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The Shadowsinger: Three
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. mentions of parental abuse, mentions of violence, implied torture, ACOTAR series spoilers. If I forgot anything, please let me know!
Pairings: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: Rhys asks you to be an emissary for the Night Court and Azriel volunteers to train you.
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Prologue - One - Two
The next month was spent with you learning about Velaris and the rest of Prythian. Even though you were 20 when you ended up in the northern village, you knew a lot had changed in the 100… and 50… years since then. You couldn’t count on anything you learned from being a spy because so much was different under Amarantha.
You spent days in the Library under the house, reading books about High Lords and Illyrians. You also found some good romance novels you brought up to your room.
This city, one that was full of hopes and dreams and happiness… It hadn’t been touched in hundreds of years. Not even the people in the Court of Nightmares knew about it anymore, thanks to Rhys’s protection.
You got to know Cassian, Mor, and Amren pretty well. Azriel had been off doing his own spying, so you only got to know him from what the Inner Circle told you.
You felt like you were starting to belong here. Like you could find a place in the city. Maybe even in the circle.
“I have an offer for you.” Rhys said at dinner one day. You took a sip of your wine and rose your eyebrows, telling him to go on. “We are trying to get the Illyrians to train the females. Those who want to be trained, or aren’t being threatened by their partners, of course. And I think you’d be a good emissary to the war bands.” He said, glancing at Cassian as if to say keep your mouth shut.
“Me? I- I don’t know if they would listen to a female… especially if their High Lord is having trouble with it.” You said, glancing over to Cassian. You knew the male would probably support what you chose, but if the High Lord and Lord Commander were struggling…
“Well, then you’ll have to make them listen. And not to bring your abilities into it… but you are a Shadowsinger. They can’t deny that, and they’ll tolerate you more because of it.” He said. How lovely…
“Like they did for Azriel?” You asked, hearing the stories of the brothers from Mor and Rhys. They barely allowed him to train, being a bastard. The only reason they did was because he was a Shadowsinger, and Rhys’s friend… “I don’t know, Rhys… it’s one thing to visit those camps. But to try and convince them that they have to train females..” you trailed off. “I don’t even know how to fight. I can’t very well take on an Illyrian.”
“You know how to hunt, right?” Cassian asked and you shrugged. You hunted for Sirona and your family when you first arrived at the northern village, but you hadn’t done a lot in the past 50 years. The most you ever did was with your Shadows, and that was more described as sneaking. “Then I’ll teach you to fight. Show the Illyrians that females can fly in their ranks just as good, if not better, than any male.” He said.
“You can think about it-“ Rhys started but you shook your head.
“I’ll do it.” You said firmly. “I’m tired of being useless when it comes to protecting myself and the people I love. I’m not going to let it happen again.” You said, your shadows settling on your shoulders as if they were backing you up. You let your family down before. You let your blood family harm you and the only thing you could do was flee.
“Okay, then it’s settled. I’ll train you-“
“How about I do it?” You heard Azriel’s voice, turning to him where he leaned against the wall. A few of your shadows bolted to him like the first day you met, this time wrapping around him before coming back to you. You could’ve sworn they brought some of his scent with them. They didn’t say anything, but they seemed to like him more than anyone else you met.
“Az, when did you get back?” Cassian asked.
As smirked, “Just now.” He said
“You want to train (Y/N)?” Cassian asked, resulting in Azriel nodding.
“I can teach you how to fight with and without your shadows. And when I’ve gotta go out on missions, Cass can train you on the former.” He said and you looked at Rhys.
“Whatever you want.” Rhys said and smiled. “It’s your choice.”
You glanced between the two. You didn’t know Azriel as well as you did Cassian… but you knew he was a Shadowsinger like you. And you know he could help you hone your abilities. You also knew that he was just as much a deadly warrior as the other two males sitting beside you.
“Okay, it’s a good idea.” I said and gave him a small smile. You could’ve sworn you saw his face flush, but only for a moment before he was back to showing his unreadable mask. “Maybe you can teach me how to spy… and this time actually keep secrets when I want to.” You joked. You knew how to spy. Knew how to get information out of people. When Rhys didn’t have time to interrogate spies under the mountain, she had you do it. You still felt blood on your hands from all the lesser faeries and High Fae you harmed on her behalf.
Az only gave you a small nod before joining the rest of you at the table. “I do have one request,” you said to all of them. “I don’t go to Valorworth until I’m done training.” You said. Before any of them could ask, you continued. “I can’t see my family… My blood family… yet. What they did to me.. I was weak and a coward. I couldn’t stand up for myself so the only thing I did was run. So the next time I do see them, I want to be able to show them I’m not weak. And I won’t run from them.”
There was something of understanding on all of their faces as you looked around the table. “If you want to kill them, we’ll gladly allow it.” Cassian said with a small smirk on his face. “Hell, I’ll even do it.” Rhys said and you smiled, letting out a small laugh.
“I don’t need to go that far… yet.” You said and leaned back in the chair, happy to be able to help the Court.
“You’ll get a salary as well,” Rhys said. “You’re welcome to stay here at the House. Or the townhouse. But you can also find an apartment.” He said and you smiled.
“I’ll think about it. Right now, it’s better to stay close to where I can train.” You settled. “If staying here is okay with all of you, that is.” You said.
“Are you kidding? It’ll be so much better having you here and not just the boys.” Mor said and you laughed gently, finally feeling like you could really fit in here.
The next day you went up to the training ring, seeing Azriel already warming up. You stood quietly by the stairs, watching as his shadows moved with him as he did movements you’d seen thousands of times in Valorworth.
His shadows didn’t warn him of your presence. A couple of them snuck out from behind his legs and went over to you, circling around your hair. Your own shadows moved to join him in the center of the ring. You still barely understood the concept of Shadowsinging, even after all these years. But maybe now, with him as your teacher, you could understand it more. And learn to understand yourself.
You finally cleared your throat as you stepped forward. As much as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t stand and watch him all day. “You certainly know what you’re doing.” You commented as you walked closer to him.
Rhys had gotten Illyrian training leathers for you, tailored to your wings and your sizes. So when you walked up to Azriel, he had to pause just to take you in. You didn’t wear dresses much, but you also didn’t wear anything as tight fitting as this. Not that he’s seen you within the past month.
You shifted under his gaze, looking up to the sky. After breakfast and before you came here, you decided to take a flight. You knew it would be getting colder, and the frigid fall air only proved you right. This would be one of the last nice days before it started to snow. And flying would be a hassle.
“I am teaching you for a reason.” He finally said and you nodded. “Come here, let’s get started.” He motioned you over to where he stood.
You walked over and set your hands to your side. You were glad he decided to train you here and not in Windhaven. You didn’t know if you could handle being seen by the males, critiqued. Cassian told you that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to train you here. Apparently, Azriel hated the Illyrians. You completely understood, too, from what you’d learn about Azriel. The things that happened to him while at the war camps. Especially before Rhysand’s mother had come along to take him in. Still, you didn’t want to start training as an Illyrian when you didn’t know anything.
You weren’t sure how or why Azriel still adapted to the training, but it was probably so ingrained into him (and useful) that he couldn’t let it go. And so you had your trainer.
“I’m assuming you never trained at the camp?” He asked and you simply shook your head, scoffing at the idea. Your father would have killed you if he saw you anywhere near the training rings. “Do you know the exercises at all? Anything?” He asked and you shook your head.
“I was 20 when I left, and I was never allowed near the ring. I’ve only ever saw my brothers train once, and I remember the beating I got for it more than anything else.” You said. “All I know is that my father had a killer left hook that would leave my face bruised for a week. Even with my healing.” You said and saw something like anger flash through Azriel’s eyes before returning to his soft stare.
“Then let’s teach you an even worse one, and maybe he’ll learn never to hit a female again.” He said and you gave him a small smirk.
“Let’s.” You agreed and started the warm up with him.
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A/N: Well we see the reader finally interact with Azriel! Not much but just a little taste of it... I hope y'all like slow burns cause this one is very much that...
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Steve’s never had anyone show any genuine interest in the things he likes. Robin rolls her eyes when he brings up sports or silly movies that don’t have a bigger plot or character work. Even though she played soccer, she doesn’t care about it in the same way that Steve cares about basketball or football.
The kids make fun of everything from his taste in music to his choice in snacks for movie nights. Mike calls him a little housewife for baking one time and he never shows up with cookies again. They’re never intentionally mean spirited, or at least he doesn’t think so. He knows he can give as good as he gets when it comes to catty, sarcastic comments, but he tries to steer clear of personal attacks on someone’s identity these days. He learned that lesson with Jonathan.
But even before the party came along, it was like that. His parents never stuck around long enough to find out what he was up to, never attending a game or meet, and certainly in the dark about what he might be up to outside of school. Tommy only ever cared about himself and Carol, only following Steve around for clout, popularity by association. If he asked him right now, he’d bet a lot of money that Tommy doesn’t even remember his favorite food or the movie he used to watch when he was sick. There was a point where he thought he could share things with him. Until he realized mid ramble about sports cars that Tommy wasn’t even listening to him. He was staring at Carol and nodding along with a vacant expression.
So he stopped sharing. Stopped caring if people knew anything about him because they never asked. People always made assumptions about him anyway. The girls he slept with only wanted one thing. The kids were happy to let him chauffeur them around with no questions asked. Robin was the only one he let in, the only one that cared about digging deeper. But, and she never said in so many words, he could tell that she thought his interests were mundane, and clearly not something that sparked any enthusiasm from her. She couldn’t even keep up with the girls he slept with, giving him the same bored stare as Tommy.
Even now, after a few years, Steve’s reminded that they never would have become friends if not for trauma and the secret inner workings of the Russian’s within Hawkins. He’s lucky to have her, but he doesn’t think she ever would���ve chosen this, chosen him. And that’s fine. He’s used to not being chosen. His parents didn’t choose him when they started leaving him alone at age 12. Tommy and Carol chose each other and the reign of a new king when Steve fell from his throne. Nancy chose Jonathan.
He doesn’t think he has a lot to offer.
Well, at least until Eddie comes along. He’s taken by surprise when Eddie asks after the song that’s playing in his car. He’d assumed Eddie only liked metal music, and yeah he pokes fun at the genre of music Steve seems to stick to, begging him to give metal a shot, but he doesn’t say a word about how lame it is. When they’re having a movie night, Eddie notices that Steve gravitates towards coke and brings him one without Steve asking.
After Eddie sees his bedroom, Steve gets a pack of hot wheels for Christmas. Eddie jokes that he should give one to each of the kids as their new ride, since they seem to be ungrateful little twerps. Steve places them right under his posters on his dresser and Eddie grins at them every time he comes over. They lay in bed and pretend to drive them on the ceiling like they’re kids again. It shakes something loose in Steve’s chest.
Eddie hates sports, but he invites Steve over on Mondays, when Wayne is perched in his chair for football. He quietly works on his campaigns while Steve and Wayne watch the games. Eddie somehow worms his way into Steve’s heart, digging deeper and deeper with each new thing, like he wants to know more. Steve’s history is a minefield, but Eddie expertly navigates through it, leaving who they were behind, building something new together. Steve’s already halfway in love with him before he even realizes that Eddie is something that he likes.
He expects to freak out a bit more, but who is going to stop him? Who is going to care if he wants to be with this boy? He’s spent so long ignoring parts of himself for others that he wants to cherish this fragile thing, to cradle it in his hands, make sure no one can ruin it for him. When he kisses Eddie, it feels like coming home, like he’s finally found that place he’s been searching for his whole life. It’s a kind of devotion that Steve’s not used to, born of love and not obsession or jealousy or anger.
He’s not sure he deserves it, but he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.
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no no you don’t understand I don’t want to write this fic idea. i don’t even necessarily want to read it per se. i just want to put it in my mouth and thrash my head around like an an excited dog with a chew toy
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i could go on and on and on by jovenshires (on ao3) for @hoohoobeanie
night falls. courtney and spencer come home.
(i'll spare you all the sappy stuff - happy birthday, kit 🖤)
#spourtney#rpf#shipping#fic#katie writes#video*#mine*#kit#hoohoobeanie#i hope you enjoy bestie happy birthday <3<3<3<3#fic*
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It's All About You, Jamie
He shouldn’t have looked.
Jamie knew he shouldn’t have looked.
Whatever papers spilled out of the folder when he accidentally kicked it off of Roy’s coffee table, he shouldn’t have looked at them. They’re Roy’s not his; he was just trying to use his toes to scratch his itchy calf.
But he did look.
And looking got him to here: sitting on the living room carpet, staring at Roy's contract renewal for AFC Richmond.
Roy’s contract renewal, promising him a bonus worth close to a third of Jamie’s annual salary, if they make it back to the FA Cup finals. Double that, if they win.
Of course.
It makes sense that Roy would make extra money if he coaches a winning team. And it makes sense that Roy would want them to win, so he can make the extra money.
Which means that he needs Jamie in top shape.
Jamie stares at the paper in his hand, and the last few months sharpen into perfect clarity.
I could train you. But only if you fucking mean it.
You’re not on fucking holiday from training.
Whistle.
Not the week for your Mister Fucking Humble, great teammate bullshit.
Wanna grab a beer later?
All the progress they’d made – the progress Jamie thought they’d made, anyway – was this why? Did Roy just take an investment in him as … an investment?
It makes sense.
Roy started training him so he’d be a better player. So they’ll win.
Roy tracked him down in Manchester so he’d be at his mental best. So they’ll win.
Roy invited him for a beer so he’d only have one. So they’ll win.
Roy let Jamie move into his house so he could keep an eye on his schedule. So they’ll win.
Roy cooks his meals so he’ll stay on his meal plan. So they’’ll win.
Roy kisses him and … it’s so Jamie won’t go out and find someone else. So they’ll win.
All of it, every single thing that’s happened between him and Roy, Roy’s done it so they’ll win.
And Jamie?
Jamie fell in love.
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#royjamie#ted lasso#roy kent#jamie tartt#roy x jamie#whumptober#whumptober 2023#no. 2#fic#katie writes#kw23
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Forever
Pairing:- Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Vampire AU
Summary:- Bucky has spent a century without you, now that he has finally found you he is afraid to lose you. Will you be willing to spend forever with him, to become a creature of the night?
Word Count:- 1211 (I really tried to make this shorter but it ran away from me)
Warnings:- Explicit Sexual content. Vampire AU. Vampire Bucky. Unprotected Sex (Practice safe sex) blood drinking - (vampires), hints of self-doubt. There are some feels in this one possibly.
A/N:- 18+ For the @the-slumberparty Warm Up Drabble. I got the word Vampire. I hope you enjoy it, I did try and keep it short and sweet but it ended up going over a thousand words. No beta so some mistakes may have slipped through. Title banner is by me. Other banners is by @maysdigitalarts Divider is by @firefly-graphics
He should have known one sip would never have been enough the first time he met you.
Not when the sweet wine of your blood tasted as divine on his tongue as it did. A golden nectar of captured sunlight, summer fruits, and the things he had longed for in the long, dark night.
One taste and you intoxicated him. One taste and you became his addiction. His craving, until all he could think about, was devouring you in all ways.
In the century he had lived, he had tasted no one quite like you, never been captivated by such a creature. It went beyond the mere taste of your blood, of how the scent of a summer’s day clung to your skin. Making him dream of days he had long since forgotten about. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had pictured a summer’s day, dreamed of the sun. Except when lying next to you, your blood on his tongue, your scent surrounding him and the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat as you slept, he dreamed. He remembered. And he missed.
It wasn’t often he allowed himself to dwell on such memories, on forgotten things. Not when the night had brought him to you.
It wasn’t just your blood, though, that had him so captivated. You were beautiful. Your smile could light up a room, and your eyes glistened when the light caught them. You kept him on your toes, with your charm and quick wit, and your mind was always moving, learning, willing to explore.
And fuck did you want to explore.
You yearned for adventure; your soul burned for it as hot as the sun burned in the sky.
Your fearlessness had you going toe to toe with him at his worst, until he fucked you senseless, and you clawed at his back, urging him on, feeding him your blood and taking his own as you mewled with pleasure.
Bucky feared the day he would lose you. Feared the day that would fast approach. Time for a mortal was over in a blink of an eye, and he couldn’t imagine living the centuries without you now that he had met you. The endless cycle without you by his side, not now that he had found you, but was it his right to ask you to give up the world of the sun? The summer days. Possible children.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re brooding so much?” You asked, standing in the doorway of the beach house. The sound of the waves crashing along the shore carried through the night sky as the stars glistened above them.
It wasn’t often that he spent time at this property. A vampire having a home on the beach was asking for trouble, but it was winter, and you loved the beach even in the cold, so the two of you would make do for another week before you moved to a more secure house that offered more shelter for him.
Bucky turned towards you, noting the white lace teddy you were wearing. It shaped your body perfectly, and his gaze followed the shape of your body, the curve of your breasts. He could see the peak of your nipples.
“I’m thinking of the future.” He answered honestly because you knew him well enough to catch him out in a lie.
“You know you could always just ask me, rather than brooding about the future.” You breathed.
“What right do I have to ask?” he asked, brow creasing together.
You moved towards him, stepping outside onto the decking until you were standing right in front of him, before straddling him in his seat.
“Ask me the question, Bucky.” You whispered. He could hear the steady beat of your heart. The confidence you projected filled him with hope. But he had long since given up on hope. Hope wasn’t for a creature such as him.
“Will you stay with me? As a Vampire?”
One beat. Two beats. Three beats.
“I’m yours. Now and forever, Bucky. In whatever form that takes, in this life or the next. Always.”
Bucky stilled. Uncertain, he had heard you right.
You smiled at him. “Yes Bucky. As a Vampire.”
The weight of your gaze pressed along his skin, leaving scorch marks in their wake. Emotions swelled inside of him, and he couldn’t hold himself back from taking you there and then. Not to turn you, but to show you just how fucking happy you had made him.
It was easy enough to part your legs further, slip his robe aside. His cock already hard, the scent of your arousal already filling his nose.
You moved to lower yourself onto his cock, knowing what you both needed, taking him inch by fucking inch. Your walls stretched around his girth before you clenched tightly, and he groaned at the sensation.
Bucky swallowed slowly, one hand brushing the strap of your teddy down your shoulder. Neither of you moved as your gazes met. Your heartbeat loudly, awaking the beast inside of him.
Heat enveloped him, and he strained against the urge to thrust hard and fast in and out of you.
“Bucky, fuck me hard and fast. Take me. Make me yours.”
Whispered words that snapped his control just enough to allow his vampiric nature to surge into the front seat.
His hips moved, his cock sliding out almost to the tip before he thrust hard and fast back into you. Your movements matching his as you rocked against him, hips swivelling ever so slightly, that he almost came right there and then.
A merciless, relentless rhythm of bodies moved against each other. A hum vibrated through his body. Fangs descended, and he bit down into your shoulder. The moan that escaped your lips vibrated through him, as he drank your blood, and took the substance he craved so much.
Fuck, did he love you.
Your own teeth scraped his bare shoulder, not sharp enough to pierce his own flesh, but sharp enough to give him a jolt of pleasure.
He held you tight as he drank and thrust hard and fast. Your wetness coated your thighs, and the hot walls engulfed him, clenched and pulsed with every stroke of his cock.
Flushed together, your arms wrapped around him tightly, nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him shiver at the sharp pain that sent a current of electric shocks through his body.
Muscles at the base of his cock tightened, and the peak of both of your releases rushed through them with one last thrust.
His climax ripped through him. Muscles trembled as he held you, his pulse quickening. You shuddered, mouth open and a low moan came from your lips, making his cock pulse even more as the sound tickled his senses.
The noises you made were fucking delightful to hear.
Satisfied and full, his fangs retracted, and he gave a slow lick of the wound, allowing his saliva to heal the wound quicker than it would have on its own,, as you snuggled into the side of neck.
“When?” You asked.
“Soon. You’ll enjoy the things you won’t be able to do again.”
“As long as I’m with you, Bucky. Nothing else will matter.”
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alriiight so remember how one and a half years ago i said id do a series on skz as romantic tropes, inspired by @jinniebit's post? surprise, i am actually still working on it! i have not forgotten! i just am very slow.
but since ive been working on the enemies to lovers!minho fic over the last couple of days and i actually like where it is going, i figured id prove that i didnt vanish into the void give you a sneak peak.
i wont give you context because i dont want to spoil the rest of the story but i think it works without context anyways.
so here you go.
“I’m just saying, he has a car, he literally offered to take us, why the hell would you not take that offer?”
Jisung and you are arguing in the kitchen. Chan and Changbin are throwing a party at their place and both you two and Minho are invited. It already bugs you to have to spend the evening around him, but Minho offered to drive and while you realise that that is just way too convenient to not take up, it is also going against every ounce of your being to accept that.
“I’ll walk, it’s fine,” you shrug and return your attention to the dishes you’re currently scrubbing, maybe a bit more vigorously than necessary.
“Walk? To the other side of town?!”
You have to give it to him; the place is kind of far away.
“Fine, I’ll take the bus.”
You know he won’t take that as an answer, he knows that you hate public transport. And sure enough, you’re staring at a plate, when Jisung’s face slowly pushes into your field of vision.
“Public transport. You.”
You shrug, “sure. Can’t be that bad, huh?”
“Look at me.”
You roll your eyes, but Jisung is nothing if not stubborn, so you turn to the left where he is still staring at you.
“You are being unreasonable. We both know you can’t walk there, and you hate buses, so why on earth would you not take the offer of someone driving?”
You hold his stare. You can be just as stubborn as he is, and it already annoys you that Minho will be there at all – you’re not going to drive there with him as well.
“I just don’t like him, that’s all.”
He rolls his eyes.
“I’m not asking you to marry him, am I? You can even sit in the back, and you don’t have to say a single word.”
“I hate sitting in the back, though. And I don’t like when other people drive,” you add a bit quieter, and return to your dishes. It’s not even a lie.
Jisung sighs and pats you on the shoulder.
“So that’s it. You don’t feel safe in other people’s cars, yeah?”
That’s only one part of the problem, but it sounds reasonable enough to just go with this version, so you nod.
“That’s alright, I don’t know a safer driver than Minho. Seriously,” he adds when he realises that you’re not convinced, “I don’t feel great with a lot of drivers either, but he really pays attention and doesn’t speed and all that. And I’m with you, I can make a fuss about him having to be really careful if you don’t want to say anything.”
He playfully nudges you, and it does make you smile a bit. You suddenly feel bad that you’re being so difficult. Sure, you don’t like Minho, but Jisung does for some reason and you’re being a pain about it. So, you give in. It can’t be that bad.
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And to your surprise, it really isn’t that bad at all. Jisung nudges you toward the passenger seat and goes to sit in the back, and you try and be a decent person and greet Minho when you climb onto the seat. He watches you get in with his attentive eyes – you keep wondering what they remind you of – and nods in return, a small greeting back.
Jisung starts talking as soon as he closes the door, and you know it is to not make you feel uneasy next to Minho. You appreciate it, but it makes you feel even worse about your behaviour earlier. When Minho starts the car, you clench your fists in anticipation, focusing on the dull pressure of your nail into the skin of your palms, to not focus on the feeling in your stomach. You feel Minho’s eyes on you when you stop at a traffic light, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but the car starts more smoothly when the light goes green.
Somewhere along the drive, you unclench your fingers and run them over the crescents your nails left behind. Jisung was right, you muse, Minho does drive safer than anyone you’ve ever driven with. He eyes you at stop signs and traffic lights, and just before you go around the last corner into the street Chan and Changbin live in, you realise what his eyes feel like. There is a feline attentiveness to them, calmly and quietly observing the people around him. Somehow, it makes you feel even worse about the fuss you made. What it must have looked like from the outside when you refused to shake his hand. You feel like a fool.
The door to the passenger side opens and shakes you out of your thoughts. You look up, and sure enough, Minho is holding the door, one hand extended – just like he did in the kitchen. Your eyes jump back and forth between his hand and his face. There is something in his eyes, something very well concealed – and when it changes to a satisfied sparkle as you grab his hand, you realise it was insecurity.
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tag list: @rachalixie (i did promise), @chvnnie (no idea if you are still interested but im not gonna leave you out), @jinniebit (because youre the reason this series exists at all honestly) and @lurkmethist (did u see what i did here amethyst i think im hilarious hehe - but i promised id tag u still) ALSO @an0ther-us3r (bc u liked the other snippet so much maybe u wanna read this too?)
#katies wips#stray kids#skz#enemies to lovers!minho#stray kids fanfic#lee know fanfic#skz as romantic tropes#i promise there will be more#seriously i am getting somewhere#katie writes
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Hi hello happy #alearcrystweek for Day 1 I present to thee "hey Alcryst let's go run around in the rain for the hell of it" featuring some smoochies
#katie writes#alearcrystweek#alearcryst#alear#alcryst#hi hi hi im about to be so annoying#as of writing i have 6/7 prompts done so i almost got something for everything ehehehehe#but yeah with the week running off UTC. IT IS HERE HEHEHE
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snippet from my Normal People wolfstar au
“I have something to tell you,” Remus started.
Sirius grinned at him, “Oh fuck it, all is forgiven. Thank you for the flowers by the way. A bit queer but sometimes stereotypes are real. I nearly swooned when I saw them.” He still had a cheeky smile on his face.
Remus couldn’t bring himself to grin back. There was a terrible pressure behind his chest. It shouldn’t be a big deal. It wasn’t when it all boiled down to it, Remus reasoned, it wasn’t as if he and Sirius could actually attend the formal together.
But, if that was the case, why was his heart rattling like a rabid beast in a cage? Why was his breathing so shallow?
It didn’t matter. It was a stupid dance that he didn’t even want to attend.
And yet, Remus felt as if whatever he said next was somehow very very important.
Depending on which way he took a step, he felt as if his life could be rapidly catapulted into two different directions. He stood at the threshold of 12 Grimmauld Place, straddling his future with indecision. Remus didn’t move.
Sirius seemed to sense some sort of unease and his smile slid off his face, “What? What is it?” He ushered Remus inside, concern clear on his face and Remus felt sick.
He was horrible. This was horrible. He hadn’t wanted to come in.
They sat down at the spotless kitchen island, like they had a million times before to do homework, to share snacks, to get wrapped up in eachother.
Sirius placed a glass of water in front of him, “Remus, you look ghastly. Are you ill?” Remus didn’t touch the cup, hating himself all the more.
“I don’t think I’m sorry for what you need me to be sorry for.”
Sirius Black was a very expressive person, he always had been. Most people didn’t know this, because he could display a mask of indifference in a second. But, Remus had grown to know all his quirks over the course of just a few months- how he bit his lip when he was concerned, how he wrinkled his nose when he was embarrassed, how he fluttered his eyes when he was about to come.
For a singular second his face was naked to Remus. A flash of confusion, a flicker of fear, a modicum of sorrow and then blank. Nothing. Every emotion was clear and vivid on his face before he composed himself.
“What do you mean?” Sirius’s voice was different now, cooler. It was like he could sense what was about to happen. He took a physical step back, out of Remus’s space, out of his orbit.
Remus’s throat constricted and he felt himself falling aimlessly over the line to a different future. One without Sirius and his brightness and brashness to bask in.
“I’m going with Flo Bagman to the formal. I’m sorry, I just thought you should know.”
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The Shadowsinger: Two
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. loss of family, grieveing, heavy spoilers for ACOTAR series. If I forgot anything, please let me know!
Pairings: (Eventual) Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Rhys offers you the chance to stay in Velaris, you meet the Inner Circle.
Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.
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Prologue - One
Rhysand didn’t bother with introducing you that day. Knowing you needed some time alone before introducing you to his family. Seeing them so happy together wasn’t something you needed. So he ushered you to a free room in the House of Wind. You spent the next week in there, not even having to leave your room as the House had sent food up to you. And the dishes were taken away when you were done.
When you finally decided to leave the room, you made your way to a balcony at the end of the hall. Even though your windows had been open, the light fall breeze soothing you, (and you had your own balcony of your own) you wanted to be outside. Not sequestered in a room anymore. Rhysand didn’t say if you could leave or not. You in no way thought you were a prisoner here, but you didn’t know if he wanted anyone to know about you. You were a Shadowsinger, and one that had killed and spied for Amarantha. From what you knew about the Court of Nightmares, it may be a bad idea to venture out by yourself.
But this wasn’t the Court of Nightmares. Rhys said it was Velaris. He took you to Velaris. And as you looked out from the balcony, you saw what it wasn’t. It wasn’t a city of nightmares. It was a city of dreams.
Your shadows alerted you of his presence before you heard him, too lost in the city that you looked out upon.
“I’m glad you’re out of your room.” He said, hands in his pockets.
You turned around, eyes wide when you saw the strong, large wings towering behind him. “You never said you had wings.” You mentioned.
“I didn’t want them getting ripped off.” He said and you swallowed. If only you had that luxury. These past 50 years would have been easier, you thought, if you could have hidden your wings.
“I knew you were Carynthian… I don’t know why I thought you didn’t have wings.” You said, a light chuckle falling from your lips.
“Because no one but my family and those at Windhaven have seen them.” He said and you nodded.
“Right…” you said and turned back to the view. “This isn’t the Court of Nightmares.” You finally said. "And it certainly isn't the mountain atop Hewn City..." You had seen it before, when Amarantha asked Rhys to show her it again. She had you come along. If you never had to go back there, you would be happy.
“This is the Court of Dreams.” He said and you looked at him as he strolled to your side, a soft smile coming to your lips.
“It’s beautiful.” You said.
“It is…” he said and looked at you. “Are you ready to meet my family?” He asked.
You took a deep breath, nodding your head. “Yeah, I think I am… I think I’m ready to meet the real Rhys, too.” You said and nudged his arm.
Most people feared him. Or hated him. But you knew that there was something more to him than the cold, frightening exterior. Maybe it was because you knew he was protecting this. Or maybe it was because he had never once harmed you while Under the Mountain. But you knew that he wasn’t the typical High Lord of the Night Court that people said he was. He helped you during the past 50 years, and you had a bond that not many people down there came out with. It certainly wasn't a mating bond, but you considered him your brother. Even if he didn't consider you his sister.
You made your way from the balcony to the dining room with him, trailing behind. Your shadows swirled around you, nerves twisting your gut. It shocked you when a couple shadows darted away from you down the stairs into the dining room, without you asking. Then again, you didn't always have the best control of your shadows. Sure, you were a decent spy for Amarantha, but that didn't mean you truly knew how to use them to your advantage.
You remembered what Rhys said while at the Mountain. You were going to meet another Shadowsinger.
You stopped at the last step, listening as your shadows returned. “Safe. It’s safe. Go. Meet him.” They whispered.
Rhys paused and nodded towards the dining room. “They might be a lot, but they won’t hurt you.” He said and you nodded. As if your shadows’ reassurance wasn’t enough.
You took a deep breath as you walked towards the dining room. The glow of the faelight greeted you, and then you stood in front of the Inner Circle. In front of Rhy’s family.
A gorgeous female stood on the right, golden curled hair flowing down her back. An Illyrian male with long, black hair towered beside her. Next to him, was a small female who had glowing silver eyes and a skeptical look on her face. And finally, in the corner, in the shadows, was the other Shadowsinger, another Illyrian male with shorter black hair. But more gorgeous, beautiful than all the others combined. Including Rhys.
“(Y/N), this is my family. My Inner Circle. The Court of Dreams.” He said and smiled. “My third in command and my cousin, Morrigan,” he started and she tsked at him.
“Mor, call me Mor.” she said, a breathtaking smile on her face.
Rhys held back an eye roll as he moved on to the large Illyrian next to her. “Cassian, my brother and the commander of my armies.” The male gave a crooked smile, almost shrinking to make himself less… large. “Amren, my second in command.” He continued, the female narrowing her eyes before giving you a very, very subtle smile. “And my other brother and spymaster… the other Shadowsinger I mentioned, Azriel.”
Your shadows fluttered at his name, swirling around your arms and feet before going towards him. You silently pulled them back, not wanting for them to leave you just yet.
“Hi-“ you said and winced at the timidness of your voice. “Hi,” you said again, this time more firm. “I’m (Y/N)… Vash. But I don’t use my surname often.” You said.
“Vash… isn’t that the name of the prick in Valorworth?” Cassian asked and you went still, your shadows retreating more towards you.
“You- you know my father?” You asked and Cassian shut his mouth from a look from Rhys.
“It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N). We haven’t had any newcomers here in a long time. And none that were females.” Mor chimed in. You glanced over to Amren in response.
“I was here long before her, girl.” Amren said and you felt an unconscious shiver go down your spine.
“It’s nice to meet you all as well.” You said and cleared your through. “I uh… understand if you have questions.”
“Please, Rhys has told us just as much about you as he has about Feyre.” Cassian said and you shifted on my feet, glancing at Rhys. You supposed that made sense. Feyre did save everyone. Freed you to come back here. The tone in which Cassian said Feyre's name, however, seemed like there was more too it than just that.
“I suppose that’s good then,” I said.
“You took care of our brother when he needed it, that’s more than good.” The Shadowsinger, well, the other Shadowsinger, spoke.
As they swirled around you, your shadows gave away the fluster you felt from his words, under his gaze. You didn't know why you reacted that way, but you wouldn't question it.
“Brother?” You managed to ask and looked at Rhys.
“Not by blood, but by bond.” Rhys said and you nodded. “I know the feeling,” you said.
“Mor, though, is actually my cousin. Her father presides over the Court of Nightmares. After her, of course.” He said and smiled at Mor.
You relaxed a bit when Rhys told them to sit, and you tentatively took a seat next to him. You were a bit in shock that he didn’t sit at the head of the table. None of them did. It was set for 6, but had enough chairs for twelve.
You didn’t know where the girl that would tease and laugh with new people went. When you had met Sirona, even though you were hurt, you still brought light into your conversations. Into your life. Now, it was like the shadows that comforted you… devoured you. Like they were your master, not the other way around. It wasn’t so much on the outside, but on the inside. Where there was once a raging fire of happiness and hope, was now dimly lit embers struggling to stay ablaze.
The longer you spent around the Circle, the more you thought maybe one day you could rekindle that fire. Maybe you could be that bright, happy, hopeful female you were back in the village. Before Amarantha. Before you lost your family. You had a tugging feeling in your gut that the other Shadowsinger would help you get there.
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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! These earlier chapters are shorter, around 1,000 - 1,5000 words. The later ones are about double that. I'm almost done writing the series and I'm very eager to get it out, so I'm going to start posting 3 chapters a week on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Around 3PM CDT (Chicago). Let me know if you have suggestions or questions!
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Robin convinces Steve that Eddie is interested in him, just based on how frequently he flirts with Steve. Uses the same logic that Steve deployed to convince her to give Vickie a shot. Except, there’s no doubt about who Eddie could be attracted to. He’s gay and doesn’t really flirt much with women, keeps it more surface level.
But with Steve, he’s all over him, getting in his personal space, tapping his chin, batting his eyelashes and draping himself over his lap during movie nights. Steve’s confident in his newly discovered attraction to men, and subtly tries to turn up the charm on his end. Flirting back, giving as good as he gets, but it never seems to affect Eddie.
Steve’s gotten used to striking out. Never really catching anyone’s attention these days, what with the lackluster attempts at being interested in the mundane things some of the girls drone on about, to being afraid to sleep over for fear of a nightmare tearing him from sleep, to the way no one makes his skin buzz. He’s given up the pursuit of anyone else, setting his sights on Eddie, pushing gently at the boundaries that barely exist between them.
Until the first time Steve and Robin are invited to see Corroded Coffin perform at the Hideout. He watches from afar as Eddie bounces across the room before the show. He hasn’t spotted them yet as he makes his way over to the bar. There’s a cute, older guy bartending, probably in his late twenties, buzz cut hair, ripped leather vest accentuating his arms.
Steve watches in what feels like slow motion as Eddie leans over the counter to get as close as possible to this guy. That mischievous smirk that Steve’s used to seeing pointed at him is out in full force. Eddie is saying something, looking up at this guy, reaching out to squeeze a bicep and getting playfully batted away. Eddie lets the guy tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, almost a caress along the side of Eddie’s face.
And there’s a moment where Steve feels like he’s floating on air, suspended in a moment in time before a catastrophic shift changes his trajectory. He’s careening to the ground at break neck speed and crash landing all in a matter of seconds. A vice-like grip squeezes his heart, reminding him that he’s not special. He’s dissecting every memory of Eddie flirting, finding nothing consequential there in the wake of this discovery.
How stupid could he have been to think that it meant anything? That must be why Eddie never reacted to his advances, they were just a blip on his radar. He’s got this guy wrapped around his finger, just like he’s had Steve. Except Eddie’s never blushed like that around him, or let Steve tuck his hair away.
As much as he wants to turn around and get the hell out of here, he promised he’d come to Eddie’s show, even if looking at Eddie right now feels like a shot straight through his heart. That inexplicable draw to Eddie doesn’t just disappear. He wants to cross the room and drag him away from this guy, but what right does he have to do that?
He feels Robin’s hand slip into his, turns to look at her, sees a mirror image of how she looked on the grimy bathroom floor of Starcourt, letting Steve down gently. Their friendship past the point of needing to verbally communicate anything. Robin gently tugs on his arm to convince him to sit at a table, clasping his hand underneath it tightly when Eddie finally spots them and Steve has to pretend like he’s fine. And he is fine.
But he’s also not. His heart is cracking open with each note Eddie sings, the fault line growing until it feels like he’s split in two, bleeding out on the floor of this disgusting bar. When is he going to get it right? When is it his turn to feel wanted? Nancy and Robin hurt, but he feels blindsided by this one. He was so confident he was right, that this time it was reciprocated.
But maybe he’ll always be the fool.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#katie writes#as always#cross posted on twitter#also i'm so sorry in advance#not a happy ending#i live for angst
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when you accidentally type 'corgially' instead of 'cordially'
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the official iwks lore dump post
okay this is long-overdue but basically both @spencersagnew and @hoohoobeanie asked me to do a little lore dump for if we keep score and here it is!! this is not everything by far (some of what's missing will be covered in future fics and some im simply forgetting) but this is the basics for all the stuff i felt like i couldn't include but i had in my brain - ages, mascots for different schools, etc
THE AGES OF THE MAIN CAST:
st charles:
SENIORS: spencer, damien, shayne, brennan
JUNIORS: alex t, jeremy, patrick, ify
SOPHOMORES: rock and tim
FRESHMAN: marcus
our lady of perpetual sorrow:
SENIORS: tommy, keith, garrett
JUNIORS: alex a, luke, duran
SOPHOMORES: andre and greg
FRESHMEN: chanse, josh, peter
THE AGES OF THE MINOR CAST:
holy trinity (based on the try guys and second try):
SENIORS: zach (captain), keith (vc), kwesi, nick
JUNIORS: johnny, hughie, alex, jared
SOPHOMORES: miles and jonathan
FRESHMEN: jack
aquinas academy (based on dropout tv):
SENIORS: sam (captain), brennan (vc), josh, murph
JUNIORS: zac, grant, trapp
SOPHOMORES: raph and tao
FRESHMEN: lou and jacob
st. george's (based on mythical):
SENIORS: josh (captain), david hill (vc), carney, jordan, lucas
JUNIORS: chase, davin, matt lieb, pasley, zack
SOPHOMORES: trevor
MASCOTS:
st charles: cheetahs (chosen because it alliteratively went with st charles)
our lady of perpetual sorrow: pirates (chosen because it alliteratively went with perpetual)
holy trinity: triceratops (i meannn. when they have a mascot already i simply must)
aquinas: spoonbills (lil inside joke for brennan lee mulligan's love of birds and that one game changer ep where sam tortured brennan with birds)
st. george's: roosters (once again i feel like i had to. i almost went with 'beasts' but i think roosters makes more sense)
MOTTOS:
st charles: Dirige Nos In Fide - Guide Us In Faith. (i knew this one from the very start because i had the speech ian gives him in my head. where spencer has faith in his team and that's why ian chose him to lead them. guide us in faith!!!)
our lady of perpetual sorrow: Est Gaudium in Dolore - There is Joy in Pain. (honestly this is tommy bowe's personal motto to me. no but i picked it bc tommy persevered despite all that he suffered
holy trinity: Conare Iterum Conare - Try Try Again. (this one is pretty on the nose BUT they're all about giving it their best shot even when they're the underdogs!! when they get knocked down they get up again! ain't nothing gonna bring us down!)
aquinas: Virtus in Culpa - Strength in Fault (their students are really, really intelligent and like. the best of the best. but that's because aquinas, though it's a school for academic excellence, is very relaxed with consequences for failure. like there's a lot of support for students who are struggling academically or behaviorally. we are only as strong as our faults!!)
st. george's: Esto Tuus Optimus - Be Your Best Self (once again they had it right there. be your mythical best!)
WHY I CHOSE THE SCHOOL NAMES:
(ive posted this before but im making this comprehensive!)
st. charles’ academy for boys: this is entirely based on spencer’s first name actually being charles LNDKNFLKNK like i knew i wanted to go with an all-boys school (as opposed to olops which is actually a co-ed school!) and i thought. “this is kinda funny.” and it was!
our lady of perpetual sorrow: this is actually - and i Did Not Know This - the catholic school from suite life of zack and cody SDFGHJK which means one of two things: 1. either i heard it there and it stuck in my brain and i didn’t realize OR 2. i just have the same brain cell as the suite life writers. i have no idea. but i chose that name bc, growing up in catholic school, i heard So Many ‘our lady of ___’ school names and i thought tommy, known Mental Illness actor, would enjoy 'perpetual sorrow’ as a nod to that knfkfnfk
holy trinity preparatory school: ah the easiest one tbh!! holy trinity because TRI. TRI bc there’s three of them and also it sounds like TRY. try guys! no more thought to it than that tbh.
aquinas academy: i went into it in more detail here, but basically st. thomas aquinas is the patron saint of college students - thus college humor, thus dropout!!
st. george: this one was a little more deep-cut!! i almost went with st. martha, the patron saint of the culinary arts, but i wanted their patron to encapsulate more of the crew rather than just the kitchen. even if it was josh’s world and we were all living in it. but basically, st. george is the patron saint of knights, cavalry, and armourers. he’s frequently depicted as slaying dragons and was often compared to many mythic heroes. therefore, you can consider st. george your official patron saint of mythicality!
SOME FUN FACTS THAT DIDN'T MAKE THE CUT:
damien is in the st. charles' choir which is why spencer plays guitar for them; he also does the school plays. he's a busy boy!
patrick is an altar boy and that's how he stole the communion wine
patrick and jeremy almost kissed when they got drunk off the communion wine and have NEVER talked about it
shayne is in the running to be valedictorian
chanse has a crush on tommy (and who can blame him.)
jackie does not do soccer and although she was at most of the games in iwks did NOT know what was going on
jackie also goes to public school bc i love her so she gets to win <3
i've mentioned this before but yes amanda and angela were on the same team in high school and were best friends (and..... you know. a little more than that maybe.)
tim is rock's calc tutor and it's not going well
if spencer had any input he would push for jeremy to be the next vc because he just has a soft spot for the guy and he thinks it would do him some good. but jeremy would rather die than be in charge of anything so <3
alex's hello kitty bandaids have nothing to do with like a ravenous love of hello kitty or anything - frankly they bought them because he thought they were cute and pink and sparkly. he didn't even realize they were hello kitty but that just makes them even better. they make All the players wear them when they can.
literally no one has told marcus who ian is so when he shows up at that one party he's just like. haha! who tf is this guy :) just smiling and nodding as if he knows what's going on but EXTREMELY confused by the stranger in jeremy's house
ify and patrick were buds before either of them met jeremy
brennan took four years of latin as we know, but what you don't know is that tommy took four years of french and damien took four years of german! (spencer took the minimum requirement of spanish and that's it LKDNKNFLFKN)
a lot of the team member's relationship with religion fluctuates but ian specifically is like. agnostic-christian. where he's like "idk what's out there but the Idea of christianity is comforting." he's not sure what he thinks about god but he's cool with praying does this make sense
tommy has spencer in his phone as "charles" forever and ever bc he said so. what is spencer gonna do. stop him?
despite the ban on interactions between the two teams damien and keith have been buds/texting each other for years. they are buds to ME.
chanse is like. en route to play professionally. he's being scouted like right now. he wanted to go to like a Specialized sports high school but his parents insisted on keeping him in catholic school
aaand trevor is putting in a transfer request as we speak LKSNDLK
okay i think that's it for now as far as lore goes. i hope you all enjoy!!
#iwks#fic#katie writes#spommy#personal#mine*#i believe in queue! spring break!#rpf#shut your pie hole katie
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Chenford + 40. “I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.”
"It's fine, Tim. I'm fine." Lucy looks up and blinks several times before she focuses on his face.
"I never said you weren't. But it's 1:30 in the morning, and you haven't let that couch since dinner."
"I have so!"
"Getting up for coffee at 9 p.m. doesn't count."
"There's only like 200 pages left. I'm over halfway; I'll come to bed when I finish."
"Lucy. That's the entire book. In one night."
"It's really good."
"And it will be really good tomorrow too."
Lucy flips a few pages ahead. "Fine. I'll just finish this chapter."
"Fine." Tim takes a couple steps closer. "Sit up."
"What?"
"Sit up. I'll sit with you, and we'll go to bed together."
"I don't need a babysitter."
"I know. But our bed is better with you in it." Lucy's expression softens as she leans forward enough for him to slide in behind her. He wraps an arm around her chest as she settles back into his side and picks her book up from her lap.
It's not even two pages later that Tim is making good on his promise. The book drops back to Lucy's chest and her breathing evens out. Tim takes it gently and slides a receipt from the coffee table between the pages.
He carries Lucy down the hall, tucked against his chest. After he lays her down, he pulls her socks off, knowing she'll whine about her feet being too warm if they stay on all night. When he climbs into bed beside her, pulling the covers over them both, she shifts around until her body is pressed back against his.
Again, he wraps am arm around her torso, pulling her close. His eyes are already drooping, but he finds the top of her head anyway, pressing his face into her hair and dropping a kiss there.
She's going to complain in the morning, he's sure, but he stands by what he said earlier.
The book will still be there.
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Blindfold
Summary:- A shared sexual fantasy leads to trying something new.
Characters:- Bucky x Female Reader
Words:- 2298
Warnings:- Explicit smut. Bondage. Blindfold. Oral Sex (female receiving) Vaginal fingering. Edging. Knee riding. Language. Sexual fantasies. Cold Play. Light BDSM (mostly Bondage). Orgasm denial.
A/N:- This Story is a repost from my original Tumblr blog from 2020.
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Feather-light touches danced across your skin, your breath hitched in the back of your throat, a shiver of anticipation prickled your skin, as a hand cupped your breast, a thumb circling your perked nipple. Your back arched, and you pushed yourself further into the hand, teasing you, desperately seeking more friction. Bucky chuckle vibrated through you; your senses heightened as the blindfold rested across your eyes. You licked your lips; a soft whimper escaped as his hand drew back, leaving a growing ache deep inside you.
“Somebody is impatient,” Bucky murmured, his lips brushing your ear softly before he moved to capture your mouth with his. His taste was sweet, creamy, a combination you couldn’t quite decipher but left you hungry for more. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the pounding of his heart, could feel the heat of his skin next to yours, and could smell the combination that was unique to Bucky. You licked your lips again, savouring the taste of him on your tongue.
“I love it when you lick your lips like that baby doll,” Bucky purred, “makes me think of many things your mouth could be doing.”
He kissed you again, this kiss more demanding, more fire and heat, his tongue teasing yours, a dance you know he will win because his skills with his mouth were a cardinal sin and made you weak at the knees.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered against your neck, his hot breath causing a tingle down your spine.
You nodded.
“Use your words, baby doll,” he said firmly. “Do you trust me?”
“I trust you,” you breathed.
“Any time you want me to stop, tell me. You feel uncomfortable with anything I do. Tell me, and we stop. You’re in control here, baby doll. Never think you aren’t.”
You swallowed slowly, nodding at his reassurance. You had mentioned it in passing. A truth whispered in the dark between the two of you, how the idea of being blindfolded, hands bound, at the mercy of someone else turned you on, though if truth be told it was the idea of being at the mercy of Bucky that turned you on because you trusted him, ultimately.
He took your hands in his; pulling them up over your head, where he secured them to the cuffs he had already fitted to the headboard. You flexed your fists; rotating your wrists just enough to assure you that you could move them, even if you couldn’t pull free and reach to touch him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his fingers softly stroking your face.
“Yes,” you replied, your entire body zinging with anticipation, and while your nerves were jittery, fear was the furthest thing from your mind. Hunger, desire, they were what stirred within you, leaving a burning ache in your whole body. You were naked, bound and blindfolded and waiting for Bucky to do whatever he damn well wanted, the suspense turning you on, as thoughts spun across your mind.
You could hear him move, feel the bed shift by you with his weight. Each sound, each movement, caused your muscles to clench and unclench the tension building.
His fingers skimmed your skin. He followed the shape of your body, moving lower and lower until he reached between your legs. He drew a slow outline across your slit before applying more pressure. You bit your bottom lip, wiggling against his hand, desperately searching for more stimulation. Bucky complied. His palm moved up, and his fingers slipped between your folds, entering you, fingers curling ever so slightly, as his thumb started circling your clit. You gasped, raising your hips so he could penetrate you deeper, trying and failing to match his rhythm as your hands strained against the cuffs that stopped you from reaching out to touch him. You desperately wanted to touch him, to feel his skin under your fingers.
His fingers were slick with your juices as he circled inward, sliding them in and out, brushing across your most sensitive spot. He knew which of your buttons to push, which would send a ripple of pleasure through you that would have you mewling as he worked his fingers in and out of you.
Your heart thudded against your chest as you panted, muscles coiling tightly together as though they were waiting to spring forth. Just as you felt the orgasm coming up fast, a cry escaped your lips. Bucky withdrew his hand. Leaving you tethering on the edge, hips bucking, desperately searching for the elusive friction that would give you your release.
“Please!” you pleaded, wiggling in frustration, the cuffs pulling at your wrists, reminding you could do nothing but wait.
“We have only just started, baby doll,” Bucky teased against your skin, before dipping his mouth to trail kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and further down until his tongue rolled over your perked nipple. He spent his time teasing them, sucking and licking, moving from one to the other, ensuring neither went without attention for long. Teeth gently grazed each peak drawing a sharp hiss between your teeth, the sensations bubbling through you as though you were set to simmer, and then there was something else, something cold that left a stinging, prickling trail across your breasts before he soothed with his hot mouth. Bucky rolled a metal thumb across your right nipple, using the temperature control ability within the arm to its full advantage, dropping the temperature until it was a cold as ice.
He took a mouthful of your breast into his hot mouth. The combination of hot and cold had you arching your back upwards, pushing yourself further into his grasp. He teased, and taunted, sucked and nibbled until you couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure, only that combined they had your toes curling and heat pooling between your legs and your pulse quickening.
You moaned. Fuck, did you want him, you wanted him badly, wanted to feel his cock deep inside your pussy, wanted him to pound into you until you couldn’t remember your name. But Bucky loved the build-up as much as he loved to fuck you, he loved working you until you were nothing more than a gooey puddle begging for release; he enjoyed taking you apart inch by inch, with his hands, his mouth and his cock. With the blindfold, everything felt so much more intense, so much more that you couldn’t put it into words.
Bucky lowered his head between your legs, his unshaven cheeks pressing against your bare thighs; he kissed his way up one thigh, moving closer to your core before blowing gently onto your pussy.
You quivered, moaning his name, “Bucky.”
The pressure a perfect combination switching from soft, and then firm, then soft again. Bucky’s mouth worked your tender folds to your needy nub. He licked, and he sucked, taking away your breath as he brought you to the edge again and again. Every time you felt your muscles clenching and your body tremor, he pulled back, kissing your inner thigh once again, letting the build-up fall back to simmering rather than boiling point, before starting all over again. The pressure building as every part of you cried out for that unreachable release.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimper, biting down on your bottom lip hard, your hands pulling at the cuffs as your whole body writhes against the bed, seeking more, chasing for more friction, as his tongue licks in circular motions across your clit.
“Fuck, baby doll, I love it when you get like this, dripping and desperate for a release.” Bucky groaned against your pussy, his breath making your body clench and thrum. As you reach that boiling peak, he pulls back once again, kissing his way up your body until he can capture your mouth with his. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and a groan escapes your lips as you melted back into the bed. Bucky was determined, determined to bring you to the edge again and again.
“Open your legs a little more, baby doll,” he said against your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You complied, stretching your legs a little wider, feeling the bed shift as Bucky moved. Could feel him pushing a knee between your legs until you could feel it pressing against your pussy. You moaned softly, wriggling your bottom lower until you could press yourself hard against his knee, the friction sending shivers up your spine.
Bucky smiled against your lips; you could feel the movement before capturing yours with his once again, tongue teasing yours. You rolled your hips, letting your pussy push against his knee. He let you; he let you as he nibbled at your neck, let you shift and rub against him, panting as you built yourself closer and closer, thighs squeezing his knee, bringing yourself so desperately close, just a little further, a bit more pressure and you would come. You wanted to claw at his back, dig your fingers into his muscles, grip him tightly as you came; instead, all you could do was grip the leather straps of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed.
Your heart thudded.
Your muscles tightened, and the pressure was building and building, your whole body trembling as you drew closer and closer, and then Bucky shifted, pulling his knee away, leaving you a panting mess as a desperate plea escaped your throat.
“Please, Bucky, please…”
Bucky doesn’t give in; he knows your body well; knew when you were close when you were reaching your peak and would pull away before you could come. He stroked and then stopped. Licked and then stopped. He teased his cock at your entrance, pushing his head into your folds before pulling away. The hunger was unbearable, the desire coursing through your veins had you twisting against the cuffs, pulling and straining. You arched and bucked and rolled your hips, chasing any promise of release you could get. It was beautiful and torturous. It was delicious as it was wicked, his fingers, his mouth, the scraping of his teeth as he nibbled quickly, followed by his tongue on your body. The combination of hot and cold as he used his metal arm to his full advantage left stinging prickling nerves combining pain and pleasure in a way you had never experienced before.
And through it all, Bucky stopped and checked you were happy to continue. Checked that you felt safe and comfortable and while you couldn’t remember at one point whether you existed lost in the sensation of heightened instincts until all that remained was the clawing, mewling animal desperately seeking pleasure. He worked you to where every touch sent a jolt through your nerves, where every whispered word sent a cascade of shivers across your skin.
“Your beautiful, baby doll,” he whispered sweetly against your skin, you could feel him between your legs, and a whimper escaped your lips, as he leaned over your body, pushing the velvet head of his cock between your folds, he holds himself there, his lips pressing against yours. You arch into his touch before he lifts one of your legs, letting you hook it around his waist as he thrusts into you.
A moan vibrates through you; you feel so deliciously full. It is what you have wanted all night, what he had been edging you towards with every touch and lick. He drives deeper and deeper with every pump of his hips, and you meet him stroke for stroke as your muscles clench around him. Fire and lust course through you. A deep groan leaves Bucky’s throat, a primitive sound that sent a thrill through you.
Your muscles tightened and spasmed, starting deep inside you, deeper than you had ever felt it before, and widening until it overtook every cell in your body. Scorching heat surged through you, pushing its way to the surface with such ferocity that the scream that erupted surprised you as an explosion burst through you. As though you were a volcano and a wave of fiery pleasure burst forth, rolling through your body and alighting every nerve. In that moment you forgot your name, lost to the powerful ripples that filled your body as Bucky continued to pound into you, each thrust sending further waves through you in an unending sea of ecstasy.
“I’m coming,” Bucky cried, and as he thrust harder, his cries joined your own as his spasms rippled through you both, until you could no longer tell where he ended, and you began, joined both in pleasure and in flesh, your bodies melded together in unity.
You floated, an underline trickle of pleasure leaving you panting, and heart thudding as you remembered how to breathe. Your bodies are slick together, and you can still feel Bucky deep inside you as he presses his forehead to yours, nose softly nuzzling yours, before he gently unties the blindfold, letting it slip away. You blink as your eyes adjust to the light, meeting Bucky’s gaze with your own, taking in the deep blue eyes that were full of so many emotions. Silent promises between the two of you that none but you could understand.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
You shook your head. “Not at all. That was unbelievable.”
You watch as the corner of his lips turn up into a smile.
He eases off you, leaving you feeling empty and tingling as he works on the cuffs to release your wrists, before rolling onto his back, your legs still tangled together. You rotate your wrists before snuggling into his side, reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together.
Bucky kisses your forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you,” you murmured.
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