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usertragedys · 3 months
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Yeah. I’m coming back to this. It’s confirmed.
Crimson - Heat
-The attraction to Vlad turns into an insatiable craving that has to be met
-This took a while for many reasons and writing in general because I've been stressed and have so much going on but here you go :)
The attraction you felt to Vlad should have been illegal.
He made your heart stutter every time he looked at you. He made your lips curl into a smile every time he spoke to you. You kept replaying the kiss in your head, feeling the insatiable attraction burning within you. The way his lips felt on your skin was like a burning fire, and the way he held you so close….you craved it.
It’s been a few days since that moment. Neither of you have brought it up, but you could feel the tension. A good tension. You wanted more. You just couldn’t explain it. It was weird. You’ve barely known him for a few weeks now at best, only knowing his vague history and the somewhat fictitious history of the place he called home. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way you were feeling. There was just something drawing you to him like a siren’s song.
You were consumed by him.
As he was with you.
You could see it. You could feel it.
But in the end, you knew that this wasn’t the time or the place to enamor yourself in such a fairytale. You were only here until the storm passed, and when a flight became available. And once it does, you’ll have to leave because there is a life out there. Your life. What you do with it, you do not know, but…you can’t force yourself into thinking that you can throw it away for some man. Some handsome man who looks you dead in your eyes and say such pretty things just to watch you give him the shyest smile you’ve given in all your life.
A man who had this dark but mysterious air about him. A man with secrets.
******
Your hold on his arm tightens as you walk through the damp trail, Vlad a sturdy force beside you. “It’s pretty out here,” You murmur, looking around at the various flowers which seemed to be standing strong against the wind and rain as of recent. “They’re winter wildflowers. They grow every year,” You look at him, giving him a curious glance. “Why do you stay here?” You question, squinting at him slightly. “I like it here,” “You don’t get lonely?” He’s raising a brow at you, lips slightly pulled into a smile.
“Sometimes, yes,” He replies softly. “Then….why? Why stay if you’re lonely?” He’s turning towards you, his hand reaching for your face. “Because I believe that things happen for a reason. It’s been a long time…a long time since anyone has stepped foot in this place, and you…show up here out of the blue…” You’re leaning into his touch automatically, meeting his gaze. “You’re insinuating fate,” You whisper, brows furrowing slightly. “Maybe,”
“Vlad….” His thumb is caressing your cheek, and you’re fully turning to face him. “Do you believe in fate?” He questions curiously, holding your deepening gaze. “That’s a loaded question. Yes…and no. I believe that we make our own decisions and paths and that there isn’t some…being up there that puts us there,”
He’s shrugging, thumb grazing under your eye.
“I think you and I…” He starts softly, his brows furrowed as if thinking deeply. “You and I what? I’ll be honest and say I really like you. I’m just…confused about what that means for me. I have a home away from here, and I can’t just…” You hated to do it. Hated to say it, but if you were going to have any clear mind when the storm finally ended, you couldn’t let this continue.
“That kiss was sweet. It was. But it can’t happen again. I think it’s best if you and I keep the physical contact to a minimum,”
A part of you expected some protest. Some begging because for sure he felt that inner turmoil just as you. But he surprised you once more, a needed decision but in all honesty? It just made him so much more appealing. Bringing your hand to his lips, he gives you a simple As you wish love, his gaze meshing with yours until all you see is your reflection.
Crimson
Since sleeping back in your room once more, your dreams were intense. Turning from moments now within the castle to a twist in time. Your own imagination of this place. Of the story about Vlad and the legend that resides here.
The idea of a demon. A vampire. A man who had no choice but to choose right for his people.  
But forever cursed himself.
You had strange, steamy dreams about giving into this burning desire to a faceless man whose name you whispered, just unable to hear it. A faceless man who took you every night and made passionate love to you.
In these dreams, you gave yourself to the monster in the shadows. All too willingly.
These dreams became harder and harder to control, night after night, the faceless man slowly gaining a face each night. Each night a voice would register to your ears.
It was a mess. Because while you dreamed of things you did not believe, it only seemed to ignite the craving you had for a man you swore you could not act on.
It just filled you with a yearning for the man across the hall.
••••
During the day, you did whatever you could to avoid him. You just needed to give your racing mind time to sort out your dreams and your body to distance itself from the vivid imagination of said dreams. Or the truth.
He made you hot whenever you were close. He made you feel like a dog in heat when he looked at you. And he made you melt every time he placed a hand on you. Innocent touches. Nothing more.
You couldn’t avoid him for dinner though. He would find you in this large place no matter what.
You expected to have some control of yourself. To fight the insatiable temptation that plagued you night after night. But it was hard.
Too hard.
Like a bear being drawn to honey.
Your latest dream leaves you sweating. Confusion resonating through you while your body yearned what you were only dreaming about.
A part of you was on autopilot when you sat up, and after smoothing a warm hand down your face, you were getting out of bed.  
Maybe a part of you did believe in fate. It just meant that your life would irrevocably change, and you didn’t know if you were ready for that. Spontaneously giving up your home for a man who lives in a creepy castle seemed a bit too far. Too much.
Still, you leave your room in search of the man you needed in the current moment, beelining it to his bedroom, ignoring the way your eyes swept over the painting with a new thought in mind.
You could tell he wasn’t in there with a quick glance.
It’s a shame you were feeling like this, but this sudden urge has come upon you, and right now, nobody could put out this heat expect the man you were searching for.
You head for the stairs, a hand holding onto your long sleeping gown and the other tightly squeezing the banister as you carefully but hastily made your way down the stairs. Checking every room, you come up empty, wondering if you’ve missed something.
He was here. He had to be. You needed him to be.
“Vlad?” You call, turning in a brief circle before stopping at the end of the stairs.
You felt overheated and cold all the same. This was so unlike you, but you were just going with what you felt like was necessary right now.
Your head was snapping upwards as you heard his reply and the closing of the balcony doors.
Of course.
He was leaning over the edge, peering down at you with a curious gaze. “Is everything alright?” His voice automatically soothes something deep within your soul, and he starts to walk around as you make your way back up the stairs. By the time you reach the top, he’s grasping onto your hand, and pulling you against him.
He doesn’t seem much surprised by the heat in your gaze, or your warm skin. You shake your head at first before nodding. “Yes and no…I just…” You start, feeling his arm tighten around you, his fingers pressing against your skin.
“You just what…” He coos softly, and your fingers play with the opened buttons on his shirt, teasing you with his skin. You meet his gaze, so dark, yet humored…like he knows something you don’t. You’re leaning closer as his fingers press into the fabric of your gown, just barely into your skin. Instead of responding, you’re kissing him eagerly, his deep hum vibrating through your body. His lips are soft but firm. Tongue searching your mouth for desperation.
He’s pulling away to let you breathe, lips attacking your neck with a deep seeded pleasure. He’s pulling away from the stairs before lifting you at the waist, where you grasp onto his shoulders.
“I don’t understand what’s gotten into me…” You breathe against his skin, and he licks at the sweat already forming. He could taste it. Your need. Your insatiable urge.
“You need me…” He whispers, nipping at your skin. The large doors to his bedroom are closing, and your gaze finally settles on what you’ve seen bits and pieces of engraved on the banister. The dragon. In a dark black and blood red.
“Fate is a tricky concept. I let you have your space. Your…thoughts…but you can’t take it anymore,”
He’s kissing your lips again, and his hands are just like the ones in your dreams. The smells. The taste of his skin. With quick hands, he’s bunching up your gown and pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor. Your body feels like it’s on fire as he takes his eyes over your bare skin, and he’s spanning his fingers across your waist as he tugs you flush against him, warm lips easing from your own and to your left shoulder. Leaning your head back, your eyes close, quick and brief flashes of this moment you’ve dreamed about.
“You are such a beautiful woman…” He murmurs into your ear. “Un lucru dulce…” He coos, biting across your flesh. Your fingers tangle in his silky strands, and you lean your head to the side, giving him proper access to your neck. Meanwhile, your fingers play with the buttons of his black shirt, revealing his skin to you.
Vlad knew you couldn’t fight this much longer. He could see it within you for days, and it fully convinced him that his initial thoughts about fate were correct. The demon inside wanted you just as much as he did, and unfortunately, he couldn’t let you leave. Not after this. Not after he has you for the first time.
Whether you wanted it or not, you would be bound to him for eternity, mortal or immortal.
Your flesh is soft under his mouth. Sweet under his tongue. He’s nudging you into the bed, following on top of you as he kisses his way down to your chest, sly fingers teasing the sides of your hips. The heat within you only seemed to burn hotter as he explored your willing body with his mouth, licking across your flesh with a strong desire.
His tongue lapped against your nipples with the gentlest of pressure, slowly stoking the fire in your core. You could only sink into the soft bed, letting out a long breath as he started to kiss his way down the chocolate path made just for him.
He’d never get over the softness of your skin, the way he could leave dark, faint marks against your skin before they disappeared.
As he inches his way further down, he covers both breasts with each hand, the coolness of his skin making your back arch. He squeezes gently, cupping them like the softest of pillows. Your hands follow his, and you involuntarily rock your lower body into his face, where he takes in a deep breath, itching to nip at the flesh of your thighs.
It’s a shame how wet he’s made you with just his mouth.
He kisses each inner thigh, closing his eyes as if he’s praying.
His hands slide down to your hips where he holds you still, a strength you didn’t know he possessed keeping you immobile.
The first lap of his tongue makes you tense under his hold, and you’re lifting a leg and placing it over his semi-bare shoulder. “Mmm…Așa delicios…” He murmurs, flickering a dark gaze in your direction, seeing the passion overtake your body.
Your skin was already starting to glisten with sweat, partially due to the fire going, keeping the room warm, but he knew that you were giving in to the bodily urge plaguing you.
As he swirls his tongue against your clit, you were gasping and wiggling, fingers tightening into his sheets. “You’ve been having dreams about this…haven’t you dragă?” He couldn’t help but let that old Romanian part of him speak, knowing it was riling you up whenever he said something that wasn’t in English.
“Yes…” You breathe, arching your back while releasing a soft whine as he literally kissed your pussy. “I’ve had daydreams…taking you right here. Over and over again…” He admits, and a part of you feels less strange knowing you weren’t the only one to be experiencing these emotions. You shudder with every lick and nibble on your skin, taking in short breaths as he turned your mind into nothing but a blissful mess.
His teeth lightly scrape against your skin, and the pleasurable release hits you so suddenly that you weren’t prepared. He laps at every drop, keeping you flush against his face as he made sure to leave nothing behind.
He lets you catch a breath as he pulls away, positioning himself on his knees. He truly understood your need for space as feelings such as these could be overwhelming, knowing that if you’re feeling as passionately as he is, it’s hard to sort through your emotions.
He’s leaning over you, making contact with your lidded gaze, needing you to understand something important. Gently taking your face in his hand, he’s caressing your plump lips with a thumb. “I know it’s burning inside you, and I know your body wants this. But the second you give your body to me, I own your soul and there is no going home. Tell me no…I won’t be upset…if you need to comprehend what I’m telling you. If you need time.  But let me continue…I think you understand what that means…”
You stare up at him, taking in his words, half listening. You just needed him to touch you. The idea of what he says makes you feel like you could combust. Your hand is running up from his waist, over his abdomen and across his chest as you ease the black material from his shoulder. He’s grasping said hand and place a kiss to your fingers, gaze deliberately trained on your face. “Ei bine, frumos?” He murmurs, waiting…waiting for you to tell him what you want.
The demon inside of him was just begging to take you. Forgo formality and questions. Just to take you right here and make you his forever.  
You’re leaning up slightly, pressing your chest against his, eyes trailing from his face and lower, then back to his lips. You’re kissing his lips with a peck, and then another, trailing both hands across his broad, strong shoulders, pushing off his shirt.
You want him.
You need him.
He’s grasping you by the waist, softly groaning against your skin as you got on your knees to be more level with him. You’re arching as he’s reaching a hand behind you, squeezing the globes of your flesh. “Vlad…” You whisper, moaning softly when he starts to nip at your skin with his teeth. Leaving small pinches in his wake.
His fingers are long, weaving down your body before slipping between your legs, curling inward, leaving you gasping and squeezing his shoulders. “Shh amant…” He coos, kissing you again as you were already growing weak at his touch. “I’ll take good care of you…”
He’s slow, taking his time to work you up while he suckled on your flesh. While he left marks in your skin. Whispered to you in Romanian how he was going to make love to you for hours. Until you couldn’t see properly. Until you didn’t know up from down.
Until the demon inside was satiated.
You were lost in a sea of pleasure, only regaining some sense of consciousness when you were cumming along his fingers, grinding into him with a need. A desperate need. He’s pulling out of you, fingers drenched, and you watch with a hooded gaze as he licks them, his eyes seeming to darken, and a part of you is sure they almost gleam a blood red before darkening once more.
“So sweet…” He coos, bringing you closer to kiss your lips again. His shirt is long gone, pants being pulled off by yours and his hands. It just took a little lifting and you could feel him.
He’s pulling you flush against him, spreading your legs open. The head teases against your clit, and you wiggle slightly. “Patience…” He coos, kissing from your jaw to your collarbone, grinding you against his hips. You nor his demon had any patience left. Your eyes roll the second he starts to stretch you out, and your breath falters as he eases forward.
Your hands spread down his back, feeling raised skin underneath your fingertips. He’s slow, pushing you down and pulling you up just to transition as bit easier. You were shaking slightly. Needing this moment like you needed air.
You’re letting out a satisfying sigh as he sinks you down, letting you rest there. He’s nibbling against your jaw, whispering something you couldn’t make out before lifting you slowly and then bringing you back down, setting a slow rhythm. It’s a slow process. The grinding. The weight of you in his hands as you rock into him. Hands cupping your plump backside. Groping. Squeezing. Your sighs increase to soft moans, his low grunts and coos chilling you to the bone.
This was nothing like you’ve ever had. It was soft and passionate. Sweet and an intense hunger. “Such a sweet thing,” He murmurs into your flesh.
As the pace starts to increase, your breathing hitches, your head leaning back as you process the feeling. He’s biting at your neck, a bit harder than before, but it doesn’t hurt. It just makes you yearn for more. Hands glide up your back, keeping you pressed against him while he consistently rocks into you.
Your fingers are tangling in his hair the closer you get, and you’re meeting his movement almost jerkily. You were close.
Gasping, his teeth leave a sting, one that he soothes with his tongue. “Vlad…” You whimper in warning, groaning as he continues to slowly stroke your inner walls with a patience not known to man. “Hmmm?” He’s gripping your face, watching your gaze become glossy. “I…um…mmm…” You’re shuddering as you can feel yourself getting closer. He’s kissing your quivering lips, easing a hand between your bodies.
“Oh!” Gasping, you hold onto his shoulders, knowing you were a goner now. He’s pressing his face into your neck, feeling his own movement getting sloppy. The closer you get, the harsher his teeth pinch, and it’s a feeling you’ll never be able to explain.
One second, you were there with him before stumbling off that edge, a pleasurable pain surging though every vein of your body. His teeth sunk into your neck like butter. His hands gripped you tight as you spasmed. You couldn’t cry or scream. You were silent, barely breathing. You finally let out a cry when he detaches himself from your body.
You’re too tired to notice, eyes suddenly so heavy you couldn’t see. He was pushing you back into the bed, and you’re sure his lips are red, dripping. He’s licking them, eyes gleaming down at you. He’s softly gripping your cheeks, softly cooing something to you. Your eyes were already closing.  
Vlad doesn’t want to move, but as you succumb to lethargy, he leans over you, turning your head to see the mark he made on you. It’s a perfect indentation.
The demon in him is somewhat soothed, feeling content.
He wasn't satisfied though. Not yet. He needed more of you, and when you woke, he'd do things he'd never done to a single human soul. Only then would the man be satisfied. But the demon? The darkness inside of him will never be full until you're bound to him for eternity.
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usertragedys · 3 months
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Doug I don’t know what to tell you 🤷🏽‍♀️
Drawn to You - Chapter 31
*want ya'll to know I'm very scared for this chapter lmao. This wasn't how I originally intended it, but as I thought more on it, this seemed to be the way I wanted this to happen*
You could see the pain on Clark’s face. The guilt. The heavy weight that’s now been placed upon his shoulders.
This was your fault.
You should’ve said something a long while ago.
He wouldn’t have had to make such a choice if you would’ve just said something. If you would’ve let him take care of it his way. Your eyes were just as watery as his own, and you were taking his hands in your own. “I’m so sorry Clark,” You whisper, blinking a bit to keep your tears from falling. You knew how much saving the world meant to him. Even though he might’ve wanted normalcy, Superman was such a big part of him.
It was the other half of him.
“Please don’t tell me you feel guilty…” He’s pulling away from you and coming to a stand, disbelief overtaking his once vulnerable features. “I do…you wouldn’t have had to do that if it weren’t for me,” You come to a stand yourself, reaching for him, and as much as he craves you to touch him right now, he eases himself away, causing your frown to deepen as he moves around the bed.
“Don’t you know that by now I will do anything for you? No matter the lengths? This isn’t your fault…” “Yes it is. I should’ve told you. I should’ve been honest with you. Now you’ve…you’ve given up a part of yourself,” “A part you can’t love me without?” His response took you off guard for a moment, and it causes you to falter in your own response. Does he truly believe that you wouldn’t love him after this? That Superman was what kept you in love?
You’re making your way around the bed, following him the further he moved. “Superman or no Superman. I love you. I’ve never based my love for you in relation to your supernatural abilities. I don’t care that you’re human. Now now. Not in weeks, months, or years. I just know how much saving the world meant to you. You…chose me over the city. There’s not an ounce of me that doesn’t love you for that. But I will feel guilty because I played a very crucial part in Doug’s game, and I kept my mouth shut once I realized exactly what had been done. I could’ve made a better choice, and in return you’ve sacrificed more than anyone could imagine,”
He’s leaning into you once you reach for him, and he’s cradling a hand to your face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He wonders, looking down at you, eyes taking in your expression. “I was scared at what Doug would do to you. I didn’t want him to hurt you. He had the means to do it,”
“If you told me or not, he still would’ve given me the chance to save you. And I’d make the same decision every time,”
“But what about Metropolis? Your friends? What about them?” He’s shaking his head, grabbing both sides of your face, and placing a kiss against your forehead before pulling away. “That isn’t your burden. It’s mine. I cannot risk you, and I won’t. Not again. They will figure it out,” You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his chest, listening to his beating heart.
His hands caress the back of your neck, an arm weaving around you slowly. He’s sighing softly before leading you towards the bed. He’s sitting first before pulling you to sit in his lap. Turning slightly, you straddle him, caressing his face. “There is no other decision that I would have made. Not a single one,” He’s brushing a thumb across your cheek as your eyes water. “I knew from the moment that I fell in love with you that I would do anything, and I mean anything for you. You are everything to me. Please understand that. It’s not about what you did or did not do. I don’t care about any of that. All I care about is that you are okay,” You’re pressing a soft kiss against his lips, his arms wrapping around you.
•••••
Clark is turning in bed, throwing his arm across, being met with a cool, empty, spot. Panic hits him briefly, his arm throwing off the sheet as he calls for you. His hearing is much fainter than it was just a week ago. He could just barely hear your calming heartbeat.
“Coming!” You call from the kitchen, and he can finally hear some pots and pans being moved around. He’s relaxing at hearing the sound of your voice, a fear gripping him so tight that he thought he dreamed the whole ordeal.
You were making your way into the bedroom, one of his long shirts dropping to your knees. “I’m making breakfast…” You can see that look in his eyes again. That one that you’ve been seeing more and more lately. Where he’s not all there.
His powers have been dwindling, getting weaker and weaker. He’s been going to the gym to keep himself fit, but he gets fatigued easily. His body isn’t used to this. He starves and eats like a dying man just to satiate his hunger only to get sick because he ate too much.
It’s been difficult for him.
Though he’s adamant that he’d do it all over again.
He sometimes panics when he wakes up in the mornings and find that you’re not in bed. One morning, and it broke your heart to see him so upset. He for sure thought he dreamt the whole thing and that he never got to you in time. Since the beginning.
He can’t watch the news anymore knowing there’s nothing he can do about it. Work seems to be understanding, but it’s not the same as it used to be.
Sometimes he has nightmares. You hold him at night just to make sure he doesn’t have to go through them. His transition to humanity isn’t as easy as he assumed. It’s not as easy as you would’ve hoped.
He hasn’t wanted to see Martha in almost two weeks. He didn’t say why.
You’re going over to his side of the bed, sitting on the very edge, softly grasping his face. “Hungry?” You question, and he nods slowly, leaning his head against yours. “Why don’t we get out today? Take Apollo? He’s getting a little antsy…” You offer, pressing a kiss against his nose. “Yeah, we can do that,” He murmurs, kissing your lips slowly.
As you start to pull away, his arms weave around your back, a silent request that he wants you to stay there for a minute. He’s tilting his head, deepening the kiss slightly.
The way his arms tighten, he needs you close. Wants to feel you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck, sucking in a breath as he pulls you over his lap.
“…food…” You mumble, tracing his lips with your tongue. “Can it wait? Please?” His breathy plea reverberated through you, and he sounds so full of need. The two of you have barely been intimate, primarily due to his changing adaptations and his mental state as of late. He needed time to process; because things just couldn’t return to the way they were.
You just lean into him, and he’s pulling you over his lap, the touch of your bare skin makes him alert. The fabric of his boxers is a teasing feeling, but neither of you were in a teasing mood.
His hand dips below, and he adjusts his boxers lower, the tip of his dick lightly gliding across your pussy. Human or not, he still worked the same and lit your body on fire like he used to.
Slow, long kisses in between panting breaths as you slowly ground on him. Soft touches and brushing of fingertips over the skin.
He needed you.
He just…he needed to feel you.
Hold you.
Share another moment with you.
He’s leaning back into the thick pillows, slipping inside of you with ease, both of you groaning softly. He helps rocks your hips as you placed small kisses down his neck and chest, his eyes closing in bliss.  
He felt whole right now.
Slowly pumping into you.
Your lips brushing against his own and any patch of skin.
The shirt you had on was eventually being tossed as he ran his hands along every inch of you, admiring your smooth skin. The feel of your dips and curves. Healthy in front of him.
Like always, you were cumming first, letting him ride it out as you leaned against him. Your second is always approaching not too long after, where he’s filling himself inside you, breathing heavily, placing kisses along your shoulder.
He’s laying back as you rest above him, caressing your back as he closes his eyes. He felt tired. In a good way.
You’re pressing another kiss under his chin, softly running your hands through his strands.
“Still hungry?” He just nods, his stomach grumbling underneath you.
Drawn to You
Over the next week or two, it seemed that Clark’s powers had officially left him, though, sometimes he swore he could faintly hear your heartbeat if he were close enough.
Sometimes he had good days. Sometimes he didn’t.
He was getting better though, and that’s all you wanted for him. He was currently looking for a job elsewhere, the Daily Planet not really fitting his current lifestyle anymore. A part of you still felt guilty. Here he was having to change everything. Because of you. If you could be the one to go back in time, you’d do everything differently. Talk to him. Be honest. Fight a little harder. Keep him close.
Despite the changes it caused, the two of you were able to spend a lot more time together. Go out more. Neither of you had to worry so much.
Clark had finally visited his mother who just held him and told him she loved him.
He’s been avoiding calls from Bruce and the others, and for not only your safety, but Dom’s, you kept communication to a minimum. Clark can’t tell Bruce what happened. If Doug even got a whiff they were communicating, he didn’t know what the retaliation it could be. They’d figure it out themselves.
It gave you two time to actually focus on your relationship. Physically, mentally, emotionally. With everything going on, you figured a courthouse was something that held in its best interest. Martha could be the witness…and when someday there wasn’t this threat hanging over your heads then you could have a wedding worth inviting people for.
Clark agreed with your thoughts. He just honestly wanted to move forward. Have the life he wants with you. He always knew he couldn’t have both. He was close. But he couldn’t have it all.
And he’d come to be okay with that.
•••••
Clark is kissing the top of your head as you crawl back into bed. “Okay?” He whispers, wrapping an arm around you. “Mhm. Must’ve been that pasta from that Italian restaurant…” Your nose wrinkles at the thought, still tasting the bile in your throat even though you brushed your teeth till the cows came home.
“Maybe…” He agrees, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.
“Feel better though?” He questions, kissing your skin. “A bit…” You roll over, facing him, fingertips grazing his temple. “I love you Clark. I really do,” He’s kissing your hand, eyes softening. “I know…” You’re smiling softly, reaching for him. “Again?” He grins, leaning down to kiss you once more. “Can you keep up?” You tease, a squeal of laughter leaving you as he’s pulling down on your calf, pulling you closer. “You know I can…” He’s guiding your hand down to his hard length, and you squeeze softly.
He’s leaning over and kissing you again, pressing you into the mattress. “You’re usually tired after 2…what’s gotten into you?” He teases, and you just wrap your arms around his neck.
Drawn to You
Quietly moving around, Clark puts on his interview outfit, glancing over at your sleeping form.
Your light snoring makes him smile, and he chances a glance at the clock. You should’ve been up by now, but maybe you were tuckered out. The last week now has been a little all over the place for you. You’ve been out and about looking for something else of your own, something that you can do that’s normal. And between looking for jobs of your own, you’ve spent some days and nights either puking your guts out or trying to get enough of your fiancé as you could. He still had the red hickeys to prove it.
Clark just thought something was going around as many people in the neighbors seemed to be coming down with a cold. The news said flu season is around the corner.
As he finishes getting himself together, he’s coming around the bed to kiss your forehead. Your eyes flutter open, and a few blinks clears your vision. “Morning. I’m about to leave and get ahead of traffic,” You’re nodding slowly, your nose wrinkling at the smell of his soft cologne. “Good luck. I love you,” He’s dipping his head to kiss your lips, and you slowly melt into him before pulling away.
As he stands to his full height, you’re pushing off the sheet before getting out of bed. He watches you curiously, your feet quickly brushing across the floor, the bathroom door closing shut behind you.
He looks at his watch, seeing as he has five minutes at best, concern for you hitting him as you were gagging into the toilet. “Are you going to be alright today? I can see if I can push the interview out. You don’t sound too well baby,” He makes his way to the bathroom, but doesn’t open the door. “No! I’ll be fine! It’s just a stomach bug. I’ll get some antibiotics and I’ll be good as new! Go! You really want this job!” You call through the door, the toilet flushing after a second, the sink water coming on.
“Okay…I love you. Call me if you need anything…” “Love you! Text me what you want for dinner!”
Clark was petting Apollo as he left, smiling softly. “Take care of mommy alright?” Apollo licks at his hand and Clark is grabbing his keys before heading out.
Clark recently applied at a high school for a gym coach, and really set out on it. Only problem is he didn’t have much to put on his resume.
Journalist
Former Superhero
That’s it.
He was nervous walking into the principal's office, for once in his life sweating bullets.
The moment he walked in, giving his best smile, he wasn’t feeling too confident about it.
•••••
Instead of Clark going to a second and third interview, he only needed time for one, having started a workday immediately.
He barely had the patience and not call you immediately, and by the time he got home, his stomach was rumbling. You heard the front door close, and after a few seconds, you round the corner. “I can assume it went well?” You question, giving Clark a smile. He’s locking the door and making a quick move toward you. “On the spot,” He’s chuckling at your little fit of claps before enveloping his arms around you, bending down to kiss your lips.
“I knew you could do it,” You murmur, smiling against his skin. “I can do this human thing…” You beam at him, pushing him away slightly. “I knew you could. Go shower, you’ve been around kids all day…” He’s nodding, pressing another kiss against your head. “How you feeling? Better?” “Oh yeah! I stopped by one of the urgent cares. He prescribed me some antibiotics to take. It was just a stomach bug like I thought. As long as I don’t develop a cough or fever, I’m all good,” “Okay, good. Man I’m starving…” You shoo him down the hall. “It’ll be ready when you come out,”
Dinner went without issue, Clark excitedly telling you about his day. “She just looked at me and said ‘you just have two things on here Mr. Kent..’ and I really didn’t think she’d want me. She said she wasn’t obligated since I was Superman and wanted to see how well I did. I got dressed in something else and she watched me for a few hours. She has a very…neutral expression…” You smile as he continues to talk, able to listen to him for hours.
“I’m proud of you…” He’s holding out a hand to you as you stand, and you smile down at him as you settle over him in the seat. “Took your antibiotic already?” He’s running his hands up your sides. “Mhm. Before I ate,” He’s tilting your head up, placing a soft kiss against your lips. “I like this. Being home with you...” You wrap your arms around him, kissing him softly. “Want me to help?” He mumbles against your lips, all the while pushing up your shirt. “Nope…” He licks along your lips, pulling you close.
•••••
You were both sweating, short breaths between the two of you.
 “You’re still…?” He mumbles, kissing the back of your neck and whispering into your ear. You nod assuringly. “Every day,” He hums, tongue rolling across your skin.
“Fuck…” You whine, moaning softly as he’s pushing down on your back, chest rising and falling against your skin. His hands against your hips are tight as he pulls on you, bringing you flush against his hips before repeating the action. “There you go…” He coos, thighs softly slapping against the back of yours. “Ah…sh-sh-ah…” You gasp, fingers clenching in the pillow below your head. His fingers are tightening in your skin as he presses a bit harder, a bit faster, his deep grunts like music to your ears. “You feel so good…” You whine, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust. “I know…” He says breathlessly, groaning above you as his balls were starting to tighten.
“Shit…I’m about to cum baby…” He warns, moaning the closer he got. “Cum all over me…please…please…you’re always so….” He breathes, letting out a deep breath as he went harder, his head leaning back as he groans, noisily slapping against your sweating skin. “Fuck baby…come on…come on…”
He urges, fingers digging painfully in your skin. “Fu-almo-oh god…” “Fuck that’s it…” He’s groaning as you tighten around him, pulsating around his cock. He’s letting out a low groan as he releases inside you, filling you till he was dripping from you.
He’s doing his best not to collapse on you, laying beside you as you panted. He’s lowering you down by pulling out one of your legs, bringing you to his chest. “Good?” He checks, kissing your soft lips. “Mhm, peachy…” He chuckles, pulling you to lay across his chest. “If you’re planning on a round 5…” You chuckle, and he softly laughs. “I’ll let you catch a breather…”
Drawn to You
Over the next few weeks, Clark got himself into a routine. Gym before work, shower, a little Rendezvous with you if he got lucky, work, and home for dinner. You recently found a job at the local elementary school across the street from the high school as team lead for the after-school program. Your lives were slowly picking up and you could confidently say things were normal. Clark was enjoying his new job and was always excited when he came home. More than half of the school knew who he was, and he of course was asked to do something cool, but he just said it wasn’t the right time.
He made it clear to his coworkers that he wished to keep Superman and Clark Kent two separate entities. That’s all he was. He liked it that way.  Preferred it. He still thought about it though. If he were still in the sky. Saving people. Stopping people like Doug. The bad guys. And though he missed it, he loves this life with you more. He likes doing normal things. Human things. Being human.
With you.
He loved the routine. Doing it all. It was simple.
What he wanted.
What Doug promised.
He seemed to not have to worry so much as it seemed that his team could survive without him. There were big things going on in the city. Small rumors. Doug right in the center. Something…somewhere was causing him to crumble.
••••••
Clark smiles softly at his plate sitting in the microwave, and he leans over the back of the couch, pressing a kiss against your head, your soft snoring filtering in the room.
He sets his bag down before looking behind him, hearing Apollo’s collar. “Hey buddy,” He’s running his hands through Apollo’s fur. “Wanna go for a walk?” He’s coming to a stand, hearing Apollo come after him. Grabbing the leash by the door, he clips it onto Apollo’s collar.
Clark takes his time walking his furry companion, looking around the neighborhood, truly seeing it for the first time. It felt nice to get some fresh air. Apollo seemed to enjoy stretching his legs as well. He walked at least twice  around the block before making his way back home.
He’s letting Apollo loose as he walks in, hanging up the leash. Closing and locking up, he chances a glance towards the couch, seeing it empty. As he starts to make his way down the hall, he can hear you in the bathroom.
The sound of you throwing up makes him pick up his feet, and he’s sighing softly. “Baby? You okay back here?” He leans against the bathroom door before knocking. “Yeah! I’m…” The sound of you gagging interrupts your sentence. He’s opening the door, rushing to help you up. He’s helping you to the sink so you can rinse your mouth.
He’s sweeping a hand down your head, kissing your temple. “I thought you were feeling better,” You’re humming, slowly brushing your teeth. He’s flushing the toilet, glancing over at you.
He stands close as you finish, placing his hand across your back. “You okay?” You’re nodding, leaning against him as he makes his way to the bedroom.  “Yeah, I’m just a little tired. Stomach is a little upset,” You’re crawling into bed, and he sits on the edge. “It’s not the flu right?” Shaking your head, you lay down. “Oh no, I’m working with kids now and I think it’s just that. I’m fine. How was your night?” He’s grabbing your hand, threading his fingers through yours.
“Good…thought about you…”
Drawn to You
Clark was expecting laughter when he got home, knowing Martha had come over. Her car was still in the driveway, and it seemed he’d gotten home just in time. A bouquet of flowers for his two favorite women in his life.  
The living room was slightly dark, the lighting seeming darker than usual. “Babe? Mom?” He’s pushing open the door with some force, his eyes scanning across the disturbed room.
The flowers in his hands are dropping, seeing as the lamps were scattered across the room. He’s pausing momentarily, seeing the red piece of fabric that still had the needle and thread attached. He’s picking it up, following the path of destruction slowly. Kicked over chairs. Furniture knocked about. Strewn papers all over the place. He’s making his way down the hall, his breathing getting deeper, heart hammering in his chest.
“Babe? Mom?” He knew it was futile. He knew neither of you were home.
The bathroom door light cover was busted, and glass on the floor as he walked in. His jaw is clenching at the ransacked mess. As his eyes scan the counter, he pauses briefly. The pink and white stick is what captured his attention first before the paper did, and he’s snatching the paper, holding it up to his face. He scans the various charts and words he didn’t care to read before getting to the bottom. The bold word at the bottom makes his body feel elation and rage all at once.
POSITIVE
His hand starts to shake, his vision blurring slightly.
He could’ve gone through a million scenarios. But there was only one. How? He didn’t know why.
He didn’t care. Whatever the reason, Doug broke his promise.
His hand is tightening around the soft cloth, the only thing left of his cape.
Every muscle in his body feels like it’s vibrating, and he can feel the heat burning in his shoes. His vision slightly blurs, literally seeing red.
As he stalks out of the house, his mind is in one place. With every step, the rubber from his shoes seems to stick to the cement as he walks, heat seeming to literally seep from his skin.
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and another one,,thank you!
Snippets from upcoming Clark Kent/Black!Reader Oneshot - Mockingbird
-Crime, smut, drama, forming a healthy relationship
-This is story is more soft smut, unlikely partnership, and intertwined on a crime level with a reluctant woman who needs nothing, and a superhero just trying his best and keep his city safe.
Here are some snippets and not in order. I'm at 6K words and I really want to post what I have now and post the other part as a part two, but....I don't know
-SNIPPET
The next morning found you pressed against his strong body, his even breathing flowing with yours. You were sleepily drawing patterns over his chest while he held you against him, his hand brushing along your backside.
“We shouldn’t’ve done that…” You whisper, and he doesn’t say anything, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Nothing to do about it now,” He whispers back, meeting your gaze. “I guess not,” You’re leaning into his touch as he frames your face, and you’re mimicking his words from last night. “Why do you do that?” His voice is slightly humored as he responds, “Do what?” “Make me feel like it’s okay to…feel things,” “Because it is. You’re human. You can’t shun yourself to your emotions,” He hums slightly as you shift over him, igniting the hard on he’d been keeping at bay for the sake of conversation. “Noted,” You whisper, though you’re not focused on his response, rather taking care of his not so little problem. His fingers start to tangle in your hair the lower you glide yourself down his body.
“Fuck,” He hisses.
-SNIPPET
It was easy to get lost in a man’s touch, and he touched you with such tenderness that you could’ve wept. He took his time lavishing small kisses down your throat and down the path of your body while you tangled your fingers in the curly mop atop his head. Every kiss blended into another, every moan and groan following behind the other.
He was pressing the lightest kisses along your thighs, a deep groan leaving him in the process, but if he could be honest, he didn’t have the patience for a full exploration. You weren’t sure how this was happening, and he didn’t intend to start unraveling you from your clothes. It was just happening, and neither of you wanted to turn away.
-SNIPPET
“Why do you do that?” He questions, and you turn to face him, watching him as he watches you. “Do what?” “Turn a cold shoulder to your health? You were fine when you were attacked in that home, fine tonight when you could have clearly been killed. You walk into these situations like it’s okay,”
You’re forgetting about your drink, gaze wandering over him. “You wouldn’t understand,” He’s coming to a stand but doesn’t come any closer. “Enlighten me,” “About what? I don’t care about what happens to me. All I care about is catching Mockingbird,” “I care about what happens to you,” He interjects, walking towards you. He didn’t understand your jadedness. “You care about what happens to everyone. That’s your job right?” “True…but doesn’t mean I’m going to watch you get yourself killed,” “I don’t need you,” You felt slight regret at your words as they clearly didn’t bode well with him.
“I don’t need anybody,” You’re moving past him, and he’s grasping onto your wrist, turning into you almost. “You don’t want to be alone. I understand,” You’re shaking your head, pulling away from him and pushing some hair from your face. “How? Even when you’re alone there are people out there that look to you. I’m better off alone, then there’s nothing for me to…” You trail off, sighing slightly. “Count on. And no offense to you but you know as well as I do that when this is over, we’ll go our separate ways,”
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so excited!!!
Jealous ex-husband Steve Rogers who finds out reader is going on a date? 👀🤭 (Not Rectify related)
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Rectify - RAGE Part 2
AN: Sorry this part took a while.
It’s been four days.
Four long days that Steve hasn’t laid eyes on you.
He was going insane. Mentally bouncing up the walls because someone took you. They took you from a place where he promised you’d always be safe and nothing bad would ever happen. It was your home. His home. A place where you should feel safe leaving and going.
He was physically pacing every waking moment, running his hands through his hair and thinking about where you were. Who knew you were alone?
He glances at your empty side of the bed every night, staring at it so hard and willing for you to just appear. Your phone is off. He can’t track it. It last pinged at home. There’s nothing left that he could discern where you were. Plus given the possibility that you were pregnant with his child made it a thousand times worse. If something happens to you…and his unborn child, he doesn’t think he’ll have the mental capacity to show an ounce of mercy. None.
Who would take you? It was obvious that this was about him. He wasn’t home. He wasn’t around. You were attacked while vulnerable. A lot of his things were destroyed in the scuffle of whatever occurred. He could tell you put up one hell of a fight. He hopes you give them them hell. Was there more than one?
Out of the times that something of this magnitude could go wrong, it happens to be right after he decides to retire.
Retire.
It’s like a startling realization occurs. He’s never had a problem with anyone breaking in, stalking either of you or having anyone unwanted in his space. Ever. But so soon after he finally announced he was leaving? To start a family? It made the most sense. But were they really that low to take his family? To silently threaten him? He gave them Captain America. The golden boy. To them, they see Steve Rogers. A man who strives on honor and Justice. Equality. Favor of the people. A nice…now somewhat hardened man. But they have no idea what lies underneath concerning the people he cares for. And to take you? They’re asking to be beat to death with his bare hands because that’s the one thing nobody touches. No one is allowed to come into his space and take what belongs to him.
If they hurt one hair on your head…he was going to kill them all.
•••
Former General Ross had never seen a man look so deranged since Bruce Banner. Steve looked disheveled, hair having been tousled around, eyes hard and sunken in. “Rogers. Thought you already called in your last day,” His chuckle is filled with unease as Steve walks into his sky view office. Steve is closing the door behind him, and Ross passes him a wary glance as the door is clicking locked. “You uh…look a little pale there…everything all right?” Steve is brandishing a pistol, setting it on the table as he sits in a chair across from his desk.
“Don’t. Just don’t. I’m only going to ask you once. Where is she?” Ross isn’t able to give a questioning answer before Steve is placing down the engagement ring he gave to you. “The day I come home, I find my house ransacked and this is all that’s left. I know you know. If you think this is some sort of ploy to get me back in the game, you’re only pissing me off. You’re playing a game with me that you’re not going to win,” The confusion on Ross’s face replaced the unease, and he’s furrowing his brows.
“She’s missing? Look Steve, I might’ve been a little unhappy with you knowing you were giving it all away, but I would never ever stop you. You’ve been doing this for a long time and I know what it’s like to want to rest. I wouldn’t have made such a call,” Steve’s expression doesn’t waver, eyes narrowing as he assesses his former employer. “Then who would have? There’s nobody higher than you that’s close to me to make such a call. I’m going to need a hell of a lot more than that. You’re not just attacking me. You’re attacking my family. I will turn this whole fucking place upside down until I get the answers I want,”
Rectify- Rage
Your head was pounding, the usual sign of a headache. The right side of your temple throbbed, and your vision was obscured by the darkness around you. Your hands felt tight, weak, wrists stinging from being bound. A dim light is suddenly flickering on, and you squint your eyes. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust, and you find that you’re in a rusted room of some sort, like a cell, but with no bars.
Scraping metal alludes to the sound of a door opening, and as you blink a few times, a tall individual is stepping inside the room, and it’s the dark blue he’s wearing that almost brings you comfort. It takes only but a second to see that it’s not Steve who stands before you. Someone else. Someone you’ve never seen.
It’s strange seeing the suit on another person.
You’re lifting your gaze to a pair of dark blue eyes, feeling uncomfortable by the look he gives you. Like he despises you. “Didn’t know when you’d wake up sweetheart….” Your eyes narrow and you lean your head upwards as he steps closer. “Who are you? Where’s Steve?” You question fearfully, wary as he squats down to your eye level. “I was supposed to be Steve’s replacement. Steve’s coming. I want him to find me so I can take everything from him, like he took it from me,” He’s brushing a warm hand down your face, and your heart stutters.
“I had a wife. She left me. I tried hard to get on the level I needed to be. To become the next Captain America. It was supposed to be mine. But the military, the government, just wasn’t enough. I needed to be like him. Zemo found the serum and I thought why not? It’s what I need. They said I was changing. Turning into someone else. I lost my rank, my job, my wife, for nothing. He wasn’t even going to give it to me. He was supposed to. Ross was going to make him hand it over, but he was weak. Let Steve out to do what he please. The last Avenger. He ruined my life. So why not ruin his?”
Rectify – Rage
Steve knew it was a trap the second he walked in, but the moment he laid eyes on you through the open slit in the wall, he had to get you out. You were out cold, and it took some shaking as he freed you to get you awake.
The relief in your eyes once you relaxed had him pushing his fingers to your lips. “Shhh. I’m going to get you out of here,” He whispers, looking you over thoroughly as much as he could. He’s scooping you up with ease, holding you close and slowly making his way out the way he came. He’s stopping in his tracks however as John is standing but a few feet away.
Steve is cradling you closer before slowly letting you down, his body stepping slightly in front of you. “She has nothing to do with this,”  John runs his gaze to you, and you shift closer to Steve, worry brewing in your gut. “Sure about that? She’s the reason you’re giving it all away, and to someone else no less,” “You’re throwing a fucking hissy fit over the fact that I didn’t appoint you as the new Captain America? Why would I when this is what you do? You’re trying to live up to a legacy you’ve never earned,”
Steve is nudging you away from him seeing as John was getting antsy. “Get out of here,” You didn’t want to leave him, but you knew that for your safety, you should. For the possible safety of your child. You grasp onto his hand once more before letting go, turning in the opposite direction, finding the door he’d come through.
As you start to run for it, it’s closing with a large bang, echoing in the now small area of whatever this place was. You still run to it regardless, pushing on it in any direction. “Nobody leaves until there’s only one of us left. She’s going to watch me kill you,”
You’ve never been more fearful of anything in your life. John was terrifying. In every way possible. When he and his men came for you, there was nothing you could do to stall or get any amount of time to do anything. John was a different breed of man, and as much faith as you had in Steve…you were terrified of the outcome.
You’ve also never seen Steve look as angry as he did in this moment. Livid.
You wished you could close your eyes, but once the fighting started, you couldn’t stop. You pushed yourself into the farthest corner, watching the two men trade blow that would be sure to kill a normal person. It was like watching a horror movie with your eyes being forced open. While Steve could clearly hold his own, John was stronger, faster, and so much more dangerous.
You were silently screaming, watching the ordeal with so much fear, your worry for Steve growing the more John traded blow after blow, after blow. When Steve dropped to his knees, and John pulled back, you’ve never been more frozen with worry than in that moment.
The hit was hard, knocking Steve onto his back with a creaking thud. You could see his harsh breathing, and the way his eyes blinked rapidly. You’re winding with every kick to his side and every punch to his face, watching his face swell and bleed. It wasn’t enough for John. He kept going. Now you were screaming, begging for John to stop. It’s instinct when you’re running up beside him, pushing against John’s frame with as much strength as you could muster. “Stop it!” It doesn’t do much to deter his actions, but he’s taken off guard for a moment.
It allows you to squeeze under him and over Steve, your hands framing his bloodied face. “Steve…” You whisper urgently, wiping over one of his eyes. “Stevey…look at me…” Steve is barely making eye contact with you, his mouth opening, and he’s coughing up blood, which causes you to frown. You’re looking over your shoulder at John who was staring at you without much emotional reaction. “It’s over, you win,” John’s sinister smile makes you shiver, and he’s reaching for you, snatching you up from over Steve’s frame.
“Haven’t won yet sweetheart until he loses everything. Can you still hear me Steve?!” “Get off me!” Your thrashing limbs are useless as the door you were hoping to leave through earlier was opening, and John was easing himself out from the room and into another that led to a balcony. The wind was blowing rapidly, and John slowly made his way to the open door, keeping you still.
You’re twisting your head to look for Steve, finding him still on the floor, barely leaning up. A few men you’ve never seen are guiding him to his feet and bringing him to follow, leaving him on his knees. John intended to do the unspeakable. He was going to kill you. Right here. Right now. “Your wife leaving and my death aren’t really the same,” You try to reason, your voice becoming more panicked as he steps outside fully. “Still feels like she died,” “Did you ever consider that she left you because you’re a sadistic bastard who murders people as a temper tantrum?” “I see why Steve likes you. You’re a smart ass,” He’s setting you on your feet, keeping a tight hold around you, his hand gripping your face so you could look at the drop you’d be facing.
As he goes to lift you, you’re bracing your feet against the patio wall, leaning into him as much as you could, your heart ramming in your chest. “Wait! Wait! I’m pregnant! I-I mean I…I might be!” John’s hold is halting, and he’s grasping your face again, forcing you to look up at him. “You’re lying,” You’re shaking your head the best you could, your eyes starting to water. “I was supposed to go before Steve came h-home and I was going to wait when you showed up. I’m not lying…I-I don’t know for sure but I…I think I am,”
He’s giving you the definition of a side eye, before whipping his head to look at Steve, confusion rising as Steve was gone. Without much time to take in what was happening, John was forcefully pushing you over, and there’s no amount of preparation that could get you ready to withstand falling to your death.  You couldn’t get enough air in your lungs to scream, and you could barely see despite the ground getting closer and closer.
A heavy mass is grasping onto you, and there are mixtures of reds, whites, and blues blurring your vision before you were coming to an abrupt stand onto your feet, atop of a smaller building. It takes a second for you to process that you weren’t dead or falling, your eyes taking in Sam who in the moment was the epitome of America. His suit was all decked out, and regardless of the extreme stress you were under, you’ve never been more proud.
“You alright?” He’s asking, looking over you carefully. You can’t help but hug him, relief in your heart. “More than alright. You need to help him. John is insane. I don’t know how much longer Steve can go,” Sam is nodding in agreement, pointing towards a helicopter in the distance. “I’ve got backup. I don’t think John can handle two Super Soldier’s. I’m going to get you down to safety, alright?”
••••
Though Steve felt like his body was on fire, he pushed his way out of the building of chaos, his focus on finding you. You saw him first, walking beside Bucky, and after pushing away the paramedics hand, you were moving in his general direction.
You were moving into a short sprint, and he didn’t have to walk any faster, his legs enabling him to move fast enough. He’s enveloping you in his arms the moment he’s able, hands framing your face as he bends to kiss you deeply. You’re grasping onto his shoulders, leaning your head back to have better access. He’s only pulling away for a second to pull you closer, his head resting on top of yours.
In the hole of his arm and body, you can see Bucky helping assist officers lead John into a SWAT vehicle.
You lift your head again, eyes tearing up at his bruised and battered face.
You open your mouth to say something…anything but there’s nothing to say.
He’s pressing a kiss to your lips again.
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Coffee and Cream - Spoiled
AN- Since it has been a minute I last posted a part…thought I’d post something sweet about them. I’m missing my sweet Bucky era
Summary – Bucky takes you out for a spa date. 
There was no denying that you were spoiled. Rotten. 
Bucky was holding the door open for you, and you practically glide past him much to his amusement. The nail technician that you’ve come to know very well is looking at you over her glasses, a smile breaking out on her face. “Look who came prancing in here…” You give her a sheepish smile, shrugging slightly. “Been a little busy lately…” Her sparkling, humored gaze is flickering to Bucky, and she smiles. “So this is the man you brag about every time. Glad you made an appointment honey because I am booked all afternoon. You know what to do. Find your color and someone will get started on your feet,” 
Bucky chuckles are your behavior, quite literally following you around as you thumbed through the seasonal books of colors. You’d been absentmindedly mentioning that you wanted to get a manicure and pedicure since the weather is changing to fall, and your natural ones had grown out very well since your last set. You didn’t think Bucky was listening to the point where he’d actually make an appointment for you, take you, and from the looks of it stay.
You were combing through the shades of green, choosing an olive green that caught your eye. Bucky simply looks around, stopping for a moment as some of the current patrons were staring at him. He gives them a slight nod before turning back to you thoroughly confused. 
“Like this one?” You ask, and he peers over your shoulder. He loved any color on you, and he takes a moment to check out the others before nodding. “Mhm,” You give him a skeptical glance and he chuckles. “I’m going to say yes to any color,” “You would,” You mumble humorously before finding a seat in one of the massage chairs. One of the technicians is nodding at him to sit in the one beside you, and he somewhat awkwardly sits, not sure where to put his feet. 
Someone comes to recline his chair after moving the tin of water underneath for him to get comfortable. 
He simply sits, eyeing you as you explain what you wanted, only glancing over at him momentarily when asked what service you wanted. You knew Bucky didn’t particularly care, as he would always slip you money whenever you used to go, but you thought it nice to ask as you were getting both done, not just one over the other. 
“Whatever you want Princess,” If it was something to make you feel nice and happy then he didn’t care what it was. 
Quiet awes follow, and you beam over at him. 
Bucky had to be one out of the few patient men to sit in a chair for hours. He alternated between his phone and watching the process, watching your relaxed expression as well, smiling when you’d show him your toes. It was a humorous sight, watching him follow you from seat to seat with his eyes. 
You were finally done just before the shop got super busy, and Bucky was grabbing your things and tapping his card over the card reader. He glances down at you, your attention on your freshly done nails. “Happy with them?” He inquires, pulling his card away when it beeps. You’re nodding enthusiastically, glancing up at him with a somewhat shy smile. His heart warms when you stand on the tips of your toes to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. 
“Thank you,” Before you can rest back on your feet, he’s tilting your chin back up to press a kiss against your lips, just slightly deepening it before pulling away. “You’re more than welcome. Come on,” With your purse in one hand, he’s taking your hand in the other, leading you back outside, even twirling you around briefly, your soft laughter following. 
Coffee and Cream 
You for sure thought Bucky was ready to go home, but he surprised you once more by taking you out to lunch. It was nothing fancy, just somewhere quick to grab something to eat, the two of you eating outside within the restaurants patio. 
You were currently leaning against him as you ate your burger, slightly kicking your feet and humming all at the same time. “This is delicious,” You mumble around a bite, and he hums in agreement. You could almost nap when he started to trace his hand against your back, and you scoot closer to him if possible, watching the cars go by. “Thank you Buck,” You murmur. “Anything for you baby,”
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INDEX
AN: These are Princesses nails
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all of the above yes
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might get back into making gifs i’m not sure. also i am the original creator of these. i just deleted my account and now this is my new account with the same the username! ill be reposting my haunting of bly manor gifs shortly.
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Darkest Desires - Chapter 5
Winter Soldier/xblack!reader
AN: I am really excited about this chapter - I am hoping you guys are starting to get a look at the dynamics of their relationship. I want to portray the reader's dependence on Bucky, as well as his own thoughts regarding this situationship. Comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated and I always love to answer questions.🙂
-TW: Minor SA (sexual assault/harassment)
The aftermath as you’d call it was not the typical awkward.
There were no two parties trying to shrink away from embarrassment.
Other than slightly making you anxious as you don’t know what happens next, you were otherwise taking this as a normal day. When you emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around you, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, your knife in his hands as he examined it.
“Where’d you get this?” Your heart raced momentarily as you contemplated answering him. Would he be upset you took a self-defense course? Would he see that as an attack on his person? He’s meeting your wandering gaze, raising a brow at you. “I went to a self-defense class Saturday. They gave it to us for free,” You might as well tell the truth. There was no point in lying to him.
“Self-defense from me?” The question is asked in a non-offensive fashion, and he looks to be challenging you almost. Almost.
“Not exactly, but besides…I don’t think any form of self-defense I learn will take you off guard,” “It won’t,” He agrees, twirling the knife around. “You should continue this…class. I will not always be around to protect you,” Your brows are raising in surprise, and you tilt your head at him. “I thought you’d be more bent out of shape if I left here at all,” He’s bringing himself to a slow stand, making his way towards you, twirling the pointing end of the knife against his finger. “I am not here to restrict you. Like I said before, keep yourself out of trouble. If this keeps you out of trouble then there is no issue,” You watch his hands as they close and open the knife, back to back. “About last night…” You start, meeting his intrigued gaze. He’s raising a brow the longer you take to say something. “Why did you…we…it caught me by surprise is all…” You fumble over your words, studying him as he was obviously studying you.
He’s looking down at the knife once more before looking back up at you. “Deep down you wanted me just as much. Am I wrong?” “And just how do you know that?” You retort, following him with your eyes as he stepped closer to you, a hand teasingly tugging on your towel. “Because I can smell your desperation,” He replies with ease, giving you the most simplest explanation as if it made the most sense. Smell?
“I’m not…desperate…” Your voice turns to a whisper as he’s literally right up on you, his body making you back up towards the bathroom door. He’s grabbing onto your wrist that was lined with bruises from his fingers. He’s almost regretful as he glances at them. But you both know that there is not a single thing he did last night that hurt you. “Then why do you fight me so hard yet…” He pauses, letting your hand go to replace it on the side of your face, gripping your chin slightly. You’re leaning into him automatically and a part of it disturbs you. “Soften at my touch?”
That’s a loaded question, and he knows it.
You don’t have an answer, not one you want to admit anyway. He wasn’t wrong. You fight the urge to be close, but the moment he lays a hand on you, you’re melting like butter. You fight it because you know it’s wrong. It’s wrong to lay with a killer. It’s wrong to like the way he touches you….or the way you’re now losing yourself in his gaze as he tilts your chin up. It’s wrong to let him kiss you. It’s so wrong, but feels amazing when he’s flicking your towel away, hands roaming your waist.
It’s wrong when you arch into his body the moment he’s snatching you close to him.
No, there’s no fight here.
No pushing him away or screaming for help or crying out in fear. And just like you, he knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong to have let you live for his own selfish pleasures. But he cannot fight his own desperation either. He’s desperate for touch all the same. It keeps him from being consumed by the bloodlust he’s bound to have the second he’s away from you.
It’s wrong…but feels so right when he starts to heatedly kiss you, grinding you against his pants. It’s wrong, but it feels so right when you place your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he hastily nips at your mouth.
It’s desperation that drives you both. A desperate need to feel after years of isolation. It is wrong, for both of you, but it doesn’t stop you from succumbing to his touch, your soft moans following mere seconds after he had himself sheathed to the hilt inside you, slowly fucking you.
You’re easily losing this war as you kiss him eagerly, soft exclamations as his thick cock is gliding against your soft walls, bringing you pleasure beyond your imagination.  His grip is tight on your thighs, and he relishes the sound of your soft gasps with every snapping of his hips. Your quiet oh’s and fuck’s. The soft begging; please. The way your eyes tear up the second you open them. It feels so good. He knows it. You know it.
You’re maintaining eye contact with him as your limbs tense, and your fingers tighten around his shoulders. The way your lips tremor draws his attention, and he’s kissing you passionately, proving his point once more than you were desperate. You needed his touch. You wanted it. It made him feel alive.
 You’re shuddering when you cum, moaning softly as he plummeted into you. He’s tugging on your thick locks of hair, forcing your head back as he added new marks to the dark ones already marring your coca skin. You’re crying out as you’re close to cumming again in just that short matter of time.
It didn’t take too much longer before you were whimpering out your release, feeling warm spurts of cum dripping from your abdomen. You held onto him for dear life as your high took over. He’s kissing you once more, hearing you very clearly as you mumbled against his lips.
“You’re a murderer…”
He tightens his hands on your hips, but says nothing.
He’s a cold-blooded killer, but you didn’t stop him from screwing you twice now in less than 12 hours.
Darkest Desires
His gaze is transfixed on your sleeping form, having nothing better to bide his time than to watch you. How did he allow himself to become distracted? He should be out there to finish up his mission from the night before. He shouldn’t have come to you at all. Your house was the quickest and probably the safest though. Maybe he liked the concern on your face. The weakness you clearly possessed to stay away from him. The way you looked at him with understanding and not fear.
Then you got close. Got soft. Real soft. Barely clothed as it was, and he could see it in your eyes. A part of you wanted him. Despite whatever your mind was telling you. It was more curiosity that drove him to touch you, and you were practically baring yourself with the lack of barrier between your skin and his wandering hands. You felt good. More than good. Soft. You were eager. Wet and slick under his hands and you succumbed so easily to him.
Taking him so well.
The sounds you made just resonated in his head. Over and over. The look on your face. How many times you came and shuddered beneath him.
Such innocence he took from you.
If he’s the first to have you, no one else can.
Why should they deserve such feeling? Such euphoria? You were as he imagined you’d be. No one else can have the privilege of experiencing such satisfaction.
He meant what he said to you.
There was no taking a step back.  He came to you, and you allowed him in. The darkest thing you could ever do in a lifetime. The desire that brews underneath his immoral behavior is purely physical. He does not have the emotional capability to care. Not in a way you’d want a man to. He was not your partner. Not really. This wasn’t a two-folded relationship. It wasn’t really a relationship at all.
He believes you understand that.
He is not your boyfriend, yet that doesn’t mean he’s going to allow you to….have one. Nobody can have you the way he just had you. That’s for his benefit, and his only. Thinking about someone else touching you or fucking you the way he did ignites this murderous urge within him.
You gave yourself to him.
You succumbed to his dark desire to have you.
“Ah…oh my go-ugh. So-so good. Pl-ple-mmm! Feels so fucking…pl-right-oh…”
He has never…ever…felt so…in control of something.
The more pressure he applied around your neck, the more he had you dripping and squeezing his cock in a vice grip. Your added nail marks down his arm. Your quivering body, teary eyes widening up at him. Ragged breaths. Strangled moans. The barely conscious gleam in your eyes before he let you breathe again, your trembling body twisting to gain reprieve as you gasped for breath and pleaded out your release, coating him and your sheets until you were sobbing.
It’s like an unspoken contract.
You signed your name on the dotted line.
You signed your mind.
Your body.
Your soul. It’s all his.
Nobody else can have it.
•••••
You’re very unsure of how you let this happen. You know, but it’s not that easy to lay out. It was like an addiction.
The way he just had you doing things you’d never done before was riveting.
You were now used to having him in your space. You were used to him coming and going. In the passing weeks of a somewhat silent agreement, you were used to him finding his way into your bed at night, spreading you open and having his way with you. Marking every part of your skin with his mouth and hands.
Having such control over you.
There was a deep seeded attraction. The dark, captivating, energy. The rough nights of pure ecstasy, yet a constant, almost cooing voice in your ear telling you that you’re taking it so well, that you’re his. Or those darker whispers when you’re so far gone into pleasure that you can’t take anymore, but he’s in your ear and telling you to “bud' khoroshey devochkoy i voz'mi eto,” or rather be a good girl and take it.
It was…strange.
Like a cloud over your head hiding all rational thoughts of clarity.
Different.
The dynamic.
It felt nice. You felt wanted. You shouldn’t. But you did.
 Darkest Desires
The customer you had tonight was somewhat…weird. Jumpy. Kind of creepy. You didn’t like him, but you couldn’t refuse either. Every other dancer was busy, and you were one of the few that still did the red star. “So with the red star…” You start, leading him into me of the back rooms, and he follows you into the dimly lit room. “I know what the red star is,” He’s interrupting you, making his way over to the couch, plopping down, and spreading his legs. You eye him warily as he beckons you over, something in his gaze severely giving you red flag vibes. Still, you make your way over, taking in his short brown hair, the glasses that rimmed his face that made you think of almost every serial killer to exist. He was somewhat lanky, fingers long and nimble. He was wearing a cream colored, collar shirt and dark pants with simple work boots.
He pats his legs for you to sit, and you slowly do so, refraining the urge to scrunch your nose. He’s grasping onto you much quicker than you expected, practically manhandling you closer to him. Your hands are smushed against his chest, and you’re leaning your head back when he starts to make a move to kiss you.
You barely have time to react to anything he’s doing, his demeanor very eager. “Okay, slow down, and there’s no kissing,” You warn, voice reflecting your concern. You know he’s not listening by the way he leans in again, a hand going to your back and forcefully pushing you closer to his face. He had a lot more strength than you thought, his other hand grasping your face so you could be still while he kissed you.
It was disgusting.
His tongue was warm as he pushed your lips apart, and you let out a muffled, disgusted grunt, pushing against his chest, unable to get far as the hand at your back kept you right against him. You start to wiggle your way off of him, only to gag as you can feel him getting hard beneath you. Without much else to do, you bite down on his tongue which gets him to release your face. You’re easing an arm up between the both of you, pushing against his face, and his leaning backwards allows your other hand to claw at his arm which still held you.
You’re falling backwards to the floor as he comes to an immediate stand, his pained yell muffled by the music booming through the club. You’re too shocked to move right away, and it gives him the ability to lunge for you. You’re barely turning on your side to get to your feet before he was grasping a full fist of your hair, pulling you towards him. “Get off me!” With thrashing limbs, he’s still grabbing you up from the floor, wrapping his arms around your middle and sitting back on the couch, wrapping his other around your flailing arms to hold you still.
Panic is rising through you as he’s forcing your head to the side, his bloody tongue licking a long path up your neck. Your feet are still free, and you manage to stomp with a heel on his boot, feeling the heel break upon impact. Your eyes were starting to water as he started to kiss on your neck, your body becoming tired the more you struggled against his hold.
“Stop it! Please, stop!”
The music was so loud that you were sure no one could hear you, and you couldn’t even shake your head from his grasp. “Relax. It won’t hurt,” Your guts clenches as he breathes in your ear, his arms tightening around you.
Maybe it was luck or something else, but the song had come to an abrupt end, a crowd of awe and what happened?, following. You were still screaming at him to stop which alerted one of the security guards who was running down the side of the rooms, a large man barreling through the beaded curtains seconds later . He took a second to assess before he was coming to your aid, practically yanking you away. Another guard had followed who was catching you from falling while the other tackles your attacker to the floor.
You could feel yourself trembling as you were moved to the side. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You no longer felt safe standing there, shrinking away from the guard who was doing his best to calm you and ease you out. You didn’t want him touching you. You didn’t want anyone touching you. You wanted to feel safe…and only one person could do that.
After being ushered to the locker room where you could get your belongings, you were reaching for your phone, the device shaking slightly with your hands. After unlocking it, you pulled up the only number in your phone, contemplating on even calling him. You didn’t see him this morning, so there was no telling if he was even at your house at the moment.
Your finger is hitting call before your brain can think on it any longer. It’s ringing for a total of three rings before his even tone filtered through. Yes? You opened your mouth to say something, only to pause. You couldn’t go to him for every problem. You couldn’t rely on him for every issue.
“Um…nothing…sorry. Are you at my house?” Yes. You sound strange. He replies, voice lowering as he attempts to discern what was wrong with you. “I do? I didn’t want anything…just…” Your eyes were starting to water again, and you barely manage to keep in your sniffle. Just? There is something wrong. Don’t lie to me.
Fuck. Your sniffle this time could be heard, and you huff in frustration. I’m coming to get you. Click.
You move the phone from your ear, seeing your Home Screen reflecting back at you.
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Five minutes went very quickly once you gathered all your things and advised Trevor that you were leaving for the night. After begrudgingly giving him half the tips you made for the evening, you were making your way outside just as he was pulling up to the curb on one of those Harley-Davidson motorcycles. You only knew it due to the name on the side in bold letters, and one of the bouncers told anyone about the one he just bought.
You weren’t dressed in the same clothes you came in with, rather a spare change of clothes you always kept handy.
He stayed on the bike as you wandered over, his eyes taking you in with scrutiny. Your face still held the runny mascara, and you had your arms around your middle as if you were shielding yourself. If he looked close enough, he could see the dried, red, smear on your neck.
He’s scooting upwards for you to get on behind him and after situating yourself, you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing tightly. A commotion draws your attention, and you glance towards the doors as your now beaten attacker is being shoved out. It made sense that Trevor wouldn’t call 911. Bad for business. Still, it didn’t make it any better knowing he was walking free. You haven’t a clue you’re being watched by the body against you as you and your disgusting customer make eye contact. He can feel the tensing of your limbs, and the way you cling to his back. His dark eyes travel to the man, and he can see claw marks, like scratches on his arms.
It may be strange, but your silent companion can pick out details of you in a crowd, and seeing as he has a fresh set on his back, he’s already drawing conclusions in his head. As you turn your head away, squeezing tighter around his waist, he’s revving the engine before pulling away from the curb.
Darkest Desires
He wasn’t so bloody this time returning to your house in the night.
Three times now.
Three times he’s murdered for you.
 All justifiable in his opinion.
The pink swirls going down the sink isn’t a concern, and he’s glancing up from the silver lining of his hand, eyes taking in your form from the reflection of the mirror. You silently stare at him, obviously haven woken from your sleep. Your gaze drifts to the remaining blood that quickly disappears under the warm water. He looks back down at his hands before turning the water off. Drying his hands on the nearby hand towel, he turns to face you, gauging your demeanor. You’ve since calmed from the hysterical cries that held you captive hours prior, clean from the traumatizing night.
There’s no regret on his face.
No annoyance.
No…anger or animosity at his actions for you.  
You’re unaware that he’s committed another atrocity. Knowing something happened, but not the details. You know he did something to your attacker. Something horrible. Something he’s unable to take back. His assessment of you is cut short as you step forward into the bathroom. Just two steps was all you needed to be within hands reach of him. You didn’t understand this desire to be close to him, and while it frustrates you not being able to understand your feelings, you can’t really help yourself.
He’s leaning in just as you’re stepping forward, lips within reach. As you let out a small breath, you turn your face, feeling his nose brush against your temple as he took in a breath of his own. You’re leaning into him, easing yourself closer, your hands brushing against his vest. You swallowed the urge to undo it, fingers tensing and relaxing against his sides.
A stickiness is coating your hands, and as you press yourself against him fully, you’re moving your palms away, faint redness slightly coating your hands. Pressing your head against his shoulder, you let the coolness of his forearm soothe the raging fire biting beneath your skin.
He’s easing a hand through your hair, fingers gliding against the nape of your neck. He just holds your head there, his chest rising and falling slowly. You smell good to him. You feel warm against him. Your tensing shoulders drop, and you’re easing your head up, and his mouth is there. Waiting.
A press of skin.
Two. Pecks.
Three.
The kiss is slow. As if testing not only your comfortability and your strength, but also your control.
He’s guiding your head to the side softly, tongue slipping past your parting lips. With red-stained hands, you’re pressing your hands against his face as he glided a strong arm around you.
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@cjand10
@chokeanddagger
@nagisaunicorn-blog
@adoreyouusugar
@usertragedys
@motivation-idontknowher
@thabiddie23
@winters-doll
@darkserenity24
@princess76179
@sebastians-love
@louderfortheback
@ellethespaceunicorn
@darkbreezybri
@queerqueenlynn
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really enjoyed this!!
Rectify – Rage: Part 1
Summary: Steve is on the hunt for blood after you go missing amid his announcement to retire.
Steve was frozen for a moment, face contorted into surprise and fear…but amazement almost as you looked up at him nervously. “I mean it could be wrong. False positives can happen. Won’t know until we make an appointment,” He was still reaching for you and pulling you close to him, bending down to kiss you sweetly. He could feel your smile, and also your nerves. He was nervous. He was terrified to be honest. If you were, it would probably be one of the most amazing things in his life to ever occur. It would mean he would need to get to work now to make some expansions to the house and start buying things. Lots of things.
Not to mention there was still a wedding to plan but at this rate, he’d be fine with a courthouse date and saying ‘I do’ that way. Your laughter is contagious as he presses small kisses down your face before you were wrapping your arms around his neck. “Then it’s settled. No more after this one,” He murmurs against your lips. “Steve…” You whisper, leaning back somewhat surprised. “No, it’s a good time as any. I want to be around for my family. I’m not letting you do this alone,” “It may turn out to be nothing and the doctors will say it’s false,” “Doesn’t matter. I’ve already decided that Sam should have the Shield anyway and if you’re not, fine, we keep trying. I’m definitely getting too old for this now,” He nuzzles his nose against your temple, taking in a small breath.
“You don’t look a day over 30,” You chuckle, and he’s snorting softly. “You know what I mean. I want to be home. I miss you,” He’s kissing you again, softly, sweetly, tilting your head back for better access. You’re squeezing him close, arching into his touch.
“Steve….I checked that whole place out. She never made it in,” Sam mutters, face contorted in worry.
“Steve? Man?” Sam is waving his hand in front of Steve’s face, becoming concerned with his silence.
Steve’s hands were keeping your wrists above your head, his soft kisses teasingly slow and ticklish. “Steve…” You whine, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled. “You really are the most impatient person I know…” He mumbles against your skin, licking a hard pebbled mound and wrapping his lips around it before gently suckling. “I’m getting all the time I can with these….” Your laugh came out as a moaning chuckle, before you were just letting your head rest, knowing he was going to take his time regardless.
Bucky was meeting in the middle, looking around the house himself, concern bubbling deep within his gut. You were practically family. “I got nothing at her job. She didn’t make it. Steve, what the hell is going on? Who would do this? Why? Steve?”
Steve was immediately answering his phone as he was already in the airport. “Hey. I know, I’m late. Are you going?” “I wanted to wait for you. So I pushed it out for tomorrow. I saw your flight got cancelled. It’s tomorrow afternoon. I’m so nervous,” He was slowing down in his steps, having no need to truly rush at this point. “Don’t be. Whatever the outcome, we will handle it together. I love you. You know, I was thinking we just skip the whole white dress and suit…and just do it. I want you to have my last name before you push out my first kid,” He smiles at the sound of your laughter. “Courthouse wedding? Reading my mind, are you? I like how you said first. So, you want a litter of children, is that it?” “We could have our own little army, just think about it. Whatever you give me, one or even if it’s none, I…I’m happy with that….”
As the rocky weather continued well into the next morning, Steve knew he wasn’t making it home to you in time, and he left various voicemails for you in the early morning. By the time he got back to Virginia, he knew you’ve had to already have gone. He was nervous when the taxi pulled up in front of the house and he saw your car out front.
He was practically rushing up the driveway, his ecstatic mood immediately dissipating when he saw the ajar front door. The broken glass on the floor near the entryway. He was dropping his things on the porch, pushing open the door, finding things everywhere. Furniture. Broken glass. Things strewn about as if a fight took place here. “Baby?!” When he got no response, he tore the house apart even more looking for you.
He got nothing.
No trace of anything.
No note.
No…anything.
He almost couldn’t hold himself upright when he stepped over the things he tossed and turned over. He felt sick. He felt…dead almost. He felt lost. His gut was telling him this was so unnatural. Too weird. Too…everything. His boot was cracking over something, and as he looked down, it was a picture frame. Of the two of you. The year everyone went on vacation.
As he bends to pick it up, his eyes catch the silver gleam from the midday sun shining in on this disaster. Reaching partially under the couch, his eyes close when he encloses his fist around your ring. Steve never really cried, or lost his composure. It’s only been a few times within emotional moments between the two of you or after Tony and Nat died. He was dropping to his knees, his fists clenching, a deep rage settling into his gut.
Whoever took you…when he finds them….he’s going to kill them.
-Yes cliffy. Shall reader be pregnant and I make things go south, there will be a trigger warning.
Semi-Long AN below ⬇️
I may not do much writing this weekend as my birthday is Sunday and I work on Saturday lol
I am working on Darkest Desires right now. It’s my main story focus at the moment. I’ve got Drawn to You chapter…..I don’t know what chapter we’re on… 29??? Anywho, the next one is half drafted just not fully completed yet but I’ll be switching back and forth between it and Darkest Desires. I just wanna focus on the Bucky one right now as I have a lot that I want to put into it and sometimes I have to keep chipping at it lol
Still though in between the two stories, I will continue to do miniseries! Don't come at me for the ones that are kinda sitting there. I just have a lot of ideas, okay? BYEEEE HAPPY FRIDAY
P.S. - Help me manifest a cop husband who is thick and burly😭 lmao
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@adoreyouusugar
@thabiddie23
@winters-doll
@motivation-idontknowher
@usertragedys
@princess76179
@darkserenity24
@sebastians-love
@louderfortheback
@ellethespaceunicorn
@darkbreezybri
@queerqueenlynn
@cyberughh
@guccitearzz
@1andonlytashae
@nagisaunicorn-blog
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because i love this so much 🫶🏽
Noir - Part 2
Noir -Part 2
-Things are actually about to get heated between them
His skin was warm, humanely warm. Large hands spanned across your back, holding you upright and against his chest, a dark gaze staring you down. You almost couldn’t breathe as you tried to suck in a breath, your vision clouding momentarily. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” You gasp, limbs slightly going lax, causing you to sink further down and resulting in the widening of your eyes as you feel stuffed almost.
There was no way something could feel this good and it not be natural. He’s grasping your face, tilting your head upwards so you could look at him. His fingers dig into your cheeks with pleasure in mind as your body tingles from the look in his eyes. How was it that he had so much emotion? The way he felt inside you right now should be a crime. “We do many things we shouldn’t…”
The room is dark when you slightly jerk awake. The clenching of your thighs is immediate as your brain quickly gives you a synopsis of your dream. You’re sucking in a small breath, freezing in place at the sound of his voice. “Are you alright?” You close your eyes again, his voice echoing in your ear. He said quite a few things to you in your inappropriate dream. Wet dream. “Mhm…” You answer, hearing the chair he was on creak as he stood up. You can’t see much when you open your eyes again, but he’s closer. You know that much. “When the past is altered, and vice versa with the future, it is not uncommon to dream of things that have happened,”
You’re closing your eyes again as he sits by your feet. “Why are you telling me this?” You whisper, turning your face partially into the pillow to hide if you could. He was too close. “As I alter your present, your future will change, and you may start to have dreams of things you may not understand. Of your future self. I noticed you seemed under distress,”
Distressed wasn’t the word. Rather passion or extreme pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever felt before. “I’m fine…” You whisper, your hand tightening under the pillow.
The room you were in was old, almost dark, cemented walls behind a closed door. A bed that barely fit one person. There was equipment you’ve never seen before, though that was the least of your worries as you had your mouth clamped shut as you rode out your pleasure on this man. This machine. He was looking at you so curious-like. Hands exploring you in the most intimate of ways.
You were opening your eyes again, finding that he was still sitting on the edge of the bed. “When are we leaving?” You whisper, turning over on your back, staring up at the ceiling that was barely illuminated by the outside. “In 3 hours. It is 2:59 a.m.,”
Noir
You were still a bit sluggish as you ate, eyes drawn to the side mirror as you looked behind you. There were a few car headlights miles away, and a few cars in front of you. He let you have your thoughts to yourself, none too bothering you as he drove. He eventually explained that he was driving you somewhere safe until he makes contact with John. It was far out west as far as you knew. He would glance at you occasionally, silence dawning between the two of you.
Every time you closed your eyes, you were having some vivid dream. Always about him and yourself. You felt different in his dream. Older. Stronger. It was about the two of you. Talking. Laying together. Having sex like it was the most natural thing. It was those dreams that made you feel some type of way upon waking. In every wet dream of yours, he was making you cum every time. Sometimes he was tender. Loving almost. Others, he was vicious…in a good way. Tearing you apart and then putting you back together.
Were these flashes of the future? Or was it just your imagination running wild? After that kiss, they seemed to start becoming more vivid each time. Taking what he said in the early morning hours, it would be possible you’re dreaming of things that have already happened. Or will happen. Was it true? Was there some sexual relationship between the two of you?
You wanted to ask him, but you didn’t think he’d tell you for the sake of not altering anything that shouldn’t be. He drove for hours, and you gathered that when he crossed state lines into California that this was where he considered a safe place. With his driving, you two would’ve been here days ago if it was not for stopping and being cautious of where the two of you went.
He stopped at a few gas stations on the way to allow you to stretch your legs and use the restroom. “We have approximately 6 hours before reaching our destination. Do you need anything else before we continue?” He asks as he gets into the driver's seat. “I can manage,” You reply, glancing over at him curiously. You’ve avoided looking at him for the sake of keeping a grip on your sanity and hormones.
He was looking right at you, curious gaze and all, eyes drifting over you.
Noir
California
He knows that you’ve been dreaming. He can guess as to what based on your breathing in the night and how you shift. How you look at him now. He’s not sure how to feel about that because with those dreams will inevitably come the truth. It was bound to happen eventually, and getting you to that safe cabin like planned was his main priority. John was not as important to him at this moment. John was doing what he needed to do and did not require his immediate assistance.
The Terminator was being selfish. That much he knew for sure. With his cognitive ability to feel, he had memories as well. Memories that conflicted and changed the longer he took you on this path. Memories that he actually remembers, though they were in the not-so-distant future. Before the war.
•••
The extremely soft bed is what actually woke you, and the room you were in was spacious and clean. The evening sun was just over the horizon, shining in orange rays. You could hear a shower, and upon turning your head, you see a bathroom to the right of you. He showers? It was your first thought before you actually took in the room. It was the size of any standard master bedroom, the brown walls somewhat comforting.
You can’t help but get out of the bed, feeling well rested for once. Moving from the bedroom and out, you make entry into what seemed like a common area, fully furniture equipped, with a book-casing full of various books and games. Next to it was a kitchen, and as you walked your way through, glancing around, you feel that something is slightly off about the room. You couldn’t place your finger on it though. The kitchen matched the rest of the theme, brown woods with light gray overtones for solid pieces like countertops and other instruments.
The fridge was definitely old school, no smart technology attached to it. Curiously, you pull it open, your brows raising at how stocked it was. There was enough food to feed an army. You were quite surprised as you saw a lot of your favorite brands and other treats inside, alongside full course meals. Closing the fridge, you just make a simple turn in a circle, finding the stove was also an older model. Most stoves nowadays had the heated plates without the grill. This one on the other hand reminded you of those weekends with grandparents.
The setting sun is shining through the kitchen window, and you’re peering closer at the bought of nothingness for miles. The high fence also captures your attention and unlike the things inside, it was definitely a high-tech fence, looking to have various provisions than the standard barbed wire. Leaving the kitchen, your eyes sweep across the room, and you spot a food bowl meant for a dog, and your brows furrow slightly. Just what kind of place were you in? You’re finding another door just off to the side of the dining room with a lock on it, and it further confuses you. What in the hell?
“I see you have found your way around,” His voice slightly startles you, and you’re turning to face him, and your eyes can’t help but focus on his bare chest, the skin slightly dripping with water. The thin towel is wrapped around him, and you internally groan before swallowing. You definitely shouldn’t be thinking about him like that. “Somewhat. You have things very…. locked down,” He’s walking towards you, and your breath hitches as he’s standing very close to you, eyes studying your face before he was reaching above the door frame.
He’s pulling down a key before using it to take the lock off the door. You’re peering around the door as he opens it, and your eyes soften at the cute German Shepherd that comes out quietly, nudging itself against him. “I thought you said Dogs responded differently to Terminator’s,” He’s bending down and running a hand along its fur. “Not this one. This is Sasha,” You’re crouching down as well, holding out your hand. She’s sniffing at your hand before bowing her head and allowing you to pet her. “She’s sweet,” You murmur, glancing over at him as he stands. His thick thighs were practically in your face, and it’s like a tease. If he were human, he’d definitely be your type. A little older than what you were used to, but he could literally pass off well for being either a bit younger or a little older.
Something you wanted, but shouldn’t have.
“There is plenty food for your needs, and the bathroom is stocked with your necessities,” As you stand up yourself, a wave of lightheadedness suddenly shifts through you. You’re swaying forward, leaning against his warm body to catch yourself. His hands are bracing at your back, voice bridled with concern as you tense in his hold.
“What is the matter?” Tightly closing your eyes, you frown at the flashes of images behind your eyes.
Your hands were fisted in the sheets as you were bent over, face bridled with sweat. The steady gasps leaving you were warranted by the hands gripping your waist and the thick cock slowly driving its way in and out of your pussy.
It was more than just that, different flashes of moments in this cabin to moments of destruction and fire. Of hiding and fear. In this place. You saw yourself in a basement with him, fully equipped like a bomb shelter. To withstand anything.
Just the two of you.
He’s bracing you against him as your knees buckle. A soft groan leaves you as this one hurts the most. Almost splitting your mind in half.
This was definitely the future. Your body was aching something fierce, and you saw a familiar pair of eyes staring back at you emotionlessly. There was no comfort in them. No comfort in the touch as your life is being drained from your body. You couldn’t breathe. Not with the crushing grip on your neck that was squeezing and squeezing with every second. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg, barely cry. The feeling of betrayal was strong in your heart. You felt it so strongly that it made your eyes water. Why was he doing this?
The pain you felt was never more excruciating as your flesh was being ripped through, your heart being painfully squeezed. In your final moment, you saw him. Behind the version of him that would indeed be successful in its Termination. You were not going to survive this. Your version was ripping the head off its evil counterpart, causing all functions to cease. Your heart was not released, and he knew that if he pulled, you’d die in this very moment. There’s pain on his face as he drops to his knees in front of you. He doesn’t have any words, and your breathing was too shallow.
This particular vision or whatever you wished to call it was not as pretty as it seemed, and you could not make sense of everything. You were pushing yourself away, almost stumbling backwards in your haste. He’s stepping forward, and you hold out a hand. “Don’t…don’t come any closer…” You’re gasping for breath, shaking your head as you look at him. He could see the apprehension in your gaze, the fear behind them. “I am not going to hurt you,” He’s softly speaking to you, but stays put. “Yes you will. I saw it..you…you rip my heart out,” You were two seconds short of panicking, your steps widening the distance between him and yourself. “I mean you no harm,” He’s stepping forward again, slowly as if approaching a wounded animal. You were meeting a wall, and you pushed yourself against it as if it could get you further away.
You’re bracing your hands against him as he closes the distance between you in three long strides. He’s bracing one hand beside your head, the other gently cradling your chin upward, keeping the same grip to keep you from moving your head. “I can explain everything to you if you will relax. You are safe here. Your brain is just being overwhelmed with the changes of time. I can never hurt you,” Your breathing is still harsh, and you fight the strange urge to be closer, your brows furrowing in confusion.
•••
You let the warm water fall down your back, leaning your head against the tile. His words resonate through your head like a soft echo.
“In the year 2029, John Connor dies. Skynet wins, and the machines take over. The Resistance slowly dwindles. A pregnant Katherine Brewster is murdered three months after John’s death. There is nothing standing in Skynet’s way. Until you. You captured me, reprogrammed my chip, carefully taking it apart and fusing it with another model’s. An older model. I was not like the others you’ve come across. With your help, I sent another Terminator back in time to save John Connor. The one before me. The one that is here for John. I am not here for him. I am here for you. March 17th, 2032, at 16:55 you are Terminated. Skynet infiltrated the base and tricked you. They used a model you were familiar with. I watched it kill you before I could dispose of it. You have asked me my purpose shall John die. You have not asked my purpose shall you die. I cannot function without you. It is why I cannot hurt you. It is why I brought you here. I need you as much as you need me. You told me that there are no such things as accidents, only fate. Your mother told you that. Reprogramming me was not an accident. You inadvertently taught me how to take care of you. How to love you. How to survive with you. The world is going to end, and I intend to be by your side when it does,”
The bathroom was nothing but steam when you finally shut off the water, and you contemplate your next course of action. You were terrified of what fate held for you. What it held for the world. Leaning over the sink, you’re pressing your face into your hands, unsure of how you were supposed to compartmentalize all of this. You? Loving a…machine? You knew nothing about computers. You barely knew your way around the latest iPhone. Some robotic skeleton though is something you can get your hands dirty with?
You could feel the coolness from the room as the bathroom door opened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Every five seconds you were having some mental breakdown, and it’s you he comes back for? It seemed more worth it to just have two Terminator’s trailing John Connor and double secure his safety. He’s brushing a hand over your shoulder, turning you around to face him. You’re placing your hands along his chest, feeling the muscle underneath the tips of your fingers.
He's snaking an arm around you, pulling you flush against him, and you shake your head. You couldn’t. It didn’t make any sense. He’s taking his other hand, nudging your chin up. Against all thoughts, you were relaxing against him, humming softly as he kissed you. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” You whisper against his mouth, though you do not attempt to pull yourself away. “We do many things we shouldn’t,” Like your first dream, the words are the same, just a different circumstance.
Your towel is dropping, and he’s easily lifting you, pulling your now naked frame flush against his bare chest. Your head is tipping back as he brushes the most electric kisses across your neck, and you let out a breath, shuddering slightly as a pleasurable fire spread up your whole body. Your hands travel to his hair, and you moan softly as he nips at your skin.
He knew exactly how to touch you.
Which is all the more reason to deny him. It…this should be impossible. You’re shaking your head, gasping for breath as he’s squeezing you to him. He was moving from the bathroom, and the cool air made goosebumps raise on your skin. While your mind was telling yourself no, your body had other plans, your toes nudging down the soft pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His touch ignited a fire within you, and you didn’t care too much for foreplay or taking time so to speak, wanting to feel him. No…needing to feel him. To know if he felt just as he did in your dreams.
Your back was hitting the soft, silky sheets, and you wiggle almost impatiently, eyes rolling mere seconds later as he suckled over your skin, hands spreading your legs hip-span apart. The groan you let out would put a grown man to shame, and your fingers were clenching onto the sides of his arms. He felt perfect. It hurt just right, the pleasure riding out the pain so quickly, you can’t even say you felt it. It took just a moment for your mind and body to be in agreement that this? Was the most amazing thing you have ever felt.
He was just as thick as the rest of him, slowly stretching you out until he fully sheathed himself to the hilt, bottoming out with the most delicious ease of his hips. Now you could see why future you wanted this. A man that was completely devoted to you, and had the dick of perfection? Now you understand when he says that the two of you do a lot of things you shouldn’t do. How could you not when it felt this good? Did he feel you just as much as you felt him? Does this feel good to him? Does it register to him?
One his hands were sliding up your side and brushing across your neck before his fingers were tangling into your hair. He’s fully leaning over you, kissing you with so much energy behind it that it took your breath away. His movements are fluid and constant, rhythm switching to match the sounds of your receptive body. He’s not talkative. Not that you expected him to be. He’s all touch. Exploring. Touching you in places you’ve never been touched before. A familiar song and dance that would only get better.
The first was just as intense as the second and third, the constant pressure leaving you twisting and shuddering for reprieve. He watched you sweat and moan. Watched you tremble and plead. Watched you shake your head no while you moaned out nothing but yes. He watched with deep intrigue as he finally eased up, allowing you to calm.
He was attentive in situating you to lay in post-orgasmic bliss. He found it perfectly natural to clean you and himself up. Found it easy to slip behind you and hold you close to him. He couldn’t sleep, but if he held you long enough, if he pretended that he needed to breathe, he could imagine what it would be like to go to sleep beside you. He was used to holding you. He was used to cradling you to sleep. Protecting you in the night.
This wasn’t black and white.
This wasn’t normal.
But considering the circumstances, it was morally gray, right and wrong. A Noir of a world where he’s not some killing machine or sent to save a man that can only save so much. Terminator after Terminator. To be used in a grand design. It was wrong. But after sacrifice after sacrifice…how wrong is he to want to feel right?
How wrong is he to save himself?
AN: I definitely want to do another one, but a bit…darker? More so in atmosphere. I had fun doing this though, and I liked having the creative room to express my horrible, insane infatuation with this man and movie series.
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usertragedys · 8 months
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ooh steve better get himself together
Addicted- Reunion
Summary: You and Bucky reunite.
-This one is not my best tbh and it’s a lot shorter than most
••• You were itching to get closer, to feel his hands again. To hear his voice whisper in your ear. His promise rings true, and you’re unsure of how you wish to proceed. You want to kiss him. You want to touch him. There’s a lot you want right now. A lot you need. His reassurance is not enough without proof, and there is no proof if you do not try. 
“Promise?” You whisper, your lips once again brushing against his own as you settled closer, unable to restrain yourself as you grasped onto his hand that was lightly holding your face. Kissing you softly, he nods once before removing a hand from your face and gently placing it over your left leg. Of course your skin tingles, and you’re leaning closer, quickly losing yourself and your resolve to him. He’s swiping his hand upward and over your clothed hip, fingers tightening upon you. 
He’s shifting closer, realizing that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you. He just wants you to understand that he wants you. He’s never stopped. He wants to pursue you. Be with you. It’s not hard for him to fall into that headspace of taking control. He didn’t want to just fuck you this time though. He wanted to make love to you. Go nice and slow. 
He’s pulling you over his thighs where he then leans back into the couch, pulling down on your hips so he could place you flush against his lower body. Your hands are finding his silky hair, tangling your finger within the strands. You’re returning his kiss with earnest and a small hum as his warm hands caress your sides underneath his tee. His erection is prominent, poking your aching pussy with need. 
He wanted to be inside you so bad. To feel you again. He’s using his position to grind you over his hips, and you’re softly groaning at the electric feeling coursing through you. He does it again, satiating his need and your desire. As he drags you along his covered cock, he trails his lips from your lips to your neck, sucking softly on the skin he once owned. That he had covered in marks and bruises at one point. 
You’re guiding your head back, hands caressing his face, nails scratching against his tamed beard. Your back is arching as he reaches for the edge of the tee, slowly pushing it up, fingers exploring your smooth skin. You’re gasping as he’s grinding into you just right, a soft moan leaving you. He continues with what he’s doing, loving the way your small moans vibrate against his skin as he starts to place open-mouthed kisses on whatever part of your skin he could get his mouth on as he pulled the shirt over your head. 
It left you in the bra and panties you had on under your work clothes, and he’s burying his face into the valley of your breasts, lightly sucking and nipping hungrily. As much as you would enjoy him to take his time, you were going to combust. He’s sucking on your hardened nipples through the fabric, causing you to squirm above him, leaving him swelling. He takes his time caressing your skin and leaving dark marks over the tops of your breasts. 
You were starting to whine as he held your hands at your sides when you started to reach behind you and unhook your bra. With his teeth, he’s freeing your right breast, lips wrapping around your pebbled bud. “Mmm,” You hum, rocking against him a bit harder as he pleasured the neglected breast. He’s nibbling and even biting across your skin, truly leaving his various marks over your chest, giving the same attention to your left breast. 
“Bucky….” You breathe his name as he’s the one to unclasp your bra, his dark gaze roaming you briefly as he tossed it to the side. He starts to kiss his way down, leaning you backwards as he kissed down your stomach, lips brushing against the edge of your panties. “P-please,” You whimper, wiggling more the closer you felt his breath. He’s guiding you to stand up, keeping a balance on you as he was skillfully using his teeth to pull down your underwear. The flimsy garment is dropping, and he’s sweeping a dark gaze over you before working himself free of his sweats. As slow and steady as he intended, he was already leaking at the thought of being inside you. 
“Come here…” He mumbles, grasping onto you once more. You settle with a knee beside his leg, his hand positioning your thigh as you settled over him. You were eager to sink yourself down and ride him till you were strung out and tired, but he’s grasping your hips before you can take that plunge. 
“Relax sweetheart…it’s been a minute…” Whether he was talking about himself or you, you didn’t know, but you were thankful as the mushroom tip was easing between your already slick lips, leaving you gasping as he slowly started to help lower you. He was warm. Thick. If you thought sex with Steve was any good before, it didn’t compare to this. You had to get used to the feeling of the thick girth, the feeling of him stretching you out so deliciously it almost hurt. “Nice and easy…” He groans softly, his gaze meeting your hooded eyes. You’re both moaning the moment he’s got you flush against his hips, and he’s leaning his head back as you start to set a steady pace, your fingers playing under his shirt and gliding across his toned body. 
You started out slow, gradually feeling your head get lighter and lighter the more the bliss spread through your body. He let you take the reins, simply enjoying the ride and the show as he kept a hungry gaze on you as you arched and swiveled. You felt amazing. He didn’t think he’d get the chance to feel you like this again, and his head was already clouded with the chase of this moment. He’d occasionally raise his hips in time with yours and would pull you down a bit harder than necessary, but it elicited the most satisfying reaction out of you that he couldn’t help himself. 
It was a mixture of bouncing and grinding, gasps and groans, pleas and sighs as you both got lost in a sea of pleasure and reunion. Of wants and needs. Of desire and passion. 
The way you scratched down his stomach. The way he gripped your ass cheeks so tightly. The way you kissed him hungrily. How your tongue licked across his willing lips and his teeth left constant reminders that he was there. That he was inside of you. That he was claiming you again as his own. Your smaller, almost gentle suckles on his neck. The soft things you told him in his ear. How he reassured you over and over that this…you…are what he wants. The way he begged you to love him. The way he begged you to stop, or he was going to cum inside of you. 
It was a delightful mess. 
Twice now he’s barely made it to the point where he’s had to lift you off, leaving evidence of his desire on your stomach. A third in your mouth. He was covered in the smell of you. Slick and sticky with your arousal. When it was all said and done, you didn’t want to move, and he couldn’t if he wanted to. With his cock buried inside you as your panting breaths matched his own. He was still twitching, but any movement was almost too much for you both. So, you settled on staying put, and he didn’t have any qualms. It left you hostage to his languid kissing and light touches. His murmurs of ‘missed you pretty girl’. 
Promises that he wouldn’t make such a stupid decision again. His words were as dangerous as your heart. It only took this moment for you be in agreement that you were in love with him. He officially had your mind and body. Quite possibly your soul. Your heart. 
Addicted 
The storm outside was a perfect setting to the evening, lips kissing down your back and being hand fed fruit like you were a princess. You finally felt whole again. With the heavy storm raging, it was safer to go home once it was over. The majority was spent in silence until you two got on the topic of his business. You gave him the spiel on how things were going and that things have held up well in his absence. 
It wasn’t until he questioned your reaction the night before when he happened upon you, did you have to tell him what Steve had been up to all along. You personally didn’t want to drudge up your inability to spot yourself being played, but you were honest as it needed to be explained properly. His first reaction caught you off guard, because out of everything you told him, the assets, secrecy chats, photos…those weren’t the things to make him angry. It was the way you felt. He could see the humility and hurt all over your face as you told him, albeit with a grim expression, about how Steve was using you to get to whatever it was Bucky had. 
It made him understand just how hurt you must’ve felt with his lies and then Steve’s. You could almost see this glint behind his eyes as he just rubbed your arm and listened. He explained that Steve’s plan had one major hole, which was you. You indeed had no knowledge of whatever assets Bucky had, and he wouldn’t have told you in the short time the two of you had been together. You were clueless to it all. Bucky would probably never tell his business secrets. While he trusted that you were nothing like Sharon, he wouldn’t take such a risk again. 
He was used to competition, so it wasn’t all that surprising, but he was curious as to who Steve was working with. Outside of Steve’s betrayal, you were very concerned with the photos that he had, even if you saw them on a computer, and Bucky assured you very quickly that Steve wasn’t going to have the time to do anything with them. 
He’d make sure of that. 
-Index
AN: Short, I know. But I think I’m going to stop this part here as there’s nothing really going on past this point other than the two reconnecting. The next part is either the confrontation WITH Steve or a brief overview of that confrontation with Bucky and Reader moving forward from that time. Dive more into their relationship and whatnot. Like I’ve been doing for everything else lol 
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usertragedys · 8 months
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they’re getting married!!
Rectify - Ask Me
Summary: Just when Steve thinks he can pop the big question, something comes up.
-After End Game
You were nervous for some reason, the ambient lighting creating the atmosphere that fit just right. You knew there was a reason Steve was taking you out to dinner, as you two didn’t do public places very often, especially since the population to humanity was restored. People were….iffy about superhero’s. So, you knew it to be important.
It was so good to see him. He’s been gone for over a month now, and you’ve missed your man. Dearly. The first thing he did when coming home was take a good look at you, tell you he loved you, that he missed you, before proceeding to have his way with you. He made love to you first, nice and sweet with cute whispers and kisses. Soft touches and promises. Then he was fucking out his post-mission stress. All in one night, and the next week, he told you to be ready to go out to eat because he had a surprise for you.
You glance up at him as he sets your wine glass in front of you. “For the lady,” “Thank you,” You smile softly, and he sits across from you. “I’ve missed you,” He murmurs, reaching over to grab your hand, thumb caressing the back of it. For the remainder of the evening, the two of you talked about his mission briefly, though he quickly changed the conversation to you and how you’ve been fairing. Everything has been the usual, excluding the occasional visits you’d get from Wanda. Ever since Vision, she’s seemed…off. You didn’t know how close she and Natasha were, but you extended your shared home with Steve to her in order to keep her company. It’s been doing her some good in your opinion.
Dinner came and went, the two of you stealing loving glances. He’d eye you every so often, your hair, face, your pretty blue dress that he for once didn’t want to rip straight off you. He wanted this moment to be ingrained in his head forever. The way you smiled. The way you laughed. They way you looked at him so shyly as if he’s never seen an inch of you before. Your voice. Your sweet eyes that looked at him with so much adoration.
This was a long time coming, and it was about damn time he made it official. With his card now back in his wallet, he was set. All there was left, was you. “Hey…” He murmurs, reaching over to grab your hand. “Hey,” You reply back with raises brows and a soft gaze. You were so in love with him. He was everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. Everything you’ve ever needed in a lover.
“What’s it been? 6, 7 years now? Long time with this old man,” A roll of your eyes earned you a chuckle. “Just about. Eh, I don’t mind you being old. It’s charming,” His stare seemed to soften, his features relaxing into such a comfortable state. “I love you. Much more than I thought possible. More than I thought you and I…” He’s being interrupted as his phone is ringing, and your eyes flicker down to the Unknown Number. Already? He just came home.
“You should get that Stevey,” You murmur as he’s clearly contemplating to answer. “It can wait,” He’s swiping decline, shaking his head. “It can wait,” He’s putting it on silent before giving you his attention once more. Before he could speak again, the phone was vibrating. You could feel it through the table, you’re glancing down again, a frown marring on your face quicker than you could stop it. “I’m sorry sweetheart, just…hold on,” You knew when he answered the phone and when he made eye contact with you that date night was going to have to be cut short.
“Yes sir,” He hangs up the phone, giving you an apologetic glance. “I gotta go baby…I’m really sorry,” You’re still giving him a smile, knowing he was trying, but he still had a duty. “It’s okay…I understand. Walk you out?” He’s leaning over the table and gently grasps your face, pressing a kiss to your lips.  He’s getting out of his seat first before offering his arm to you. “Think you’ll be gone a long time this time?” You inquire as he pulls you to a stand and leads you outside and under the restaurant’s ‘umbrella’, keeping the drizzle from reaching you. “I hope not,” He chuckles before looking back down at you. He’s frowning again, and you lean against him. “We’ll have plenty of other date nights…” You remind, looking towards the road at the familiar black SUV.
“Yeah…I know…just….none like this,” He’s stopping you there, leaving the both of you out in the open and framing your face with both hands. He’s smoothing his thumbs over your cheeks, shaking his head in awe almost. “I’m gonna marry you when I come home. It’s been on my mind for a while now, and I can never get the right time to ask you,” You knew that eventually this moment would come, and you’ve never felt more warmed before. Your eyes become glassy, and he’s giving you a small smile. The horn is honking for Steve to hurry up, and he’s squeezing your face gently. “I’ve gotta go. Drive home safe, okay?” He’s moving away from you before you can fully grasp your thoughts, and you’re quickly trailing after him.
He can hear your heels just as you rush up behind him, and he’s turning to look at you curiously, slightly anxious as the driver was going to rush him more. “Wha-,” You’re grasping his face before he can say anything, pulling him down to meet your level slightly. He’s melting under your touch, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “Ask me…” You murmur against his lips. “Steve, ask me…” You breathe, feeling the rain pelt harder as the drizzle quickly turned into a pour. One of his hands frame your face as he kisses you back in earnest. He would be back, it was just a matter of when.
“Marry me sweetheart,” He murmurs against your lips, his hand moving from your face and into his pocket. You’re nodding immediately, pulling back slightly to look him in the face. “The answer will always be yes. There’s nothing I want more,” With his free hand, he was opening the small box with the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen with your own eyes. It was literally a rose-shaped ring that even had leaved around the band. You were honestly too teary-eyed to see it clearly, but he was slipping it onto your left ring finger with ease, bringing your hand up to his mouth. He’s kissing your knuckles before bringing you in for another steaming kiss. “Just a little something to look forward to when I come home,” He grins, running his hand along your backside before he was sighing. “Get home before you get sick out here,” You’re pecking his lips once more, watching him open the back passenger door, his tall frame disappearing inside.
As the car pulls off, you’re looking down, turning the ring over to look at it thoroughly. Your eyes squint at the inscription on the band. It makes your chest hot, and your smile widen.
Baby Doll.
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I think if I plan to have John Walker make an appearance...he'd be a wedding crasher 👀 - I also did not forget about some of your guy's number prompts for jealous, smutty Steve. ***This is what the reader’s ring looks like btw****
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usertragedys · 8 months
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mister kent thinks he’s slick hmm
Risky Texts - Clark Kent/Reader
Because I’m working on chapter 24 of Drawn to You…
For my Drawn to You readers, you can take this as an outtake.  This will post to AO3
Summary: All day you’ve been sending Clark these obscene text messages, detailed messages, flirty messages…just for kicks knowing it riled him up. When he comes home from work, he intends to act out your requests.
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Clark was this close to exploding, giddy with anticipation and excitement, his pale cheeks now tinged pink as his mind visualized the various scenarios of what you were asking of him. He couldn’t wait for the moment 5 o’clock came and he’s severely considering just flying straight home and leaving his car at work.
Though, he understands patience is a virtue, and it gave him more time to simply imagine the different positions he’d put you in, or the nastiest things he planned to do to you tonight. He’d already told you that you might want to call in sick tomorrow, and you simply laughed it off.
He was home quicker than usual but not by much, walking into the house, his hands immediately going to his tie to take it off, his foot closing the door. He’s calling your name, his voice slightly strained as he walks further into the house. “In the kitchen!” You call, and his shoes tap against the wooden floor as he eagerly makes his way to you. He didn’t know if you were trying to kill him or save him. It was one of your sheer nightgowns, and he could see everything without having to look with a deeper gaze. You were wearing that thong he liked so much, and he had to give himself credit. He’s ripped almost every pair you’ve had, but those? They were too fucking good to destroy. Your legs were long and enticing, ass barely poking out, the rest of you bare for his eyes to drink in like water.
“Hey…I left you a plate…” Your words are being cut off as he’s making his way towards you, shushing you completely as he snags an arm around your waist, bending down to kiss you deeply. Your hum of surprise is swallowed, and he’s lifting you from the floor slightly. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, a moan tumbling from your lips as he’s lowering his hands to grip your thighs, bringing them up to rest on his hips. “Food can wait,” He mumbles against your lips, and he’s moving, setting you on the freshly cleaned counter, pushing your legs apart. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day…” He groans into your mouth, and you suck in a breath as he pulls away, this heated look in his eyes, staring you down. “Lay back,” He commands, gently pushing on your shoulder, and you do as he asks, your arms slipping from his neck. He’s wasting no time in squeezing your thighs and planting kisses along your thighs and calves before he’s pushing your legs up and shoulder-width apart. With frenzied hands, he’s pulling the material aside, planting his mouth over you clit, causing you to groan. Your vision darkens as your eyes roll, your hands fisting in his curls as he slurped like a man tasting water for the first time. He doesn’t keep his attention there however, and you can immediately tell as his nose glides downward, following his warm tongue.
“Mmm, Clark…that’s not….” Your words die down into a single breath as he flicks his tongue against the puckered hole. There’s no word to describe it. “Isn’t this what you wanted me to do?” He mumbles against your skin before spreading the globes of your ass apart, and diving in further, his tongue inching further, causing a hot sensation to run down your spine. Your fingers tighten in his hair as a breathy sigh leaves your mouth. “You told me…specifically… that you wanted me to lay you on the counter…right?” He whispers, easing back just slightly to look at you over your hips. “Mhm…” You hum, your thigh’s automatically clenching as you he once again laps at the taunt hole. “Oh my god,” You moan shakily, squirming slightly as he continued to do so. “And…you wanted me to spread your legs open and lick at every inch of you…fuck you until you couldn’t see straight…” There are no words to even slip from your mouth as he replaces his tongue with the tip of his thumb, his lips trailing back upward and over your clit.
The feeling is indescribable, and he’s taking his time despite the way he eagerly lapped at your pussy, slowly inching his thumb further, slowly getting you used to a new intrusion. While he would rather slowly build you up to the feeling of having his dick there instead, he would throw it out the window if you asked him to right now. “God,” You gasp, your eyes finally closing shut as he alternates between the two, adding more lubrication from his saliva and your dripping arousal. This was bliss times ten. Eventually, your legs could no longer support themselves as they started to quiver, slowly dropping down to his shoulders.
He’s suddenly moving away but just for a moment, and you open your eyes to see what he’s doing. He was reaching for his tie, and with a hand, he’s grabbing both ankles and angling your legs back up, and he’s beckoning his other hand with a come here motion, looking at your hands. Though confused, you raise your hands towards him, and like your ankles, he grabs both wrists, pushing your legs back up, thighs nearly touching your body before he’s knotting your hands and ankles together. Your thighs ended up pressing against your breasts, and you moan loudly knowing what’s coming, anticipation quickly building within you. “Much better,” He murmurs before gripping the bottom of your thighs, and placing his face back where it was moments prior, giving him even more room to lick and suckle as he pleased. Your moans and cries filtered through his head, and the kitchen, his hands gripping and pinching, prodding and squeezing. His tongue lapping and slurping, teeth nipping against your flesh.
He was teasing you just as much as you teased him, and you knew it to be so when you started to quiver and babble out a pointless please every few seconds, only for him to do something different, prolonging your orgasm even longer. He was good at making you cum within just minutes, multiple times before he even started dicking you down properly, but you were in for it tonight. You hadn’t cum once yet within the last 45 minutes, but it didn’t feel unsatisfying. It was as every bit euphoric as always, if not doubled by the way he fucked your ass with his fingers, now gliding in and out easily, leaving you clenching around his fingers.
“Clark please…please….I want to…oh my god….I want to….” You could only gasp in between words, groaning as he sucked hard on your clit. “You want to what? Hmm? This is how I felt all day. Imagining you just like this,” He’s licking a long path up from your pussy and across your abdomen, pushing up your gown in the process until he was licking your trembling lips. “Say sorry baby…” He coos against your lips, and you couldn’t do much else except as he asked, willing to do anything for him. He was still teasing your ass with his fingers, causing the words to slip shakily from your lips. “I-I…I’m s-sorry…” He kisses your lips softly, humming against your mouth. “Say it again…” He moans, and you repeat yourself behind a gasp. “I’m sorry…fuck…I’m sorry…” “Again…” You groan as you can hear his pants dropping, his other hand ripping at your thong…he’d just get you another at this rate. It was kind of in his way now. You repeat yourself, your eyes opening, revealing blurring vision behind the tears in your eyes. He was still as beautiful. His devilish grin was everything in this moment. He’s removing his fingers before placing himself on top of the counter now bare from the waist down, and he teases you just a bit more by circling the head of his cock around your glistening and sensitive clit. You groan, whimpering behind your words that you somehow kept repeating, now a mantra in this moment.
You’re almost ready to sob out your pleas and sorry’s if that made him go any faster, but you don’t have to as he finally slips inside to the hilt. He doesn’t need to stay still or let you get used to the feeling, pulling back out before snapping his hips back forward harshly, causing a snapping sound and a shriek to flow from your mouth. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks behind a moan of his own, holding onto your thighs as he did it again, but faster causing you to cry out a yes in response. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my fucking god yes…oh,” You reply in earnest as he starts this fast and hard pace, pounding into you without abandon. You were cumming within seconds, all over him and the counter, almost crying at your release. He continues, groaning with every spasm and quiver. As he prolonged the first, quickly building to a second, you groaned with every thrust, and moaned with every breath. A squeal leaves you as he resumes fucking your ass with two fingers. He’s leaning over to kiss you, murmuring to you in the process. “Tease me all the time and I’ll have you like this every time,” He promises lowly.
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“What are you doing?” Clark murmurs to you, letting his arm up as you slowly sit up. “Have you seen my phone?” You ask, searching around in the dark for it. “Mmm, no, but…here it is,” He’s reaching over you and you can hear him snagging it from its place before he’s handing it to you. “Thank you…” Looking over at the clock, you see the time reading as 3:22am. “I’ll call out today…and I know what you’re doing…” You whisper humorously, practically feeling his smirk. “Do you now?” He simply asks before pressing a kiss to your arm.
For my Drawn to You lovelies (I really do love y’all a lot) I am working on chapter 24 now and it will upload….soon. I don’t have an ETA right now but I’m working at it. I’ve been under some stress lately and I’m trying to find balance between school and work so yay…it’s fun adulting.
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usertragedys · 8 months
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Rectify - Possession
Summary- While attending a Gala, Steve finds out you’ve gone commando.
-Intense sexual content, edging, begging, sweet aftercare...ya'll know what this is
-This came out way smuttier than intended so enjoy possessive Steve and our begging reader who gets her ass handed to her
There was no denying that there was some good that came out of a fight with Steve. The little apologies and kisses on the forehead. Talking it out. You both could be the bigger person…sometimes. The best thing to come out of an argument with the man is the makeup sex. No matter who is at fault, he’s going to fuck the shit out of you once it’s all said and done. Every time.
This argument was no different than the rest, and at the current moment, you couldn’t remember what it was about. To get on his nerves a bit, and you were tired of the arguing at this point, you went bare everything underneath the Gala dress you had on. A royal blue dress that you picked out weeks ago for this occasion. Didn’t matter how mad at him you were at this time; you did promise him you’d go, and you wouldn’t break that promise.
He was so busy being pissed at you that he didn’t notice right away. He only noticed when you stepped up beside him and he placed a hand on your lower back. He didn’t feel the edge of your panties like usual, and he innocently rubs from side to side, as if comforting you, feeling nothing. A swift turn in another direction gave him the availability to swipe his hand across your butt, feeling nothing. He chanced a glance down at the slit in your dress, his brows raising as he feels along your leg and under the slit. “Steve…” You murmur, keeping your eyes on the people around to make sure no one was looking too hard.
The Gala wasn’t all formal, and called for a little informality. Your dress wasn’t floor length, but a little past mid-thigh, the back sitting just at the back of your middle thighs. It was modestly short. Elegantly. He’s making contact with your bare skin, his brows raising. He didn’t know whether to be turned on or pissed. Just one bend at the right angle and your ass would be all out. Good for him but not good for the others because if someone so much as looked at you, he was going to cause a scene. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“Are you commando?” He almost hisses in your ear, his arm coming back around your waist as he smiled. You two looked like the darling couple, him lovingly whispering in your ear. He’s also looking down again, his height enabling him to see all of you. He wasn’t so much worried about your front as he was your back, but one glance down and he could see your breasts plain as day, and if he could, other men his height could.
You could hear his intake of breath and you chance a glance upwards, seeing his blinking eyes and lips pursing. You knew he was turned on by the feeling of him pressed into your side, but you’re afraid you’ve incurred his wrath, rather his possessive nature as well. You were screwed. You could feel his grip tightening and a part of you was excited as high fucking heaven. Another part of you knew you were in for it. That was exciting and terrifying.
Before you can respond, one of the walking waiters as you called them was dropping something. You could feel it slide by your shoe. It was some type of broach and you could hear the woman exclaim quietly. “I got it,” You were bending over without much thought to grab it, and Steve was snatching you up so quickly, you were surprised you were able to grab it in time. You underestimated how much riding this dress did when bending over, and he was stepping behind you, fixing your dress in the back as you handed the woman whatever the hell it was she dropped.
“I’m so going to get you when we get home,” There was a delicious promise in that threat to the point where you were clenching your legs. You also could hear the agitation in his tone. Now the bending over thing was not intentional, and you were grateful for his save. “I didn’t bend over on purpose,” You whisper as he comes to stand next to you, holding you to his side as he shook some hands of passersby’s. You needed to make that clear for the record.
His gaze is darkening as he can tell a few eyes were wandering over you, and he couldn’t be all mad. He knew what he had and that people were bound to look. Granted though, he’s been arguing with you for at least two days, and he was already annoyed on top of arriving  tonight. He was a pissed proud. If that was a thing. So a man peeking his eyes down at you knowing they could see what he sees, pissed him off.
You knew he was mad as he was silent the drive home, and he drove slow. It sucked being mad and horny at the same time, and Steve was fighting which to act on. On one hand he wanted to hike that dress up and bury his face in you forever. On the other, he wanted to bend you over his lap and quietly literally spank your ass until you were sorry for being stupid. No, that would just turn him on even more…which you could suck him off…
He let you get a head start into the house, watching you practically sprint inside, but he was behind you very quickly, closing the front door and removing his tie. He’s calling your name, “You better get you ass back here!” and yelling after you.
And that’s how you got here, literally being fucked stupid.
Your ass was sore from his smacking and groping, legs sore from having to hold yourself up, tears running down your face as you moaned and gasped for breath behind cries. That dress? Ripped to shreds on the floor. You were swallowing his fat head with that sweet pussy of yours, and he kept going, gripping your face as he cooed to you, his fucking into you deliriously fast. He was lifting one of your legs and hooking it over his shoulder. Your twisting is immediate as he’s opened you up to fuck you deeper.
“Ah, ah, where you going?” He whispers, his hand leaving your leg and clasping your wandering hands above your head. You were immobile, crying out with every thrust, sobbing incoherently. He was harshly kissing along your face and neck, humming deeply as you were squirting over his cock. “You wanted me to fuck you right? This is why you wore nothing underneath that pretty little dress I had to ruin. So what’s the matter? You can’t run from me baby,” It was becoming more of an occurrence that he cursed in private, which turned you on so much more than you thought it would.
“Steve! P-ah. Mmm-ngh…oh God…I’m…ah!” You always had a set of lungs on you, and you were screaming as he kept hitting the soft spot, dick almost touching the back of your throat. You about lost your mind when he was hooking your other leg over his shoulder and crushing you with his body as he pumped into you. “What was that? Couldn’t quite catch that,” He chuckles, licking your lips before kissing you deeply. He groans into your mouth. So warm and tight, you were about to cum, hard.
“Gonna give it to me?” He murmurs, your nod fast. Your mumbling a babbling mess. “Yeah…yeah…you will…” He’s completely stopping, pulling out of you. He’s letting your wrists go, and eases up off you. Your teary gaze watches him, and you’re on the verge of crying, shaking lightly in your place. “No, please. Please,” You beg, looking at him in the face. He’s still rock hard, breathing heavily, that heavenly body of his barely breaking a sweat. “I won’t do it again. I didn’t mean to b-bend o-ver. Steve…Stevey…please, please, please. I wanna cum. I w-want you to make me c-cum,” You were begging and crying, leaning up and grasping for his hands. “Please. Please. I want it. I need it,”
He’s stepping closer to the bed once more, caressing your face softly, pitying look on his face. “You’re so needy baby…” He wasn’t sure how much longer he could tease you before you gave out from exhaustion. He did that once and almost freaked out when you passed out on him. Still….He’s guiding his cock into your mouth, lowering his brows as you wrapped your mouth around the head. “Suck me off first,” He utters, hissing as you slowly took him deep on the first few slurps. “This is the only thing that smart ass mouth of yours is good for,” He throws his head back as you suckle greedily, both hands holding his cock. He’s removing your hands and placing them on his thighs, thrusting deeper into your mouth, your gagging making him even harder.
Fuck.
He’s tangling his fingers into your thick hair, groaning as you moaned around him. You were whimpering around him, wiggling as you were just turned on and wanting to cum so bad. He makes contact with your watery eyes, his hand coming up to caress your pretty face. His gaze was barely softening, giving you that easy smile of his. “You want me to fuck you again?” You’re nodding eagerly, thrusting into his hand as he barely touches along your pussy. “Mhm!” Your eyes cross as he dips three fingers inside your slick pussy.
“Like this?” You were trembling for his touch, and as nice as his fingers felt, you needed more. At first you’re nodding, then shaking your head to the best of your ability, almost choking as he thrusts into your mouth. “No?” You’re shaking your head again, tears spilling over your cheeks.
“Tell me what you want,” He whispers, gently pulling out of your mouth, keeping the tip right along your lips. You almost couldn’t formulate a response with how he kept pumping his fingers inside you. “I w-w-wan-t…to c-cum,” Your nails were digging into his thighs, and he raises a brow at you. “Isn’t that what I’m doing? I’m going to let you cum sweetheart…” You groan as he presses against that spot, and you’re wiggling, only for him to place a hand on your hip and keep you still. “Not enough! Fuck…I want your co-cock inside me…please…pl-please…oh god,” You were rocking into his hand involuntarily, whimpering out from the feeling. You wanted to cum on his dick. Wanted him to fill you up. “I don’t. Steve…I’m beg-begging you…” He’s giving you mercy, taking his fingers out of you, fingers slick and glistening. He’s pressing them against your lips, and you open your mouth, moaning as you sucked them clean.
You’re almost shaking with excitement as he pushes you on your back, your eyes rolling as he gives into your begging. He’s spreading your legs wide, lining himself up before thrusting inside of you, picking up his brutal pace from before. “Yes! Thank you! Just like that! Oh-oh my-fu-fucking…ah,” Pornographic moans leave your mouth, breathy pleas and praises on your tongue. You were cumming immediately, squirting all over his thick cock, legs trembling underneath his hands, tightly spasming and squeezing around him.
He grabs onto your hand as you start to cry, sobbing uncontrollably, your orgasm washing over you. He thought you looked so beautiful. You were a pain in his ass but his good girl. “I’ve got you,” He murmurs as you squeeze tightly, whimpering moments later. “You’re alright,” He coos, slowing down as he’s releasing into you, softly grunting. You whimper as he shifts while still inside you before leaning over you, and softly rubbing your jaw and cradling your face. “Look at me sweetheart,”
It took you a moment to open your eyes, his face blurry before you were blinking a bit, eyes slightly rolling. He takes a moment to gauge your clarity, and to make sure he didn’t hurt you too bad. To make sure you know that he loves you and that you’re his most important thing. “With me?” He murmurs, shushing you as you whimper upon him pulling out of you.
“Hmmm?” He asks, seeing you nod slowly. You were exhausted. Satisfied. Sore. He’s pressing his lips against your own, trailing a hand down your side. “I’ll be right back to get you cleaned up,” He’s carefully running an eye over your splayed out and naked form before going into the bathroom and running a warm bath. He makes sure to use your favorite body wash, filling the tub with some of it for bubbles.
As the tub fills, he periodically checks on you, finding you to be lazily watching him move around. He cleans up the scraps of clothing and starts pulling down the covers at the top of the bed so that when you were done, he could place you in bed. He’s stopping the water once it’s at a nice level for the both of you to fit in comfortably and goes back to collect you. You’re limp in his arms, and a part of him is comforted by that. That primal part of him knowing that he did what he set out to do, and now it was time to take care of you.
He gets in the tub, lowering you both in the warm water. You’re humming at the feeling, laying against him, your eyes immediately closing. He swipes your dark hair over your shoulder, exposing your brown skin to him. He places small kisses on your neck, rubbing a hand along your side. “You know I love you, don’t you baby?” Your nod is a bit delayed, and he hums softly. “Wasn’t too rough on you was I? Hmm?” You’re shaking your head, his words quickly fading the easier it was to fall asleep. He continues to kiss along your neck, feeling your breathing deepen before he was leaning his head back, fully content.
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usertragedys · 8 months
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Noir -Upcoming Terminator (T-800)/Reader One Shot
So...I am very excited about this. My only debate right now is if I want to turn it into a mini-series or just keep it as a oneshot - which I may have to break into parts as I'm only 3k words in and have a lot to show.
Anyway...here is a snippet
-Thanks to those who have shown interest and encouraged me...I'm hoping to have it finished tomorrow
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The bed is dipping beside you, a heavy hand landing on your knee. It’s there he tells you about a dark, bleak future. A future where man and machine clash in the deadliest of ways, and how a man is at the forefront of it all. John Connor. Born during a time of fear and a love built for failure.
As he explained this world to you, you wondered what this had to do with you. What role did you play? He doesn’t tell you much about the specifics outside of John Connor and Katherine Brewster, names he has already mentioned to you. When you asked how you fit in, all he could say was that it was classified. Sealed away. Away from your wandering mind.
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It watches you toss and turn in the bed, face permanently set in a frown, brows furrowed, full lips drawn in a saddened pout. How it wished to comfort you. Touch you. To feel you. Like it usually does when you’re upset. You were much younger here. Still vibrant and beautiful though. All of its focus was on keeping you safe, and while part of its mission was to assist in the protection of John Connor, the previous cybernetic organism had done its job in keeping John prepared and on the path to Katherine Brewster. Judgement Day has been postponed for now. Robert Brewster has been informed of the cautions of launching Skynet, so that left keeping you under protection.
It was its…his…main focus right now.
You.
His fingers twitch, wanting to graze them just lightly along your mocha skin, to feel your heart beating against his chest, to feel your breath on his skin.
It was strange how a few screws and technological changes could make him so human. Do not be fooled by his skin as there was metal underneath. But the way he processed things. The way he could create, formulate, and reciprocate emotions.
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-Side note - the bottom GIF is from his movie Commando - if you have never seen it...HIGHLY recommend it (I may be 23 but I am an old movie girlie at heart) and we see Miss Girl in there..they had chemistry yall
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