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captain19cb97 · 1 year

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Hi again lol I know I just asked for a story 🤦🏻‍♀️🙈but you wrote so good that I have another idea . Could you write some fluffy fluff again with a bit of angst if you could write of jungkook feeling sick and sad or depressed and girl y/n sees that and she cuddles him with a fluffy blanket and reminds him why she loves him and she also asks him why he loves her and she gets surprise by his words and is shocked that someone loves her because she never thought anyone could love her ect . and basically something warm and comforting.

Well, hi again! Lol Don't apologize, I love that you enjoyed your story so much you wanted another one! Be greedy with your love of stories and ideas, even if it's not me you're asking to write for you.

I hope I was able to do it justice again this time. 💜

Requests are open!

-Em

Not Alone :: JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k (It was like I couldn't stop🙃)

Genre: Fluffy Fluff/Comfort/ very slight Angst, like you have to squint to see it

Warning: Self-doubt, allusions to depression and depictions of lack of self-care, cursing (ass, damn), lack of communication. Crying. If I missed anything, as always, please tell me so I can fix it.

A/N: If you're ever feeling alone, or depressed, or anything similar, please know that there is always someone there for you. I know that sometimes, it might not feel like there is, and that when you feel alone, your mind tells you all sorts of things, but you are never alone, and sometimes, our minds lie to us because we're hurting and it's the only thing that makes us feel more, even if it's more pain. You are always loved more that you think you are. There is always someone who would rather listen to you break down and tell them what is wrong, then to ever be without you. I love you, and if you need someone, come here and talk to me and I will listen, to whatever you want to tell me. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I hope you enjoy!

Being in a relationship was still new to you, especially one where you found yourself still second guessing a lot of the things that other people probably wouldn’t even blink at.

You’d been with Jungkook for almost 5 months now, and you guys had been friends for about a year before hand, so you had an inkling of how things would be between you both. What you hadn’t expected though, was Jungkook practically dropping off the face of the earth one night- to the point that even the guys hadn’t heard from him in a couple of days and had called you to find out what was going on.

You shook your head, knowing the man on the other end of the line couldn’t see you, as you sighed softly, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, I haven’t talked to him either. Not since Saturday night.”

He made a surprised noise, “You guys haven’t talked in 4 days? Like at all? Did you guys break up or something?”

Your eyes widened slightly, “What? No, of course not. At- at least, I don’t think we did. We didn’t have a fight or anything.”

“What happened on Saturday?” He asked.

You leaned back into your couch as you thought back to the last time you’d seen Jungkook. You’d gone over to his place for dinner after you got off of work, he’d told you that he missed you and just wanted to spend some time with you, and of course, you weren’t going to deny him that- not when you had been thinking the same thing.

Dinner was great, he’d cooked and you guys had a couple drinks, watched a few movies and then when you begrudgingly told him that you needed to go home, he’d called you car since he’d picked you up from work. He was reluctant to let you go, but he knew that you had work in the morning, so, he waited downstairs with you, pulling you into a sweet kiss before you climbed into the car, and he waited until it pulled away, before he went back inside.

“He picked me up from work and made me dinner.” You told Namjoon, frowning slightly, “He didn’t seem like anything was wrong, other than him not wanting me to leave that night.” You commented softly.

Namjoon sighed on the other end of the line, “Okay. If you get ahold of him, please, let one of us know. And we’ll let you know, if we get ahold of him.”

You nodded to yourself, “Yeah, okay. I’ll try to call him as soon as we’re off the phone.”

“Okay. Thank you, Y/n. Bye.”

“Anytime, Joon. Bye.” You sighed again as you dropped your phone to your lap.

You’d been slowly growing more worried, the more days passed without so much as a word from Jungkook, but you figured that he was just really busy with something and that he’d tell you about it when he could. This wouldn’t be the first time something like that was the reason he hadn’t talked to you for a day or two.

But 4 days? And with the added fact that you guys were dating now, it didn’t sit right with you.

You’d texted him a handful of times over the last few days- good morning texts, things that reminded you of him that you wanted to show him, good night texts- the most recent one had been right before Namjoon had called you, you texted Jungkook and just asked if he was okay.

But it still went unread when you looked before you quickly called his phone. When you got his voicemail, you sighed before you waited for the beep.

“Hi, Kookie, I’m getting worried, love. Are you okay? If you need anything, please tell me. The guys are worried about you, too.” You paused for only a second, “Please talk to me, tell me you’re alright.”

After you hung up, dropping your phone back onto the table in front of you, you quickly made the decision that you were going to just go over to his place and check on him. Namjoon had told you when he first called you, that Jungkook hadn’t been to the company since Monday, and that was enough information for you to know that he was home because they’d know if he had left the city.

You moved around your apartment quickly, snagging the hoodie you’d stolen from Jungkook’s closet on Saturday and throwing it on over a long sleeve shirt, you’d changed out of a pair of shorts you only wore at home, and into a pair of sweatpants. When you’d gotten back into the living room, you noticed your phone had just lit up, Jungkook’s personalize text tone ringing out before the screen went black again.

You about dove for your phone, unlocking it as you dropped onto the couch.

Kookie Monster 🍪 [4:54 p.m.] I don’t need anything.

You frowned at the words, not knowing how to respond at first. You thought about calling him again but decided against it, you were still going to go over to his place so you could talk to him face to face, and really know what was going on.

So you locked your phone and as soon as your shoes were on, you were out the door and calling for a car to his place.

The drive felt longer than usual, and you chalked it up to your nerves, but you’d taken a couple minutes and texted Namjoon and told him you were just going to go check on Jungkook instead of waiting around for him to answer someone- also waiting to tell him that Jungkook had answered you. You wanted to make sure you could give the guys answers finally, and get some answers for yourself, too.

After paying for the ride, and thanking the driver, you headed inside, politely greeting the people in the lobby as you moved towards the elevator. You didn’t know why you were so nervous all of a sudden, but as you leaned against the rail as you took the elevator up, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

“Did you guys break up or something?”

Namjoon’s words had been swirling around in your mind since he’d said them. Truthfully, you were scared that Jungkook had decided that he didn’t want to be with you anymore finally, and that him having not talked to you since you left last weekend, was his way of breaking things off.

You remembered when Jungkook had asked you out the first time. You’d gotten upset with him because you thought it was a joke and you’d left the company that day in tears- unknowingly leaving a rather bewildered Jungkook, rooted in the same spot as you stormed away.

When he showed up at your apartment that night- morning- at almost 1 am, and told you that he hadn’t been trying to play a joke on you, that he really meant it and that he wanted to take you to dinner and give you flowers and actually date you, you’d cry some more and apologized profusely that you had even thought he’d ever do that to someone in the first place.

You’d slowly been waiting for the day that he decided he didn’t want you anymore though, and it was through no fault of his. You just couldn’t seem to believe that someone would want you, the way Jungkook acted like he does.

Did. You thought as you stood in front of his apartment door. You had to remind yourself that he hadn’t talked to you in days. How can you say you want someone, when you don’t even acknowledge their existence?

You took a deep breath and raised your hand to knock on the door. The material felt hard against your knuckles as the sound echoed slightly around you, and you waited with bated breath, to hear anything from inside the apartment.

After a long, few seconds with nothing, you raised your hand to knock again, but right before your skin made contact with the door, it swung open, revealing the man who looked everything like your boyfriend, and yet nothing like him at all.

He had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was the messiest you’d ever seen it- and you’d worked out with him before- his clothes were the same ones he’d been wearing on Saturday. The only difference now was that they were wrinkled to high heaven and disheveled more than you’d ever seen on him.

Jungkook was many things, many wonderful things, but the man in front of you, staring down at you with exhausted, bloodshot eyes, didn’t look anything like the man you knew. This man looked like he hadn’t slept in days, but yet, also looked like somehow all he did was sleep.

Existing somewhere in limbo even as he stood there, chest heaving slowly as he looked down at you with dim eyes.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough, like he hadn’t spoken in a while, and it was harsh- harsher than he meant it to sound when he noticed you flinch slightly at the tone.

“I was worried about you.” You whispered, looking him over again. “You haven’t talked to anybody in days, you haven’t been to the company in days, either. Namjoon called me wanting to know what was going on, but I’m just as worried as they are, because I don’t know any more than they do.”

He couldn’t even meet your eyes, stepping aside enough for you to come inside and discard your shoes. He closed the door behind you, once you were far enough, before he ambled back through his dark apartment and into the living room.

“I’m fine.” He told you, stopping before he even got to the couch, “You didn’t have to come over. I told you I didn’t need anything.”

You slowly scanned the apartment as you followed behind him. You noticed things sitting on the kitchen counters than had been there the other night, now mixing with new things that had also been left out, left lying around and forgotten about or ignored. There were dishes everywhere, food wrappers and containers from takeout places littering every surface.

And in the middle of all of it, was Jungkook, looking down at you with a heartbreaking expression that countered his words, when you finally met his eyes again. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his eyes never really able to hide the emotion behind them, and right now, he was pleading silently for something, anything but what his mind was telling him you were going to say.

Even in the darkness of the apartment, you could see his eyes beginning to shimmer with unshed tears, you could see the tremble of his bottom lip even as he pulled it between his teeth, chew the skin raw as you stared back at him with soft eyes, your heart breaking in your chest at just how small and fragile the man in front of you truly looked.

“Baby, what’s going on?” You asked softly, slowly moving to sit beside him on the couch.

He looked away again, more shame filling his body with every second that passed that you continued to look at him as he sat silent.

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded with him, “Talk to me.”

You gently took his hand in yours, his skin warm to the touch like always- you loved how he ran warmer than you did, you loved how comforting it felt when you two cuddled.

“What do you want me to say, Y/n?” He asked finally, his voice a rough whisper as you linked your fingers together.

“Whatever you want to tell me, love. I’ll listen to anything.” You assured him. Slowly you reached up, cupping his jaw and turning his head so you could actually look at him, and you gently swiped a falling tear from his cheek when he let you. “Where did you go, hmm?” You asked softly, noticing the far off look in his eyes as they roamed your face. “What’s going on in your head, baby?”

Another tear fell, then another, and then all at once, his shoulders dropped and you were pulling him into your chest and wrapping your arms around his body as tightly as you could, hoping that you could piece him back together if he asked you to.

“I’m sorry,” He cried, his face buried in your shoulder as his grip tightened on your body. “I’m so sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your hand over his hair in a small attempt to tame it as you repeatedly told him it was okay.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love, nothing at all. Okay?” You muttered, “Whatever is going on, isn’t anything you can’t get through.”

“How-“ He sucked in a breath, “How do you know?” he questioned, no malice in the words as he struggled to even get them out.

You smiled softly, picking his head up to look at him, “Because I know you, and I know that you’re going to get through it. I’ll help you, okay?”

He nodded before you pressed your lips to his forehead, and after taking another shaky, and uneven breath, he told you everything- everything that he’d been feeling for longer than it felt like he’d been feeling it, and with each thing he told you, your mind already had a counter argument to it. No matter what it was, or how much it broke your heart to hear him say it.

Finally, when he went quiet, the only sound being his staggered breathing, you carefully sat you both up and moved to get off the couch.

He panicked, his eyes widening as he gripped your hand in his, “Where are you going?”

You cupped his jaw and smiled, “Just to get a blanket for us, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” You waited until he’d dropped your hand to walk down the hallway towards his spare room where he kept all his extra bedding and things.

You searched for a few minutes, moving from the spare room and into his bedroom before your eyes landed on the blanket that you had deemed the best one that he owned- it was dark grey, big enough to cover his whole king sized bed and it was the fluffiest and softest blanket you’d ever held in your life.

You loved it, even when you guys were still friends, always stealing it when you’d come over if the apartment was even slightly chilly, and every time Jungkook saw you wrapped up underneath of it, his heart would flutter at how cute you were, and how utterly fallen he was for you and everything you did.

He’d even started calling it your blanket, because you used it more than he did- until you started dating, and he started leaving it out in the living room even if you weren’t over, because it smelled more and more like you after every use, and he found comfort in the way that you were around, even if you physically weren’t.

You gathered the material in your arms, and made your way back out to the living room, smiling at Jungkook when you realized he’d been staring down the hall at you the second you stepped out of his room with the blanket.

“So I had an idea,” You started softly, standing in front of him, the giant blanket spilling from your arms, “How about we sit here, cuddled up nice and cozy, while I tell you a few things?”

His shoulders moved up and down as he took a deep breath, glancing up at you with curious eyes, “What things?”

“Things I think you need to hear.” Was all you offered up, as you sat back down next to him. “Yes or no?”

He watched you flatten the blanket out a little bit before you opened your arms to him, and nodded, colliding into you once again as you wrapped your arms around him.

Once you both were settling, comfortable in each other’s arms, laying across the whole couch, you took a deep breath as you slowly weaved your fingers through his hair.

“I’ve learned a lot of things about you since we met, but my favorite things I’ve learned, have been since we started dating.” You spoke softly, watching him tilt his head up enough to look at you as you talked.

“I always thought you were an incredible person; generous to a fault, love making people laugh and happy. You love helping other people, doesn’t matter with what, or how. You’re strong, both mentally and physically, you’re sweet and kind and you are genuinely such a good person. You put your heart into everything you do, even if it’s just picking me a cup of coffee before you surprise me at work.” You let out a soft laugh, “And with all of those things, you make it easy for people to love you.” You took a quiet breath, running your finger along his jaw softly as you smiled at him.

“You make it so easy to love you, you know? It’s like breathing. Whenever I look at you, things seem brighter and clearer, and when you hold me, my whole body feels warm- like I’m sitting on a blanket in the park, underneath the sun.”

You watched his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and continued, “You take up a part of my heart that I didn’t even know was empty before you, and it was like it always belonged to you. To see you hurting so badly, and alone, and not even knowing that you were drowning,” You frowned softly, your eyebrows pinched together as you held his chin in your hand, “God, that breaks my heart, baby. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like you had to deal with this alone.”

His eyes began to tear up, and he sat up enough to lean over you, grabbing the side of your face as he took a deep breath, “I didn’t know how to tell you.” He admitted softly, the waver in his voice catching himself off guard, “It’s always been easier to just go it alone.”

“But you don’t have to, Kookie.” You shook your head, looking up at him, “Let me help you, please? Let me take care of you when you feel like you can’t do it. Let me help you through this.”

He just stared down at you for a moment, before a small, sickly sweet grin found its way to his lips. He gently rubbed his thumb along your cheek, “You said it’s easy to love me.” He mumbled, “You love me?”

You felt your cheeks flush, as you realized you had indeed said that, and meant it of course. Leave it to you to be the one who says it first. You nodded just a little, watching his smile widen, his tears long forgotten by now as he peered down at you.

He took a breath, releasing it through his nose, “I love you, too.” He whispered, leaning down towards you just enough to brush his lips against yours.

“Y-you do?” You stuttered, watching him pull back to look at you fully. Confusion written in his eyes at how much surprise was in your question.

“Why are you surprised?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “Were you expecting me to not fall in love with you? With everything you do for me?” he questioned.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, watching as realization flashed in his eyes when you just continued to stare up at him.

This isn’t supposed to be about me. It’s about him, he’s the one upset. Fix it! You yelled at yourself, as he sat up both up, much like you’d done earlier.

“Baby?” He said softly, taking your hand in his, “Did you really think I wouldn’t love you?”

You couldn’t look at him, feeling guilty for letting your brain push those thoughts at you constantly.

He grabbed your face, making you look at him, “Hey, if I’m not allowed to listen to the horrible thoughts in my head, why do you get to, huh?” He shook his head, “No. You have no idea how much I love you, how long I’ve been dying to tell you that, but I always held back because I was worried it would scare you away if I said it too soon.”

Your eyes roamed his face for a moment, watching his tongue peak out to wet his lips before he smiled gently at you again, “If you think I’m all those things to you, you’re in for another thing, because god, baby, you’re everything to me. You are the sun that warms me. You are the stars that light up my loneliest nights. You’re everything I’ve thought love could be and you make me want to be better.”

Your bottom lip was quivering, as he took your hands in his, “You make it easier when I feel like this,” He gestured around the living room, “When things are so overwhelming to me, and getting out of bed is the only thing I do that day, you make it easier. Even if you’re not here.” He scoffed softly, gently pulling you closer to him, “Do you have any idea how many times you’ve saved me, just by being in my life?”

You shook your head, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the sob that wanted to make itself known.

He grinned, leaning close enough to put his forehead against yours, “You might as well be my guardian angel, baby. Loving you is the easiest, and best, decision of my life. You help me more than you know, even when you do nothing because you’re you and you’re in my life and you’re my girlfriend, and by far, the best damn thing to happen to me.”

He paused, letting you take a moment to fully absorb his words, as he cupped your cheek, “I love you, Y/n.”

You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his again, “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,” You admitted, “Or said I was the best thing to happen to them.”

He chuckled lowly, his hand coming up to the back of your neck, “No one’s ever told me a piece of their heart was always mine.”

Just as you both were leaning towards each other, lips just barely brushing, loud, frantic knocking sounded at the front door.

You both jumped apart, eyes focused on the door as more knocks sounded. “Expecting company?” You asked, looking back at Jungkook as he stood up.

He shook his head, “Nope, you were surprise enough, baby.” He quickly knelt back down enough to connect his lips to yours, before he pulled away with a small smile, “Stay here?”

You just nodded, watching him head for the door, and slowly pulling it open as he peeked around it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass, Jungkook.” You heard Namjoon threaten him, before he was pulled into a hug.

You couldn’t help the laugh that caught their attention as Namjoon pushed his way into the apartment, his eyes immediately landing on you. “Do you know how many times I’ve called you?” He asked exasperatedly, sighing as he crossed his arms over his chest like a disappointed dad.

You made a face, looking away from him, “Sorry, Joon. I was going to text you eventually to tell you he was okay.”

The older man sighed softly, his eyes roaming the room before he looked at Jungkook next to him, his eyes softening, “You didn’t tell us it was getting bad again.”

Jungkook nodded, “I know. You guys have all just been so busy lately, and I thought I could deal with it this time. I’m sorry, Hyung.”

Namjoon quickly pulled him in for another, tighter hug, “Same thing I always tell you, Kook, it’s not something you have to apologize for. We were just worried.” They pulled away from each other and Namjoon looked over at you with a smile, “But, I can see you’re in good hands, so I’ll get out of here.”

A couple minutes later, and with a promise that Jungkook would text everybody before the night was over, Namjoon was out the door, leaving you and Jungkook in a comfortable silence as you crossed the floor towards him.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his waist and planted your face on his chest. He snaked his arms around your body and pulled you closer.

“Can you promise me something?” You whispered, not looking up at him.

“Anything.”

You let out a quiet sigh, “Will you try to tell me, the next time you start feeling like this?” You asked, finally picking your head up to gaze up at him. “Will you let me help you?”

He blinked a few times, staring into your eyes before a smile pulled at his lips and he nodded slowly, “You already help me, baby. But I promise, I’ll tell you.”

You stood on your tip toes, leaning towards him, “Thank you.” You whispered before you lightly pressed your lips to his, “Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll clean up a bit before I make us something for dinner?”

“I can just order us something.”

You shook your head, pulling yourself from his arms, “I want to cook.”

He saw the look in your eyes, and knew you wouldn’t let him win this, so he smiled down at you again, “I will only agree, if you stay the night? You can borrow some of my clothes and if we’re feeling it in the morning, we can make breakfast together?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you smiled, nodded softly, “I think that’s doable.”

His smile seems to grow, and he leaned down to kiss you again before he headed down the hall to shower, quickly turning around before he got too far, “Hey,”

You turned towards him, “Hmm?”

“I love you.”

You could feel the warmth spreading over your cheeks- through you, and you were surprised how easy it was to believe him, and to just know that he meant it.

“I love you, too.”

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candycandy00 · 1 year

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Ahem, can I request a Dabi x innocent nun fanfic?💦 I mean never saw this concept before so maybe get your interest? Love your stories 🫶

Thank you for the kind comments! Please keep in mind I know next to nothing about nuns or the Catholic religion in general. I was raised a Baptist lol.

Smut. 18+. I’m not even sure what else to warn about.

You’re halfway through your evening prayers, kneeling in front of the altar with your rosary clasped in your hands, when you hear the doors of the church open and shut. Without even looking, you know who it is, and you double up on your prayers.

For weeks now, the mysterious black-haired stranger has been coming in when the church is mostly empty, late at night, and taking a seat in the very back pew. He wears dark clothing and a black medical mask, and he seems to be trying to keep a low profile.

Something about him scares you. Maybe it’s the haunted look in his beautiful eyes, the air of danger that seems to float around him like a cloud, or the way he looks at you as if you’re a tiny mouse under the gaze of a hawk. Or maybe, you’re afraid of him because he stirs feelings in you that are unbecoming of a nun.

Once, you tried approaching him. You welcomed him to the church and asked if there was anything you could help him with. He’d looked up at you, and your breath had caught in your throat. Those eyes were so much more beautiful up close. Then he’d reached up and pulled the mask down, revealing horrific scars covering the bottom half of his face, and said, “No thanks, sister. I can’t be saved.”

When you recoiled in shock, he grinned, and you thought you’d seen the devil himself. You hurried away, retreating into a back room.

For the next few days, you avoided going into the church alone in the evenings. The man had terrified you, but he had also intrigued you. Gradually, you’d worked up the nerve to start going back into the church for your evening prayers. And when you saw him again, you smiled and gave him a nod, though you kept your distance.

He’d seemed surprised to see you alone in the church again, but he’d pulled the mask down again and returned the smile. Since then, he’s all you can think about.

You’ve never known the touch of a man. You’re a nun after all. But lately you’ve even been dreaming about the stranger. The dreams are shameful, and you wake up with damp panties, the proof of your sinful thoughts.

You haven’t told anyone about him, partly out of shame and partly out a fear that someone else will approach him and he’ll stop coming in. You still can’t figure out why he comes at all. He doesn’t seem interested in religion at all.

Today, you stand up from your kneeling position on the carpeted floor and turn around to look at him. You smile your usual smile and give a small wave, then wait for him to smile back.

He doesn’t. Instead he just stares, a look in his eyes you haven’t seen before. Then, he raises one hand and curls a finger, motioning for you to come to him.

You hesitate, surprised by the sudden invitation. This is the first time he’s initiated any sort of contact. You glance around the church to make sure no one else is around, then make you way toward the back.

The stranger is sitting casually in the pew, his arms draped across the back of the pew on either side of him and his legs comfortably wide apart. You can’t help thinking that you could easily slip between his thighs and sit on his lap. You shake your head. You shouldn’t be thinking of things like that!

He reaches to his mask and pulls it off, revealing that horrifying yet beautiful face. He watches your reaction, and when you don’t recoil like last time, he finally smiles. “Not scared of my face this time?”

“I wasn’t scared last time,” you say, “I was just surprised.”

He tilts his head to one side. “You shouldn’t lie, sister. Can’t you nuns get in trouble for that?”

“We nuns are human. We are prone to sin, just like anyone else,” you tell him.

“Really?” he asks, his eyes moving up and down your body in an obvious way. “And what other sins have you been prone to lately?”

You turn away from him by reflex, as if he can see through your clothes to the growing wetness between your legs. You hear him laugh behind you, so you look back at him. He pats the pew beside him and says, “Why don’t you sit, sister?”

Your heart is pounding rapidly. One part of you wants to run away and hide until this man is gone. The other part wants him to ravage you right here in the church. Where are these sinful thoughts coming from?

After several seconds of hesitation, you finally sit down in the pew beside him. He moves his arms down from the back of the pew and scoots closer to you, so close that you can feel warmth from his body. You fidget, clutching your rosary as if it will give you the strength to resist him. But you already know it’s no use.

He reaches over with one hand and slides up the bottom of your black robe, pulling it up to your waist, revealing your curvy thighs covered in black silk thigh high stockings. Above them, a pair of black lace panties. You’d never worn things like that until a few weeks ago, when you had the sudden urge to feel sexy and bought these on a whim. They were your secret indulgence, and your secret shame.

Now, this stranger was staring at them, his eyebrows raised as if surprised. “Wow, do nuns usually wear stuff like this?”

You’re so embarrassed that you can’t speak. So you shake your head “no” while looking at the floor. Then you feel his warm hand on your thigh, and you stiffen, letting your eyes fall on that scarred hand, rubbing upwards, slipping between your legs, and finally groping your most private spot through the lace.

You grab his wrist and try to push it away, your face becoming red and flushed as you squeak out a weak cry of “Stop!”

He doesn’t budge, his hand still massaging you. “Do you really want me to stop, sister? Because your panties are awfully wet.”

You freeze in place, then slowly let go of his wrist. “I… I don’t know what I want,” you say.

“I think I do,” he says in a low voice, then he slides his hand inside your panties, pushing one finger into your folds to stroke your clit.

The shock of the pleasure makes you jolt and cry out, your legs automatically opening to give his hand more access. You’ve never purposely touched your clit before, being so determined to avoid sinful thoughts. You had no idea how sensitive it was. And now this man was rubbing it, over and over without pausing, smearing your wetness all over it in the process.

You gasp and turn your body toward him, gripping his jacket in your hands, shivering as the pleasure takes you. Then, a great burst of pleasure explodes within you, and you bury your face in his chest to stifle a moan.

As you pant and come back to your senses, he pulls his hand away and grins at you. “Was that your first orgasm?”

You nod weakly, still clutching him. Suddenly, he pushes you onto your back, and jerks your robe up and over your head, using it to restrain your arms. You’re not wearing a bra, you rarely do, so your full breasts are bare before him. He uses one hand to hold your arms above your head, though you’re not struggling at all, and the other to grope your breast.

“You are one sexy nun,” he says, then releases his grip on you so that he can sit up and open his pants. You don’t move. You don’t want to move. You have no desire to stop this now. All you want is for him to take you right now, to make you his.

You glance down at his erect cock just as he moves on top of you, then you feel him shove it inside you. It hurts. It’s too big. You’re tearing. But you still want this. You still want him. He slowly pulls out, then thrusts back in, this time going deeper. After the third thrust, you feel like your body is getting used to him, and pain gives way to more pleasure.

His hands are holding onto your hips, using them as leverage to keep thrusting deeper and deeper. You arch your back, unable to focus on anything but the feel of his cock inside you. You look up at his face, and he’s watching your breasts bounce as he pumps in and out. Then he’s groping them again, making an animalistic growling sound, leaning down to take one nipple in his hot mouth, his tongue driving you crazy.

Your first orgasm was quickly followed by your second, and you moaned loudly as your eyes slid closed. Then you felt it, hot liquid shooting into you as the stranger pushed as deeply inside you as possible.

Afterward, he slowly pulled out and stared down at your gasping, shuddering form. Then he said, “Have you ever been kissed?”

You blink up at him in surprise. What a strange time to ask that. You shake your head. “No, I haven’t,” you say.

He laughs. “So you lost your virginity before you had your first kiss? What a slutty little nun!”

But before you can say anything in response, he leans forward and kisses you on the lips. It’s a strangely sweet and gentle kiss, and when he pulls away, he’s grinning.

He stands up and buttons his pants. “I’ll be back, sister. Be ready for me.”

“Wait!” you call as he walks toward the door. “Can you tell me your name?”

He looks at you for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then he says, “It’s Touya.” And with that, he walks out of the church, leaving you alone.

#Dabi x Reader #Dabi x You #Dabi smut #Dabi #touya todoroki

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jerzwriter · 11 months

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Karma is... a Barbie Premiere (1/2)

I completely blame @jamespotterthefirst for this! It started as a simple edit, then it became a gossip page, and now it's a full-blown fic.

I've long hinted about Dr. Eva Mendoza joining as an OC in my Tobias & Casey world. She's only been briefly introduced once, but what better way to bring her back than for the Boston premiere of the Barbie movie? 💄💗💋 It's definitely a date for the Carrick's, but what about their friends, Ethan & Eva? No one can get a straight answer, and rumors are swirling.

Part 1 of fic below.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairings: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey) Ethan Ramsey x F!OC (Eva) - Maybe? Rating: Teen Words: 1,700 Summary: Tobias scores tickets to the biggest event in Boston, and he & Casey each invite a friend. When they learn who each invited, the wheels start spinning. A/N: See above. It's all Bree's fault. lol. This is just a two-parter, and part two will be up later tonight. This was fun, I hope you enjoy it, too! Participating in @choicesflashfics (prompt in bold below)

Part 2 found here

It had been a brutally hot summer in Boston, leaving most residents eager for something to do indoors just to keep cool. That included the doctors at Edenbrook. So Casey was elated when Tobias told her he scored four tickets to the event of the summer, a premiere of the Barbie movie being held by a local charity. She had told him she didn’t mind missing it, but her reaction when he said they’d be going proved otherwise.

“So,” he smiled between breaths as Casey rolled off him and snuggled into his side. “I’m glad to see you really didn’t want to go.”

“Oh, stop,” she giggled with a playful shove. “You know we would have done that anyway.”

“Good point,” he agreed. “Now, who should we offer the other tickets to?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we each pick a friend?”

“Bryce would be all over this, but he’ll be in Hawaii that week.”

“Same with Sienna. That’s the week she’s visiting her family. Jackie would rather have food poisoning.”

“I think you’re right about that,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, we’ll think of someone.”

_____

But with the movie premiere just a week away, neither had picked anyone to go, and they made a pact to correct that by the end of the day.

Casey was reading an article on her phone in the cafeteria when she heard a familiar voice. Desperate for adult conversation that didn’t involve medicine, she eagerly waved Eva over.

“Hey,” the stunning brunette smiled as she approached Casey’s table. “I saw you, but I didn’t want to interrupt. I thought this might be your only alone time.”

“Nah,” Casey smiled. “Tobias is a great hubby... he makes sure I breathing room when I need it. But what I need now is some mindless girl talk! I haven’t had that in ages!”

“Oh, wonderful,” Eva sighed. “I’ve never been terribly good at mindless girl talk, but I promise I’ll give it my best shot. What are we supposed to discuss? Boys? Make-up? Waxing?”

“No, silly!” Casey laughed. “It can be anything... just not work and nothing too serious. Like, tell me, do you have any summer plans?”

“Mmm, not really,” Eva replied, biting into her sandwich. “My first anniversary at Edenbrook is in September; I don’t have much vacation time until then.”

“Well, that sucks! I hope you’re doing some fun things anyway.”

“Oh, I am! I love exploring Boston. I’ve been going to a bunch of concerts and rollerskating in the parks... It’s sort of my thing!”

“Now, that is something I’d love to do with you!”

“You rollerskate!” Eva enthused.

“Ice skating is more my thing, but... transferable skills. I’m going to have to get a new pair of rollerskates. The last ones I owned were Barbie skates to show you how long it’s been.”

“So... last year,” Eva chuckled. “Sorry, you strike me as a woman who would wear Barbie rollerskates even now. And I don’t mean that as an insult.”

“Mmm,” Casey hummed. “GUILTY! But it really was some time ago.” Then, a lightbulb went off. “Hey! Wait! Were you a Barbie girl growing up?”

“Not exactly,” Eva sighed sadly. “I wanted to be. It’s so steeped in American culture; it’s a right of passage. But my traditional Greek and Cuban families felt they were too provocative. So, I only got to play with them when I visited my friends’ houses.”

“Well, that sucks!”

“I think my parents would have been OK with it, but my Abuela and Yiayia wielded far too much power with my Mother in those days. My father sneaked me off to the Barbie section when he took me to the toy store. He also encouraged playdates with Mindy Schumacker, and I believe her rivaling the Barbie Dreamhouse had something to do with it.”

“I think I’d like your Dad!” Casey smiled.

“I’m certain you would.”

“Well, I would be a failure as a physician if I didn’t do my part to help cure your Barbie Deficiency Syndrome! Tobias and I are going to the premiere at the IMAX next week, and I have a spare ticket. Want to join us?”

“Wait! Those tickets are impossible to get? How’d you score them?”

“My husband is a miracle worker,” Casey winked. “And he loves spoiling me.”

Eva shook her head. “I’ve known you a while now; I attended your wedding and witnessed that man being the most doting husband and father I’ve ever seen... but it’s still hard for me to reconcile that he’s the same man I knew back at Kenmore.”

“Well, love has a way of doing things to people. But I know he’d love it if you joined us. What do you say, are you in?”

“Oh, you couldn’t keep me away!”

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Tobias stepped into the Diagnostic Teams office, humming a song vaguely familiar to Ethan as he entered. Looking up from his paperwork, Dr. Ramsey feigned annoyance with his friend.

“I don’t understand how you’re always so chipper. You have a newborn and don’t sleep.”

“She’s three months old now, not a newborn.”

“Practically ready to go off to college then!” Ethan teased. “What were you humming... was that... Taylor Swift.”

Tobias raised a brow. “And what if it was? I have an excuse for humming it twenty-four/seven, and it’s called Casey. But what’s your story for knowing it?”

“Also, Casey! I’m trying to be supportive with her returning to work part-time, so I let her play the godforsaken stuff when we’re in here together.”

“She really can convince anyone to do anything, can’t she. Do you like any songs?”

"No."

Tobias stared at his friend with a wicked grin. "You always were a terrible liar. 'Fess up! What are your favorite Taylor songs?"

Ethan sat back in his chair and rocked as if deep in thought. “Some of her work from Folklore and Evermore is quite appealing. But if you tell Casey, I’ll fire you.”

“My lips are sealed,” Tobias laughed. “I heard you canceled your trip to the Cape. Everything all right? I’m happy to take over some of your work if you need help.”

“I appreciate the offer, but it’s not canceled. Just delayed. I was foolish to plan it around budget time.”

Tobias rubbed his chin as he studied his friend, his concern growing. “You know, Ethan... I’ve been a little worried about you. I’m a new dad, and I do more fun things than you. You need to work some playtime into your life.”

“Please,” Ethan groused. “I hope you’re not suggesting another boys' night out with Lahela. I have neither the budget nor the energy.”

“You damn well do have the budget! As for the energy, I can see how it's hard at your age. But you have to push through.”

“I’m a year older than you!” Ethan reminded.

“But you act twenty-two years older!”

“I can’t help it if you’re immature,” Ethan countered with a grin.

“Say! Case and I are going to the premiere of the Barbie movie next week...”

“She has you so pecked,” Ethan chuckled.

Ignoring him, Tobias informed him he had an extra ticket, Ethan was coming, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“I’m more of an Oppenheimer person. Barbie isn’t exactly my thing.”

“I don’t care; you’re coming.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Fine,” Tobias grinned, picking up his phone and pretending to dial. “I hate to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m letting Casey know how much you loved Folklore and Evermore. I’m even going to fabricate and tell her you’re experimenting with Midnights; she should play that for you on her next shift. Don’t worry, Ethan. You’ll love it!”

“Hang up that phone right now,” Ethan ordered.

“Too late!” Tobias smirked. “Casey, baby, how’s your day going? Guess who's coming with us to see Barbie? Ethan! I know it’ll be a blast. See you at home soon, hon.”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“Hey, it’s joining us at the Barbie movie once and maybe... gasp... having some fun... or listening to Taylor on loop for the remainder of time. I think you made a wise choice, Ethan.”

“I didn’t make a choice!”

“Oh, you did,” Tobias winked as he left the room. “You’ll need to wear something pink!” he hollered as he entered the hall.

“I don’t own anything pink!”

“Good, you have time to fix that!”

_____

Tobias opened the front door to his home and couldn’t help but smile. Casey stood just beyond the foyer, holding little Sammy on her hip as they danced to The Temptation's “Ain’t Too Proud to Beg.”

“Look!” Casey beamed, pointing towards him. “Daddy’s home! Now he can dance with us, too!”

“You better believe I am,” Tobias grinned. He took Sammy from Casey, then wrapped his arms around her hips. “I’m so glad you’re giving our daughter a balanced musical diet. It can’t be all Taylor, all the time.”

“Hey, my love of Motown is what sealed the deal and made you fall in love with me,” Casey said, kissing his cheek.

“Heh,” Tobias snickered. “It certainly impressed me, but that wasn’t what sealed the deal.”

“Oh, really, then what did?”

“Not in front of the baby, dear,” he grinned. “But hey, speaking of Taylor Swift, your fellow fan at work is joining us at the Barbie movie next week.”

“My fellow fan? I told you Sienna is away next week.”

“I know, but I’m talking about Ramsey.”

“ETHAN? Ethan is coming with us to the Barbie premiere?”

“Yeah,” Tobias replied. “He really needs to expand his horizons. I hope it’s OK with you.”

“Of course! It’s just... he doesn’t seem like the Barbie type.”

“He’s not,” Tobias laughed. “But we’re going to have so much fun with this. I even told him to wear pink!"

"We're going to have fun, for sure! But Ethan? The jury is out on that. There’s just one tiny problem, babe. I asked Eva to come along.”

Tobias’s face fell. “Oh, shit. They’re totally going to think we’re trying to hook them up.”

“Which we’re not,” Casey replied. “I mean, I would... but this wasn’t our intention.”

“Maybe not,” Tobias smirked. “But you know... me and karma vibe like that.”

“T.,” Casey said, shaking her head. “Please leave inserting Taylor quotes into situations to me... but... we are going to have so much fun with this!”

Tobias jiggled Samantha on his lap. “You hear that, Sammy? Your Mommy’s got ideas in that head. No one is safe now.”

Part 2 found here

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

#ethan ramsey #tobias carrick #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #ethan ramsey x ?#tobias carrick x f!mc

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willkimurashat · 7 months

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15 People, 15 Questions

Thank you so much for tagging me @rebelrayne and @operationnope !!!💕💕💕

1. Are you named after anyone?

I don’t think so!

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few weeks ago, reading a book for class that hit a bit too close to home🥲

3. Do you have kids?

Nope lol

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I was never a sporty gal, so I wasn’t in any sports teams whatsoever, but just generally in gym class I liked racquet games, so like, tennis and badminton:)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

You tell me, darling

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I have bad memory on faces, so probably their height, their voice, their clothes, maybe their hair or any super distinct feature, if they have one

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown, but when my eyes are watery, they look kinda green👀

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings - I’m too jumpy for scary stuff lol😅

9. Any talents?

I write a little, I draw a little, play a little piano, maybe some other little things I can’t think of right now lol😋

10. Where were you born?

Ukraine

11. What are your hobbies?

I’m a bit of a jack of all trades, so just a little bit of everything lol😅 actually, put that for my talents - I’ve been told that I can pick up anything and be good at it haha (not at all me bragging🙅‍♀️)

12. Do you have any pets?

Not currently:(

13. How tall are you?

5’1 (teeny-tiny)

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, art, psychology, and I actually really liked calculus cuz I had a really good teacher I guess😊

15. Dream job?

I like the field I’m in now, which is good, given I’ve been studying for it for 7 fucking years ha!🙃 But, if not that, I’d love to be in a creative field - maybe animation or game design or idk, something of the sort:)

Tagging: I’m very late to this, so I think everyone’s been tagged already lol, but if you haven’t - go for it!!

#tagged #tag game #not litg

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analieninabox · 2 years

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ten x fem!reader

doc comforts the reader as she is struggling with trauma !!

EYYYY I’m backkkk!! ya girl just got back from a long break so I’m sorry if there are some of you who made requests and haven’t got them answered yet. I’ll do my best to get them all done lol. Anyways, enjoy the Fluff (little bit of angst but mainly fluff)

I honestly wasn’t sure what to do with trauma so I’m just writing that reader has a breakdown but without what happened being mentioned. I hope you like it! (Use of Y/N and Romantic Ten x Fem!reader)

A reminder that if anyone ever feels like seeking help with something, you’re not a burden to anyone :) doing what is best for yourself is important and sometimes asking for help is the best thing we can do. Love ya! xx

You slowly closed your eyes, bringing a hand over your face and dragging it down. The Doctor was under the console, chatting away while he worked on the Tardis. Oblivious to your pain as usual. You were starting to believe nobody noticed. Nobody cared.

There was a gaping hole inside your chest. It had been there for a while now, a void of emotions you didn’t want sitting over the space where your heart was supposed to be. Memories you’d tried to push down inside wouldn’t stay down, and were bubbling inside you ready to burst out and crack you until you spilled everywhere.

You kept your hands over your eyes, the pressure of your palms distracting you from your thoughts as bright colors erupted behind your eyelids.

The Doctor had always told you to come to him if you needed help with anything. He told you he’d always be there for you. Well, you needed help now. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. For gods sake, you should be dealing with this by yourself not burdening him or anyone else with it.

The colors that swirled on your eyelids were interrupted in their dance by the feeling of two hands gently guiding yours downwards. You opened your eyes and met The Doctors brown, ancient ones. You opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a strangled sort of noise.

You weren’t aware of the tears that had fallen down your cheeks until The Doctors hand was there wiping them away gently.

“Hey- Hey Y/N look at me. It’s okay I’m here you’re alright.”

He was crouched on the floor in front of you, meaning when you moved your head again to look at him your faces were only inches away from each-other. So close that you could point out every one of the barely visible freckles on his face. For a moment you felt calmer sitting there with him. His hand gently resting on your back as he breathed with you.

The moment seemed to last forever, and you promised yourself to carve the way his touch felt deep into your memory so as never to forget it. His other hand held yours, moving every so often to brush a stray tear away while whispering words of comfort that were lost on your ears. The only thing you could focus on was him. Perhaps that’s exactly what you needed.

Eventually the tears stopped coming and The Doctor gently shifted to sit beside you. You sniffed rather inelegantly, knowing what was to come.

“Would you like to tell me what’s wrong, Y/N?”

The Doctors voice was gentle, and you knew he thought you were probably bonkers. He’d probably think you were unstable and get you to leave or-

“Y/N, it’s alright love. Come here.”

The tears were back and he shifted so to put his arms around you. You froze for a moment before relaxing and letting yourself enjoy the hug. Your head rested on his chest, the sound of his two hearts soothing you. He was here. He wasn’t leaving you. He cared about you.

“I- I’ve been feelin’ awful lately..”

You finally managed words. Everything suddenly felt like too much and there was a feeling in your stomach like someone had wrapped a rope around it tightly.

“Things have just been building up really… memories of things that’ve happened to me coming back.”

He didn’t speak, letting you get your feelings out. Instead he shifted so he could look down at you. You still didn’t meet his eyes not wanting to face them incase it broke you.

“I just… I didn’t want to ask for help. Didn’t feel like it was anyones problem but mine. That- That I had to fix it myself.”

A shaky breath in and out leaving you feeling even more deprived of air than a moment ago. And then his lips were on your forehead, pressing a soft kiss to it, and his arms were holding you tighter to him.

“Oh my sweet Y/N… I’m here to help. Always have been. It’s one of the reasons why I travel, really. To help people. And if there’s anyone I’d love to help more than anything it’d be you.”

He paused and moved back again to look in your eyes. His face was serious.

“If you ever need anything… feel anything like this again… come to me. I’m your Doctor, remember?”

He flashed you a grin and you snorted. He watched you as you yet again wiped away tears, a small smile on his lips.

“Im always here when you need me. So don’t go bottling all this stuff up again, hm?”

You nodded and he stood up, pulling you up with him, and walking towards the console.

“Now, if you’re feeling up to it how about a trip to YnōvsK, planet of sunsets. Gorgeous place to visit. I’ve been meaning to go there for a while!”

He turned around to face you, hand on the lever that would send you both through the time vortex.

“What do you say?”

You smiled, and placed your hand over his.

“Sounds brilliant. Allonsy, Doctor!”

“Allonsy Y/N!”

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A/N: by the way, this was so cringe at the end but god please ignore it (it reminds me of my 2014 era of ten imagines tbh). I hope you enjoyed it though and if you have anymore requests Theyre back open!

#imagines #doctor who #tenth doctor #doctor who headcanons #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst #hurt/comfort #whump fic #ten x reader

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vaguely-concerned · 2 years

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my controversial lupin iii opinion is that the end of part 5 rules actually (even tho the very last episode is kind of a mess and obscures some the cool shit going on beneath the surface in its haste to wrap everything up)

okay. so hear me out but I think it’s a mistake to read the end of part 5 as a traditional narrative that actually takes place at some point in the (already convoluted lol) lupin iii continuity. in my estimation it’s not, it’s more like... metanarrative of the whole show/franchise. a series of metaphors. a story about the story of lupin iii. no, lupin hasn’t actually been wearing a mask the whole time we’ve seen him in canon and he’s just some random dude we don’t know under there -- except on a metaphorical, emotional level. that is kind of the point of him as a character; the tension between how much we get to glimpse of his honest internal life and how much is withheld from us (making us want to share in it all the more) is part of the enduring appeal.

and letting fujiko finally see behind that mask in one stroke resolves the doubts and struggles in their relationship that’s been running through the whole season, doubts that the ‘traditional’ forms of affirming/validating love and intimacy in a heteropatriarchy -- marriage, cohabitation, all the things they’re grieving didn’t work out for them the whole season, ‘what’s wrong with us’ -- never could resolve. y’know it’s like that quote from the seven husbands of evelyn hugo:

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.

that’s the metaphor there. if you interpret it literally then yes, that whole scene is very very blind shock value stupid lol, but for those last few episodes of part 5 the fourth wall is so thin you can read the braille writing on the wall through it. (fujiko is sitting in a cage wearing a wedding dress. I don’t think the symbolism is particularly subtle lmao.) lupin finally letting himself be seen by her fully, and her understanding and accepting it, is more important than anything society has told them proves the ‘realness’ of a relationship, and it’s what helps them get through the grief of what they thought they ‘should’ be to each other to the realization of what they already are to each other and that they are enough, they have nothing they need to prove to anyone -- to themselves, or to the world. they do love each other. that’s what matters. and so it goes, that’s the sort of storytelling they’re doing in that last arc. which admittedly is confusing because it’s not what they’ve been doing in the rest of the season at all so if you haven’t been picking up on the nebulous narrative ~*vibes*~ signposting it, you’d understandably be extremely confused.

(btw one of my favourite scenes of all of lupin iii canon is in the penultimate part 5 episode, where lupin and jigen are sharing smokes (in the aftermath of jigen’s perhaps sexiest scene ever), and lupin essentially lets jigen in on the secret that they’re fictional characters. and after thinking for a few moments jigen is like ‘I get to be a story with you? AND I get my own cool theme tune? heh. yeah, I can live with that’. it’s just soooooooooooooooooooooo... it makes my writing brain go crazy. what a strange yet beautiful way for fictional characters to show love -- to help someone else see the truth of their own self/nature on a metatextual level. peak sometimes-benevolent trickster god lupin AND partners being partners content. jigen is considering his own potential obsolescence in a changing world and lupin tells him that stories live as long as they’re needed, as long as they resonate -- a good story is never obsolete, it will always have been even as it ends. also the vague vibe from how jigen reacts to lupin going to fujiko in that last ep that he has already seen beneath that mask, he already knows… brainworms for days and years and decades folks)

I really like the idea that castle of cagliostro still is the endpoint of the lupin iii canon timeline as we have it today -- miyazaki hit on something compelling and melancholy there and I think deserves to be conserved -- but I don’t believe that’s incompatible with the end of part 5 at all, even though it ‘calls back’ to it like it’s something that’s already happened. because the end of part 5 is not uh, for lack of a better word, real. it’s in sort of a dreamlike space of commentary and -- I say this with love -- fond retrospective franchise navelgazing. and it’s been 50 years, some navelgazing is well earned frankly.

(of course people are perfectly free to hate part 5 and especially the ending for any reason they so wish! the ending is atrociously paced and the way they wrap up ami’s arc especially is uh, how do you say, unconscionable and slapdash, and the season has plenty of other problems. but to me there are so many interesting meaningful things going on at the end there and I wanted to ramble about it some)

#of the things I thought I would do immediately upon waking up today writing a goddamn essay about lupin iii P5 was not one of them lol #I guess I take a long time to process sometimes hahaha #lupin iii #lupin iii meta #lupin iii part 5 #again tho there are so many legitimate reasons to dislike part 5 this is just my angle on it!#starting this vaguely felt like being possessed something within me awoke to say 'and another thing! --'#and my poor fingers just had to try to keep up as they were dragged forcefully over the laptop keys #my beloathed lupin season is part 4 btw if you want to assess my biases haha I barely got through that one

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spicyicymeloncat · 2 years

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One thing I need the fandom to drop when it comes to Wu is them thinking he never talks about the ninja’s parents to them. It was never his information to disclose to Jay that he was adopted if he was even aware of that, it was up to Ed and Edna. If Jay’s mom had to make the tough decision of leaving her child behind and was never seen or heard from again despite being married to a movie star I don’t think she would’ve ran up the mountain to tell the Bros what just happened. I’m 75% sure he hardly even knew Dr. Julien or that Zane was a robot (poor guy probably couldn’t comprehend that robots could exist and be so human). Somewhere in the comics he holds a baby Cole and he was good friends with Lilly. Cole would’ve been surprised or confused when in S13 Wu says she never had a necklace like, “What do you mean? You knew my mother?” I feel at some point Cole either realizes he knows Wu from his childhood or Wu’s cryptically like “I remember you used to fight your parents on bedtimes constantly” and giggles

(Disclaimer: this is all my opinion, if anyone reading this doesn’t like Wu or disagrees with me ur valid to do so. Love u all really)

Yeah I’ve had a bit of time to think over the “Wu didn’t tell the ninja about their parents” and my blanket statement response would just be Wu couldn’t have told the ninja about their parents before their parents have even been conceptualised as characters.

The reason the ninja are continuously interesting for this many seasons is partially because their backstories weren’t told right at the beginning and they have room to develop and grow. Their parents characters are only introduced when it’s relevant to the plot, and are only canonically conceptualised right up to the season they get released. Which does make sense considering how many times the show was going to end. There’s no point planning seasons ahead of time if you aren’t sure those seasons will exist, otherwise you end up with unfinished and unsatisfying story arcs. The price of this is that the retcons contradict either Wu’s integrity or knowledge. Or do they?

Yeah I agree 100% with you on Jay’s mother. Wu probably doesn’t even know what happened to her, and considering what Nya said in s5, that elemental powers can skip generations, Wu may not have been sure Jay was her child. But even if he was, if Ed and Edna hadn’t told Jay, then it’s not really up to Wu, or at least he shouldn’t be held accountable more than Ed and Edna.

With Cole, I don’t think Wu really withheld any information about Lilly. I haven’t seen anyone debate this yet so maybe Cole doesn’t apply lol, but yeah I think Wu has been transparent about her probably. I mean considering how Wu and Cole were close, and Cole told Wu about her death as seen in s8/9 in his flashback. I haven’t seen the comics so idk how true this is (I don’t really consider the comics truly canon anyways) but I sometimes hc that Lilly kept her identity as master of earth from her family as sort of a way of dividing her work and home life, which is why Cole’s dad was originally against him being a ninja.

I also think that Wu knew Dr Julien (not very well) but didn’t know he died or got kidnapped afterwards and when he discovered Zane as a loner, and realised he didn’t remember, Wu told him that Zane had a family and that they’d look for him (which was a fruitless search bc dr Julien was at a lighthouse at sea) BECAUSE LOOK

EPISODE 2 of Ninjago and this is my favourite scene ever look look lok at this

…anyways. I think this argument is strongest with Kai and Nya’s parents. In my personal opinion I still think maybe they didn’t want Wu to tell them due to them feeling as if their parents abandoned them on purpose? Idk that’s just a theory based on how quick Kai was to turn on his dad and how much beef Nya had with her mum. Although I still think that Wu offscreen told the siblings what he knew if they asked, or that he’d make off hand comments about how cool their parents were (they were friends). Or maybe he didn’t out of fear of pressuring them. I’d feel like he’d relate considering his own father. Maybe that’s the whole reason why he didn’t tell Nya about her water powers. Because she was doing so well as a samurai and didn’t want her to live through that pressure.

Idk I think there are so many cool options when trying to make sense of Wu that I feel like it’s a shame no one sees that potential. On that note, thanks anon now I have generated more ideas about Wu and I really want to make something out of them now :P

#they always ‘what has Wu ever told the ninja’ but never ‘how is wu’#ok that joke didn’t work sorry #tbh I wasn’t a wu enthusiast I’m a bad faith critic anti #this is wu antis fault for real /hj #i ramble #hhhhhhhhh #Ninjago #lego ninjago #I want want want to make a Nya wu talk it out comic #but I gotta draw magical ninja #and the new dtiys #and the non humans comic I put off for a thousand years #and other wips #AHHHHHHHH #I’m hungry also

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🛒✨🎶💌 ! and, are there any elements that you’d like to incorporate into your fics and writing that you haven’t yet (for reasons of time/opportunity)?

Omg sorry I am just answering this now. I didn't think I'd get any asks... And sorry this got Very Long. I'm an incredibly self-obsessed person who loves Being Asked Things About Myself.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Oh hm, let's break this into parts.

Themes:

Grief/longing, haunting as part of that, difficult family relationships, love but not in the way it matters

Feels

Somberness, intimacy, despair, fear

Scenes

Quiet moments between characters where they don't say anything, but let the silence speak for them as they try to understand one another. <- not great at writing dialogue

Cooking: someone cooking for another person or someone eating someone else's cooking, shopping for cooking materials. etc.

Someone looking out the window or something similar

Imagery

I'm actually not sure about this one, I guess I make a lot of references to the night and the sea, and also like blood and guts. I think it's stuff with internal organs after all? Or maybe I just like the imagery of things coming apart. Usually they involve the body in some way. Escape or wistfulness or fear and danger are usually portrayed through the waves or the night atmosphere. Or something. Sorry, I'm not a lit major so I can't really. word it much better than this. I am also lost. If anyone's ever read a number of my works, maybe they can tell me lol.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Ughhh this is so hard because I'm a very harsh critic on myself, but I guess it's cool that I'm like, trying hard or whatever. I may not write as much this days, but the few odd pieces of poetry and such do come out okay-ish even if they also look like something that can be written much better by like, 14 year olds or something and are also super angsty with no substance. It's like, cool that I can somewhat implement some stuff I've learned be it through theory books (which I've not finished.) or through assimilation from reading other works. Like woo I'm not super horrible at studying, or whatever. I've also been told my writing is pretty "evocative" and "emotive" so I guess it's probably true? I do write a lot of my feelings. And I actually do like how... filler-y all my works feel, how meandering they are. I know nothing about film, but I always think of my writing in terms of like, directing, as in how do I want these scenes to play out? And I know not a lot of people like this sort of writing style, but I do...... Maybe I won't write anything of substance or whatever, but I can write pretty things to please myself or something.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Not really. I have something wrong with me so I can't really listen to most music when trying to write, because I'm easily influenced by the words being sung or I'd get distracted by the melody. I think I only listen to like, classical arrangements or white noise whenever I try to write. Because otherwise, my brain would be thinking of the lyrics instead of what I'm trying to write. It's the same thing with like, people speaking around me. When I can't fully tune it out, I end up... being too focused on the conversations around me and not on my actual writing lol.

As for what I've been playing on loop.... I'm told it's I'm Not Okay (I Promise) by MCR LMAO.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love comments and feedback!! I always get so amazed whenever I get them because it's like, wow, you people actually care enough about my work to read it and show me what I can do to improve it??? It always feels surreal to me, I always go back to my comments section whenever I feel like shit to make myself feel better. Even the simplest comments make me happy... I get excited just by knowing people out there are seeing the stuff I put out...

But well, of course I'm also a bit wary sometimes when it comes to getting beta'd because I'm bad at not taking concrit personally and also because I constantly feel the need to be shaped by every input, like I have to follow everything to the letter, but I'm... slowly working on that lol..

Are there any elements that you’d like to incorporate into your fics and writing that you haven’t yet (for reasons of time/opportunity)?

Oh there are so, so many things I want to incorporate into my fics and writing, but I feel so, so terribly inadequate in both my skill level and my time to execute them properly:

childcare/childrearing

genuine, solid horror

sweet romance that's genuine and not one-sided or boring. And also good steamy scenes. I'm bad at these because I'm chronically bitchless and also evil and bitter and have issues.

comedy

more solid worldbuilding

better dialogue

more intricate prose

EFFICIENCY!!! I want to be able to be concise while still conveying a lot....

Sorry if I'm not getting this question right, btw fskdjfdsf

ANYWAY. THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK ANON <3

#ask games #talk #mine

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If you know me, you know I’ve been in a few cults of the Christian nationalist persuasion in my life. I have lots of stories and to tell but I want to talk about the thought process that powers the radical Christian right. Mainly the belief that they hear the voice of god.

I was thinking about this because my friend, we’ll call him S. I met S a year after I first joined the cult. I had just moved to a new commune(not sure what else to call it) in a new state and and i didn’t really know anyone. I met S because we both worked in the office. He was in his early to mid twenties and we were both huge nerds so we hit it off.

One time while hanging out S was telling me the story of how god brought him and his wife together. I’m not gonna recount the whole thing. But the story started when he was 14 in a church youth group where he had two friends who were both girls. Now S had a crush on one of the girls, but she did not reciprocate. The other girl had a crush on S which he did not reciprocate. So I’m only left to believe all of their hangouts were just incredibly awkward.

One day, S was praying and crying out to god (this is how he recounted the story to me) begging him to tell him who his wife is. He told me that to this day it was the clearest he had ever heard the voice of god (the internal audible voice of god, lol). Who did god say his wife was? The girl he had a crush on of course. So what did he do? The next time he saw her at church he told her that god said they would get married. She, thankfully wasn’t having it and told him as much and nothing happened. They never got married.

What’s weird to me now, and a bit at the time, was that S was happily married to someone else. So it was odd that he told me it was the clearest he had ever heard god speak. He told me that he thought god was right but that it was his own fault that it didn’t happen because he talked to the girl about before it was time. That he didn’t wait for gods timing. I bought it at the time.

Now I can see that he was just a 14 year old who had a crush on a girl and wanted to get married because that was the only way sex was allowed. So he “heard” the voice of god and tried to convince this other girl she was destined to marry him. And 10 years later, when it not only hadn’t happened but he was actually married to someone different, he couldn’t admit that he hadn’t actually heard god. That he had made that up. He justified it away. What other things has god told him that he just made up? Spoiler alert… it’s all of it.

And that’s how life was in the cults. We were all constantly trying to hear the voice of god and lots of the people there (not all) couldn’t admit when they clearly had not heard the voice of god. Prophecies that never came true or the exact opposite happened were always chalked up to we didn’t pray enough or the like.

I haven’t seen or heard from S in years. I looked him up on Twitter a couple of years back and he was a die hard Trump supporter. The election was stolen type shit. It saddened me and kind of surprised me. I realize now it shouldn’t. S was never hearing from god but his own internal biases had their own voice that he interpreted as god and it could never be wrong. So when Trump starts saying things a Christian nationalist likes to hear then it makes perfect sense how that voice he calls god would start to tell him Trump was the anointed one to lead the country and shit like that.

That’s it. That’s the story. People 100% believe god speaks to them. It would be funny if the rise of Christian nationalism wasn’t radicalizing people into racism, homophobia, transphobia and more.

If you’ve made it this far let me just say, I don’t know what I believe. I think I consider myself agnostic. Now I see that I never heard the voice of god, just myself. But I don’t have a problem with people who believe in a god or gods or a higher power of some sort. Even people who believe god talks to them. But if you can’t admit when you heard the voice of god wrong we’ve got a problem. Or if you’re a bigot and your god is telling you bigoted talking points. Then I have a problem with both you and your god.

#TalesFromTheCult #exvangelical

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353.

what do you currently hear right now? I’m watching Below Deck - well, it’s on as background noise, anyway.

when was the last time you were told you were beautiful? I can’t remember off the top of my head.

how many people have you had sex with? I don’t really keep track, maybe 10-12.

could you go a day without eating? I mean, I COULD but it’s not something I’d ever do voluntarily. I love food too much, plus I work a physical job and always feel unwell if I haven’t eaten enough.

what was the reason you got grounded for last? I’ve never been grounded in my life, it’s not really a thing here. My parents tended to dock pocket money or ban screens instead.

do you wish you never dated someone you dated? Nope.

do you know anyone that smokes weed? Probably, but I’ve personally never touched it and so far as I know, I don’t know anyone who does - at least not regularly, not anyway.

do you still talk to the person you last dated? Not really. I have him on Facebook but that’s mostly for nosiness purposes.

have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a d? Yeah, my first long-term boyfriend was named David.

do your parents force you to go to church? No, my family isn’t religious at all.

how long does it take you to shower? About 5-10 minutes. I like being clean but I really don’t enjoy the process of being in the shower - it’s a sensory thing lol.

what was last thing you drank? Pepsi Max.

if you could have anything right now what would it be? Money would be good lol. Otherwise things are fine.

what was for dinner last night? I can’t remember - I think I had a sandwich and various snacks lol.

last kiss mean anything? Of course.

does your ex miss you? I have no idea, you’d need to ask him.

how has the week been? Really good, actually. Monday I had a day out with my mum - shopping and brunch. Tuesday I had a riding lesson, then I had a few lazy days at home - walking the dog, watching TV, doing housework - then today I had a beach ride which was AMAZING. I cantered and finally galloped down the beach - my back is killing now but it was so worth it. Then I went to Jade’s to grab a key and now I’m doing this and watching TV. Back to work tomorrow though!

does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you? Of course.

what girl can you tell everything to? Uhh, I can’t tell anyone everything, really.

have you ever kissed anyone who’s name started with an m? Sure, my husband’s name begins with M.

did anyone see you kiss that last person you kissed? Not the last time we kissed, no.

when a friend walks out of your life, do you go after them or let them go? It depends on the reason, but generally I don’t chase people who choose to work, it’s like they’re playing silly games and I cba with that, quite frankly.

does anyone hate you? Nobody that matters, no.

what are you doing tonight? Just chilling out. I’m back at work tomorrow and I’m shattered from my beach ride so probably just more of this and watching TV.

do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No.

have you ever seen your best friend cry? Yeah.

did you meet anyone new this summer? Yeah, a few new clients, plus people I’ve met dog walking and out on rides.

so what do you want for your birthday? Horse-riding lessons, basically. My mum’s paying for my Christmas beach ride which is great but I’d love some money towards lessons too. Maybe I’ll suggest that for my dad’s gift as he never knows what to get me.

what did you dream about last night? All sorts, but I can’t really remember anything specifically right now.

what color are your eyes? Hazel/brown.

how did you get your last scar/cut? From Layla scratching me.

when is the last time you were embarrassed? I don’t remember off the top of my head.

are you a morning or night person? I’m a morning person, just as long as I’ve had enough sleep.

#survey #surveys

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thatonebrazilian · 3 years

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Hello Darkness - Chapter 1

Prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2.1, chapter 2.2 (coming soon)

A/N: This chap ended up being waaaaay smuttier than I was anticipating lol, and way bigger too. I won't normally post chapters this big, I just couldn't divide this into two because... well, you'll see. Anyway, if I've forgotten to add anyone to the fic's taglist pls lmk, and if you want to join comment or dm me. Also, likes, reblogs, and comments are really appreciated.

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn't let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!GP!Natasha, futanari (in case you don't know what GP means), forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, a bit of mommy kink... I think that's it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 5534

“What do you mean gone?!” Wanda practically yelled, there was desperation in her voice, she needed to find you, she needed to make things right.

“I’m sorry, Wanda, but she doesn’t want to be found,” Natasha said, her eyes full of cold fury, unlike anything Wanda had ever seen.

“But…” Wanda started again, she wanted to apologize, to tell you she loved you, to assure you that you would never see her in bed with anyone ever again.

“No buts, Wanda, this is your fault and you know it,” Natasha said and Wanda finally understood why the redhead seemed so pissed. Wanda always had an inkling that Natasha had feelings for you, but she couldn’t be sure, she couldn’t read her mind, nor the mind of the other founding members, they had created some sort of nanotech that, when in contact with their brains, blocked out her powers.

Wanda trusted her teammates and they trusted her, but they knew it was hard for her not to read their minds, she herself would tell them that their thoughts were too loud, that sometimes she just couldn’t help but overhear, so both for their benefit and hers, they decided to adhere to this new nanotech Tony came up with.

You were the only one who didn’t need it, your powers being similar to Wanda’s, you could just keep her out of your mind if you wanted to. But you never did it, you always let her in, you always accepted her, embraced her, supported her. God, how much she wanted to find you.

“I’m sorry, Nat,” Wanda said, the expression on her face full of endless determination “but I’m going after her, I’ll find her and apologize, I’ll prove to her that I love her, that she’s the most important person in my life. Whatever it takes.”

She turned and left. She was going to find you, no matter what.

When you first realized what had happened you basically refused to believe it. Your best friend wouldn’t have brought you here against your will, would she?

A part of you kept wishing again and again for Wanda to show up and put you out of this misery, but another part of you, the part that patched Natasha up when she was hurt, the part that shared milkshakes with her when she told you she never tried one, the part that had let her teach you how to braid her hair, that part didn’t want to be found, not because you wanted to be here, no, but because you didn’t want her to face the consequences. That part was the part of you that was hurting the most, along with the part that loved Wanda, because you haven’t just lost your lover, you’ve also been betrayed by your best friend.

The second time you woke up you were in a plain room, almost completely bare, with nothing more than a bed and a drawer. There were no windows, only the door from which Nat came through, you couldn’t tell day by night.

“Please, Tasha, just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise you nothing has to change between us, things can go back to the way they were.” you had whispered once and Natasha smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, crouching down to look you in the eye.

“But I don’t want things to go back to the way they were. You were suffering before I took you, right? I’ve told you that your happiness was the only thing holding me back, but you weren’t happy anymore, so now I’ll make you be.” She clasped her hands as if she remembered something, her eyes widening a little “Oh, I think I forgot to feed you yesterday. How about some breakfast? You must be hungry.”

And that kept going on and on, you would plead for her to let you go, she would assure you she wouldn’t, that she was doing this to make you happy, she then would feed you and proceed to inject you with something. You would pass out only to wake up god knows how many hours later.

And then you’d be completely alone until she came back.

At first, it was honestly a little bit cathartic if you were being honest, you got to think about your relationship with Wanda, with Natasha, you got to think about being an Avenger in general. In the beginning, the thoughts would come up and just wouldn’t stop, it almost drove you mad, but then you learned to control their direction, to observe better. You got to know yourself a bit better.

And in the process of getting to know yourself better you realized that despite the deep fear in your heart, fear of what Natasha was really capable of doing, fear of never going back to the compound, of not being able to help more people, fear of never seeing Wanda again, despite all that you couldn’t feel any sort of anger towards Nat. All you felt was hurt, betrayal, you would never imagine she would be capable of doing something like this, least of all to you.

But then the alone time became too much, you craved human interaction, any human interaction, and maybe that was what Natasha was looking for, or maybe it was because you were so weak you wouldn’t be able to fight back, but whatever the reason she decided to release you. You felt as if you were a lamb, looking at her with wide eyes and trembling hands. The shackles were gone, you could go up, you could move again. Natasha took you to the bathroom, ran you a nice warm bath, and prepared a rich breakfast for you. You didn’t know what was on her mind, you didn’t know her reasons, she didn’t say anything to you, but you would finally be free again, you would find a way to go back home.

The opportunity came later when she was in the shower, you were in the new bedroom she had moved you to, more spacious and actually furnished. You got up, opened the door slowly as if to not make any noise, and tiptoed to the living room, where the front door was. Your hand was almost on the door handle when you heard her voice.

“Where do you think you’re going, Y/N?” she asked as she approached you, quickly coming up to you and grabbing you by your wrist. You couldn’t understand, it was as if she had materialized out of nowhere, you could hear the shower running, her hair was still wet, but her clothes were crumpled as if she had put them on in haste.

“I-I’m going home,” you yelped in response, reaching up to try and pry her hand from your wrist “Please, Tasha, I wanna go home, I’m not happy here!”

“You’re not going anywhere, Detka, I already told you I’m going to make you happy, I just need a little more time to get you used to this...” she shook her head as if she was disappointed, and as she grabbed you around the waist and pulled you closer to her body you felt a really bad feeling form in the pit of your stomach “I finally let you out of your shackles and this is how you repay me? You need to learn to be more grateful. Now, apologize.”

You felt your eyes sting with unshed tears, you had already lost weight, lost muscle, you tried to pull away from her to no avail. “Let me go! Let me go, I wanna go home, Natasha, I wanna go back! I want Wanda!”

Natasha tsked. “Now you’re just acting up.”, she said, never once losing her temper. You gasped when you felt her hit the back of your knees, making you fall to the ground. You tried to get back up, but the redhead had other plans as she grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to your back.

“Remember the day you finally learned to do that spell you’ve been trying to learn? Who celebrated with you? Me, ‘cause Wanda was too busy with that fucking toaster.” She said through greeted teeth “Or when you were injured during that mission in Greece, was it Wanda who took care of you? No, it was me. Who taught you hand-to-hand combat? Who took a fucking bullet for you? Who held you when you cried after you accidentally killed a butterfly?”

“Natty, Natasha, stop!” You begged, wiggling in her grip in a panic, your arm twisting slightly in your position making the tears in your eyes stream down your face.

"You need to be more thankful and learn some manners, gosh Y/N, you’re not a brat, never been one, and you’ll get nothing from acting like one now," she said, her voice more threatening than you ever heard before. “I’m going to have you teach you a lesson.”

You cried harder, still trying to struggle out of her grip, but there was no point, Natasha had always been stronger than you physically, and now with your malnourished state and lack of powers there was no way you would be able to fight back, she was simply too heavy for you to lift off and too strong for you to fight off.

Your brain, in an attempt to escape the hell you were currently in, started a whole process of wondering why. Why was she doing this to you? She told you she loved you, but you already knew that, she’s told you that time and time again as you had her, after all you were best friends, of course you loved each other, but you couldn’t understand why would that give her the impression that she had the right to whisk you away from your whole fucking life.

But your musings were cut short when you felt her pull down the sweatpants you were wearing. They weren’t even yours in the first place, the sweats and the tank top were courtesy of Natasha herself, she had changed your clothes while you were sleeping, but it never came to your mind that there could be something sexual in her actions. Despite her claims that she loved you and wanted to make you happy, sex never crossed your mind. Not until now, not until she had you pinned to the ground, face down and ass into the air as she caressed your now bare bottom.

"What… Wait, Natasha what are you doing?" You asked, trying even harder to get up, but she twisted your arm farther, causing you to yelp out in pain.

"I told you Detka, I’m teaching you a lesson, now be quiet," she said and you felt her moving behind you. The bad feeling in the pit of your stomach increased tenfold.

"No, no, no, no. Please, please Natasha, whatever you’re thinking about doing, please, don’t do it, please!" You begged desperately, your voice shaky and cracking already, tears falling freely from your eyes.

You didn’t have time to prepare yourself, you could only let out another yelp as the sting of her hand spread across your ass. It fucking burned. "What did I say, Kotenok? Be quiet," she said, her voice almost stoic, laying another hard smack onto you, and another after that, much harder than you would ever think she would go on you. You didn’t know what to do, your ass was burning and it fucking hurt, you wanted her to stop so bad, but you were stuck.

You yelped out in pain when yet another spanking came, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching your teeth as you took it. The pain was not the worse thing though, no, you’ve suffered much more bodily harm on the battlefield with the team, what hurt the most was that she was the one doing this, making you unwillingly take this punishment, laying her hands on you without your consent. Her, Natasha Romanoff, the person you trusted the most in the whole fucking world, more than your girlfriend, more than yourself.

Slap after slap came, spreading pain across your ass and giving you the most unpleasant tingle you’ve felt in a good while, the tears in your eyes marking it as a successful punishment.

"Nothing left to say, Detka?" Nat said, and it was as if she was taunting you, but her eyes showed nothing but appreciation as she ran her warm hands over where she smacked you. You winced in pain, twitching as she went over the rougher spots. “Good girl,” she said then, her voice gentler “you took your punishment so well, baby.”

You lost count of how many times she spanked you, you were too disoriented, too clouded by the negative and confusing emotions.

You didn’t even have time to say anything before Nat’s spreading your legs apart with the hand that’s not holding you down, bending forward and pressing her lips to your exposed skin, digging teeth in hard enough to leave marks, entirely too rough compared to what you were accustomed to. Wanda was never rough with you. And you grunt in pain, there’s no pleasure in it, but Natasha seems to love the sound that came from your mouth. She stops for a second to take you in, lying there under her, your back arching away from her and your free hand struggling to keep you up.

Despite the panic flowing through your veins and the soft prayer to gods you didn’t even believe in, as Natasha’s fingers made their way to your center, rubbing and exploring the space between your folds, your body grew slightly moist against your will. You hated it, you hated being betrayed by your own fucking body too.

With each stroke you felt more and more uncomfortable, but you could hear the telltale sounds of your wetness. You squeezed your eyes shut when the first finger slipped inside you.

“See, baby?” Natasha said as she began to pump her fingers in and out. “I’m taking care of you, I’m preparing you for your real punishment instead of taking you high and dry.”

Your eyes stung with the burn of tears, your head hurt. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t-

“Natty, Natty, please! Stop! I don’t want to… Oh!” it wasn’t a moan, it was another grunt, another yelp, your pussy wasn’t accustomed to having it rough, you wanted it to stop.

“Are you sure, Detka?” Nat asked as she watched you squirm.

Natasha didn’t let you respond, though, she set to work even faster, using your reactions and whimpers as a guideline, mapping in her mind all the spots that made you curl your toes, all the corners that made your back arch even more. One finger was joined by a second, then a third. All of them going in as deep and as fast as they could, the hill of her hand pressing firmly against your clit, giving you relentless stimulation.

But in the blink of an eye, she had stopped. You felt a false sense of relief thinking that it was over, but you hadn’t really registered what she’d said before. She was only preparing you for the real punishment.

And then you heard the rumpling of clothes behind you and you felt something poke your backside. You snapped out of your daze then, your eyes shot open and you gasped loudly.

"N-Nat, what is-" You started, only to be met with her hand on your ass again. You let out a sob, not for the pain, but for what you dreaded was going to happen. You took a chance to look behind you, she twisted your arm further, but you didn’t care, all you could do was look at the cock standing proud against her stomach. Not a strap, an actual cock.

"Do you like it, baby?" she asked you, her emerald orbs taking in your reaction. “You’ll have to thank Wanda for this, not that she knew what I was going to use it for, or who I was going to use it on,” Natasha said, stroking her dick. “With this little thing” she tapped a small silvery spot in her temple, it was the nanodevice you also saw Tony and the others use “she can’t read my mind. She has no idea you’re the one who’s meant to enjoy my cock.”

You flinched when you heard her say it. You didn’t know what was worse, that she got a cock with the sole purpose of using it on you or that your girlfriend gave her the very thing she was going to use to rape you. You sobbed when you felt the tip touching your lower lips, you tried to move away and start to struggle only to be reminded of the tight grip she already had on your wrist, squeezing it tight enough to leave bruises. The arm that was keeping you up trembled so much you crumbled to the ground, cheek to the floor while Nat kept your ass up in the air.

"Don’t be like this, Detka, you’ll actually enjoy it." She said then, her tone sounding sweeter, almost delicate, it was as if you were having a heartwarming conversation with your best friend, and that broke your heart even more. “Besides, I just want you to understand that there are things you can and cannot do. You can’t just leave me, baby, you can’t try to walk out as if you own your life cause you don’t, not anymore.” She said as she rubbed her cock between your folds. “This will help me teach you all you need to learn, ok?”

You clenched your teeth as her cock pressed into you.

"Oh god..." You were shaking, trying to move away, but she pushed down on you, pinning you harder to the ground with one arm behind your back.

“Oh my god, baby, you’re so fucking tight” she moaned.

Of course you were, you didn’t want this, you didn’t want her. Your body was trying to keep her away, but your traitorous heart couldn’t find in it to hate her still. All you felt was pain, physical, mental, and emotional. All you wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry until you’d pass out.

Natasha, not content with what she was doing already, decided to humiliate you a little bit. She bent forward, took your other arm, and pinned it to your back as well, grasping both of your wrists in one hand. Her free hand went to your pussy then, spreading your lips apart so she could see better, so you’d be completely on display to her. You closed your eyes tightly, all the crying was making your headache worse, you felt dirty and exposed, and you hated that you couldn’t do anything about it. If only you still had your powers…

Who were you kidding? Despite all the sick twisted things Natasha’s been doing to you, you could never bring yourself to hurt her. You would escape, yes, you’d go back to Wanda and forget all the shit that happened the last… how long have you been here again?

“God, Detka, you feel so good. I bet Wanda never gave you anything this thick, did she?” Natasha purred as she started to force more of herself into you. It burned, you weren’t dry, she made sure of it, but she was still too big and far too large, you hated it that she was right, Wanda never gave you anything that thick.

Fuck, if it was any other time, in any other way, with Wanda preferably, you may have liked- no, loved it, but it was Nat and she was doing this against your will.

You sobbed almost hysterically, still trying to pull away in vain. "Tasha, please, it hurts." You whimpered, your voice sounded so meek, so soft and weak as she tried to fit more of her into you. To your surprise she slowed down at your request, allowing you more time to get used to her size, one of her hands started caressing your hip in an intimate gesture. With the tiny window brake, you got the pain subsided a little, but you knew that wouldn't last long, there was more to go, she wasn't even halfway. You tried to appreciate the tiny break, the way her thumb drew unrecognizable patterns on your hip, the way her hand alleviated the pressure on your arm a bit. She pushed in further then, inch by inch, in what for her must have been an agonizingly slow pace for her. The pain returned as she pushed on, your body not being accustomed to anything as girthy and big as her.

"Fuck, holy fuck, baby..." she moaned under her breath as your hips finally pressed together, the entirety of her cock completely enveloped by the velvety walls of your pussy. You felt shivers run along your whole body, a shaky breath leaving your lips unwillingly.

You felt so weak, so tired, and unfortunately, you knew you couldn’t fight back anymore no matter how much you wanted to. You didn’t have the strength, both physical and mental.

Images of Wanda came to your mind then and you couldn’t help but blame her for what was happening. If only she hadn’t cheated, if only she had loved you enough. Of course, you knew it was no one’s fault other than Natasha’s, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate the person who stood by your side through thick and thin, the person who helped you when no one would, the person who held you when you cried and laughed alongside you when you were happy.

You were as sick as her. What was wrong with you that you didn’t hate her for doing this?

“Yes Kotenok…” she purred again, pulling out of you slowly before beginning her slow pace, snapping her hips forward to dive into you again with the utmost care. Still, you yelped, clenching your fists. It wasn't hurting as much, your body has gotten accustomed to her faster than you would have predicted, but it was still too much. Her hips moved smoothly against yours, your body was offering little resistance now, even if your mind screamed for her to stop.

At least she was being gentle, you told yourself, at least she was taking your comfort into consideration.

"Y/N, you have no idea how many times I dreamt of this, how many times I imagined how it would feel to have you beneath me," she said, massaging your hip as she fucked you, her pace getting faster as she noticed your body's response, your pussy getting wetter and wetter, more compliant. “I'm sorry it had to be like this, I wanted to do everything right, I wanted to take you to dates, dinners, but then Wanda came in,” she said, a bitter tone in her voice, her hips snapped at a rougher pace now "and I saw how happy you were, so I stayed put, but then she fucked up big time and I knew your big marshmallow heart would forgive her sooner or later, so I had to take action, I had to have my chance at showing you how happy I can make you."

"This is wrong, Nat, this is so wrong." You let out a mix between a whisper and a sob, you were so out of energy, your voice held no strength behind it. "You're not making me happy, you're hurting me," you said so quietly you didn't know if she would be able to hear it, you felt so violated, so betrayed.

“Shh, it’s ok baby, it’ll feel better soon” Natasha cooed while she gently pulled your arms back to use as some sort of handle as she thrust into you, the sound of your hips smacking together echoed through the room, dirty and so inherently wrong.

The hand that was caressing your hip came to your front, drawing patterns on your stomach. You clenched your teeth and closed your eyes tightly, holding in any sort of sound that could give her a positive impression. You didn't want her to feel the twisted sense that she was making you feel good, because she wasn’t, so you held it in. It was hard to hold it, though, her thrusts were rough, calculated, she knew what she was doing. You started to hold your breath in, hoping it would help to keep your voice in check, but once you felt the need to exhale she gave you such a hard thrust that a loud whine escaped your throat.

"Oh, Detka, you sound so lovely. Please, Y/N/N, let me hear that pretty voice again." she cooed, squeezing your arms just slightly harder as if to emphasize her request. The irony wasn't lost on you that she would force herself upon you, but would ask- plead- to hear you whine again. It was then that you felt the first signs of anger, your blood started to boil, she couldn't do this, she couldn't just fucking rape you and act as if it was lovemaking, she couldn't force her will upon you, betray your trust and act as if there was nothing wrong with what she was doing.

"Fuck you." You spat then, your tears overflowing by now, your voice stronger and suddenly full of energy. Maybe the inhibitors weren't strong enough, maybe your powers were coming back. You closed your eyes tightly and willed her hands away from you. Her pace slowed down and hope blossomed into you, you thought that maybe it was working, maybe you would be able to get out of here.

“Baby, you know I don't like it when you misbehave” she warned, her voice still gentle, but a bit more firm. The hand that had been tracing patterns in your stomach lowered and was now caressing your folds, fingers brushing you with feather-light touches. You tried to pull away once more, taking advantage of the sudden energy you were filled with, but her grip on you tightened and she fastened her pace, teasing your clit, rubbing it in small circles, and sending unwanted electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

You didn’t want to enjoy this, you didn’t want her to feel validated in her perverted conviction that she’d be able to make you happy by making you hers, but your body was responding against your wish. It wasn’t something incredibly pleasurable, it wasn’t something that would give you a mind-blowing orgasm, something that would make you see stars, Natasha wasn’t that acquainted with your body yet, but it didn’t feel bad anymore.

It didn’t feel bad and you hated yourself for it.

You choked on a moan, struggling to keep it in, squeezing your eyes shut as even more tears rolled down your face. You wanted to fight back, but there was no point.

You prayed to any deity to have your powers back, you hoped against hope that you would be able to make this stop, that she would be done with you soon, but you knew Natasha too well, and one of the many things you admired about her was that when she set her mind on something she never backed down. Well, that admiration was coming to bite you in the ass.

The hardwood flooring scraped against your knees, making them red, your body was being lurched forward as she thrust roughly into you, the lewd sound of your wetness as your hips smacked together made you feel like a fucking whore, your body kept lubricating itself more and more, you were practically dripping by this point, you wanted it to stop, but there was a small part of you that felt grateful that it didn't hurt anymore, that Nat had been thoughtful enough to make sure you were ready for her, but you absolutely did not want to acknowledge that it felt good.

Had it been consensual, it would have been heaven, but the fact that she was one of the most important people in your life and yet she did this, the fact that she betrayed your trust so completely, the fact that not long ago you had witnessed the woman you loved moaning another's name, all of that made you feel hollower than you've ever felt before.

She was sliding in and out of you with ease now. Rich, deep moans were coming from her throat as she rubbed you as if she knew your body inside out as if she had been paying attention to you for years. Maybe she had.

You opened your eyes again to get a peek of her, and she was already looking at you with her eyes full of awe as if you were the most beautiful thing in the whole multiverse. Upon meeting your eyes she rubbed just the right spot on your clit and thrust deep enough to make you see stars, you were caught by surprise, your mouth worked before your brain could catch up and a pretty erotic moan slipped out.

"Oh god, baby, do that again." she moaned too, upping her pace. You held your breath in hopes of keeping your noises in, you didn’t want to spur her on even more, you had to keep it in.

The hand on your clit rubbed faster and a little bit harder. You let out another unwilling moan.

"That's it, Detka," she said with a smitten smile on her face, she slackened the hold on your arms a bit as if she was rewarding you, her thrusts came even faster then, deeper, almost painful as she filled you completely over and over. Fuck, you tried to hold back the sounds, you really did, but there was no use, she forced them out of you just like she was forcing herself into you. The worst thing is that you didn’t even know if it was from pain or pleasure anymore, you didn’t want it to feel good, it wasn’t supposed to feel good, it wasn’t supposed to be happening at all.

Natasha’s thrusts started to become less controlled, more frantic, her little pants became almost animalistic growls as she fucked you so hard.

"Tasha, Tasha, please, slow down, it hurts!" You whined.

"It’s ok my angel, don’t worry," she reassured you and it made you think that she would keep this mad frantic pace until it was over, but she slowed down a bit. You couldn’t help by wonder how could she think that this, her forcing herself on you, would make you happy? Because now it was clear that she actually meant it, she wanted to make you happy and she honestly thought that this would help, after all, why would she think of your comfort when she could be seeking her own pleasure if that was not the case?

You wanted this to end, but there was a small part of you that dreaded the end more than the deed, because you didn't know what would be your fate then, you didn't know what she would do to you. You weren't stupid to think that after all this you would be able to just go home. The thought of going home, the same one you would give anything to make true not long ago, now made you feel torn. You didn't know if you would be able to face Wanda, not when she could have avoided all of this by simply being faithful. Tears streamed down your face as you thought of all the shit that had happened since that night, all the shit that was happening right now. You grunted as Natasha's balls slapped against your pussy as she fucked you.

"O-oh, fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming baby." she breathed, leaning forward slightly, tugging you up higher by your arms, rubbing your clit harder and faster and you swore that she wouldn’t be able to do this, you never thought your body would respond this way, but Natasha didn’t just make you see stars, it was a fucking supernova.

The world went white for a moment of pure bliss, a moment where you forgot about Wanda, about Vision, about Natasha, about yourself. You came hard, your pussy embracing her cock for dear life. Nat moaned a loud and dirty moan, one that brought your consciousness back, and then it hit you that she wasn't pulling out yet and you nearly screamed, about to yell at her to stop but-

"I want you to take it all, Kotenok" she panted against your ear “take all of me”. Natasha slammed into you once more before cumming inside, pressing deep all the way to your womb. Her hips twitched as she spilled herself inside of you, making you start sobbing again. This was absolutely not what you wanted, this was the last thing you wanted to happen. You didn't know what Wanda's magic did to Nat's body, you didn't know if her cum would have any effect, but what if it did, what if you got...

You let more tears fall, you couldn't let yourself think about it, not now.

Not ever.

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

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"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

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Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

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Promises, promises

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You believed that promises are meant to be broken but Bucky always proved you wrong. Until one day, he proved you right.

Word Count: 6,555 (oops I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Angst, a tiny bit of self-doubt but with a happy ending!!!

A/N: Some tags aren’t working, damn u tumblr! Anyway enjoy the angst and the shitty writing lmfao. Also kinda want to do ficlets for these two??? Like short fics about the happenings in their relationship, their first date, how they dealt with the break up idk, lemme know if anyone’s interested in that xoxo

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It's been four and a half years since Bucky broke up with you and honestly, you're fine now. Fine, as in you've moved on from him and that you haven't been stalking his Instagram account anymore or have been asking Steve how he's doing since the break up. You're fine now, really.

There was not an ounce of denial left in your body after almost two years of pining and self-blame. But that doesn't mean you've forgotten the pain he caused you when he woke up one day and realized that he didn't need you anymore.

Forgive and forget they often told you and you badly wanted to do so. But it wasn't that easy to do, not when you still feel the pain as if it only happened yesterday.

"What did you say?" your forehead creased as you walked around the kitchen counter, quickly approaching Bucky who had his back to you as he stood in the living room of your shared apartment.

You weren't sure if you heard him right, or if he actually said anything. Perhaps you were just hearing things? Just this morning he woke up and greeted you with his charming smile before pressing a soft peck on your lips. You had cooked breakfast together, laughed together and even talked about what to have for dinner.

Sure, something about his demeanor earlier was a bit off, but you assumed it had something to do about his work and not because he wanted to break up with you.

Right?

"Bucky, what did you say?" you pressed when Bucky remained quiet; he didn't even turn around to face you.

He heaved out a deep sigh, "I said I need space." he murmured.

"What do you mean, Buck?" you asked again, voice small and shaky as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

Of course you knew what exactly Bucky meant by that, but you didn't want to believe it. You were hopeful that maybe this was one of those petty fights you used to have, one where Bucky would spend the night over at Steve's. He'll come around the next day, he always does that. You always woke up to him whispering apologies to your ear and you would say your sorry too.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand before finally turning to you, "I can't do this anymore." he said, shaking his head before averting his gaze to the floor.

He must have seen the look in your eyes when he faced you. As much as you believed that you were pretty good at hiding your emotions, it never worked on Bucky. He was the only person who could always read you; you could never hide from him.

"Bucky, I don't understand." you let out a nervous chuckle as you hugged yourself, biting your lower lip to prevent them from quivering as you held back the urge to cry.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, "I just...you've been too...fuck, I don't know how to say this without hurting you. I really don't want to." he admitted dejectedly, looking up at you.

You scoffed, "Just fucking say it, Bucky. I'm already hurt just by having this conversation." you told him.

"You're too good for me. Way too good."

Bucky’s words echoed in your mind again as you laid your eyes on him, four and a half years after your break-up. And just like that, you were back to square one.

You did your best to avoid him after he left, you felt like Bucky too tried to do the same. It was harder than you thought, given that you belonged to the same circle of friends. There were missed birthday parties, anniversaries and get togethers. If you knew Bucky was going to be there, you’d bail. Thank god you had a bunch of understanding friends who never took your absences against you.

But an engagement party between two of your friends? Now that was something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.

You’ve been really happy for quite a while now, to the point that it never crossed your mind that Bucky would surely be attending as well. He had been out of your system since the day you decided to move past him, which is why you thought that you were finally a-okay.

Tonight proved you wrong because as you watched Bucky smile and greet your friends, you realized that you still wanted to punch him and hurt him and tell him that you were still in lo—

“Hi.”

You were too focused on daydreaming about how you wanted to hurt Bucky that you failed to notice that he made his way to you and was now waiting for you to greet him back.

Bucky was smiling at you the same way he did on the night you first met at a college house party. You and Bucky have been together for that long.

“Hi.”

The music was too loud that you missed out on the stranger’s greeting, if not for his shadow looming over your hunched figure as you sat on the staircase, you would’ve completely ignored him.

The guy was looking down at you with a charming smile that made your cheeks turn pink. He was tall and slightly muscular, something you noticed right off the bat all thanks to the tight red henley he was sporting. The guy had long hair too, but it was tied back into a low man bun that was messy enough to leave tendrils of stray hair to frame his handsome face.

“Hi.” He repeated with a chuckle, a hint of amusement laced in his tone as he bit his lip at the sight of you just staring up at him.

“Hi?” You stammered awkwardly.

He laughed, “Um, can I pass through or is there some sort of password required?”

You realized that you had been blocking his way, everyone’s way actually. Quickly, you apologized and stood up to leave your spot only for the guy to block your way before you could even hop off of the last step of the staircase.

Thinking that you must have confused him and the direction you intended to go, you murmured a soft apology again before sidestepping him but to no avail. You looked up at him with a frown when you noticed that he was intentionally blocking your way.

It didn’t help that he was way taller than you. Despite the one being on the last step of the staircase, the guy still loomed over you.

“Excuse me?” You snapped and tried to move past him but he was way bigger than you and managed to stop you from passing through.

He had a cheeky smile on as he watched your futile attempt to squeeze your way out of his large body. You huffed out when he held onto the rail while his other hand on the wall, completely trapping you on the staircase.

“What’s the password?” He asked, still grinning at you.

You deadpanned, “Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him blankly before glancing at his hands, observing whether you had a chance at prying them away from where they held on. It was then that you noticed how his left hand was covered in tattoos. The sleeve of his henley rode up quite a bit to reveal that his tattoos reached his wrist, he probably had his entire left arm sleeved with ink.

“Can I please pass?” You huffed out when you concluded that there was no way you would be able to escape him.

“Like I said, I need a password.” He insisted.

“Penis.” You stated, face free from any sort of expression.

The guy choked on his laughter, “Why would you honestly think that?” He asked incredulously.

You shrugged, “I thought you guys liked dick jokes.” You reasoned out.

The guy laughed as he shook his head, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

“It’s not the password?” You asked. “Don’t I get a hint or something, I really don’t have time for games right now. I have to go back to my dorm. I have a test tomorrow.” You told the guy.

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about a test. What’s your major anyway?” He asked.

You groaned, “Like I said, I don’t have time for games or even for a conversation. Come on, just let me pass through!”

The guy hummed as he stared at you, as if he was thinking of something. You wanted to look away but he had beautiful ocean blue eyes that you found yourself slowly getting lost in.

“I’ll give you hints.” He announced. “Two hints actually, because I’m feeling generous.”

“Okay, then. Just spit it out!” You rushed.

The guy grinned.

“The password is made up of your name followed by your number.”

“Hi.”

You blinked when Bucky repeated his greeting. When you regained your senses, you cleared your throat and simply nodded at him as acknowledgment. You saw how Bucky’s smile faltered seconds before you looked away and pretended to look for someone.

“I can’t believe you just brushed me off.” He chuckled, running his fingers through his hair.

Bucky had cut off his hair right after graduation. He sported a clean cut since then but now he had longer locks; not as long as his college hair though. It just looked fluffier, you fought the urge to imagine how it’d feel through your fingers.

“I can’t believe you just expected me to greet you as if nothing happened.” You told him, letting your eyes wander around the place.

Bucky exhaled heavily and shook his head, “I thought we’d be okay by now.” He admitted. “Guess I was wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, snapping your head into his direction after avoiding his gaze earlier. “I am okay, but that doesn’t mean I am okay with being around you.” You hissed.

“I honestly thought we’d still be friends, you know. Civil at least.”

What has gotten into Bucky’s mind for him to expect a lovely reunion between the both of you? Things didn’t end well, he just left. He was too ambitious to even think that you’d greet him with rainbows and butterflies.

“We’re not friends, Bucky. Not even acquaintances.” You told him.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something until someone tapped on the mic, announcing that the newly engaged couple, Wanda and Vis, had something to say to their guests. By the time he looked back at you, you had already walked away and joined Nat at their table.

It reminded Bucky of the days when he used to watch your back retreat into your dorm whenever he walked you home.

“So, you gonna tell me the password or what?”

You felt all your blood rush to your head and you’ve never been thankful for existence of strobe lights. You were probably red as a tomato. Who wouldn’t be anyway? This handsome dude just asked for your name and number!

“Is this a joke?” You managed to asked and thanked the heavens that you didn’t stutter.

The guy shook his head, “I don’t really joke around.” He shrugged.

“Why do you even want to know my name and number?” you curiously asked.

Bucky shrugged, “Been watching you since you arrived.”

“Creeper.” you accused.

“Hard not to when you’re the only grumpy person in a party. I know your friends dragged you here, I mean you said you have a test tomorrow and you don’t seem the type to party a day before. Besides, you’ve been keeping to yourself the entire time. Figured you might want some company, one with substance.” he boastfully wiggled his eyebrows at you.

His confidence appalled you but you were also surprised at how he seemed to have read your mind. Or personality, in general.

“Hey, Bucky!”

You watched the guy turn his head towards front door where a blonde guy— Steve from the student council, you recognized— entered. You thought it’d give you a chance to slip away but the guy, well Bucky, kept his hands in place.

“Kinda busy right now, pal. I’ll catch up with you later.” He said.

Steve’s gaze moved past Bucky until they landed on you. He chuckled as he shook his head at his friend’s antics. Steve walked away but not without acknowledging you.

“He may not seem like it, but Bucky’s a good guy. You can take my word for it.”

Bucky turned to you and lifted an eyebrow, “I mean, coming from a student council member, that’s a pretty credible source.” He said confidently.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. You had to admit, Bucky had a way with words and actions. His boyish charm was working on you and you hated how easily you were falling for it. And you just met the guy like ten minutes ago!

“So, what’s the password?” Bucky asked again.

You tapped your foot as you crossed your arms over your chest, “You promise to let me go if I tell you?”

Bucky made a face, “I don’t think that’s the right term because you can expect more of me once you give me the password. But I’ll definitely step aside. That’s a promise.” He reassured.

“Promises are meant to be broken.” You stated.

“Yeah, well watch me prove you wrong. Password? Pretty please?” He asked cutely and fuck, Bucky was really winning you over just like that.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you tell him your name and number. Just as he promised, Bucky stepped aside and quickly fished out his phone to type in your number. You honestly didn’t expect for him to remember it after hearing it once, but you peeked and he actually did. Impressive.

“Like I promised, off you go to study.” He said and motioned his arm towards the front door.

You sighed and offered a small smile before finally walking past him. You were about to open the front door when Bucky beat you to it.

“I told you ‘let go’ is the wrong term ‘cause I’m walking you home tonight.” Bucky said. “And tomorrow night too. And the next night and the next next night. Or afternoon. Morning? Whatever time your classes finish.”

Bucky really proved you wrong that night because he did walk you home the next night and the next next night too. It went on until he no longer had to watch you enter your dorm or apartment because eventually, the two of you ended up going to the same home.

It’s very ironic really, that it was also Bucky who failed to prove you wrong when he broke his promise not to hurt you, ever. You wondered whether it was your fault that you actually believed in him. It was hard not to though, because Bucky’s earned your trust from all the promises he made and kept.

Which is why it was even more painful when one day, he decided to break the one promise you truly held on to.

“I’ll always love you, you know that right?”

Bucky blurted it out randomly that his statement confused the hell out of you. The two of you were just playing a video game when he said it, making you hit pause.

“And where did that come from?” You asked with amusement.

Bucky frowned, “You could’ve reacted differently. I was hoping for a high-pitched ‘awwww!’ and this is what I get?” He teased, taking your chin in between his index finger and thumb to pull you close so he could bite your nose playfully.

“You said it out of the blue!” You told him with a laugh. “But it made me happy though.” You admitted and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah, well it’s true. I mean, this thing we got? It’s forever.” Bucky said and lovingly smiled at you.

You pretended to gag at his words but it was obvious that you felt like you were on cloud nine when Bucky said that. “Cheeseballs!” You teased.

“This cheeseball’s gonna put a ring on that finger one day. That’s a promise!”

A finger snapped right in front of your face, “You good?” Nat asked.

You nodded and tried your hardest not to look at Bucky. He was seated with Steve, Sam and some other guys at the table next to yours. You could feel him staring at you and it was making you anxious. Nat and Sharon exchanged looks before letting out a sigh in unison.

“Come on, I’m fine. Stop looking at me like that!” You told them with a forced chuckle.

“What did Bucky say?” Sharon asked. She’d seen Bucky approach you upon his arrival, saw the expressions you both had as you talked and knew immediately that it didn’t go well.

Nat hummed before taking a quick sip from her glass of wine, “We’ve been watching and we’re curious.”

“He was expecting for us to be friends.” You simply stated.

Nat and Sharon groaned and rolled their eyes, “What a dick.” Nat said.

“Men really do have the audacity.” Sharon laughed and shook her head.

You joined her laughter and lifted up your own glass of wine, “I’ll drink to that.” You said before finishing your drink in one go.

One glass of wine turned into two and then three and then four. Six drinks later and you were buzzed and unstoppable. You weren’t that drunk, you were good at handling alcohol but you were tipsy for sure. The formalities of the engagement party were finally done and the guests were left to mingle around.

Wanda and Vis immediately went to your table to catch up and after giving them your heartfelt congratulations (and apologies for missing out on plenty of events), you decided to step out of the venue to get some fresh air.

The silence allowed you to process your thoughts, the same thoughts you had repressed for years. You were happy for Wanda and Vis, truly. The two have been the epitome of soulmates and it was only right for them to end up tying the knot. But you also couldn’t help but wonder, would you and Bucky end up in marriage too had he decided to stay and work things out with you?

You lift up your left hand and stared at your bare ring finger. Just a few years ago, you’d been wearing a simple gold band studded with tiny diamonds around it— a promise ring. Bucky had given it as a gift on your 6th anniversary. You’d gotten together when you were just 19 and Bucky 21. People always doubted that your relationship with him wouldn’t last long given that the two of you were so different. Not to mention, Bucky had a reputation. Girls fawned over him; he was tall and handsome, had a rugged appeal to him thanks to his long hair and tattooed left arm. He drove a damn motorcycle that got him into trouble plenty of times.

You were Miss Goody Two Shoes who played it safe and Bucky was the Big Bad Wolf who liked taking risks.

It was a surprise when your relationship with him kept on progressing and the next thing you knew, the both of you have been together for a total of eight long years. It would’ve reached nine but shit happened and Bucky decided that those eight years didn’t matter to him anymore.

“Can we talk?”

If Bucky asked you that a couple of years ago, you would’ve probably punched him in the face and kneed him at the crotch before running away. Well, you still wanted to do so but a part of you wanted to talk things out. Get a proper closure maybe since Bucky failed to give you a detailed explanation that would help you understand why he chose to leave you.

Nat told you once that some things are better left unsaid. You spent years secretly pining for Bucky after the break up, spent nights questioning yourself where you lacked that made him leave you. You’d asked Steve about Bucky whether he met someone knew or how he was dealing with the break up; it did you more damage than good until you finally gave up and decided to actually move on.

But now that Bucky was here and there was no way to avoid him, maybe you deserved this confrontation after all.

“What do you want to talk about?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the pavement right in front of you.

You felt Bucky stand beside you, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jeans before turning to you, “About us.”

You snickered, “Us? What about us? What is there to talk about us?” You asked, turning your head to face him.

Bucky’s eyes have always been your favorite feature of his. They were very expressive and if Bucky could see through you every damn time, it was his eyes that you could always read. They were still blue but they held a certain emotion in them as he gazed at you.

Sadness and...regret?

Before your assumptions could get the best of you, you turned away and waited for Bucky to speak again.

“I can’t keep on avoiding you.” He said. “I’ve been doing so for the past few years and it kills me.” He admitted.

“And you think I want to keep doing this too? I’ve missed out on so many occasions because I just couldn’t be around you. You’re not the only one struggling.” You said.

Bucky shrugged, “Then let’s stop avoiding each other.”

The way he suggested it almost offended you; he was so nonchalant about it as if it was so easy to just let him waltz back into your life. Truth was, you dreamt of the day that he’d come crawling back to you. But you knew better than to let your walls down just because you miss him.

“When Steve told me that you seemed to be doing well, I really thought it meant that we can become friendly with each other, y’now. I mean, eight years. Those years meant so much to me, we’ve been through a lot and—“

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Barnes?!” You bitterly chuckled.

“If those eight years together really meant a lot to you, you would’ve stayed. You would’ve allowed me to work it out with you! But what, you broke up with me because you thought I was too good for you? That you felt suffocated just because I was looking out for you?”

You didn’t mean to snap at Bucky like that, in your mind you thought you would be able to have a calm conversation with him. But with the alcohol running through your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from expressing yourself and and feeling the same way you did on that specific night.

“Too good? How am I too good for you, Buck?” You asked, immediately wiping off the tears that escaped your eyes.

“You have everything planned out! For yourself, for us. And it makes me feel fucking useless! I see you work your way up at your job and I’m still figuring out what the hell I want to do with my life!” He exclaimed.

You shook your head, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered. “If you told me this then I could’ve done something about it, Buck! Rather than let it get this far, I would’ve fixed it.” You told him and tried to reach out but Bucky took a step back.

“That too! You’re a fixer! You always end up fixing things. This relationship has become an endless cycle of me fucking up things and you picking up the pieces. And every single time you clean my mess, I feel like you’re hoping I’d be like the others. It’s like you’re trying to make me into a person I’m not just so I could fit this, this certain mold you had in mind!” He accused you.

You wiped again your tears and refused to believe him, “That’s not true, Bucky! I’ve always loved you for who you are, I never asked you to change for me!”

“Yes, you do! You never said it but I always felt it...when Steve got promoted and when Sam finally launched his business. You always wanted me to be like them, you never said it out loud but that’s what you made me feel whenever we talk about my job...or lack thereof.” He chuckled bitterly.

Bucky may not be traditional in the sense that he considered himself an artist. He never liked the idea of settling for a nine to five desk job so he took on a job as a tattoo artist. It wasn’t a permanent job and he didn’t have clients demanding for him all the time so it gave him time to work for a motorcycle shop too.

It was never a problem for you but practically speaking, your and Bucky’s joint savings wouldn’t be enough for the future that the both of you have planned out.

“I’ve been supportive of you! I never asked you to give up on those jobs, Bucky.” You defended yourself.

Bucky nodded his head, “You don’t know it but you do. That’s how I felt whenever you suggested that I try something else.”

“It’s because I know you can do so much more! Stay at the tattoo parlor and mechanic shop, then fine! But don’t settle because you have the potential to make it out there, that’s what I want you to know! I don’t understand why you’re limiting yourself, Buck. Why you’re suddenly so afraid.”

You carefully took a step closer to Bucky and thank god he let you this time. You swallowed the lump in your throat and reached out to cup his face in your hand. Bucky was livid, his chest rising heavily with every breath he took.

“You were the one who taught me to be brave, to take risks. I used to be so afraid, remember? Afraid to ride your motorcycle, to try out that job I thought I couldn’t handle. I was so scared to commit,” you chuckled, remembering how much you hesitated to give Bucky a chance when he asked you to be officially his girlfriend.

“...but you’ve always been there for me. And I want to do the same with you. I know that it seems scary to let go of what you believe is your calling. You don’t have to let go of it, Buck. But you gotta try something new too.” You said as you let your thumb caress the skin beneath his eyes.

There was silence between the two of you. Bucky had calmed down and you thought that it was over. Little did you know that it was simply the calm before the storm. Because the words that came out of Bucky’s mouth were the words you didn’t expect to hear.

“Well, this is me trying something new.”

Bucky refused to meet your gaze and simply let your hand move away from his face. You shook your head no as you turned around to compose yourself.

“We were fine this morning, Buck. What happened?” You asked and embraced yourself, seeking comfort you knew you’d only get if Bucky changed his mind.

“I thought we were fine too. But the tattoo parlor is closing in a month and we haven’t been getting plenty of clients at the motorcycle shop. And it just hit me y’now, I dread coming home to you because I know you’d be disappointed and that again, you’d offer to fix my shit and the thing is, I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to fix my shit or tell me how to deal with my problems! I woke up and realized that I just don’t...” Bucky paused when you swiftly turned around with a frown, eyes brimming with a fresh new wave of tears.

“Don’t say it, Bucky. I’ll be better, I promise! I won’t nag you or pressure you into anything. Just please, don’t say it. Please don’t. We can still work this out.” You begged Bucky.

You weren’t sure you could take it, what he wanted to say. You already knew what he was going to tell you, you didn’t want to hear it. Let other people say it but god, it’d break you if you heard it from him.

“I’m sorry but I don’t need you anymore.”

The stabbing pain in your heart felt so familiar, the kind that punched all the air out of your lungs. You thought you were done crying over Bucky, but you were so wrong.

“I fucked up.” Bucky huffed out, bowing his head as if ashamed.

“You realized that just now?” You snickered. “Do you know how long it took for me to get over you? To forget the pain from hearing you tell me that you don’t need me anymore? After eight years together, Buck. You were my first everything and you gave up on us. And you really expected us to be friends, just like that?!” You spat.

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed, lifting his head to look up at you and you were surprised that his eyes were glazed with tears.

“I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong. Because you were right, I shouldn’t have settled then. But god I was an idiot, an insecure idiot.” He admitted.

“I was so used to being the one who guided you that it fucking hurt my ego when I noticed that you were becoming your own person outside of our relationship. I was supposed to be the one supporting you, pushing you to be better. You ended being the one leading me. I let my ego get the best of me and thought I’d be better off without you. But it was the biggest mistake of my life because when I left, I felt even more lost.” Bucky explained.

You were left speechless, you weren’t sure why Bucky was telling you all this. Did he want you back or was he simply apologizing? You didn’t have words so you remained quiet and waited to see whether Bucky had more to say.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. I hurt you. I should’ve stayed, should’ve worked with you to fix our relationship. I hate what we’ve become, I sincerely wanted us to be civil with each other at least.” He said.

“Bucky, you’ve been saying the same thing over and over again. I’m not sure you understand the situation. I can’t be friends with you. Not after what happened. I thought I was fine but now I realized that I’ve never really moved on from the pain you caused me.” You told him and sniffed, looking back to check whether your friends could see you.

Thankfully, all the guests were still busy mingling with each other. It’s as if the universe meant for this confrontation to happen. But now you weren’t sure what to do after you finally got a clear explanation from Bucky.

“I wanted a fresh start with you.” Bucky said. “Thought that it would make it easier for me to win you over if we were friends again.”

You scoffed in disbelief, “It’s not that easy, Buck. I can’t just let you walk back into my life after your apology. It doesn’t work that way.”

You tried to move past him but he immediately blocked your way, “When I said I’ll always love you, I meant it. I still do. I want to make things right, please. Give me one last chance to fix this.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was Bucky’s words and how sincere he sounded that made your head spin. Your heart was racing and your palms turned cold. You wanted him back too, so bad but you weren’t sure if it was a good idea. He broke your heart and your trust, you weren’t sure if you’d survive if he left you again.

“I can’t continue this conversation, Bucky. I have to go.” You told him and made your way towards the door to the venue.

However, Bucky was quick to stand in front of the door. He had a determined look on his face, one that looked extremely familiar. You were still hurt but couldn’t deny the fact that you too, still love him.

Even after everything that had happened, Bucky still owned your heart.

“Bucky, can you please move? I want to go home.” You said and tried to reach for the door knob but Bucky moved and leaned against the door.

“You need a password to get through.”

You rolled your eyes, “We’re way too old for this, Bucky. I’m not playing with you.”

He shook his head, “I’m not playing either. Give me the password or else we’d be here the entire night.”

You huffed out, “This isn’t funny. Let me through.”

Bucky shrugged, “No can do. Like I said, I can do this all night.”

You deadpanned, “What’s the hint?” You asked with a defeated sigh, knowing well enough that there was no way you could walk past him without playing along with his stupid little game.

“Consists of three words.” Bucky said.

“Penis boobs vagina.”

Bucky cackled, “And I thought you said we’re too old for this.”

You groaned, “I’m serious, Bucky. Just let me go.”

“No. I made that mistake once and I’m not doing that again. I love you. And I promise that this time, it’ll be different. I know you still love me too, so again I am asking you to take a risk and say it.”

Bucky said it with conviction and you hated how it made your stomach flip. Up until this day, Bucky had a way to make you fold. And he could still read you.

“I’m not saying it, Bucky. How sure are you that I still feel the same anyway?” you asked.

Bucky tipped his head towards your neck, “Not sure if you just forgot but you’re wearing the promise ring as a necklace.”

Fuck. Of course, you’d forgotten about it. You may not have been wearing it on your finger, but you still continued to wear it. It meant a lot to you even after the break up, so much so that you couldn’t simply throw it away or remove it. You figured that it might be better to keep it around your neck. Out of sight, out of mind but still there. You wanted it to exist, it was a part of you.

“Say it and I promise that you won’t regret it.” Bucky insisted.

“Promises are meant to be broken. You proved that the night you broke up with me.” Your voice quivered when you said that.

“And I want to make it up for it for the rest of my life.” He reassured.

“History repeats itself. I don’t think I can deal with it again if you realized the second time around that you don’t need me. Buck, you really hurt me.” You said, voice cracking before you could even finish your sentence.

Bucky quickly took your face in between his hands and for some reason, it felt right. The warmth of his palm, the love in his eyes as he gazed at you, it felt like home.

“I know and I hate myself for it. So fucking much. But I promise you, it wouldn’t happen again. I fixed my life when you left, realized that you were right. I’m better now. So let me be the fixer this time, let me be the one to fix this mess, to pick up the pieces. Because I’m just as afraid to let you go again. I can’t do that again. I love you and I need you. I always did.”

The kiss he pressed on your forehead caused your walls to crumble down. All of a sudden you were sobbing into his arms and apologizing.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you then, Buck. I didn’t know, I’m sorry too.” You cried.

“Shh, no. Please don’t apologize.” Bucky coaxed as he pulled back to kiss your tears away. “None of this was your fault, baby. It’s all on me. Let me make it up to you, please?”

The term of endearment made your heart flutter and as much as you hated how Bucky easily won you over, again, the love you have for him was quick to outweigh it. You knew you shouldn’t have given in to him just like that, but this was Bucky. He was your greatest love, someone who owned your heart even after he left.

“I miss you, baby. Couldn’t fathom the thought of you being with someone else.” Bucky admitted as he hugged you tightly.

“I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. I hated myself for hurting you. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

His hand rubbed circles against your back, helping you calm down after your breakdown. He swayed you from side to side, pressed kisses on your crown and whispered promises that he was sure he was going to keep and you basked in it. When you finally calmed down, you pressed your face into Bucky’s neck and inhaled his scent.

He smelled the same, like comfort and love and trust. You hugged him tighter and smiled into his skin and mumbled, “I love you.”

Bucky chuckled, “You got the password right but I don’t think I’m letting you go just yet.”

“Nat and Sharon’s gonna kick our asses if they find out.” You chuckled.

He pulled back and stared at you lovingly, “I’ll take the hit for you.” he laughed.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Forgiven.” You told him and stood on your tiptoes until Bucky bent down to meet your lips in a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss. Four and a half years of pain and anger all gone and replaced with the love you always had for Bucky. His lips against yours made you dizzy but in a good way.

It felt right, like this was how things were really supposed to be.

You pulled back and sighed, “As much as I want to stay like this, I’m really tired.”

Bucky let you go but took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m driving you home tonight.” He said.

You smiled.

“And the next night. And the next next night.”

Yet again, Bucky proved himself to be worthy of another chance. Because he drove you home the next night, and the next next night. It went on until he regained your trust back and all was well enough for him to finally reveal the black velvet box that he had been keeping in his pocket since the night of your eventful reunion.

“You need a password to see what’s inside.” Bucky grinned up at you as he bent down on one knee.

You chuckled through your years, “Any hint?”

“One word, three letters.”

You wiped away your tears with a smile followed by a subtle nod.

“Yes.”

Bucky kept his promise all along, he really did put a ring on your finger. Took quite a while with plenty of obstacles that caused its delay, but a promise fulfilled nonetheless.

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ᴄᴀᴛ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ?

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

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