must have filled his chinos, once beige and now dark brown and still wet. Suddenly he saw that his cock had reacted to the warm wet piss and was erect stretching down his leg, a good meaty piece.
‘This is the last thing I need and how the fuck am I going to get home looking like this.’
So much for celebrating his degree when he ended up like this
As he started to get himself off the ground he heard the noise of a thundering truck backing up the alley with lights flashing, getting closer and closer.
God I’d better hide between these bins and hopefully no one will notice me . He sat back tight against the wall but the vehicle stopped and he heard both doors open.
‘Christ I’m done for’ he thought
Thomas heard the voices
‘Thank God its dry mate today. Another day just the same but it does me, and soon back to the depot and we can get a ciggie and a beer.
Too right, Joe. Make sure we don’t overdo it. Fucking shame that young geezer took off as we need another bloke on this round. A young cocky apprentice to show the ropes and giv us some relief, know what I mean.’
‘Forget the round mate I need my cock serviced by a young guy’ The other bloke said
‘Me too. Shit just saying this is giving me a knob on.’
‘What’s that noise between the bins?’
The two guys moved one of the wheelies aside and there was Thomas slumped trying to hide between the bins.
‘So what have we here?’
Standing in front of Thomas were two hulking bin men in full Hi Viz gear. Certainly 6’ 2”. One was around 50 with a good pot belly, his thick belt holding up his Hi viz trousers and allowing his belly to sit out over. He was wearing thick rubber wellies, a tight tee shirt and hi viz yellow waistcoat. All down his right area were tattoos He had a bull neck with double chin all unshaven, and hair erupting from the top of his T shirt. His head was totally shaved. The other guy was younger around 40 better build and had clearly done weights. His 6 pack showed through his T shirt but he wore a heavy Hiviz jacket on top, yellow Hi viz trousers and heavy worn rigger boots. Also a shaved head with a thick black beard and gold ring in his left ear. Not the guys to take any nonsense.
‘Er, I was out celebrating last night and have somehow ended up here, sorry’ said Thomas
‘Nae need to apologise but it must have been one fucking night judging by the sick down yer front and holy shit you have pissed herself as well. Some right ol mess mate
Right, lets help you up.’
The two bin men took Thomas by each arm and stood him up against the wall.
‘There you are. Christ you ain’t too bad, what’s that sticking out yer trousers. You’ve a bloody hard on mate and not a bad one at that.’
‘Er Sorry’ Thomas said trying to move his stiff cock so it was not so obvious.
‘Don’t mind us mate. Good viewing,’ the large one said giving himself a good rub between his groin.
‘You need to sort yerself out’
‘I’m not sure how I’m going to get home like this.’
‘Too right. Apart from the mess you stink mate’
The fatter guy gave his mate a side glance. ‘This could be what we are looking for’ his smile widening.
‘I reckon perfect.’
‘Sorry what are you saying?’
‘We are just finishing our round once we’ve loaded those wheelies and then back to the depot. Why don’t you get into the front between us and we’ll take you back with us to tidy up a bit and get you looking right.’
The two men had no difficulty is throwing the contents of the wheelie into the truck. The older guy got into the driver seat and the other said
‘Now young man get up and in between us.’
Thomas lifted himself into the long seat and the other guy pushed him along so his legs were touching the driver.
‘So what’s your name boy?’
‘Thomas.’
‘What a name, sounds fucking posh.’
The younger one said I’m Dave and the Big Un is Joe. Got that. You’ll know us well soon enough
‘So. What were you celebrating?’
‘I’d just got my Uni results’
‘Oh a clever boy then?’
‘Well yes, I got First Class honours so really pleased’
‘Christ knows what that is, Joe said, but suppose good enough to get you pissed’
‘Yes its great, makes it really easy to get a good job.’
‘Tell you what son you don’t have to look any further than us. You can join us, were looking for an apprentice kid to train on the bins, and keep Dave and I happy as well. You could be a first class binman.’ Joe said moving one of hands off the steering wheel and on to Thomas’s lap giving him a pat
‘I see myself in Finance actually.’
‘Oh do you actually? Tell you what Tam, you sound a right little stuck up shit telling me that. First class binman probably too good for you. I reckon a fucking ordinary binman more like.’
‘Sorry I don’t mean to be insulting but it is not what I have in mind.’
Thomas was sitting tightly between Dave and Joe each of his legs rubbing against theirs more with Joe very time he changed gear. He felt their shoulders up against him, felt their power, had the noise of the Hi Viz gear against his ears. He could smell their man smell and the stale smoke from their breathing. It was like nothing he had experienced before but he felt under their power and he liked it. Liked it so much that his cock started twitching again and lengthening down his trousers. The workies had seen his last stiff cock and he thought they seemed impressed, in fact the older one seemed to positively like and stare at.Thomas had seen him rubbing his own dick and a sly look had shown Thomas that his prick was in proportion to his size. Meaty and tenting in his HI Viz gear.
I daren’t let them see this, Thomas thought, and put his hands over his dick but he could not resist with the under hand gently stroking.
‘No way do I want to be a HI Viz working bin man’ thought Thomas but these men are really doing it for me even if Joe is overweight. They both seem thick but know what they want.
‘Ok Tam that’s us coming to the Depot’ Joe said
‘It’s Thomas really’ Thomas piped up
‘Too fucking posh for me that Tam. Tam it is and Tam it will stay’
‘I’m still a good walk away from home,’ Thomas said ‘and God knows what people will think of my clothes.’
‘You don’t need to worry about that Tam, come into the hut with us and we will sort you out. We have you looking decent in no time’
As he clambered down from the lorry he let is hands slip away and Dave got a good look at Thomas’s dick, not as hard still still poking out. Dave looked over at Joe with a wink
‘We’ve got a winner here Joe.’
Joe walked into the hut with Thomas behind and the first thing was the small of ciggies and general stench of body odour. He tried not to breathe but the more he resisted the more he wanted to smell and have his lungs full of the stench.
‘A bit of a smell Tam but you get used to it and it looks already as if your taking it in to your lungs. Right lets sort you out’
Joe opened a locker and took out some clothes throwing them down on a seat.
‘These are yours Tam perfect size, perfect fit and will makes you feel like a different bloke. Much better than all those stained clothes your’e wearing. You’ll be much more comfortable in these, just like a second skin.’
Thomas lifted the various items to inspect.
A pair of really dirty stained Hi Viz trousers in yellow with the reflective stripes, a T shirt that once had been white but now grey, frayed at the neck and ripped under the arms, A grey hoodie with what looked like tea stains down the front, a Hi Viz waistcoat and a jacket all dirty and well used. For foot wear a pair of thick cheesy looking socks and Doc Marten boots with yellow laces
‘I can’t wear these to walk home’ Thomas said looking in disgust at the Hi Viz gear. ‘They look worse than what Ive got on.’
‘Like Fuck’ Joe said ‘You think that piss stain all down your leg looks better. Trust me you’ll look a hell of a lot better is this stuff and feel better.
He picked up a bin bag and shouted ‘Now get out of these fucking clothes and get into the Hi Viz and just do as I say. Take all those bloody puked and piss stained clothes off including your boxers and get into this kit. And don’t worry bout us, we’ll go next door and make ourselves a brew while you change and I mean change and then well come back in to see the new you and you’ll find out what’s happens then.’
Feeling very self conscious and not understanding what the blokes meant Thomas stripped off and looked what to put on first. First try the socks. He looked at them and thought Christ these have been well used. He could not resist smelling them. God what cheesy feet the bloke must have had, it was as if they have never been washed but after his first reaction against them he found himself moving them up and down his nose breathing deeply , getting a kick. It gave him a headache and slightly blurry eyed as he slipped them on his feet. Next the Hi Viz trousers. As he looked inside them the guy had obviously always been. Commando and he could see some skid marks on the arse and piss stains at the front. The trousers were well used but still had a stiffness to them. They looked the right size as he pulled them up. His haziness was getting worse but he still knew what he was doing. Next the T shirt, Christ he could smell the BO. Thank God he could get home soon and get straight into the shower. As he pulled it over his head he felt his arms change. Suddenly they did not feel or even look as skinny as usual, there was good muscle which he had always wanted but through his hazy eyes his right arm started changing colour. There were tattoos in black red and blue. All the way down his arm totally covering all the way to his fingertips. He can’t be seeing right surely but as his mind became more boggled he thought yes my arm is covered in tattoos. Thomas slipped on the waistcoat and then the jacket. He was becoming more and more confused and was beginning to forget his name. What was it ?
Yeah Tam, I think . He went to put his hand up to his head to relieve the pain and saw that his hands were now grimy with dirty bitten nails, the fingers were yellow as if with nicotine. They were thick working hands. As he scratched his head where the hell had all his hair gone? He was bald totally shaven like a skinhead. He had strong wavy hair, so he vaguely. thought but he was scalped. As his hand moved around over his face he discovered he had rings in not just both ears but through his nose. How the hell had they got there. His head was throbbing and his confusion was even worse. A small part of him remembered him as the Uni graduate Thomas but more and more he was thinking of himself as Tam, beer and a night out with his skinhead friends getting into a brawl. He stepped into his 19 hole Doc. Martens, thick soles that had clearly kicked blokes on the ground in ne of his angry moments. As he tied the last boot up his head exploded and he thought his eyes were going. to pop out. He stood up quickly and looked into the mirror next to the locker.
‘Fucking hell, fucking great man’ Tam stood there looking at a Hi Viz clothed skinhead with a scar across one cheek and a spider’s web tattoo spreading up his neck. He looked bloody scary, takes no prisoners, rings in his ear and nose.
‘I’m a fucking skinhead working on the bins. Shit man who wants more? No need to fucking wok hard. Stcik with thosue stinking bins and the lads here and the getting out and having a punch up after a gutful of beers. Fucking perfect’
Tam was so pleased with himself that his cock had gone rigid and that meaty cock of Thomas’ was even bigger and thicker now and stood sticking straight out in his HI viz gear. ‘Shit man I’m so fucking horny’ he said rubbing his crotch.
The door opened and Joe and Dave walked in.
‘Well, it looks as if our new apprentice is getting off on his new look. So Dave we have our first class young bin man, Joe said starting to rub his own dick.
Tam could not take his eyes off the mirror seeing his image, his prick getting harder and harder and his hand rubbing up and down faster and faster.
‘Tom, quit the wanking now there’ll be time for that soon enough.’
‘So Joe what do you think.’ Dave said
‘Fucking amazing, shit he’s made me feel fucking horny. No way are we going back on the road until he’s been through his initiation with us.
‘I’m ready, Dave,’ Joe said unzipping his hi viz and pulling out his massive thick dick. He spat a big gob onto his hand and spread it up and down his cock. ‘That’s it getting it greased for a big fuck.’
‘I always love looking at that cock of yours Joe’ Dave said rubbing his own crotch.
‘Jesus,’ Tam said eyeing Joe’s prick. ‘That’s a fucking monster you have there. Are we all going to wank?’
‘No boy, this dick of mine is going up that arse of yours. All new boys get this and all of them want more after as you will.
‘So do as I say now and drop those hi viz trousers. Lets me see that cock of yours and I know you want a good look yourself. I promise you it’s a thicker dick that’s you had.’
‘I’m not fucking getting my gear off’ Tom shouted
Joe grabbed hold of Toms jacket and pressed his face against his.
‘You’ll fucking do as I say or do want me to force them down around your fucking knees. If that’s what you want then ye’ll get no spit and trust me you really feel my cock being pushed hard up that crack of yours’
Tam lowered his trousers
‘Now look at that cock of yours mate.. Not a bad bit of equipment and nice and hard. Don’t worry you’ll soon get your chance for that wank’ Joe said grabbing Tam’s cock and give it a mighty squeeze, Tam groaning with real pleasure
‘Now bend over facing Dave, that’s it my boy’
Tom bent forward and Joe let another big gob of spit drop on to his cock.
‘Shit that feels good’ as he rubbed his hand up and down his shaft
He took hold of Toms arse and spread his cheeks, bending down to let his wet tongue in to his crack.
‘Christ that arse of yours is high but get’s me more horny and ready for that fuck.’ With one finger he started moving into Tom’s crack moving it around and taking his second finger pushed that in too
‘Shit man.’ Tom moaned.
‘Shut up its only 2 bloody fingers. Just wait.’
Joe stood up and still with his hands parting Tam’s cheeks moved his hardened cock to the hole. Dave standing watching was by now rubbing his crotch.
‘Once you get that cock up his arse Joe then he can start giving me blow job. I love spunking down a new boy’s throat’
‘Don’t worry Dave his throat is all yours. For now I just want his arse’
Ok Tam get ready, this is what you want. It may hurt at first but once up you you’ll be moving up and down my rod begging me to cum insider you.
With his big arms around Tam’s waist he inched the head of his cock into Tams arse
‘Relax mate. The more relaxed you are the easier it will be’
‘Shit that’s one hell of a dick’ Tam said squirming in both agony and enjoyment
‘This is just the beginning. That arse of yours is begging for my big prick, I can tell the way your bum is reacting’
With his arms he started pulling Tom back slowly towards him, his cock nicely greased by his spit forcing its way up.
‘You see what I told you, relax, feels good don’t it?’
‘Shit it’s big, man but I fucking love it.’ Tom replied letting his arse move further up into Joe’s cock. With one shove from Tam Joe’s cock was up to the hilt and he could feel Joe’s beer belly rubbing against his arse.
‘Shit Joe. Let me feel that flabby belly of yours get right into my arse. Push it big man
‘Dave its time that cock of your got a bit of the action. Let our new boy see that cock of yours.’ Joe grunted loving the feel of his dick in Tam’s arse
Dave was ready and almost panting to get his dick out from his flies.
He stood in front of Tam with a raging erection and pulled his foreskin back.
‘See this cock, Tam, Dave said as he stood right in front of Tams face. You need to get this down that throat of yours. All part of your initiation.
‘Fuck that cock of yours Dave is rank. I can smell the piss’
‘Piss or no piss’ boy, its going down your throat’
Dave took hold of Tam’s head and inched his hard dick down the throat.
‘Stop fucking gagging boy and breathe it’ll be much easier. Let me see that spit of yours running down your face
Joe smirked. Now you’ve got both of us, me up that nice tight ares of yours and Dave’s cock down your throat.
Now Dave you know what you need to do next don’t you as you know I’m the boss
‘Sure boss, and with that Dave lent forward to took hold of Joe’s tits through his T shirt and started squeezing
‘Fuck that’s good Dave, you always know how to get me really worked up. Keep going and with my dick up Tams arse you can squeeze as much as you want.
‘Tam as for you, you can at last get your cock out and start wanking and all three of us are going to fucking erupt at the same time got it?’
Go on Dave move that cock of yours up and down in Tams throat’ Joe cried as he shoved his dick in and out of Ta’ms arse.
‘You love that boy don’t you?’ as he could hear Tam groaning, his hand down working his shaft
Joe said ‘You fucking loving that Joe I can see. Think this is our best apprentice yet. Go on let that belly of yours smack against his arse. I love seeing it’
‘Too bloody right. Shit man I’m going to come any minute he said as he gripped Tam, around the waist.
Go on Tam suck my dick as if your life depended on it. That’s some fucking throat you have. ‘Christ Joe I am about to come as well. What bout you Tam.?
A loud grunt from Tom and the way his hand was over his shaft said the same.
‘I’m fucking ready. I’m about to empty a fucking great wad of cum up yer arse boy. That’s it Dave really squeeze my tits.
Shit its coming arghhh I shooting now., With. That joe threw his head back and erupted his sack off cum up Tam’s arse
Dave seeing his mate in orgasm shot his spunk down Tams throat, moaning Fucking hell. Shot after shot of cum was too much for Tam as it ran down his chin on to his HViz jacket.
Feeling all this cum spurting into him from both ends was too much for Tam. This is what he always wanted. Real strong men, arse and face fucking him. With one almighty jerk he released jet after jet of young hot spunk all over the floor
‘Fuuuckin hell Tam shouted. I’ve never had a fuck or wank like that. Fucking terrific.’
The three men stood up and flicked off the drops of cum from their dicks looking at one another doing the same and pushed he cocks back into the hi viz trousers so that some cum would stick to the inside.
‘Well Tam that was your initiation to be a bin man.’
‘Joe you said sumthin about First class. I’ve never been first class in anything always fuckin dumb. Dina want to be anything else. Give me ciggies and beer that’s enough for me.
‘I tell you what Tam,’ Dave said ‘yer a bloody good fuck and as far as I’m concerned a first class bin man. Don’t you agree Dave?’
‘The best yet. I knew it as soon as we picked you up. Well done Joe you chose a right one. This time Lets make sure we keep him.’
‘Tell you what Joe, I ain’t going anywhere if you both can fuck and let me blow job you like that. So what say we get back out on the road and get the afternoon bins picked up and make sure we get back here for another session. I still have plenty of cum to get rid off.’
‘Good boy Tam. Dave and I have plenty to give you. ‘
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"7.44 am" MarcusPikexwife!reader
Summary: It couldn't be Marcus. Marcus' body was warm and soft... Made for cuddling. That body you were looking at was cold and stiff. Even his face was different... You fell to your knees and started screaming: "He's not my husband!"
Warnings: ANGST, temporary death, pain, suffering after loss, mourning, depression, angst, hurt/comfort
"7.44 am"
"You've got a hold on me, I've got a hold on you
You can't let me go, I can't let go of you
It's in the air I breathe, it takes over me
I can't let you go"
*
You felt a warm kiss on your cheek. His stubble tickled your skin and you giggled. Your husband, Marcus, always kissed you before leaving the house, even if you were sleeping. It often woke you up, but it never bothered you. You opened your eyes and yawned. He gave you a sweet smile.
"I have to go to work now. Have a nice day."
You stroked his cheek with your hand.
"See you later, darling."
Marcus kissed your cheek one last time and smiled. His silhouette disappeared behind the door. You looked at your watch. It was 7:44 a.m. It was too early to get up, so you turned over and went back to sleep.
If you only knew...
Over an hour later, you got up and started your day. You found a note from Marcus on the kitchen counter: "We're out of toast, but I'll buy it on the way back... And I'll buy your favorite jam ♥"
You smiled to yourself. Your husband was the sweetest man in the world. He knew how to make you feel better even when he was away from home.
You made yourself some coffee, turned on your laptop, and started working. A few hours later you heard the doorbell and you were a little surprised. You didn't order anything, you didn't wait for anyone... You reluctantly stopped what you were doing and opened the door.
When you saw the two FBI agents and their faces, you knew it. You just knew... The worst day came. That was supposed to be just a nightmare, but it became true.
"How?" That was all you could say.
They suggested you sit on the couch and wanted to bring you some water, but you refused. You just wanted to know how... How did you lose your heart and soul?
They finally told you that Marcus was chasing a criminal in an abandoned warehouse. The killer he wanted to subdue had a gun, so Marcus pulled out his, but the gun jammed. The criminal shot him straight in the chest with a large-caliber weapon. Marcus didn't stand a chance. He bled out within minutes.
You wanted to scream, to cry, but you just stood there in shock. Marcus died because of fucking bad luck. Not because he was too slow or careless. The damn gun just must have jammed.
"I want to see him."
They tried to convince you that it was a bad idea, that it was unnecessary. The others recognized him, so you didn't have to identify the body, but that wasn't what you wanted.
You just had to see him... You had to touch him, believe that... That he was gone.
An hour later you stood in the morgue and couldn't believe it. It couldn't be Marcus. Marcus' body was warm and soft... Made for cuddling. That body you were looking at was cold and stiff. Even his face was different... You fell to your knees and started screaming:
"He's not my husband!"
You didn't remember what happened next. Someone picked you up. Someone took you home. Someone asked if you needed help, but you said no.
When you got home, you couldn't eat or drink anything. You grabbed Marcus' shirt from the laundry basket and laid down on the bed. You pressed your face into the fabric, breathing in your lover's scent, and cried. It was so long and so hard that you fell asleep from exhaustion.
You woke up the next day and looked at your watch, it was 7:44 a.m. You sat up in bed abruptly, still holding onto your husband's shirt tightly.
"Marcus!"
You waited for a few moments until you realized he wasn't coming. What happened the previous day was not a dream.
You wanted to cry, but you had no tears left. You stood up and started walking around the empty house full of your husband's things. His tie over the chair, his perfume in the bathroom, his jacket on the hanger, the book he was reading the day before...
Everything was overwhelming you. This emptiness. This silence.
You didn't have any children and at that moment you wondered if that was better or worse. You weren't against having children, but you just weren't trying hard to get pregnant either. You always said, "Whatever will be."
Maybe you'd be better off if you had a piece of Marcus with you. If you knew that everything didn't disappear with your loved one.
You shook your head... You wouldn't want to see your children suffer. You were sure that Marcus would be the best dad in the world, so losing him would be terrible for the children.
You sat down on a chair in the kitchen and started looking around. Your chin began to quiver as you remembered all the times Marcus had cooked for you.
When he made you breakfast. When he served you coffee with a smile and laughed at you when he saw how sleepy you were.
He often made dinner and sometimes you felt guilty about it. After all, you stayed at home all day, but he always said: "You have work... You work at home, but it's still work. Besides, I like cooking for you."
In fact, was there anything Marcus didn't like?
He loved to spoil you, make you laugh, comfort you, cuddle you...
You felt a tightness in your chest and you just fell to the floor, crying. Why was your heart still beating?
You finally pulled yourself together and started preparing the funeral.
Two days later, on the day of the funeral, you woke up at 7:44 a.m. Likewise the day before, and two days before that. It didn't matter that you didn't sleep all night, you still woke up at this particular time.
And of course, you couldn't sleep. Marcus always had a solution for your insomnia. He told you to curl up in a ball. He cuddled up to your back and hugged you tightly. One of his hands caressed your face. He brought his mouth to your ear and whispered sweet words. Sometimes they didn't make much sense, but they sounded like a spell. "My sweet wife... I love a moment like this so much... You are my peace... I would go through hell to find you... My treasure..."
It always helped you and before you knew it you were falling into a deep sleep.
You sighed heavily and got out of bed. The funeral wasn't supposed to start until 2 p.m., but what was the point of lying in an empty, cold bed?
You went to the bathroom and almost didn't recognize your own reflection. You were pale, your eyes were puffy, your lips were chapped, and your hair had lost its former shine and was now dull. But you didn't really care about your appearance anymore. You felt this terrible emptiness and rage. Rage at the world. Some women spend 20, 30, or even 40 years in unhappy marriages. And their abusive husbands die as old men. You had the perfect husband. Loving, patient, sweet... A husband who respected and adored you. And you lost him, after only 3 years of marriage.
And yet you wouldn't trade those three years for anything.
And you were going to hold on to that thought throughout the funeral. Some women will never be as lucky as you. They will never be filled with as much love throughout their lives as you felt during these few years with Marcus. And yet, some women were able to reject it.
When you saw HER in the cemetery, you felt furious. Yes, you promised yourself you would stay calm, but you couldn't. You knew how much Teresa hurt Marcus. The first time he told you about her, he was devastated and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. You promised yourself you would never hurt him like that. You will be his shield. You will protect him from breaking his heart. And it didn't matter that Marcus was dead. You were still going to defend your husband.
You quickly walked up to her and the man who, as you realized, must have been the one she had so cruelly abandoned Marcus for.
"Get out of here," you growled without thinking.
Teresa looked at you surprised.
"What? I'm sorry, but..."
"Get out of here!" you said louder, getting other people's attention. "I don't care why you came here. You never deserved even a shred of his affection. He was so wonderful... Too loving and tender and you rejected him! You broke my husband's heart!"
When you said the last sentence, Teresa realized who you were and gasped.
"I'm sorry."
She grabbed her partner's arm and started walking away. You felt so relieved. But you're not done yet.
"Teresa?"
The woman turned around, looking at you with something akin to hope.
"Thank you." She raised her eyebrows in surprise and before she could say anything you added, "Thank you for being stupid enough to leave someone as wonderful as Marcus."
Then you just turned around and walked towards the coffin. You felt a sense of relief that Teresa was gone. You weren't sure if there was an afterlife. But if it existed, then Marcus' spirit didn't deserve to look at the woman who had broken his heart.
After the funeral, you thought it would be easier. That's what they told you. One chapter closes and another opens. But nothing has changed for you. You spent the next few days the same way. You wandered around the house looking at things that belonged to Marcus. You even sprayed his perfume on the bed to give the illusion that he was still with you. And you kept waking up at 7:44 a.m. You were really starting to hate this hour. It was like some kind of curse.
A week had passed since the funeral when, as usual, you woke up at 7:44 a.m. And as always, for a split second, you felt a glimmer of hope in your heart. Maybe this is all just a bad dream? You sat up on the bed and rubbed your eyes. You were ready to shed more tears when you heard a very tenderly voice.
"Good morning, Sweetheart."
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. With wide eyes, you looked at Marcus, who was standing on the doorstep of your bedroom, looking at you with those sad puppy dog eyes.
You didn't even know when you jumped off the bed and found yourself only two steps away from him. You reached out and touched his chest to make sure he was real. When you felt his strong and warm body, you whined.
"M... Ma... Marcus?" you uttered.
He placed his hand on yours.
"Yes, baby... I'm alive. I'm sorry, I..."
You couldn't contain your emotions anymore and started sobbing pitifully. Marcus immediately pulled you to his chest and hugged you tightly. He started kissing your head.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'll explain everything..."
You felt a surge of anger and started hitting his chest with your hands and screaming:
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate..."
You started to wail and clung tightly to his body. Marcus began to rock you gently and whispered:
"I know, baby. I deserve all this rage. I know it was terrible for you..." He took a deep breath. "I know it won't change anything, but... My heart broke when I thought about how you were hurting."
You finally lifted your head and touched his cheek tenderly.
"But how? Why? I... I saw your body... your face..."
Marcus gently wiped the tears from your cheeks and led you to the bed. He sat down next to you, still wrapping his arm around you.
"This has been planned for months. A body that best matches me was found and kept in the morgue, and the face... A perfect cast of my face and mask was made. And the right lighting..." Marcus sighed heavily. "Anything so everyone can see it's me."
You looked at him, confused. It made and didn't make sense at the same time. You were missing something very important in this puzzle.
"But why?"
Marcus leaned down and kissed your head gently.
"Do you remember the case of that serial killer who killed women in important positions? Those who were independent and... Acting against stereotypes."
You sniffed and nodded.
"That fucking chauvinist and misogynist? Yes. It's hard to forget."
A smile appeared on Marcus' face for a second at your words.
"He started obsessing over me. He was exchanging emails with me and it was driving him crazy that I didn't agree with him... And..." You saw Marcus starting to get flustered. "It wasn't just about me. He found out about you."
You felt an unpleasant shiver run down your spine and you instinctively snuggled closer to your husband's body. Marcus wrapped his arms around you protectively.
"I didn't tell you anything not to upset you, but... You were under special protection."
"Okay... So what next?"
"Half a year ago, he suddenly disappeared. He stopped sending messages. He disappeared when he realized that we were on his trail, but..." Marcus gently stroked your hair. "I couldn't just let it go. Mainly because of you. I had to catch that bastard... And then, with the help of psychologists who analyzed his messages, I realized that there was one thing that would bring him from hiding."
You looked at Marcus and whispered, "Your death."
Marcus nodded and you looked at him sadly. You were happy that he was alive, but at the same time, you also felt hurt.
"Why didn't you tell me anything? Why didn't you warn me?!"
You couldn't control your voice, but Marcus understood you perfectly. He started rubbing your back soothingly.
"It had to seem as natural as possible. We knew he would be watching you and if he felt even the slightest bit of doubt, he would... He would back off. Even I didn't know the exact day when that would happen." Marcus sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a moment. You saw that he felt a huge sense of guilt. "I know how cruel it sounds... I know I used you. I... I won't be surprised if you want a separation or..."
His voice was shaking and you immediately cupped his face and smiled softly. Yes, you were angry and hurt, but... It was Marcus. Your Marcus.
"Don't be silly. I'm happy it was all false. And... I won't hide how much you hurt me, but I see you had your reasons. Just... No more faking death."
Marcus chuckled, his eyes welling with tears.
"Oh God, you are the perfect woman. The most wonderful and I swear I will do anything to make up for the pain I made you feel."
"But it worked? Did you catch him?"
"Yes, my love. He will never threaten us again. He will not threaten you or any other independent and brave woman."
You kissed him tenderly and then said a little more sternly:
"You have to promise me something." Marcus nodded eagerly. At that moment, he was ready to promise you anything. "From now on, you will always be by my side at 7:44 a.m. At this time, you are always supposed to kiss me and hug me. I don't care if I'm asleep... Or if you're asleep. You have to do it. Do you understand?"
Your request seemed extremely strange to him, but he didn't dare to refuse you.
"Of course, honey, but if... If I really can't?"
"If you really need to be away from home, you are to call me at this time or send a text message."
Marcus hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead. "I promise that I will always kiss and hug you at 7:44, and if I really need to be away from home, I will call you or text you."
You sighed in relief and rested your head on his chest. Marcus was silent for a moment, and then in his gentle and tender voice he said:
"Let me take care of you. I know the last few days have been a nightmare for you. How about a hot bath? I bought your favorite scented bath salts and candles. And then I'll make you breakfast... I've been gone for a week and a half and you look like you haven't eaten for a month."
You didn't have the strength to argue with Marcus. Besides, you really missed his concern. So you nodded and he immediately ran to the bathroom to get everything ready. Then he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom. Throughout your bath, he knelt by the tub and looked at you with adoration. He kissed your hands and kept whispering, "I'm sorry."
Then he helped you dry and get dressed. It doesn't matter how many times you said you could do it yourself. He just wanted to take as much care of you as possible. He carried you to the kitchen and sat you down at the table. He prepared your favorite breakfast and coffee, then watched you eat with a wide smile on his face.
You felt all the stress and pain from the last few days slowly leaving you. And Marcus wasn't going to stop. After breakfast, he carried you to the living room, sat you on the couch, turned on your favorite series, and wrapped you in his arms.
The old smile slowly started to appear on your face. Marcus' warm and soft body made you feel blissful and you were even about to take a nap when you remembered something.
"Oh my God..."
Marcus looked at you worried.
"What happened, honey? Are you in pain?" he asked in a worried voice.
"No, I..." You felt embarrassed and said quietly, "I may have caused a bit of a scandal at your funeral."
Marcus's eyes lit up and he chuckled, "You mean how you snapped at Teresa and told her she never deserved me?"
Your eyes widened and you pulled away from him to slap his chest.
"Did you see that?!"
Marcus couldn't stop laughing. He cupped your face and kissed you passionately.
"It was beautiful, my love. Thank you. Believe me, the other agents had to hold me by force because I wanted to run to you and fall at your feet."
You rolled your eyes and another thought came to your mind: "Wait, did... Did she know you were alive?"
Marcus nodded. "Yes... I'm sorry. But, I thanked her too."
You raised your eyebrows and he kissed your cheek tenderly. "I thanked her for breaking my heart and breaking up with me because thanks to it I found the most wonderful woman in the world. A woman who made me realize that if I were her husband, I would never feel such a blessing."
You looked at him with love and could only whispered, "Marcus, I love you."
Marcus kissed you again and whispered into your mouth, "I love you, my perfect wife."
You smiled and hugged him again, closing your eyes.
Maybe not all husbands played dead to get a serial killer. And they didn't cause pain to their wife, but...
Marcus was still perfect for you and you didn't regret anything. You didn't regret any moment spent with him.
"You've got my heart and I've got your soul
I cannot, I cannot
Shut out your light or drown out your call
I cannot let you go
You get lost in me, I get lost in you
And there's a trace of me mapped out in you"
*WILDES - Let You Go
A/N: Okay, so Marcus' death was supposed to be real at first, but... I couldn't! 😭 I felt like I shot a puppy... 🥺 So maybe faking death is cheesy, but oh well. I love my FBI husband too much.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#marcus pike#marcus pike and you#marcus pike x reader#the mentalist#fanfiction#angst#hurt comfort#marcus is too sweet#don't be angry at him
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The Full Moon ch2
paring: weretiger sukuna x reader
Contains: fluff, baby weretiger yuji, protective sukuna, four armed sukuna, sukuna with tiger ears and tail, angst, big cat cuddles, marriage, pregnancy
Warning 18+: smut, hybrid smut, death, character death, blood, pregnant reader
Summary for chapter: after spending so much time with sukuna and yuji, you loved the idea of stay here forever, but sukuna was trying to fight his emotions and feeling for you. He could not take it any more one day and needed to make you his and soon something blossoms in your new life.
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Sukuna felt a sore pain through his body and moved feeling the cold floor but then he felt something warm lay against him. His eyes opened and sat up rubbing his face with one hand. When his eyes fully adjusted he looked in shock. His body froze to see you asleep against his lap with yuji in your arms bundled in a blanket. What the fuck happened what were you doing here? As you moved in your sleep his heart dropped seeing the gash of claw marks across your arm. He hurt you.
He moved his hand to touch it but froze his movement when you grunted and saw your eyes flutter open. "Sukuna?"
You quickly sat up to look at him seeing the dirt that covered part of his cheek and you saw his eyes were blue this time. Last time he was normal they were red. "Are you and yuji alright? Did I hurt him?" You smiled holding him and said "no you scared him but I guess I got too close to you and got scratched."
Sukuna sighed and turned his head away in shame. "I am sorry. You should not be around me." You moved closer to him and placed a hand to his back feeling his bare skin. "I would rather be here with you. I really enjoy being here with you and of course little yuji." "Why did you not run away? Why did you stay here with me?" You blushed a little while looking at yuji.
"Well your son wanted to see you and ran in here I went to protect him-". "From me." Sukuna said, cutting you off as you frowned and looked at him. "No sukuna, he loves you and wants to be with you. But you were being rude to him." He looked over at you and stared at the wound. "So now you know what I am. The beast everyone is afraid of. The weretiger that everyone wants to kill. To think humans want my skin and a pelt of my fur on their walls."
You smiled slightly looking to yuji and said "I think it's better on you." Sukuna moved and stood up letting the baggy pants fall to the ground. Your eyes gazed to his bare backside seeing his muscles and skin. A blush crept on your face as you looked away. This man was all the way handsome, deadly and sexy. You still can not believe how you ended up here. "Can you take my son inside and care for him. Please. I uhh have to relax my self for a moment before I see my son."
You told sukuna to be careful as you stood carefully and winced at the stiff pain of your arm then went back inside. Sukuna watched you leave then let out a sigh of his thoughts running thinking he should just let you leave if you do not want to be here. Heading inside your room you started to cry and sat on your bed holding yuji. You did not know what was happening to you, looking at the band around your ring finger you wondered if sukuna could feel your emotions.
Yuji begin to stir awake and start to cry but then he looked to see you and smile. His hands reached out to you making you smile to him and hug him. "Ma". It broke your heart to hear him say that to you. All he wanted was his mother back and somehow he was seeing you as his mother but you knew sukuna would never let that happen. Seeing that yuji was a dirty you went to take him a bath uraume saw you and noticed your arm but you told him not to worry. He showed you what soaps to use for yuji and helped you start the bath.
Sukuna walked in holding his baggy pants and spotted uraume. "Where is she?" "Giving Yuji a bath. You clawed her arm pretty badly." He left as sukuna walked to his room changing with just a towel around his hips then walked to the bath house. Yuji played in the water as you washed his tail hearing him squeal, making you laugh. Sukuna silently walked in, seeing the two of you. You smiled, covering yuji's eyes, then poured water over him. "You're a good boy tiger cub."
Sukuna felt a swell in his chest seeing how mother like you are to yuji, his son missed his mother. "I think it's your turn to take a bath." You jumped and turned around eyes gazing at sukuna seeing his bare torso with just a towel around his hips. "I can leave and let you take one first." He grunted then called for uraume to get yuji and take him to eat. It was just you and a naked sukuna alone in the bath house. He walked over taking off his towel and you turned away. "Come on, I am just a man, no need to be shy. Take a shower with me then we can go into the bath to relax. I need to talk to you and that wound needs to be washed."
You sighed and got up to strip yourself bare then walked over to the running water. Looking at the wound keeping your back to sukuna, you ran the water over the red skin of your wound carefully cleaning it and felt the sting of the soaps. "Ouch." Sukuna looked over at you then left your side to fill a tub with hot water then got in. You looked over after turning off the water to the shower, to see him with his arms laid back across the edge of the tub then coaxed you over with a finger. You followed his silent command covering your breast with your arms hearing him chuckle.
His eyes shamelessly roamed over your figure taking in your delicious flesh. When you stepped into the water you felt the warmth engulf your body sending you relief. A gasp left your mouth and a smile spread across your face. "Fuck I needed this its been a while since I was in a hot spring." You looked at sukuna seeing him smirk, making you blush as your eyes looked away. You never saw him look like that at you before. "Can I see your wound for a minute."
You gave him a nod then watched him stand the water high enough to block everything below his hips and walk over to you. He saw the way your eyes trailed over his chest and stomach tracing his black markings and muscles. Sukuna sat beside you facing you then looked at the wound. "I am going to touch it if you don't mind. I can heal it." You blushed and hummed in response nodding your head. He leaned his head down and stuck out his tongue then pressed it to the wound.
You didn't have time to process anything, feeling the warmth of his tongue lick across your wounded flesh. "Sukuna." His eyes stared into yours as he gave you a long lick as he stared into your eyes. The both of you gazed at your wound seeing it heal. "See you all better." Your eyes widened and smiled with excitement. "What that is amazing sure comes in handy. Thank you sukuna."
He smiled slightly then looked away saying "I wanted to ask you, if you wish to leave this place you can. To be happy somewhere else away from me. I don't mind if you chose to stay." You looked at him and said "sukuna I am not scared of you, it's just everything that surprises me. Do you want me to stay?" Sukuna looked at you and opened his mouth to say something but then turned away. "Ryomen i want to stay here but only if you want me to. I adore little yuji and I like you regardless if you are part beast or not. You deserve respect and to be happy."
Sukuna looked back to you feeling his chest tighten then he moved to grab your cheeks with both his hands moving his head forward. You didn't know what was happening until you felt his lips smash against yours. You couldn't help but to close your eyes and push into his kiss. He felt a spark in his heart and deepened the kiss putting his arms around your body and pulled you against him. Feeling your bare breast press against his chest you moaned into his mouth. His tongue slipped onto your mouth battling yours trying to taste every inch of your mouth.
Sukuna opened his eyes but realized what he was doing. His thoughts ran with images of his wife but when he saw you everything came crashing back. He pulled away and stood up moving away from you hearing and feeling the water slosh. "I am sorry. I can't do this." Sukuna turned his back to you and walked through the water to leave the tub. "Sukuna wait!" He ignored as he put his towel around his hips and left you alone, mind spiraling with so many questions.
You noticed that sukuna had been avoiding you lately making you feel like you crossed the line but he was the one that made a move on you. Sukuna stood in his room growling feeling all his emotions mixed. None of this helps his answers to his questions when his mating time is already here. He wanted to feel his lover again, it's been awhile since he had the warmth of a female in his bed. He let out a growl then slashed his claws across the dresser making marks into it and knocking over things. "Damn it!"
Sukuna looked down to see a necklace of a wooden tiger that was carved by his wife. Seeing it land on top of the now dead spider lilies you have given him. He stared at it for a while thinking about his time with you. Seeing you with his son how happy you make his baby boy. It was time that he should let go but he will never forget all that he spent with his family.
You sat by a lantern watching the rain fall while holding a sleeping yuji in your arms after spending the day with him while his father sat in his room pouting. Sukuna walked over behind you seeing his son asleep in your arms. Just like his wife used to do with him while it rained it made his heart ache. "Y/n?" You turned around to see sukuna in his kimono and said "can you put yuji to sleep and meet me at my quarters please. We need to talk now."
With that sukuna turned away leaving you questioning what was happening. After putting yuji to bed you went to sukuna then entered his room seeing him with his back to you. "Sukuna, you told me to come. So what is it? You want me gone now." He chuckled and said "no I want you sweetheart."
Sukuna peeled off his kimono leaving him bare, all for you to see and his tiger tail that flicked behind him. Your eyes widened and looked away, cheeks turning red. "I thought you didn't want me." "I never said that, did i?" You shook your head watching him walk over to you slowly. As he got close enough, he reached a hand to hold your chin and lifted your head up to expose your neck.
"Its been a long while since I had a woman lay next to me. Little thing I remember saying the bite I gave you. I can sense your emotions. So when I do this." He leaned down to place his lips to your neck giving a soft kiss then another one but harder, you let out a light gasp. "I can feel your arousal. I know you want me." Feeling his tongue across your neck making you moan out and body pushed against his.
Sukunas tail flicked then pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as his hands went to remove your kimono. When it dropped to the floor you were only just dressed in laced underwear. He pulled away, taking a look at you and let out a lustful growl. "You look divine. I can just sink my teeth and claws into you." You blushed and went to cover your breast but he grabbed your wrist stopping you from doing so. As he started to walk back pulling you with him and sat on his bed as he pulled you onto his lap legs wrapping around him.
Sukunas hands roamed around your body making you gasp and arch against his body. His lips trailed over your neck giving light nips and sucking on your skin. "Sukuna.." His tail moved and landed across your lap feeling the soft fur across your skin. You grabbed it and gave it a light stroke as sukuna purred and pulled you against him. You could feel his hardened length push against your clothed folds. The feeling of his warm body against your skin feeding your arousal more.
"You feel it. My cock is throbbing for you. I want to feel you from the inside. To fuck you like a animal." Your cheeks tinted with pink and let out a moan feeling the wetness drool from your lower lips. Sukuna bucked his hips pushing his hardened cock against you feeling the warm wet puddle coming from you. He moved a hand and trailed down over to the front of your panties and pulled them to the side then slipped a finger across your folds. Feeling how wet you are he smirked and purred then pressed his lips to your neck. His finger slips inside of you with a curl and his thumb gives circles to your clit. Your hips bucked, feeling him pump his fingers hearing the wet sounds of your dripping folds against his hand.
"Sukuna. I want your..cock". He chuckled then gave a light bite to your ear as he pulled out his finger keeping your panties to the side then bucked his hips. To feel his cock slid across your slick spreading your lips around his shaft. You looked at him seeing his red eyes sparkle with lust. He wrapped his arms around your body and threw you onto your back. Feeling yourself bounce on the bed as you watched him crawl over your body and grab the hem of your panties to peel them down your legs. He smirked seeing the soaked cream color on the inside of them.
Your eyes trailed down to see his stiff shaft leaking with precum on his mushroom tip. The thickness of it made your hole clench just wanting him in you. His hands keep your legs apart and lips spread open for him "I want to eat you. Having my prey in my grasp, I want to feed on you." Sukuna latched his lips to your neck trailing down over your breast taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched against him feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple giving a light bite while his hand groped the other squeezing your breast.
He moved away and kissed the other breast then moved his lips down your body till he found a place between your legs. You spread your legs giving a good view of your leaking folds hearing him smell you and let out a lustful growl. Sukuna leaned down and swiped his tongue across you tasting your juices. You moaned, feeling him suck and lick you, eating you like an animal. His tongue swirling around your clit, your hands found its way into his hair slightly pulling at his pink locks.
"Sukuna, yes keep going. I am close." His eyes gaze up to see you from between your legs, your head laid back and moaning. He chuckled and purred against you, his tongue swirling across you. Your hands kneaded his hair and began to buck your hips to get him deeper in you with his tongue. Feeling the pressure build you couldn't hold back and gushed into his mouth. "Sukuna, get in me please." You pulled at his hair then felt something else on his head that you pulled on making him grunt into your flesh.
Sukuna licked up your cream then lifted his head licking his mouth clean. "You gave your big tiger his cream for his meal now I want to mate." You felt a twitch and shiver through your womb then heard him say "on your hands and knees." You didn't question and did what you were told then felt his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you against the bed. Sukuna moved to behind you feeling his other hand snake over your hip and cup the front of your mound.
A finger slipped between your folds toying with your clit as the hand holding your neck let you go. Both hands were placed to your hips feeling him press his hips to your ass. A blush crept over your face feeling his length between your legs. Sukuna started to slowly move his hips as you felt his tip slide across your aching dripping folds and tip pressing against your clit. "You want this. Want my cock deep in you." All you could do was moan hearing his deep chuckle.
"You want me to mate with you. To feel my seed inside of you filling you up, stuffing you full of my cock." "Yes sukuna please! Breed with me! Mate with me!" He smirked at your eagerness and desperation of needing him.
That was all he needed as he pushed his hips to slide his cock tip passed your lips and into your soaked cave. You moaned, feeling his length stretch you open as you spread your legs more to let him get deeper. "Fuck your tight. You feel so warm." Sukuna groaned, feeling you squeeze his cock then begin to move his hips. You could feel him drag across your walls and go deep bumping at your cervix. A moan left you as you pushed back against him begging him to go harder and faster.
"As you wish my dear. See if you can handle this beast." Sukuna begins to snap his hips. His thrust got harder and hands gripping your hips kept you in place. You buried your face into his pillow smelling his scent and moaning into it. Gripping the pillow as you felt his hand snake around you to play with your clit. Feeling a pressure build again you were already close. "Sukuna, I am close again. Fuck I can't hold it. Ryomen."
He could feel you tightening making him groan his tail thrashing behind him and ears down. "Let it out darling. Yell if you have to." When it hit you clenched around him and yelled out his name. Pushing back into him and raised up onto your hands moaning out his name. Sukuna growled out his thrust becoming sloppy feeling you tight and wet. Your cream drips around him, his grip tightens around your hips.
His thrust pounding into you making your breast bounce and the breaths hitting out of you turning into pants. "Sukuna!" He growled and leaned over your back slamming himself into your cunt bruising your cervix feeling your cum. Sukuna released his seed painting your walls in white his tail puffing up feeling you milk him. The combination of both your cream and his cum dripped from you falling onto the bed as he trusted out your orgasm. You screamed his name but he wasn't done just yet.
Sukuna pulled out from you making you gasp and lay onto your back looking at him. His chest puffing from breathing heavy and his glistening cock still hard. He climbs over you and grinds his length across your folds making you moan. Your legs wrapped around him, his tail swaying behind him and your arousal starting up again. "Sukuna fuck me again." He pushed himself inside of you then folded your legs wanting deeper in you.
His thrusted into you groaning, keeping his weight off you by keeping himself up on his hands. Your arms wrapped around him and raked your nails across his back. "Sukuna..fuck..ryomen!" Sukuna was close and so were you his thrust pounding into you again. Hearing his growls and red eyes glowing with lust and need. You hit your high throwing your head back yelling and clawing into his back. Sukuna growled with a tiger groan pushing so deep into you releasing his seed. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into your shoulder making you yell from the pain mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm. Sukuna pulled his mouth away and licked the bite, cleaning the blood as he slowed his thrust.
Everything went quiet, both your heavy breathing relaxed as he slowly pulled out from you and moved away from your body to look at you. The tears that laced your eyes from the pain of the bite and pleasure he gave you. You saw his ears lay back and face filled with worry. "I am sorry. I didn't..it's just a habit.."
"sukuna, it's ok." You said to him with a smile and raised a hand to cup his cheek then put it into his hair. Giving him a rub around the tiger ear hearing his purr and watching him lay down beside you. His arms snake around your body then pull you against him.
Do you still wish to stay?" Your eyes closed feeling sleep take over you as you smiled slightly saying "I love you ryomen." Sukuna felt his heart ache. He missed those words. He missed hearing them from his wife. Ryomen felt his eyes sting from tears then nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He continued to lick the bite till it fully healed then sleep was about to take over him. "I love you." He whispered against your ear, placed a kiss on your forehead and fell asleep.
Sukuna woke up feeling something rolling around in the bed behind him. He grunted, his tail flicked in irritation then turned over to see his son laying in the bed between you and him. He hummed ears , perking seeing yuji baby giggle and wiggle his tail. You were half awake looking at sukuna with a tiered smile. "He woke up so I brought him here with us." Sukuna smiled and moved to be closer to you both kissing his son, making him squeal and you giggle.
This was sukunas life now everyday he woke up with you laying in his bed after cuddling, naps or after rounds of sex. Some of the days you will wake up with bites to your shoulder or neck that heal up quickly because of his licks. Yuji started calling you ma all the time. Sukuna enjoyed having you in his life. You are everything to him. But now that he had a mate back in his life he was more protective than ever. He was not going to lose his mate a second time.
Sukuna would go out at night while you spent time with Yuji to stalk his land. Walking the edge of his home lands to see if there are any hunters or traps. Just as he walked he heard a snap in the woods. He turned and growled then ran off in the direction of the noise. Running on all fours he smelt the trespasser hearing their footsteps run away and smelt their fear. As he got close to the figure he pounced on them causing them to fall over.
Sukuna stood up showing his power and fangs with a growl as the person turned their hood and came off. Revealing a woman holding something her heart raced then there was a muffled cry of a baby. He looked at her then ears went back as he crouched down hearing her heart race as she shielded her baby away from sukuna. Sukuna gave her a sad look and wondered why she was out here all alone. He backed away and spoke to the woman. "If you are lost, follow the path of roses. You will be safe." She looked at sukuna confused and said "you speak but they said you…you..get away go run back home..I am a trap!"
Sukuna looked at her then heard yelling around him. He growled and tried to run but felt a pain at his side feeling the arrows in him. More hunters came around as he stepped into a trap that clamped around his ankle making him roar in pain, soon rope carved with seals wrapped around him. Sukuna roared and tried to pull as hunters pulled him back. The woman yelled when they grabbed her, one of them yelling that she almost let him get away. Sukuna watched them kill the mother hearing the baby cry and they were about to do the same to the baby. Flashes of his son showed in his mind and a deep growl came from him.
Sukunas power filled in with his anger and started to burn the rope breaking free then stood over the baby killing all the hunters. After the blood had spilled sukuna picked up the child into his arms and lumped back home. When sukuna came into his home you looked to see him with wounds and blood also carrying a baby. You panicked and rushed over to him as he pushed the baby into your arms. "They set a trap and they killed its mother." Sukuna breathed out and walked away to the bath house to get cleaned.
After you put the baby to sleep with yuji and see little yuji was excited to have a friend. You went straight to sukuna. "Ryomen are you ok tell me are you hurt?" Your eyes looked over his body to see the wounds that slightly healed and the one on his ankle. You know he can heal with his spit so he drools into a glass bowl to rub it onto his wounds he can't reach with his tongue. You would sometimes catch him with small scratches and watch him lick his arm or his son.
He smiled and pulled you against his wet frame. "I am all better now, love." "Sukuna, please you need to be careful out there. I can not lose you". He kissed your forehead then your cheek and your neck tickling you making you giggle as his tail curled with a small wag. "Ryomen, I love you." "Y/n I love you. I have a question." You looked at him and smiled "what is it?"
Sukuna looked down at you and said "marry me". You looked at him in shock saying "what?!" He smirked and got on his knees in front of you. "I said marry me. Be my mate always and forever. I know it's not the best romantic way to ask but-". He was cut off hearing you say "yes! I want to be your mate." Sukuna smiled wide showing his pointed fangs and hugged you tight. That night sukuna and you had multi rounds of sex filling you up with his seed. Giving you love bites that you had the next morning. You always tease him about his tail and ears saying how cute they are on him.
Later that day sukuna had run into the forest seeing a family sitting in a wagon being pulled by a horse. He noticed a baby with the new couple seeing and made his presence known by spooking the horse a bit. The man and the woman freaked out as he was about to grab his gun. Sukuna showed them the baby in his hands that was giggling and babbling. They calmed down as he walked closer and placed the baby into the woman's arms. They looked at him in shock, seeing the beast that was known around here to be evil. Just watched him hand them a child. It saddens you that people can't see what good things sukuna does.After the baby was gone yuji was feeling sad that his new friend was gone.
Sukuna would take you and yuji out to the flower fields having a small lunch and watching nature. It didn't take long for sukuna to have uruame help him set up a wedding for just the family. You stood at the torigate in his garden with sukuna as uruame married the two of you. Sukuna was in utter love with you seeing you dressed in a white kimono like his with flowers tied in your hair.
Sukuna felt his tail fluff and flick from nerves. Uraume called in yuji as both you and sukuna looked to see yuji run in with a bell jangling around his neck dressed in a little kimono.
Yuji ran over to you as you picked him up and saw the rings around his neck as well. Sukuna smiled and took them off his son and placed a ring onto your finger over the black mark he gave you when you first met. Sukuna looked at you then cupped your face smashing his lips to yours. Tears filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks kissing sukuna as you heard yuji squeal making you both laugh.
Sukuna had told you about yujis mother how they met she was in the flower fields picking spider lilies. They met when he tried to chase her away but she stood her ground seeing him. Guess sukuna had a thing for women standing their ground against him a were tiger. On the first full moon he had hurt her the same way he hurt you and he avoided her like he did you. And everything was moments of falling in love and having yuji. Now here you were cuddled in the beast arms.
On full moon nights sukuna would lock himself away in the broken shrine alone and cold like a beast should. You would go out there every full moon to bring him a blanket and your company. Sukuna would let out growls but then see it was you and whimper. You will stay by his side all night giving him comfort and love. Even being a were tiger that can lose control over his emotions though he felt his calmest when you are by his side and all he can do is sleep.
You are his charm, the heart to his aching soul. Sukuna would not let anyone lay a hand on you, that is if anyone can even get that close. He can sense anyone that came into his land most of the time he won't let them live. Kids and women are the only exceptions to be set free.
Sukuna was starting to feel a change in him over the month. He was more aggressive to anything outside growling and ready to attack k before he even knew what it was. He didn't want you to step outside the home unless he was right next to you. Never letting you out of his sight and smell a strange hormone on you. You also became very attached to things including him. You held yuji for dear life and always had him in your arms. Sometimes you would start crying over the little things sukuna would do for you even when he had to leave your side for a moment. It didn't hit him till now why the both of you were acting like this.
Sukuna came over to you seeing you laying on the bed relaxing as you watched him stalk over to you. "Ryomen what are you doing?" He didn't answer but instead he climbed over you and grabbed your legs to spread them. Perfect timing for you not to wear anything under the kimono. Sukuna looked at you then between you legs and leaned down to smell you. A blush crept on your cheek seeing his tail fluff then felt him lick you a moan leaving your lips.
Sukuna sat up looking at you remembering those same smells and taste of the hormones. "You're pregnant." Your eyes widened and sat up saying "what?! How do you know?" He looked at you with a smile then quickly pulled you against him hugging you tight. "You're pregnant. It's the same way I acted before yuji came into the world and you smell and taste the same."
Tears started to fill your eyes then you cried against him as he held you tight. Yuji was going to have a little sibling and a new member to the family.
I can not get over sukuna with ears and a tail. How protective he gets with you that he goes out to hunt people who get to close to his home. Just seeing him during wedding day!
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Pillow Talk P2
TV SHOW GAME OF THRONES
COUPLE BRAN X READER
RATING: SMUT
I yawned a little running my hand down Bran's soft skin I could tell I had slept for a good while and had a very deep sleep, but I felt a stiffness pressing against me making me blush a little at the thought of our cuddle making him so hard, I had many nights cuddled with jojen like this or well-tried to, he likes to roll up in his blankets like a caterpillar cocoon and not really accept my cuddles, but I had never felt him get this hard, honestly I had only ever woken to him having an odd semi night he had spooned me in the cold, but he always denied them and went off into the woods to change, I felt a kiss on my head making me stir a little opening my eyes, it was early so early there was barely any light, the fire died out and everyone still asleep
"ummm ... Hello" he whispered "did you sleep alright?" He asks
"Perfect, best sleep I've had in years" I giggle "with a soft chest to lay on and snuggly cuddles”
“Well you can have my chest and my cuddle wherever you like little flower”
“I did feel a hard cock pressing against my leg" I smirk
"Oh? you felt that?" He smirked “well, when I have such a lovely little flower snuggled so close to me in her cute little dresses you can’t blame me” He smirked running my fingers down my waist gently tugging on the little ropes of my dress a little I giggled innocently unable to bring myself to stop him
"Uhh! Y/n..." He groaned in shock as he saw my underdress and exposed skin
“What is it?”
“Your beautiful” He gasped “however could he turn away from you” he smirked "Shhh" he whispered "Don't want jojen to hear you" he smirked kissing down my neck and his hand moved one grasping and fondling my breast though my underdress the other tugging up my dresses skirts and gently stroking his fingers across my admittedly wet folds “ummmm so wet. I bet jojen doesn’t make you this wet little flower” he smirked “now stay quiet and I’ll take care of you” he smirked
"It's hard to stay quiet when your - uhhhh" I gasped
“Awww I know little flower, just stay quiet else we’ll get caught” He smirked rubbing harder more mercilessly on my clit I was often having to nuzzle close to him in order to stop my audible gasps and moans I knew I was close and bran was enjoying himself alot until we heard movement so we quickly separated and sat up as I diod my dress back up noticing it was jojen stretching and yawning
“Morning Jojen” I smiled
“Morning” He groaned getting up and going off into the woods to… I honestly don’t know I assume for a bath or something
“Times up then little flower, We’ll finish off tonight” Bran whispered
I smiled as I looked to each person in our group each fast asleep I smiled moving away from the fire Bran had put his little bed around the corner a way from the fire tonight in this camp I assume to perhaps give us privacy “Bran?” I whispered as I went over
"Hello beautiful" he smirked
"Hello Brandon" I giggle
"You coming to bed then my sweet little flower? Or are you going to go snuggle with that passive fiance of yours?"he smirked
“With you, if thats okay”
“Of course, just remember. Quiet” he smirked "do you want to come under the furs with me?" He smirked
“I would” I giggled climbing into the little makeshift bed with him he sat up on his elbows looking at me I smiled sitting beside him he smirked resting his hand on my cheek pulling me to kiss him I happily kissed back for a good while, he smirked more and tugged his shirt off before almost growling at me "off" he ordered “all of it. Now”
“Bran I-”
“Come on little flower, don’t keep me in suspense” he smirked
I blushed and got up slipping off my dress leaving me naked
“Uhhhhh fuck, you are beautiful darling” He smirked “More beautiful then i ever could have imagined you to be” He smirked slipping his hand into his pants to play with himself as he looked at me “I bet even jojen’s never seen you like this?” he smirked
“Never” I blushed
“Better not let him see, he’ll get jealous I got to look first” He smirked "Come on come back to bed my little flower" he smirked pulling me closer kissing me I giggled giving him kisses and running my hand down his chest "humm what are you up to?" He asked
"I just wanted to experiment" I smirk caressing the ties on his pants
“Did you now?” He smirked “well I will happily be your test subject my little flower” he coles
I giggled untiring his pants and slipping my hand in "'ve never touched a boys-”
“A boys cock?”
“A boys cock before" I blushed
“Not even jojens?”
“No, he never asks me to-”
“Why wouldn’t he? I’d want such a beautiful woman to touch me, as soon as we were engaged, if we were engaged I’d have moved you into my bed chamber in Winterfell and… done lots of things with you by now” He smirked
“I’m sure you would” I blushed
“So? What do you think?” He smirked
"are they always this big?" I giggled gently rubbing on his shift cock
"When your around" he smirked "uhhhh! Y/n" he groans "please don't stop... Keep going my little flower please" he begs grinding his hips against my hand
“Why?”
“I’m so close already just feeling your little touches, after so long”
“So long?”
“So long of little light touching below the furs watching my little flower " he smirked
"Why?" I ask
"Uhh because I love looking at such a beautiful girls" he smirked rolling his head back on the blankets he was using a pillow "uhh uhhh! More more please" he begs
"Are you an innocent Bran?" I asked
“Of course," he says quickly so I smirked kissing him “are you?”
“I am” I blushed
“How about we removed the burden" he smirked “together my little flower?”
“But jojen-”
“He won’t know any different when your married. And if he gets suspicious just…. Take care of him with your skills and he’ll never even question it” He smirked “Or if he does then hop on your horse to Winterfell and come share my bed, I’ll happily marry you and take care of my little flower forever”
“You mean it?”
“Of course”
“Okay” I blushed
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My Father's daughter pt 3
Tony Stark x daughter!reader
Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.
a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕
You were furious.
You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.
"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.
"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.
"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."
"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."
"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"
Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"
The two men cringe at the words
"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"
Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.
"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."
and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.
"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.
"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.
You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.
"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."
You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.
Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.
"A girl needs her mother"
*punch*
"Oh petal I wanted to call"
*punch* *punch*
"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"
*BANG*
You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.
"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."
You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.
"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."
You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.
"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.
You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.
"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."
You finally speak, "Why now?"
Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."
"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"
Pepper nods," I love you."
You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."
"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.
"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"
"Y/n we just ate!"
"Like an hour ago"
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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.
Which didn't bother you one bit.
But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.
"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.
"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.
"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.
"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.
"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.
"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"
"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.
"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.
Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?
Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."
"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.
"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.
"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.
Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."
""And did she apologize after?"
"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."
Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"
"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."
Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.
"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.
" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."
And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"
Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.
Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.
"So...Pepper-"
"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."
"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"
"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.
Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.
"I wanna see what happens."
Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"
"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”
Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.
Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices
"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."
"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.
"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.
"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"
She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.
You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.
"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.
You open the box to see...cupcakes.
"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.
You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."
Lie.
Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."
And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.
"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.
"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.
"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.
Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.
"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.
"Damian!" Christine scolded.
"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."
Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.
"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.
You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."
Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."
"Tt"
"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.
You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.
You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.
"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"
"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.
"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.
You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."
Cassandra scowls and looks away.
Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."
Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"
You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"
The whole family froze.
You knew? There was no way.
"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."
"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”
“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.
“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”
“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.
Bruce didn’t know how to feel.
On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.
But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.
“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.
You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”
Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.
You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.
“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.
The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.
But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?
“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.
”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”
Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!
“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”
You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”
“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”
You snicker, earning a few glares.
“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.
The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.
“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”
You were not good at this.
“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”
Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”
Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.
“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”
“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.
“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.
The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.
You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”
You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.
“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.
Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.
“Mother we cannot..”
“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.
“ Come on son.”
“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.
“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.
The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.
“Let’s go.”
They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.
“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”
You usher them in.
“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.
You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”
You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.
The room is silent.
“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.
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Hey, I just read your Levi alphabet headcanons and they were so good!! So in relationship to that I was wondering if you could write a sub! Levi fic with a humiliation kink. No pressure, and I love your writing :)
A/N: ah thank you so much! I'm really happy that you like my stuff!! ok sorry this has taken a while but I didn't want to mess this up, I've had so much fun writing this one and it turned out way longer than I expected :) hope you enjoy it!! sub levi is my fav so :P
warnings: nsfw content, d/s dynamic, dom reader, use of 'mistress' but aside from that reader's gender isn't specified, light bondage, crying, humiliation kink :)
You always seemed to know.
You could read him like an open book, and it surprised him every single time. You knew him better than anyone, sometimes better than himself. You could see straight through him, and there was no hiding from that.
Today was no different. It was written in his stiff demeanor, his unusually icy glare, the harsh bite of his words, everything about him expressing that he was on edge much more so than normal. Although he could always relax slightly more when it was just the two of you, today he hadn't yet dropped his cold facade for even a second.
Having had some free time for once in your busy life, you were sat in the armchair in the comfort of your bedroom, nestled in the corner with a book in your hands. Levi had unfortunately been called into a last-minute meeting, much to your dismay, so you waited patiently until he got back.
You heard the slam of the door shutting as he got in and looked up to see him enter, but it was a shock to see the scowl on his face. On any other day the smile you greeted him with would be reciprocated (even if it was only subtle), however that seemed beyond reach considering his bad mood. Your book was quickly discarded.
"Levi? What's wrong?"
Not bothering to look up at you as he roughly tugged his shoes off, he muttered, "Got given a fuck ton of paperwork to finish by the end of the week, plus I've got to watch over the shitty brats from the 104th tomorrow."
You gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry sweetheart. You still have today off though, don't you?"
"Yeah, but if I don't start this work now it won't get finished on time."
"You're going to overwork yourself. Take some time off."
He glared at you, anger smothering his features. "You think it's that easy? You think I don't want a day off? I've got shit to do, I can't just take breaks when I feel like it! Just fuck off and let me work!"
The second the words left his mouth and he saw the way you were looking at him, a wave of guilt washed over him.
"I...I..." He looked away. "Shit..."
Standing from the chair and walking in front of him, you gently took his hand, causing his eyes to flicker up and meet yours. "Levi, look at me. I understand that you're stressed, believe me, but I'm just wary of your wellbeing. You're human too, and even Humanity's Strongest needs a break sometimes." You pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest. "Think about this logically. If you work non-stop, then you won't be able to concentrate as well, will you? Plus, if you fall behind a little with paperwork, I'm always here to help. I don't mind doing extra if it helps you out. Do you understand?"
"I... don't want to be a burden on you."
"You aren't burdening me if I'm offering."
He nodded, then looked down. "I didn't mean to yell at you." His voice grew smaller, a telltale sign he was nervous. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Levi. I know it wasn't intentional."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, though quickly suppressed it.
"What is it?" You had a vague idea, since the same thing happened quite a lot when he was pent-up, but you wanted to be sure.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me."
"I just thought..." His cheeks got warmer and he mumbled, "Maybe we could try that thing we talked about?"
You cupped his face in your hand. "Are you sure you're up for it at the minute?"
"I need to... I need you to help me let go... just for a bit..."
"Ok then, if you're certain." You kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go and fetch a couple of things, stay put."
Levi stood in the middle of your shared bedroom, hands fidgeting in anticipation as he waited for you to return. This was a jump from what your dynamic usually was, but he desperately wanted to try it and you had happily obliged.
You soon returned, locking the door behind you, holding a neat coil of rope and something else that Levi couldn't quite see.
"This is new for us, so I'm not going to go overboard right away. Is that ok?"
Levi took a deep breath. "Mhm..."
"Remind me what your safe words are."
"Amber to slow down, red to stop everything, and hum the melody if I can't speak."
You smiled. "Good boy."
Placing your equipment on the table beside you, you sat down in the armchair and watched him for a moment, still fidgeting and not quite sure what to do with himself.
"Strip," you commanded, lacing dominance into your tone.
Levi blushed and began taking his clothes off, laying each article on the bed until he was completely naked. He stood before you, feeling incredibly exposed and subtly trying to cover himself.
You shook your head in disapproval. "You know better than that. Hands behind your back."
He hesitantly complied, now unable to hide his rapidly growing arousal, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Kneel." You gestured to the space in front of you and he followed. "Tell me why we're doing this."
He swallowed nervously. "Because I was mean to you."
"That's right. You took your feelings out on me, so we're going to fix that, hm?"
He nodded.
"Use your words."
"Yes mistress..."
"Good boy." You leaned closer, picking up the thing that Levi hadn't yet seen. "Open your mouth."
He did as you asked and soon found out what the object was. You fastened the ball gag securely and looked down at Levi, smirking at the sight. His eyes were wide as he grew accustomed to the foreign feeling, but he couldn't conceal the interested twitch of his cock in response to it.
"You're so pretty like this. Stand up, turn around, and keep your hands behind your back."
Once again following your directions ever so obediently, you picked up the coil of rope and bound his wrists together, before trailing your fingers over his hips. Levi shivered in arousal and tried not to lean into the touch. You knew how sensitive he was, particularly around that area, so you continued to focus your attention to his hips and his inner thighs; all too soon he was tense and shaking, and the second you pulled away he whined from the loss of contact.
"Patience." You turned him around to face you and leant back in the chair, patting your thigh in invitation. "Come here." He stepped closer, unsure of how to proceed, so you gripped his hips and pulled him down to straddle your leg. He whimpered at the sudden pressure on his cock.
"Do you want to cum tonight, sweetheart?"
Levi nodded eagerly.
"After your behavior today, you're going to have to earn it."
Seeing Levi's curious expression, you stroked one finger up his length, making him buck forwards into your touch.
"You're going to get yourself off on my leg, and I'm going to watch, understood?"
He nodded again, whining as you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"Good. Don't keep me waiting."
Levi wasted no time in grinding down against your thigh, immediately moaning around the gag at the feel of your rough denim jeans against his sensitive cock. It seemed that just having him in such a position was more than enough to get him worked up - your dynamic before had been rather gentle, with only a small power imbalance, so it was a sudden shift to now be in this position, with yourself fully clothed but with Levi naked, bound, and entirely at your disposal.
As you watched Levi rut desperately against you, you thought back to the moment he asked to try this. He told you that he wanted to be used, helpless, humiliated, although he had been rather shy about it to begin with. With the words almost failing to come out, he blushed deeply when you suggested trying it for the first time. You promised it would be a surprise, to keep him on edge with the anticipation and add to the experience when it finally happened, and you certainly hadn't disappointed him if his moans were any indication.
Every thrust of his hips teased him closer to the edge, and as much as you loved to touch Levi usually, this had to be something he did on his own. Knowing that this was all because of his own intense desire, that it wasn't you controlling his movements, that it was his decision to act like a bitch in heat, would only make his feelings of shame more pressing.
You never took your eyes off him for one second, content in the knowledge that it made him feel just that bit more vulnerable, until you glanced at the mirror mounted on the adjacent wall. Levi had clearly forgotten it was there in his pleasure-induced stupor, so you decided that it wouldn't hurt to remind him.
Gripping his chin carefully, you tilted his head to the side so he could see exactly what he looked like in that moment; the mirror was at the perfect angle to reflect every single thing he was doing, all his wanton desperation captured in that perfect image. Although he flushed red in humiliation, he couldn't bring himself to stop his actions, being forced to look himself in the eyes as he rode your leg, and he whimpered in embarrassment as he drooled around the ball gag.
"Look at you, Levi. You're pathetic, aren't you?"
His movements never faltered, but tears began to well up in his eyes as you kept him facing the mirror.
"Imagine if everyone else could see this, hm? Their mighty captain reduced to a needy little slut..."
He sobbed, droplets rolling down his face, and sped up, nearing his high.
"Do you need to cum, Levi?"
A frantic nod in response.
"Do you deserve it? Do you think you've earned it?"
More nodding.
"And you've learnt your lesson?"
A nod and a pitiful whine.
"Very good. Cum for me, Levi."
Tears streaming down his face, Levi moaned as he reached his peak and came with a sharp cry, the sensations all becoming too much for him to bear. He trembled as he came down again, panting and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder.
"You've done so well for me, sweetheart," You cooed, reaching behind him to unfasten the gag and untie the rope, putting them both back on the table and taking Levi's hands. He looked up at you and you wiped his tears. "How are you feeling?"
Still catching his breath, he nodded, pressing his forehead against yours. "It... it was really good."
"Not too much?" you questioned, stroking his hair.
"It was perfect... thank you mistress..."
"I'm glad. Now let's get cleaned up, then we can rest. Does that sound alright?"
"Mhm..." Levi smiled lazily and nuzzled against your neck. "As long as I'm with you."
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summary ─ “i’m so glad that we came across to each other,” bucky said. “it really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”
pairing ─ fuckboy!teacher!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ fluff, seeing each other after yeeeears later, coffee shop conversations, catching up, EPILOGUE
a/n ─ i said i wasn’t sure about writing this but i couldn’t stop myself because i want this soft and sweet closure for them without tears lol. thank you for all the love you’ve given me throughout this trilogy series. i’m really thankful. also i’m sorry for making y’all cry a lot djhfdjhf. this is the epilogue. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank you! i love you all <3
previous part ─ series masterlist
TEN YEARS LATER
You exhaled a sigh of relief as you threw yourself into your favorite coffee shop, finally getting the chance to escape from the scorching heat of the sun. Stepping away from the door, you closed your eyes for a second. The cool breeze of the air conditioning was hitting your face so nicely, you felt like you could cry.
Shivering lightly, you opened your eyes and walked towards the short line in front of the register. You deserved a grande coffee after the very busy day you had. Your eyes were hurting slightly because you’ve been looking at the computer screen for hours now.
“Thank fuck the weekend is here,” you murmured to yourself as you fished your wallet out. You heard the guy in front of you humming in an approving way, and you froze for a second. “I should have whispered,” you said, and the guy chuckled this time. Grimacing to yourself, you decided to shut up.
As you waited for your turn, you started to watch people around you. Everyone was either tired-looking or way-too-jittery-looking because of all the caffeine and sweets. Most of them had come here with a friend, you realized and frowned lightly. Inhaling the freshly brewed coffee smell deeply, you moved your eyes to the guy in front of you.
He was tall. He had dark brown, mid-length hair, it was a bit longer than mid-length, though, you noted. He had whites peppered in it, and it looked good. He had a navy colored suit on him. The suit jacket was hugging his broad shoulders very nicely, and the suit pants he had on was complimenting his thick thighs. You hummed silently to yourself. You moved two steps forward, eyes still on the guy, as the people on the register was done with their order. It was the guy’s turn.
“Hello,” he murmured, and you felt a lick of familiarity. “Can I get a black coffee, grande?” You frowned. The guy’s voice was familiar. You watched him grabbing a small protein bar. “And this.” The boy at the register nodded as he punched in the order, and the guy in front of you pulled his wallet to pay.
You saw the hand tattoo. Your eyes widened.
“Name?” The boy asked. The guy looked up briefly.
“James.” You watched his hand as he pulled out some money and gave them to the boy. He was wearing the rings from─
“Bucky?” You asked, surprise audible in your voice. Bucky startled, his shoulders went stiff and he turned around. His baby blue eyes bored into yours as they widened with surprised.
“Y/N?” He breathed. “Oh my God.” You let out a chuckle.
“There you go,” the boy said, handing out the extra money. Bucky cursed lightly as he took the money and stepped aside. Just as he opened his mouth, his name was called. You saw him clenching his jaw. Your smile widened. “What can I get you?” You blinked, returning to the real world.
“Cappuccino, grande. Non-lactose milk, please. No foam,” you said your order and handed out the money. The boy nodded. “Y/N,” you gave him your name without him asking for it. The boy worked quick; he told your order and gave your cup to the barista and handed some of your money back. You bid him good day before you walked towards where Bucky was still standing.
Goddamn, you thought. He looked good.
The whites in his hair were also in his stubble, covering his chin slightly. He looked grown, albeit a bit older, and the crinkles around his eyes made him look more handsome than he normally was.
“Holy crap, Y/N,” Bucky said, his eyes moving up and down on your body. “I can’t believe you still look as gorgeous as before.” You chuckled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks after literal years. “Not that I expected you to look bad, by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smiled. You grabbed your coffee when barista called out for you and turned to Bucky.
“Wanna recharge together in one of those tables?” You asked, pointing at the coffees. Bucky chuckled and nodded.
“Of course!” He said. “I would love to.”
Both of you walked towards an empty table near the café windows. After you settled, you looked at him. He looked happy, you realized. He didn’t look haunted or sad anymore. He looked healthy and happy if not a little tired.
“You look great,” you said softly. “You don’t look so… sad anymore.” Bucky smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, he nodded lightly.
“I’m… good,” he decided to say. “I swore not to lie to you again and I’m not gonna start that now,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t so good after our last talk, but time helped.” Bucky shrugged, his fingers were playing with his coffee cup. “I had time to focus on myself, and then my job. It kept me busy but also gave me some time to heal. So, I’m good.”
You smiled fondly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you murmured. “You deserve to be good, Bucky. I’m glad you’re now. I just hope you’ll be better soon.” You watched him blush, your smile widened and turned soft.
Bucky shook himself and straightened up on his seat. “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for ten years. Are you a cat mom or dog mom or a real one?” You let out a surprised laugh.
“Bold of you to assume I want to be a mother, Buchanan,” you deadpanned. Bucky grinned toothily. “…I have a cat,” then you added. Bucky chuckled.
“Knew it,” he said, snapping his fingers. You rolled your eyes. “’s fine. I have an asshole for myself waiting me at home.” He rolled his eyes like you. “I swear he hates me and wants to kill me, but he doesn’t because I feed him.” You laughed, almost snorting out your cappuccino. Bucky grimaced at himself and then chuckled.
“Murderous cats,” you muttered. “I had an encounter with them once or twice.” You nodded seriously. “She tried to trip me and scared me to the death, so.” Bucky giggled. “She’s the cutest, though.” Bucky smiled. He knew that feeling all too well. You sighed.
“How’s teaching? I see that you kept your tattoos, but goodbye piercings?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. Bucky grunted. It wasn’t a happy sound.
“Apparently, me having piercings might provoke the students to get the same look? They told that I cover my tattoos with my clothing but can’t hide my piercings, so they had to go. ‘s bullshit.”
“…It is,” you agreed because it was. “Your hand and neck tattoos are visible, and they were troubled with your piercings? Yup, bullshit.” He grunted again and sipped his coffee.
“Love the students, though,” he added without you asking. “They’re dumb sometimes and goofy almost all the time, but I love them.” He smiled. You could see that he really did love his students. He was great with children ─shocking, yes─ and seeing him being happy with his work was making you happy.
“I’m glad to hear that. You were weirdly good with kids,” you said, looking at him over your coffee. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “It was cute, don’t get me wrong. I just didn’t expect from someone who looked the way you did back in college and be good with kids. I was shocked when I learned that you were going to be a teacher.” Bucky snorted.
“I love teaching,” he defended himself with a faux-offended face. You grinned. “I enjoy telling them things that make them go ‘wow’ and love seeing them use what I taught.” He shrugged. “How is editing?”
“Ughhhh,” you groaned. “Don’t get me started.” He looked at you, eyes wide and half-grin visible on his face.
“Oh, okay,” he said and then giggled. “I feel like you have a lot of feelings bottled up in there.” He pointed your head, and you grunted like he did a couple minutes ago.
“People who don’t even know punctuation are sending me their works, and they are brave enough to tell me that they wanted it published.” Grunting even more, you sipped your coffee. “It’s a pain to read all the cringy, too fast moving works and editing. It feels like I’m re-writing their whole work.” Bucky frowned slightly, tilting his head to his side.
“Why do you work there, then?” He asked. “You could go back to school and do something extra? Or become a professor there?” You eyed him.
“I’ve been thinking about that for some time, now, to be honest,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie; you were thinking about going back to school and maybe spend a couple years there and start teaching. “Been looking up my options. I’m still not quite sure, but the idea is there.”
“Well,” Bucky said, draining his coffee. “Let me know. I might be able to help in some way, maybe.” You smiled.
“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. He sent you a cheeky wink. “Tell me more!” You exclaimed. “You told me you’re a cat dad, what else?”
“I’m an uncle,” he said and then wiggled on his seat because it still made him giddy. “I have like two nieces now, my sisters like to procreate.” You chuckled. “Oh, do you know Sam Wilson?” You frowned.
“From Psychology Department?” He nodded. “Yeah, I saw him a couple times.” Putting your cup aside, you leaned forward. “What about him?”
“He got married to Natasha, the Russian Literature girl? The one that we both found scarily hot?” Giggling, you nodded. He grinned. “Well, they’re married now, and have a daughter.”
“No shit,” you said.
“Yes shit,” Bucky kept grinning. “Steve’s gonna get married in two months. Someone called Sharon Carter─”
“Wait, is her aunt Peggy Carter?” Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Holy shit, I work at Carter Publishing. She’s my boss.” Bucky laughed.
“Okay, nice coincidence,” he murmured.
“Damn,” you whispered, making him laugh again. “Give me more gossip, please. I’m obviously hiding under a rock.” Smiling, Bucky leaned forward on the table, too.
“Alright, hear me out.”
─
You talked about everything and anything for hours.
Bucky talked about his job, about his students and his plans for future which included going back to school and becoming a professor or something, so that he could teach at a university. He also said that he was going to miss his ‘high school dumbasses’, but he wanted to become better at what he was doing. He also talked about his siblings, he had three sisters, and his parents a little. He showed you a couple pictures of his cat, a very pretty white cat named Alpine, and his parent’s dogs, two German Shepherds.
“They’re so handsome,” you exclaimed when you saw them. Bucky chuckled.
“They are,” he agreed. “They’re also old.”
“Bleh,” you blurted, making him laugh. You felt a satisfying, warm bubble building up in your chest as you bit your lip and watched him laugh. Your feelings for him were still there, still present. You never stopped loving him, and you knew you were always going to love him. He was the one for you, but your story wasn’t meant to be end together. You knew and accepted that now.
You told him about your life, your job and future plans, too. You talked about your doubts about going back to school, and Bucky somehow helped you soothe them. He encouraged you, told you that you were going to be amazing and it wasn’t late for you to go back to school. You thanked him as you moved onto talk about your cat. You showed him a picture like he did to you.
“You have a Siamese!” He cried out. “Damn, he is handsome.” You chuckled.
“He is, but he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever known,” you grumbled. Bucky giggled.
“Hey, cats are cats. They meant to be assholes,” he said.
“Hear, hear.” Both of you chuckled.
The silence fell between you was a happy and content one. You talked about things, made each other laugh and smile, and both of you saw that how much the other had grown. It was nice. Seeing him was nice.
“I know I apologized before, but I want to apologize again,” Bucky murmured softly after a while of silence. “I’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I put you through. I was an asshole, I know and see that now,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You smiled. Reaching out, you held his warm and large hand. The sense of familiarity consumed you.
“I have forgiven you years ago, James,” you murmured as softly as he did. He squeezed your hand. “Things happened, but both of us were still children.” Your smile became a little sad. “Obviously, we weren’t meant to be. I wish we were, though. I wish we were meant to be, but we are not. It’s okay. You’ve apologized before and owned up your mistakes. Thank you. I forgive you.” Bucky’s hold in your hand tightened just a bit more. You squeezed it right back. “I forgive you. It’s alright. We’re alright.”
Bucky took a deep breath. You could see that he felt lighter. His guilt must have been eating him alive, you realized, and your heart gave a painful thud at the thought.
“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that,” he said, slightly breathless. You just held his hand tighter and smiled wider. “I wish we were meant to be, too, Y/N. I─” He paused briefly. “I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I probably will never stop loving you. No one was you, and I doubt that someone will ever be you. I know now that we’ve grown out of each other. We might still love, yes, but…”
“It’s not enough anymore because even though we still love each other, that train took off,” you finished. He nodded. “So much has happened, and it changed us. Yes, Bucky, I get it. I still love you, too, and will always love you, but it’s not enough now.” He nodded again. Both of you sighed, feeling lighter and happier out of a sudden.
“I’m so glad that we came across to each other,” Bucky said. “It really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”
“Me too,” you agreed immediately. “I─” You held his other hand. “I’ve missed you, Bucky. It was very nice talking to you.” You looked at each other for a couple minutes before pulling back. You ignored how cold and empty your hands felt after he pulled his back. Standing up quietly, you grabbed your things. You walked out of the café together.
“I would like to see you sometimes,” Bucky said. “As friends. I would love to be your friend, Y/N.” You agreed. You didn’t want to deny him anymore. You wanted him in your life.
“I would love that,” you murmured and gave him your number. Bucky added you in his contacts and sent you a text.
“I will see you later, then,” Bucky murmured. It felt so good to say that, he realized. After saying goodbye to you many times, it felt amazing to say that he’d see you later. You smiled fondly.
“I will see you later,” you murmured back. Bucky gave you a nod and a large smile. Both of you bid good night to each other and walked opposite directions on the sidewalk.
This time, it wasn’t a goodbye.
This time, it was a promise to see the other again.
It was a nice, blossoming friendship.
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Title: Survival of the Fittest.
Pairing: Yandere!Bakugo/Reader/Yandere!Kirishima (BNHA).
Word Count: 3.6k.
TW: Apocalypse/No Quirks AU, Unhealthy Codependency, Non-Consensual Touching, Mentions of Death/injury, Non-Graphic Violence, Imprisonment.
You were lucky Kirishima had been the one to find you.
‘Find’ might’ve been the wrong word. It implied that he was looking, that he wanted to discover you, bleeding and battered and bruised, cowering in a grimy corner of what used to be a grocery store. It must’ve looked pathetic, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed by your torn clothes, your matted hair, the way you’d whimpered as he first approached, all wide eyes and open arms. Survivors were few and far between, and it’d been weeks since you saw another living, breathing person. Kirishima hadn’t seemed like a god-send, not in the moment, but he was a miracle. You’d been too shocked to thank him properly, as he pulled you to your feet and practically carried you out of the city, but you should. You wanted to. You owed him that, if nothing else.
You were lucky it’d been him, rather than Bakugo. You were grateful it hadn’t been Bakugo.
You’d probably still be rotting in that corner, if it had been.
He didn’t seem to like you very much, even if he had begrudgingly moved aside when Kirishima asked if he could bring you inside. It was a bunker, judging by the sparse furniture littered around the common area, plain cement walls only adorned with the occasional hunting knife or bat left to lean against them. The bench Kirishima had left you on was wooden, too stiff to ever be comfortable, but it was a practical choice. Fabric was a luxury to be stowed away and treasured, saved for things more important than a stranger’s comfort. You’d do the same thing, if you’d been in his shoes.
That didn’t stop Bakugo from glaring, though, perching himself on the edge of a nearby crate and refusing to take his eyes off of you, as if you’d already earned and lost his trust. “There’s no fucking advantage,” He started, but he wasn’t talking to you. You weren't worth his time, just yet, not while you were still just a stray Kirishima was too much of a saint to turn away. “We’re not a damn food bank. It’s not out responsibility to babysit every dumbass on the verge of death.”
“Don’t listen to him.” At least Kirishima was kind enough to address you as he slipped back into the common room, taking his place at your side and handing you something – a mug, cremated and unchipped and filled to the brim with something watery, steam still rising off the top. Your first sip was hesitant, but you couldn’t stop yourself from draining the cup once you recognized the taste. Coffee. Cheap, bitter, heavenly coffee, the kind you didn’t have enough clean water to risk trying to make. You could’ve kissed him. You might’ve, if the calm levity in his voice hadn’t snapped you out of it. “Katsuki’s just a little defensive, when it comes to guests. We’ve got plenty of supplies to go ‘round, and…” He trailed off, glancing over you. To the bruises circling your wrist, the stained bandages peaking out from underneath your shirt. To the spot where your ankle twisted just a little too far to the left for the angle to be natural, the evidence of a fall you tried and failed to break with something besides your own body. “I don’t think we can kick someone out in good faith with those kinda injuries. Not with all the crawler activity, lately.”
You flinched at the name alone. Crawler, creatures, the things that used to be people and weren’t, not now, not anymore. You used to think of them as zombies, but that wasn’t right. Calling them zombies would be an injustice, even if they did tend to rot if left to their own devices. Zombies weren’t that fast. Zombies weren’t that distorted. You’d encountered three or four, but you tried to avoid attracting them, when you could. It was easier, when you were on your own.
Bakugo groaned, bringing you out of your thoughts. You tried to stop your hands from shaking, as he spoke. “You’ve got a group to run back to, right? Nobody survives that long without one.”
You tried not to sound as small as you felt. Judging from the way Kirishima glanced away, it was a futile effort. “Nobody survives that long with one, either.”
Kirishima’s hand came to rest on your shoulder, and Bakugo crossed his arms, a sign that must’ve meant submission, judging by Kirishima’s optimistic response. “Just until your ankle’s healed up,” He promised, a compromise you hadn’t asked him to make. “You’ll stay until then, right? ‘d be a shame if we had to lose another person because of Katsuki’s bad attitude.”
There was a sharp ‘hey’, a barely stifled laugh, and slowly, you forced yourself to nod, immediately receiving a bright grin from Kirishima by way of reward. It was a practical choice, honestly – they had food, they had shelter, they didn’t seem to be grasping at threads just to get by. Even if Kirishima was a little too friendly and Bakugo wasn’t nearly friendly enough, you could life with that, you could get by. Once you’d worn out your welcome, you’d leave. As soon as you were fixed up.
You didn’t want to wait for things to go bad, this time.
~
Despite his reluctance, Bakugo didn’t take long to warm up to you.
Kirishima was still the approachable one, obviously. He was who you went to when you needed to find something, when you had a question about their ration system or weaponry or the parts of the bunker you weren’t allowed to go in, rooms with steel doors and deadbolts on the handle and a raw, metallic smell emanating from the other side, but Bakugo always seemed to be lingering just behind him, ready to scoff and roll his eyes before he took you by the wrist and explained that, if you expected to reap the benefits of their hospitality, you had to at least try to pull your weight. He was helpful, like that, his help less patronizing than Kirishima’s, albeit twice as easily frustrated. Still, he didn’t hate you. If anything, he seemed to—
“If you slow down one more time, I’ll feed ya to the damn bears myself.”
You sped up, reflexively. He didn’t hate you, but it wasn’t too late for him to start.
It’d been Kirishima’s idea for you to go hunting. You were still in a splint, the majority of your calf an abstract blend of medical tape and cloth padding, but you bit back the pain as you followed Katsuki down the rough, unpaved trail, gritting your teeth past the ache forming under your skin. It wasn’t a raid. If anything, you were only getting further from the city, working your way up the mountain their bunker was carved into the base of. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been concerned about the crossbow in Katsuki’s hands, the weapon already loaded and poised, but the hunting knife strapped to your thigh eased your nerves, as did his disinterest in doing anything but trudging forward. If he didn’t take the time to call back to you every few minutes, you might’ve thought he’d forgotten you were there entirely.
But, silence never suited you never well. Not with a near-stranger, at least. “You’re not afraid of crawlers?”
“This far out? Fuck no.” It was an immediate answer, quick and shameless. Like an amputation, if an amputation left you nursing a bruised ego rather than bleeding out. “There’s enough fresh meat in the city to keep ‘em occupied. Only the runts ever bother coming out here to look for scraps.”
“I would’ve been that meat,” You mumbled, absent-mindedly. It was an idle thought, more of an admission than an accusation, but judging by the way his posture slackened, how quickly his attention shifted to the foliage, he wouldn’t have cared either way. “If Kirishima hadn’t found me, I mean. God knows I look like an easy target.”
“You are an easy target. Just be glad he’s got a weak spot for charity cases.”
You opened your mouth, ready to ask what he meant, you lost your footing before you got the chance, slipping on the damp leaf litter as a spike of something agonizing ran from your heel to your knee. Bakugo didn’t flinch, letting you catch yourself on his shoulder as he raised his crossbow, barely taking a moment to aim before firing. You could feel the kick-back, a jolting reverberation that only seemed to make the wet thunk that followed a little worse, the sound of an arrow piercing skin and flesh.
You expected that. You were ready for it. But, you hadn’t been prepared for the deafening scream that came afterwards, heart-piercing and human. You moved to rush toward its source, but Bakugo only caught your arm, shaking his head. Like he’d missed, like he’d only killed a deer. Like there wasn’t a person thrashing in the underbrush, still crying out as he spoke over them. “Looters,” He explained, like that was an excuse. “We’ve been dealin’ with them for a while, now. ’s just a scout, but he would’ve been back with reinforcements if we let him run off untouched.”
Bile rose in the back of your throat. For your own sake, you chose to believe him. “So? We can’t just—”
“Yes, we can.” It wasn’t a question. He didn’t need your permission, and he didn’t want your compliance. He didn’t even bother to justify himself before he turned away, starting back on the trail as you stood, still too shocked to move. “C’mon, we’ve already lost enough sunlight, and I’m not wasting arrows on scum. The fucker can drag himself back to his hideout, for all I care.”
You could’ve argued. Bakugo didn’t seem to think the blow was fatal, but you could’ve checked, made sure, offer what might’ve been a dying man a few last seconds of company before he bit the bullet. You could’ve, part of you wanted to, but…
But then, Bakugo tossed a glare over his shoulder, and your attention was brought back to the crossbow in his hands, to the machete strapped to his belt, to how pitifully small your knife was, in comparison. You didn’t want to lose the trust you hadn’t really gained, just yet. You didn’t want to take that kind of chance, not when Kirishima wasn’t around to give you the benefit of the doubt.
So, you shut your eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the quiet sobbing in the background as you followed in his tracks.
~
Surprisingly, Kirishima was the first one to slip into your bed.
You told yourself it was a mistake, when he let himself into your room in the middle of the night, closer to sunrise than it was to sunset. None of the doors locked, thin plywood serving as more of a source of comfort than an actual barrier, and beyond your small collection of personal possessions and the bedside table you’d commandeered from storage, your room was identical to any of the eerily unoccupied barracks on the lower layers of the bunker. Still, you expected him to turn around, to see your sleeping form curled up in a corner of your cot and realize he had the wrong room. It was late, and he made a mistake. It didn’t have to be anything more.
But it wasn’t that late, and Kirishima never really made mistakes. He was too careful for anything like that.
At least he was being careful now, too, as far as you could tell with your eyes clenched shut, your breathing restricted to slow, shallow inhales that left your lungs feeling just a little too tight. He was gentle, if nothing else, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest and burying his face in the nape of your neck. You didn’t squirm, you didn’t push yourself away, but you must’ve been too stiff, too still, too rigid. He didn’t seem to buy the act, however desperate it was.
“’suki’s real proud of you.” His voice was tired, weighted down by exhaustion. Clearly, he wouldn’t be leaving. “He told me about yesterday. Says you were good, cooperative and all. He likes that kind of thing.”
You didn’t respond, digging your nails into the sterile, medical sheets. Your ankle throbbed, and you tried to focus on that, to justify it. To remember why you could still convince yourself to stay.
“He’s a big softie, though. We both are, but I don’t try to hide it.” There was a light squeeze to your side, the ghost of his lips over the crook of your neck. His breath was warm, compared to the bucker’s constant chill, and you tried to think of his smothering body heat as a small silver lining. “I think it’s sweet. Gets lonely ‘round here, y’know? You’re a good fit.” There was a pause, a chuckle. For a moment, you thought he might push a little further, hold you a tighter, but Kirishima only shook his head, going on with that same careless, tired lilt. “I knew you would be, when I first saw you. A fragile little thing like you could never survive out here, not all alone.”
He was half-asleep. He didn’t know what he was saying. He’d probably apologize tomorrow, if he even remembered. “I’m not going to stay for much longer. I’ll be on my own again, in another month.”
“We’ll see.” The cot’s barred frame creaked as he shifted, his weight coming to rest against your back – a constant, oppressive reminder of his presence. A memory flickered to life in the back of your mind, a familiar intimacy that’d been earned and asked for, but you pushed it away quickly. You didn’t want to think about things like that, not here, not when this was so one-sided, in comparison. “Get some rest. You haven’t been getting enough sleep, lately.”
You’d leave when it was safe to. When you healed. When you’d worn out your welcome and become more of a burden than a benefit.
You wouldn’t stick around long enough for things to get suffocating, this time.
~
It was a mutual decision, when Bakugo and Kirishima stopped you from leaving the bunker.
They didn’t ask. That was the part that stung, really, the thorn that started working itself under your skin the moment you caught them standing in the threshold, an empty duffle bag slung over Kirishima’s shoulder and a baseball bat tucked under his arm. Bakugo had his crossbow, a pistol you’d never seen before holstered at his hip, but that bothered you less than the way they were muttering, keeping their voices purposefully low. Like they knew how you’d feel, if you saw them. Like they wanted to avoid the tension.
You’d never been very good at picking up hints, though. Much less those you were desperately trying to ignore.
“You’re going out?” You called, approaching them before you could stop yourself, suppressing a yawn as you made a show of rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It was early, and you didn’t want Kirishima to know you’d already been up for hours. If he thought you were tired, he’d assume you were losing sleep, and if he thought you were losing sleep, he’d take it as an excuse to visit you at night, again. You… you didn’t like it, when he did. “Let me grab my stuff, it’ll only take a minute. If I knew you two were planning a raid today, I would’ve—”
Bakugo was the first to shut you down. “Sit this one out, alright?” It was a question, this time, but barely, his usual bluntness wrapped in a layer of kindness so thin, you could practically see through it. “’s just a quick supply run. We’ll be out and back before you notice we’re gone.”
“We’ve done this a thousand times,” Kirishima added, offering a small smile. At least he was trying to be nice about it, in his own, patronizing way. “It’s starting to get boring, honestly. It‘d be a shame to ruin all the progress you’ve made for something so minor.”
Right, your ankle. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d complained about it, the last time you’d been in enough pain to limp, even if Bakugo still insisted on tending to your ‘injury’ once a day, at least. The truth was glaringly obvious, even if they still made a half-hearted attempt to hide it, to let you avert your eyes and pretend you believed them.
You didn’t bother trying to hide your disappointment, your expression dropping as your nails bit into the meat of your palm. “You don’t think I can keep myself safe.”
In their defense, neither tried to deny it. Bakugo only looked away, and Kirishima smiled apologetically, his hand already pushing against the bunker’s metallic door. “We don’t want to risk it,” He explained, like you were a liability. Like you hadn’t survived out there for months without their help, injured or uninjured. “If something happened to you, if someone got to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. We both care about you, even if Katsuki doesn’t want to admit it.”
“It’s practical.” Bakugo didn’t look at you. It was a small mercy, really. At least he was self-aware enough to be ashamed. “You need more time. You fucked yourself up bad before Eijiro found you – all that doesn’t go away overnight.”
Expect, it hadn’t been a night. It hadn’t been a day, or a week, and you were starting to question if it’d even been only two months. It was hard to keep track of time, but the weather was already turning, every scrape and bruise Bakugo could’ve concerned himself with was already healed, and you’d already let yourself get comfortable. You’d stayed too long. You’d let them get attached, and you’d failed to make it clear that you weren’t.
You had to get out. Now.
~
Or, you could try to get out, at least.
You’d waited too long for Bakugo and Kirishima to just sit back and let you walk away.
They were stronger than you’d assumed. It was easy to forget what the human body was capable of, when you were so used to be exhausted and half-starved, but it wasn’t difficult to remember, not with Bakugo’s hands wrapped around your wrists, one of Kirishima’s arms splayed over your knees, stopping you from thrashing as they shoved you against a bed, a real bed, the frame wooden and the mattress more than just sponge and stuffing. It was one of theirs obviously, and if you’d stumbled onto it at any other time, you might’ve felt insulted, left out.
Right now, the only thing you could feel was terrified.
“Fucking bitch.” It was a grunt, a growl, followed by something close to a snarl as your elbow connected with his check. He was the one who’s caught you gathering up what little you had to take with you, a canteen already filled and strung across your back. It was on the floor, now, the metal dented and the contents spilling out, but if either of them minded wasting clean water, you couldn’t tell. They were busy, now, too busy dealing with you to worry about something so minor. Too angry to care, leaving you as the center of their rage. “We tried to be nice. We tried to give you a choice. You just couldn’t take the fucking hint, could you?”
“Let me go.” You couldn’t bring yourself to raise your voice, but you tried to come across as frantic, desperate, as betrayed and as disgusted as you really felt. “You’re both fucking crazy. I don’t want to—”
Kirishima didn’t let you finish, he’d never really bothered to. He was already shifting, leaning on one of your calves while grabbing at the other, calloused fingertips pressing into your newly-healed ankle, the remaining bruises still raw and tender. You cried out, more out of instinct than agony, but Kirishima only grit his teeth, rubbing circles into your skin, like that would be enough to soothe you. “We’re just taking care of you, alright? We’re just doing what’s best.” It was pointless to say, but the didn’t stop him from going on, rambling like he was going to convince anyone, including himself. “It’s dangerous, out there. You just need a little more time to realize that. You just need to see that ‘suki and I are your best option.”
They weren’t. They weren’t your best anything, but you didn’t have a chance to retort before Bakugo cursed under his breath, gathering your wrists up with one hand and forcing the other over your mouth, cutting you off before you could protest further. “Just do it,” He spat, all-but ignoring you as he spoke to Kirishima. “There’s no point in trying to explain this to someone so irrational. Let’s just get it over with before we have to do something worse.”
For a moment, you went still, a series of worst-case scenarios flashing before your eyes before you could rationalize them, before you could tell yourself to stay calm. For a moment, there was panic – pure, unadulterated, brutal panic.
And then, something cracked under Kirishima’s hand, and you forgot how to think of anything at all.
You let out a stilted, faltering sob, something akin to liquid fire running from your thigh to your calf to the point where everything stopped – everything below your ankle numb, disconnected, dead meat that still managed to hurt. The rest of your body went limp, your survival instincts gone and replaced with the unbearable desire to curl into yourself and cry, but Bakugo was still holding you, his arms strung around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as Kirishima slotted himself against your back, cooing soft nothings as you fought not to break down completely. They were talking again, both of them, but you couldn’t seem to listen. It didn’t matter.
Your ankle was broken. Not sprained, this time, not bruised, but broken. Shattered. Dislocated. Forced into a position that meant you’d be forced to stay, voluntarily or otherwise. Whether or not you could still stomach looking at Bakugo and Kirishima, let alone living with them.
You couldn’t leave, and you were beginning to think they were never going to let you.
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Day 52: Tattoos
When he left the Wizarding World, Harry hadn't thought too much about what would happen to Draco Malfoy after he testified for him at his trial.
If pressed, he probably would have assumed that Malfoy would have continued in his father's footsteps. He would have imagined well tailored suits and robes, long blonde hair, the same aristocratic nose tipped in the air.
So, perhaps his jaw all but hitting the floor when he saw the other man for the first time in five years was understandable.
And it wasn't the fact that he was walking into the muggle bar that Harry worked at that shocked him, it was the fact that Malfoy had trimmed his hair short on the sides and left the top long; it was that he'd dyed it hot pink.
It was the fact that his left arm had a muggle tattoo covering the dark mark that had once been there with beautiful, bright flowers; new life coming out of death. It was the dragon tattoo peaking out of the collar of his shirt, that Harry guessed, was shaped around his namesake constellation.
It was the loose, black v-neck, muggle t-shirt tucked into skinny jeans that were cuffed just above his ankles. And the three earrings in the cartilage at the top of his right ear.
It was that he looked nothing like the stiff, tidy, pretentious twat that Harry would have envisioned him growing into and it made Harry wonder what else he was wrong about.
Malfoy caught sight of him a few second later and literally froze in place.
"What can I get you?" Harry asked, giving him a little smile.
"Sorry," Malfoy said, cocking his head uncertainly, "You look like someone I used to know."
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And that was fair, too, Harry supposed. He didn't look anything like the scrawny, desperate teen he'd been the last time Malfoy saw him, either. Harry had grown a good six inches since then, his shoulders had filled out, he'd grown his hair long because the curls were less messy that way, he'd grown a beard that he kept short and tidy, and he had a few tattoos of his own. "You look like someone I used to know, too," he replied, "But you can't possibly be the same person that I thought I knew and I'm sure that I'm not quite what you thought either." He tilted his head at Malfoy, "What can I get you?" he repeated.
"What would you recommend?" Malfoy asked as he slid into a bar stool with a touch more caution than Harry liked.
"Do you like sweet drinks?" he asked, "I have this cotton candy drink that we make with cranberry juice and raspberry vodka," then he added, "And cotton candy, obviously."
"That would definitely be something I've never tried before," Malfoy replied with a little smile.
"Done." While Harry was making the drink he said, "So what brings you so far from home?"
Malfoy cocked his head, "I left home ages ago," he said. "Disowned, as a matter of fact."
Harry frowned as he reached under the bar to fetch the cotton candy, "What? Why?"
Harry saw him lift one shoulder casually before having to stick his head into the cupboard below to reach the bag of cotton candy in the back, "Apparently, Malfoys are allowed to make all sorts of mistakes and commit all sorts of atrocities, but being gay was just one step too far for them."
Harry bashed the back of his head against the bar in his haste to stand up, "Wait, you're-?" he started before registering just how badly that had hurt, "Ouch, fuck," he said, rubbing the back of his skull.
"Here," Malfoy murmured, holding out his hand, "Let me."
Harry leaned over and Malfoy gently cupped the back of his head and murmured something under his breath. A moment later a warm, tingly feeling suffused Harry's head and all of the pain disappeared.
"Wow," Harry said, rubbing the back of his skull again and feeling for any tender spots, "That was amazing."
Malfoy shrugged and Harry went back to working on the drink. "I was training to be a healer," he confessed softly so no one would overhear, "But then I had one too many people refuse to let me help them because of-" he broke off and shook his head, "Well you know."
"I'm sorry that happened to you," Harry said with a frown as he slid the drink across the bar. He was about to say more when Ben, one of his regulars, came up to the bar for a refill, "Hold that thought," he said, making his way over to get him another bourbon.
"This," Malfoy said, pointing to the drink Harry had made him when he returned a few minutes later, "Is actually quite tasty, Potter."
He laughed, "No need for the tone of surprise, this has been my job for nearly five years now. And you can call me, Harry," he added.
The corner of Draco's mouth tilted up, "Oh I can, can I?"
Harry nodded, "And I think I'll be calling you Draco."
"Bold of you," he said but he was smiling so Harry didn't take him too seriously.
"Gryffindor," he replied, pointing to himself with a wink. "So tell me about yourself, Draco," he said.
And to his surprise and utter delight, Draco did. He sat at the bar, sipping that martini before switching over to lemonade, all evening, telling Harry about his life and asking questions about Harry in turn.
One things led to another and by the time Harry was getting ready to leave, Harry was really not ready for the night to end.
"Can I walk you home?" Draco asked, apparently he wasn't ready for it to end either.
Harry smiled at him and nodded toward his house, they set off down the street talking about nothing. He only lived a few blocks away and they found themselves standing at the bottom of Harry's steps all too soon.
"Will you punch me if I kiss you?" Draco asked him.
Harry shook his head with a smile he couldn't quite hide, and leaned forward to meet Draco halfway. The moment their lips met, Harry's veins felt like they'd been set on fire. He reached out and clasped the fabric of Draco's t-shirt in his hands and pulled him forward, crashing their bodies together.
"Come inside," Harry begged against Draco's lips.
Draco pulled back, brow furrowed slightly, "You want this? With me?"
"Godric, yes," he groaned. "Please."
The other man gave him a breathless little smile and Harry dragged him up the stairs and straight to the bedroom.
Afterward, Harry got up to order them some pizza and when he returned, Draco was laid on his back on the bed, his pink hair fanned out across the pillow, Harry couldn't help but think that his body looked more gorgeous than any work of art he'd ever seen. And Harry sat up beside him admire him better, "I thought this one was your constellation," he murmured triumphantly, stroking his fingers over the dragon that curled over his collarbone and up his neck.
"Well spotted," Draco said, a smile in his voice.
He brushed his fingers over the snitch on Draco's chest, "I've got one of these, too," he murmured, leaning a bit so Draco can see the snitch he has on his own hip.
"Yes, I noticed," Draco replied, giving him a little smirk, "What does it say under it?"
"I open at the close," Harry said.
Draco hummed, "You'll have to tell me the story sometime."
"I'd like that," Harry told him, surprised to find that it was true since he'd never wanted to talk to anyone about the war. He trailed his fingers over the flower that had been tattooed over Draco's heart. "For your mum?" he asked.
He gave him a sad smile and nodded, "The black narcissus."
"These are for my parents," he told him, pointing to the antlers adorned with lilies along his collarbones.
"What are these ones?" he asked, trailing his fingers over the Marauder's map style footprints on his bicep and shoulder.
"These," he said, twisting to show Draco that they wrapped around his shoulder and onto his back, "are names of the people who have held me up, some of them still living, and others who live on in me." He grinned at him, "I'll show you the map they're modeled after the next time I have it out."
"Do you have any others?"
"Yeah," Harry said, collapsing onto his back so he could show Draco his ankle, "Deathly Hallows on my ankle."
Draco's fingers brushed lightly over his skin and Harry's spine tingled pleasantly.
"Do you have others?" he echoed
He nodded and rolled over onto his stomach and Harry had to hold back a gasp, "Beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers lightly over the wings covering Draco's shoulder blades.
"They're to remind me that I am free. I made my choice to fly instead of staying shackled."
"They're beautiful," Harry repeated.
Draco reached back and pointed to his neck and Harry's eyes followed to a compass. "To remind me that I choose the direction of my life from here on out."
"I love that," Harry replied, flopping back down on the bed next to Draco. "I'm planning my next one."
"Oh?" Draco asked, turning his head to the side and resting it on his forearms so he could look at Harry.
Harry nodded, "A constellation as well, Sirius, and wolfsbane incorporated somehow."
"Are all of yours for people, then?"
"Yeah," he replied, about to say more when the doorbell rang. "That'll be the pizza. Do you want to eat in here or in the kitchen?" he asked as he stood up and started looking for a pair of pants to put on to answer the door
"I should go-"
"Draco," he said, leaning in and stealing another kiss, "Stay. Please."
"For how long?" Draco asked.
The doorbell rang again and Harry stumbled into his boxers, "For as long as you want. Stay forever if you like."
And he was surprised to find that he was only half joking.
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hi val can you maybe write something about the reader being dared to kiss peter/tom/arvin (you choose) since her friends knew that she has a big crush on him, but once she did he seems disinterested after which makes her sad, but what she doesn't know was after she kissed him, he practically runs to his friends freaking out that the girl he's had his eyes on this whole time just kissed him??
kiss and tell
w/c: 1.8k
warnings: like one swear and awkwardness
a/n: yeeee i went with peter! this is adorable :,)
“i can’t!” you scold betty and her annoying smirk. you’re bored at lunch, so liz suggested the three of you play truth or dare. you’d made the mistake of choosing dare. in your defense, betty is the nosiest person in all of midtown, so you thought you were dodging the bullet and guarding your deep dark secrets. how could you have known she’d make you do... this?
“that’s so, like, forward. he’s gonna freak out.” you glance over at peter’s table to see what he’s up to before you possibly scar him. he’s laughing along at a heated conversation ned and mj are having. the way his face lights up, and his eyes crinkle as a smile crosses his features, it gives you butterflies throughout your whole body.
“in a good way,” liz grins her most charming grin at you. it’s not working this time. you roll your eyes up to the ceiling. “i thought you liked him,” betty huffs, gesturing over to peter and keeping her eyes on you. “all you do is talk about how he’s so cute and smart, and his lips look so soft-“ “i never said that!” you look at her with wild eyes. liz bites her lip to hold in a laugh. “the last part, i mean,” you clarify in a murmur.
liz puts a hand on you and pats your shoulder knowingly. “you’ve probably thought it, though. i’ve seen you checking them out.” there have been quite a few times your gaze has landed on peter’s lips, watching them curve while he talks to you about some new science theory he’s excited to share. you end up zoning out and pretending you retained any of what he said. betty puckers her own lips at you.
“you wanna kiss him,” she insists in a sing song voice, resting her chin on your other shoulder. “i’m doing you a favor.” “you’re really not gonna change the dare?” you sigh, your friends leaning on you in support. liz taps your cheek. “so, you don’t wanna kiss him?” “there’s no way,” betty comments from your side. “no, i...” you start, focusing in on peter again.
he meets your eyes across the cafeteria. his smile fades slightly, then a shy one is replacing it, ned dragging him into his and mj’s debate. you turn back to liz and betty.
“i do, but do you think he wants me to?” you ask them both, and they share a you have to be kidding look. “only one way to find out.” liz gives your shoulder a nudge. betty beams at you. “i triple dog dare you now, so you have to.” considering your options, you bounce your leg up and down. you’ll either get the nicest rejection ever from peter or a kiss back. you can handle this.
“ok, i’ll do it,” you decide, betty clapping her hands and squealing. liz throws an arm around your neck. “yay! i love love.” “let’s calm down,” you giggle so she doesn’t get too carried away. you and peter haven’t even established that you like each other. “i’m calm, i’m calm. do you need to borrow chapstick?” she offers, betty simultaneously pulling a tube out of her purse. “or lip gloss?”
you’re appreciating their over involvement now.
“both,” you breathe out, letting them get you ready for your big kiss.
liz and betty send you good luck wishes in a hushed tone while you make your way to peter’s table. mj went to get a snapple, and ned went with her so they could continue whatever argument they’re in. that left peter by himself. it’s almost like this is meant to happen.
“hi,” you greet peter, making him look up at you with raised eyebrows. he notices right away that your lips are shiny, more so than usual. a color that you always seem to bring to his face takes over his cheeks. “hey. you wanna sit?” he gives you a small smile. you return it. “yeah, sure. thanks.” instead of taking the bench across from him like he assumed you would, you find your place next to him.
he doesn’t mind.
“how’s your day been?” you wonder, body turned towards him while he answers. peter scrunches his nose. “kinda busy. i got so much homework in spanish tonight, and i’ve been putting off this essay about...” you do the thing you do every time he goes off on a sort of tangent, watch his lips. lucky for you, that’s the whole point today. “i don’t know. all i have so far is the intro-“
you cut peter off with a kiss. liz and betty cheer to each other the second it happens. peter doesn’t move, only freezes up as you press your glossy lips to his and grab his shoulders. it takes a few seconds for you to realize he’s not kissing back. his arms are stiff at his sides, eyes wide in shock. absolutely humiliated, you pull back, moving as far away as you can.
“fuck, i’m sorry. i should’ve asked you first,” you apologize, voice shaking. you’re already getting to your feet. peter blinks a few times, grounding himself back in the moment. “no, no. it’s okay. i-“ “that was weird, i know. you don’t have to lie or make me feel better.” he furrows his eyebrows, in a way that seems regretful even though you’re the one who messed up. “i’m trying to tell you, y/n. it’s fine. we-“
ned’s voice fills the room, making you snap your head in his direction. him and mj are coming back. you need to get out of here before you embarrass yourself even more.
“i’m gonna go. i’m sorry,” you mumble out, running back to your table, where liz and betty are instantly asking what’s wrong and if you’re alright. peter licks his lips that are now coated in your gloss and clenches his jaw. he’s pissed. not at you, at himself. it’s clear because mj brings attention to it when she sits down.
“what’s up with your face?” she narrows her eyes at him, popping the cap on her snapple. ned elbows peter in his spot next to him. you were just there less than a minute ago. “you okay, dude?” he checks. “no.” peter closes his eyes in frustration. “what’s wrong?” ned kicks mj’s foot under the table so she’ll stop making out with her drink and help him.
“i... y/n kissed me,” peter admits, sounding oddly upset about something everyone knows he’s been hoping would happen. “she what?” ned gawks. “isn’t that a good thing?” mj points out. “you love her.” “like her,” peter corrects and chews the inside of his cheek. “whatever. shouldn’t you want her to kiss you?” she takes another sip of snapple, passing this off to ned.
“yeah...” is all ned says. he awkwardly rubs peter’s back while mj tries not to snort. “that’s not the problem. i didn’t kiss her back, and she took it as me not being into it,” peter shakes his head as he recounts your weird moment. “which i was,” he tells them for the record. ned makes a funny face at him. “so why didn’t you kiss back?” “no shit she ran away,” mj mutters to him. she saw that part.
“because i wasn’t expecting it!” peter frowns at his friends’ reactions and at what he did. “you guys know how much i like y/n. i can’t believe i screwed this up so bad.” mj squints in mock confusion. “i can.” she quickly drops her sarcasm for encouragement after that. “ok, seriously. just go find her and apologize.” “maybe kiss her this time,” ned chimes in.
“if she really likes you, she’ll get it.” mj smiles genuinely, nodding back at your table. ned gives him a push forward. “you got this, dude. come tell us all about it after.” a rush of confidence enters peter from their advice. he’ll fix this. “thanks, guys. here i go.” he shoots up from the table, ned and mj getting back into their debate once he’s out of sight.
betty is hugging you way too tightly when peter gets over there. she goes on about how much peter sucks, overcompensating because she’s the reason you kissed him. you only hum in response. you don’t have the heart to tell her you blame yourself. only liz notices peter come over, so she talks on your behalf. “oh, hey,” she says drily. “hey. can i talk to y/n?” peter gets out, twiddling with his thumbs nervously.
she has to decide if she’d rather go into protective friend mode or let him. from your unenthusiastic responses to betty’s hate rant, she figures you’d like to hear him out.
“come on, betty,” liz takes her arm suddenly, betty trying to pull it back. “what? why?” “i’m gonna buy you ice cream. let’s go.” that’s her cover. peter shoots her a look that says thank you, liz pressing her lips into a line and dragging betty along. betty sees peter standing in front of your table and glares at him, liz walking faster. you don’t get the chance to ask them where they’re going because they leave so fast.
the bench dips down on one side of you, making someone’s prescense known. you’re surprised to find it’s peter. you talk first.
“if you’re gonna apologize, don’t. it was my fault-“ “you never let me finish earlier,” peter interrupts, the hint of a smile on his face. his clammy hand links with one of yours. “what were you gonna say?” you ask quietly, peter threading your fingers together. your heart is racing at the simple touch. “that i like you,” he replies at the same low volume. “and, that i wanted to try again.”
he’s sitting a lot closer to you than you realized. you welcome it, your hands in between you two on the bench. “i like you too... try what again?” you question, although you hope and pray it’s what you think. “kissing,” peter says what you were hoping and praying for. “wasn’t ready the first time.” you’re about to go into cardiac arrest as he rests his forehead on yours, curls brushing your face. a few broken up breaths escape him.
“can i?” he nearly whispers, warm hand still gripping at yours. “yeah,” you agree before your eyes flutter shut. he wastes no time, parting his lips and brushing them against yours gently, you reciprocating. he kisses as sweetly as he is, his free hand on your cheek and fingers careessing your skin. your other hand ends up on the back of his neck. you grin against him, lips detaching momentarily so you can engage him in another kiss.
peter doesn’t hesitate to kiss back this time, nose nudging yours as he moves in more. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck and laugh into the kiss, reminding him you’re in school. he pulls back with a chuckle, but keeps his forehead on yours and your hands in each other.
“sorry. got too excited,” he laughs out, you leaning into his open palm. “i told you don’t apologize.”
liz and betty joined ned and mj at some point. the four of them are whistling at you and yelling out suggestive jokes. they’re too much. but, to be fair, you owe this all to them.
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