#instead of getting stuck at the warm ups instead haha

[katskitoshi]

I'M BEGGING FOR THE INAZUMA VERSION OF A FAVOR WITH A FAVOR 😭

"FAVOR FOR A FAVOR," with GENSHIN IMPACT.

synopsis: he helps you with something and it's only fair you pay him back, right? (mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

characters (part one): dom! ayato, (modern au!)thoma, gorou, itto x gn! sub! reader

includes: massages, perverted behaviors, handjobs, blowjobs, face fucking, masturbation mentions, stuck in a washing machine, cumming outside, cumming inside, outdoor sex, marking, facials, knots.

note: can you guys tell i'm just winging it with these characters? haha, its been a while since i've played inazuma and i’m confident to say i don't think i've characterized them too well. please forgive me if they're too out of character. ^.^

ayato, the pillar of fortitude: a happy ending.

during your stay in inazuma, ayato is insistent on allowing you to stay at the kamisato residence and partake in many cultural and ceremonial events without spending a single mora from your pocket. even though he insists that you don't need to repay him, you're awfully insistent on returning the favor tenfold.

--it started as a massage. your hands had ran along his muscly back, arms, shoulders, and eventually his legs. you massaged his calves and thighs, aiming to get more and more stress out from his tense muscles. you drank is his soft gasps and little praises like a fine wine as your eyes continuously wandered upwards to his groin, covered my only a thin cloth.

your hands had stopped massaging and began to simply slide up and down his thighs as you imagined your hands on his cock instead. what would it look like? it was certainly big, for one thing. you doubted he was hard, but you could see the slight imprint of the appendage against the loin cloth he wore. would it be veiny, like his hands?

maybe he used a toy, or humped a pillow, though you didn't strike him as the type. what did he think about when he wrapped his hands around it? was it a person, a past fling, a future fantasy? what if he was thinking about you? what positions would he put you in? would he let you ride him? would he bend you over his work desk? maybe he'd fuck you right against the walls while one of his loyal servants was just outside the door. would he let you sit in front of him as he jerked off, making you watch and not touch him or yourself?

fuck, your thighs instinctively clenched together as you reached for his clothed cock subconsciously. you're snapped out of it as a veiny hand grabs your reaching wrist. "and what do you think you're doing?" ayato asks with a warm, yet condescending tone. you look up at him in shock, but desperation in your eyes. "i- nothing, my lord. please forgive me." you bow your head, but you don't feel any remorse. you want to see it, you want to feel it in your palm. warm, throbbing, and leaking over your fingers.

"it didn't look like 'nothing' to me, darling." through his bangs, his cold eyes look at the crown of your head and he smiles. you meet his frozen gaze with a gasp of surprise as you feel your hand touch his cock over the cloth. you look up at him, your own eyes clouded with lust and desperation, and he chuckles.

"isn't this what you wanted? to feel me?" he uses his hold on yoru wrist to guide yoru hand over the phallus, nearly fully erect. just feeling it, even with a piece of cloth separating the two of you makes your thighs clench even more, and your mouth open in a breathless whimper. "i know you want to repay your favor, so how about you do it this way, hm? i could really use a massage somewhere else,"

his hand no longer holds your wrist, and you jump at the chance you're given to remove the cloth. when you see it, a glob of drool escapes your lips. you could cum just from the sight. it was slightly darker than the rest of his body, with the cutest blushing tip, and to your predictions, it was veiny. there was a prominent one along the underside that wrapped around to top at it's head. and he was leaking. a milky-clear drop of precum slipped down his shaft, and you wanted nothing more than to lap at it until you were given the real thing.

"what are you waiting for? i give you full permission to quench your desires." you don't waste a second. as much as you wish to admire the beauty of his cock, you're desperate to have it an your hands and eventually in your mouth. your right hand stays near the base while your left focuses on the head. you slowly drag your hand up and down, relishing in the feeling of it in your hand. warm and thick, but you don't waste time. you wanted him warm, throbbing, and leaking in your hand and now you have him like that.

using your fingers to glide over the tip, collecting precum and spreading it along the remainder of his cock, you begin pumping at a steady pace. you focus on the monster in your hands and ayato focuses on the devout look on your face and expressed through your body. heaving chest, clenched thighs, shortness of breath. you were a mess, and he loved it.

you spit on your palm and used it as extra lubrication to move faster. you leaned your face in closer to it and give it multiple kisses along it's length, and a one on the tip before licking a drop of precum from it's opening. fuck, it tasted good too. you continued to lick at the tip and ayato's hand found its way in your hair, urging you to take more.

you looked up at him with lidded, lustful eyes, keeping eye contact as you placed the tip of his cock in your mouth. he bucked his hips slightly, his thighs clenching and his head being thrown back as you began suckling on the tip. "good, good, fuck! you're so good," he moaned, "you can take a bit more, yeah? course you can, you're my good darling."

you take more into your mouth, drinking up his groans of satisfaction and words of praise like his precum. what you don't fit in your mouth is jerked off by your left hand, while your right hand holds his balls in your hand, slightly fondling them. your tongue drags against the underside of his lock, running along the vein and taking in the taste of him. "ha, ha, ha, oh fuck!" he throws his head back, the arm not on your head being thrown over his face. he was loud, and he didn't give a single fuck.

at the last second, you pull off his cock and jerk it really fast. his eyes roll to the back of his head as ropes of white cum paint itself on your face. some land on your face, others on your tongue, and some end up on yoru clothing. you don't mind, you scoop up the cum, where ever it lands, and place it into your mouth. you swallow audibly, opening your mouth to show ayato you swallowed every drop you got in your mouth.

he pants with a flushed expression as he looks at you. "you're so fucking slutty," he tips your face up at him, using his thump to wipe some cum off your cheek and place it in your mouth as he grips your chin, "and i fucking love it." he grabs you by your neck, pulling you to straddle his lap, his cock rubbing against your aroused groin. he kisses your neck then whispers in your ears, "fuck, i'm gonna give you your own little happy ending, alright?"

thoma, protecter from afar: washing machine heart.

for all the favors he's done for you, you feel like you owe him your life! but he's too humble for that. however, he won't pass up on an opportunity to finally relieve himself of stress when you give him permission to use you after you get stuck in a washing machine.

he feels like the world's biggest pervert. taking the chance the opportunity you offered him to fuck his coworker while you're stuck in a washing machine?! it feels like something straight out of a porno he'll find himself watching in the late ours of the night while beating his cock. yet, you feel so much better than his fist and he thinks he might just be addicted.

"ah~! you're too good! s-so wet and tight and, nghh!"

he moans, and the echo of the inside of the machine reverberates the sounds of your own as thoma's cock reaches each sensitive spot inside of you. his hands grip onto your hips as pushes himself deeper inside your walls.

"wish i could see your face so bad. bet you look so cute gettin fucked and i can't even see it."

he says through clenched teeth. evident by the way he seems to fuck you with more urgency.

"'ts not fair. s'not fair," he whines, "too good. you're too good 'nd i can't even see your face. w-we'll just have to do this another time, right baby? so we can see each other faces and i can make sure you get pampered like the perfection you are."

"okay, thoma. we can do it again. i promsie."

at your words, thoma begins to hump you even faster, you can feel water drip on your lower back. were they tears or drool from the pent of pervert behind you?

thoma dips his hand below you to play with your sex, and with a few more thrusts, you cum around his cock, an he pulls out just in time to paint you ass and lower back white. he pants, admiring the sight for a few seconds before helping you out of the machine you were stuck in.

"why didn't you cum inside?"

he kisses you before gently pulling away.

"i promise i will one day soon. when we can really feel each other and i can give you the proper foreplay and worship you deserve. wanted the first time i cum inside of you to be when i look you in your eyes. "

gorou, canine warrior: promises kept.

gorou is a busy hybrid, so he isn't left with much time to relieve himself. after taking time out of his especially busy schedule to help you with a mundane task, you feel the need to repay him. you catch him jerking off and think of the perfect way to repay the favor.

--"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck~! you're too good to me, puppy!" the canine hybrid moans as he pushes your head further down his cock. his hips are swift and unstopping as drool escapes from your lips and your hand shoots between your thighs to play with your aroused sex.

how was the little shiba inu general of watatsumi able to fuck like a full grown wolf?

the roll of his hips slowed as the hybrid watches your eyes roll back. he only lets out a short breath before gently bringing one of his hands to your forehead and wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. your eyes connect with his as he licks the sweat off his thumb with a low growl.

"you're too sweet, can't promise i won't just sink my teeth in and never let go, ah-"

he's cut off my a small whimper as your purposefully rub your tounge along the underside of his cock, looking up at his with playful eyes that make his tail swish like never before. his head rolls back as his hips begin to move again. this time, slower, but focusing on hitting deeper against the back of your throat.

"nghhhh, i love you so much. you're too good to me, way too fucking good. m'gonna stuff your little hole full as soon as m'done marking my territory all over this pretty little face of yours. not gonna stop until one of us are limp from pleasure, pup."

gorou's hips focus on both speed and precision now, clearly chasing his own high through your throat. his head is thrown back as little whimpers and moans escape his lips. he mutters small promises of marking you and making sure you're filled to brim. ones you know he has no intentions of breaking.

especially when his thrust pick up speed for a few pumps then he abruptly pulls you off his cock to have rope after rope of creamy cum to paint your face and chest. his balls clench as he pumps the last load right onto your awaiting face. your hands speed up two, and you find yourseld cumming at the same time as him.

gorou feels himself harden up again just seeing your fucked out expression. from pure arousal, from the high of your orgasm, and from the face fucking you just received. his hand cups your cheek, and he kisses you gently. its a complete opposite from the treatment he just gave you.

the kisses get deeper and deeper until your hands are tangled in his hair and his are on your waist. he licks a stripe down to your nape, his sharp teeth grazing the tender flesh before he sinks them in, you let out a moan of surprise, and he leaves a few more marks across your neck.

he pulls from your neck and hovers himself over you, suddenly flipping you so you're flat against the floor. he uses your hips to pull your lower half up and curve you into a nice arch. the hybrid's hands grasp your ass, fondling the cheeks a bit before he takes a bite, leaving a hickey.

"promised i would mark you 'nd i did, didn't i? now i just gotta fill you up till one of us passes out from exhaustion."

gorou leans over your back, to whisper in your ear as he lines up his cock with your hole.

"and i promise it won't be me."

itto, the one and oni: take me before you join me.

you had challenged one of his gang members to try to become a member of his gang. and right before the fight can actually start, you realize you're severely outmatched. luckily, the gang's leader saves you before you can get your ass handed to you. you thank him, and the only thing he wants in return for saving your ass is a piece of it.

"come on baby, you've almost got me! just a few more inches to go!" he playfully taunts, watching as you practically try to crawl away from the huge cock that penetrated your hole. you let out breathless moans as your insides tried to suck in the phallus. your body was already giving in, but a small part of your rational mind knew that he was too big to handle.

you look over your shoulder at him, face warm and flushed with tears. behind your eyes, he can see you're already losing to the pleasure you're getting from him. and yet, you still try to grip onto the stone walls of the building he fucks you against and crawl away.

"its so cute! yer body's already giving into me yet yer still insisting on this song and dance that i'm too big to take."

he punctuates his words with a thrust, getting at least another inch inside. you let out a pathetically loud moan and quickly cover your mouth in shame. more moans leave you as itto's hand slaps your ass and pulls you further back to meet his pelvis. "sh-shit! you're so damn tight and soooo loud. not that i mind, but are you trying to let the whole damn city know you're getting plowed by the arataki itto?"

finally, the oni has your ass firm against his pelvis. nearly every single inch of his cock inside of your warm walls, and they clench deliciously around him. you can tell by the satisfied growl then repeated smacking of you ass. ugh, it would be so sore tomorrow. but you can't even think about it before itto starts a harsh pace.

rythmatic moans escape you. instead of attempting to crawl away from his cock, you grip the stone to stabilize yourself. you even began pushing back against him, attempting to meet him halfway, but he was too fast for you to match his quick thrusts.

"ah, shit! ittoooo~!" you pants, tears falling down yoru cheek in pure pleasure. when his hand wraps around your waist to not only support you from below, but to play with yoru sex, you cum on the spot, wailing his name like its the only word you know.

the oni only laughs, his pace unrelenting as he works you through your high while chasing his own. by the way he suddenly gets faster with the rolls of his hips, you can say that he's getting closer and closer.

"you knew you were outmatched by that small fry in a fight yet you still decided to fuck the big guy, huh?"

he movies his hand from your sex and grips your neck, turning your head to face him. as you look at him over your shoulder, you can see the evil smirk on his face.

"but theres something you still havent accounted for, baby."

and suddenly, you feel it. you feel him. your mouth opens in a breathless gasp as yoru eyes roll to the back of your head. his knot, at least the size of your fist, gets thrusted in the entrance of your hole, and you cum a second time in sync with the oni.

ropes of warm white liquid fill your walls and you drool in satisfaction. even with the knot plugging your entrance, steaks of cum still drip from yoru hole around it. you can barely see it, but itto breifly pouts at the sight of his load being wasted.

you pant out his name, but theres no answer. that is until you hiss at the feeling of your ass being slapped again.

"can't believe you thought you could be one of us when yer so weak.." he whispered.

"you're not joining my gang till you take my cock and knot without spilling even a drop of my cum. and since the great arataki ittos so nice, i'll give you a second chance right now."

(mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

[conelluwrites]

i LOVE ur writing so much! I was wondering if u could do a fic where the (fem) reader is a producer and thanos meets her for the first time to make a song and it turns into a lil smut?

Waste Away My Days With Some Pretty Young Thing

Ao3 Requests open!! Words: 3.1k Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, creampie, Thanos being a lame lil shit and hyping himself up in his head, reader really isn't fucking with his vibe for the first part of this Other: Death of a Strawberry gives me some Thanos vibes idk, it makes me think of bright colors which makes me think of Thanos haha. Got into a massive mood to write Thanos smut, my sweet purple bastard boy. This is my 69th post, who better to have it be than legend Thanos. I hope you like it!!

The studio is small enough to be comfortable but still a bit too warm in the summer heat outside.  She’s used to it though, she’s worked here for long enough to be recommended to some of the bigger names but there’s been a recent lull in work for her- or rather work that she actively enjoys doing.  What’s that saying…  You do something you love, you never work a day in your life?  Bullshit, she thinks, she does enjoy her job but it’s still work and sometimes she just needs some sort of a break from it all.  Unfortunately, she didn’t get a break and instead got stuck with having to produce for Choi Su-bong. He’s loud, full of himself, and annoying.  The heat outside must be making it even harder for her to put up with him.  Today has been tiring, especially since he arrived.  Thanos, Thanos the Great, however the hell Su-bong introduced himself as.  His hair was styled into soft, purple devil horns that made her want to reach out and touch his hair, his clothing was obnoxiously colored especially under the lighting in the studio.  He seemed more interested in scrolling his phone and taking hits of his vape than he did working, not surprising given how others talked about him, but still annoying.  She sits back in her chair and sighs deeply, rubbing her temples before looking at him again.  The smoke of his blue razz vape swirls around his head and surrounds him like a bathe of light before dissipating higher above him.

He laughs at something on his phone- something stupid, she’s sure of it.  She rolls her eyes without even meaning to, something that catches his attention immediately.  Time to turn on the charm, he assures himself- he can’t stand to see some woman actually upset with him.  Besides, he has been dicking around for the better part of an hour.  “You seem stressed, señorita,” he begins, enunciating every syllable of señorita in a way that only serves to make her more exasperated.  “Something on that pretty mind of yours?”  That’s the way, compliment her.  It’s not that he doesn’t think she’s pretty, she’s fucking bangin’- he just knows she’d probably not take it well if he hit her with something like hey lil mama, come over here right quick, I’ll take away all your stress.“Can we just get to work?”  She asks, trying to not sound as annoyed as she is.  She tries to ignore the way he slightly pouts at her dismissal of his ‘charm’, but his pout is rather quickly replaced with another grin.  That shit eating grin that she wants to slap off his stupid, handsome face.  She can’t stand the bastard.

“Work?   We got all the time in the world to work, baby girl, but I won’t be able to do my best if my producer ain’t feeling me.” He says, taking a last hit of his vape before sitting it aside and standing up.  He groans as he stretches- fuck, how long was in that damn position.  His green shirt raises up his abdomen before settling back into place, but not before she catches a glimpse of the top of his boxers above the waistband of his pants.  A break.  She just needs a break.  She grunts and shakes her head, seeming to dismiss him again but it was just to dismiss her own sudden influx of thoughts just from the tiniest amount of skin and boxers she saw.  Goddamnit, what is she, some fangirl groupie?  He seems to pick up on her inner thoughts, his grin turning downright diabolical as he stands over her.  He doesn’t reach out to cup her chin, no matter how badly he wants to, he’s gotta work slower on her.

“I don’t need to feel you, Thanos.” She deadpans, it’s a stupid response- she knows that things go better when they’re both on the same page, but fuck it, she’s getting progressively more annoyed the more he talks and looks at her like… like that!  She wants to tell him to stop staring down at her, stop looking at her with those damn eyes, and stop grinning. “Sure you do, baby girl.  You really need t’feel me.” He lowers his voice, smoothing out his tone in a way that makes her face burn.  It’s far from the first time someone she was producing for hit on her, but it’s one of the few times she’s actually been affected by it.  She blows air out, rolling her eyes again and looking away from him while crossing her arms over her chest.  The action draws his gaze down for a moment, before his dark eyes meet face again.  “C’mon, you ain’t gonna sit there all pretty and tell me that if you keep blowing me off that it’ll just make our time together sour, yeah?  I don’t take you for a liar, so tell me the truth, sweet thing.”  He wants to, needs to, tilt her face to get those pretty eyes on his but before he can even lift his hand she looks at him again.  Good, good, Thanos.  You’re breaking down those walls like a damn MVP.

“Fine.  If we get along, things will go easier for us both.  It’s just you- you- ugh…”

Cute.  Real cute, actually.  It’s not every day that someone hides their feelings for him behind the guise of being upset with him- sure, some people pretend to not know him, but they never really seem borderline disgusted with him.  He cocks his head to the side, allowing her to take her sweet time to get those words out.

“It’s just you’re so you.”

Ough, that kinda stings, huh… He doesn’t take it to heart though, letting the words run off of him like water.  It’s all good, ain’t nothin’.  He didn’t miss the way his earlier comment got her feeling all kinds of things. “Loud, annoying, and just- fuck!”  She leans back in her chair and rubs her eyes.  She doesn’t even know how to put into words how he’s making her feel, much less how she truly views him.  Closing her eyes just results in her brain flashing images of his abdomen.  What is this bullshit…  Though, in her own defense, it’s been a while since she’s had the pleasure of anything other than her fingers or a vibrator.  Hell, even counting self pleasure, it’s been a while.  She lets out a sigh, removing her hands from her eyes and letting them fall limply to her sides.

“And handsome, right?  So damn good lookin’, if I do say so myself.” He says, standing with his hands on his hips as he gazes down at her.  He’s gotta tread carefully, he knows when a sweet lil thing is feeling conflicted and it’s not like she makes any effort to hide it.  Fuck, he wants to make her feel better about whatever the fuck is going on in her head.  Such a cute thing doesn’t deserve to look so damn stressed.

“Yeah, whatever.”  She says, pulling her phone back up to check the time.

Oh?  An admittance to his dashingly good looks?  He puffs out his chest and runs a finger up one of the hair horns, it’s a habit of his.  He definitely can work with this now.  He places one hand on one of the arm rests while cupping her cheek with the other hand.  “That so? You think I’m handsome?”  His thumb rubs against her increasingly warming cheek, “well I think you’re damn beautiful, cariño.”  His voice, despite the proud smile on his lips, is steady and soft.  It’s a tone he’s used with others, but it feels so personalized in the moment.

Her heart pounds in her ears- she partially wants to scoff at his use of a Spanish endearment, but she partially just wants to bask in his touch.  The light behind his head looks like a damn halo or something.  A break.  She’s heard of Thanos being rather free with the way he shows his… appreciation for his team.  She swallows hard, her mind now flashing with all the rumors she’s heard whispers of, all the things she’s seen people giggle about.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, her cheeks warm up more and more.

“I mean it- prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” He continues, enjoying the way her skin flushes beneath his touch.  It’s not a real lie, she’s the prettiest woman he’s seen that he can recall.  The way her eyes search his and her hands clench up into fists at her sides.  Shit, he could get real used to the way she acts around him.  So damn sweet… “Yeah right.”

“Don’t doubt me, señorita.  I’m being honest as hell.”

A beat of silence before she shows the first real emotion besides annoyance with him.  A nice, albeit small, smile.  It makes his own smile soften from some proud, self satisfied smirk to a genuine grin.

“There we go, a smile like that looks like nice on you.”

“Shut up.”  She says without any venom in her voice.  She sits up straight as his hand falls from her face.  He kneels down in front of her, holding both her hands after she puts her phone down on the table.  

“Wanna tell me what's on your mind now, hm?”

“Thinkin’ about things I’ve heard.”

“About me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” That makes him nod, his hands gripping hers just a bit tighter.  He’s not upset, how could he be when he wears the way he fucks around like a badge of honor to a degree?   It’s more so… excitement.  He knows where this is going and it makes him lick his lips.  His cock twitches in the confines of his pants.  “What do you think about it?”  He knows he sounds cocky, but he doesn’t care.  He has a right to be cocky. “I think I want to be appreciated.”  Appreciated for…  what?  She doesn’t know, she doesn’t care, she just wants a break.  She deserves a damn break after all she’s been through. “Oh, señorita, I can do more than just appreciated a pretty thing like you keepin’ me company.”  He purrs, rubbing her knuckles.  “I wanna see your pussy, baby girl.  You down?”  There’s a heavy pause before she nods, biting her bottom lip and releasing his hands to tug her shorts off as she lifts her hips, they get discarded beside the chair.  He whistles at the sight of her panties hugging her so perfectly, it takes all of his self control to not rip them from her.  But he wants to take his sweet time with her, wants to draw out pretty lil moans from her lips and feel her fingers tangle up in his hair as she makes a mess all over his face before he puts his thick cock in her perfect cunt. “Spread those legs for me, baby girl.  Let me get you all relaxed and shit, the way a pretty thing like you should always be.”  He says soothingly, leaning in to breathe in her scent.  It’s heavenly, damn divine.  It makes his fucking mouth water as he licks her through her panties.  He loves the way she lets out an audible gasp, the way she slides a hand over her mouth like she’s gonna moan just from a lil kiss against her cunt through the dampening fabric. He slides his long fingers through the fabric crotch to tug them aside and lick a long stripe up her slit.  He groans, his eyes closing.  Fuck, what a perfect girl as her fingers on her free hand curls up into his soft hair.  His lips seal around her clit as he licks the sensitive bud while slowly pulling his fingers from the fabric to instead busy themselves with slipping into her sweet, clutching heat.  He groans as he slurps at her nub, loving the way her pretty pussy instantly sucks him in deeper as he begins to pump his fingers in and out.

“Fuck…” She breathes out, tugging his face closer to her heat.  She can’t get enough of his tongue on her clit or her fingers curling to massage her g-spot with expert ease.  It feels better than her own fingers.  Her ears barely pick up on the way his fabric audibly shifts and a new noise joins the sound of his fingers steadily pumping into her sweet heat and his lips around her clit- his free hand is pumping his dripping cock.  His thumb smears the pre-cum that’s beading from his tip along his head, which he focuses his attention on.  Goddamn she’s delicious as hell- he could spend forever tasting her sweet slick.

“Feel good, baby girl?”  He asks, pulling away from her clit.  Her eyes dart all over his face, he looks so damn perfect with a thin string of saliva connecting him to her most intimate parts. She nods before finding her voice, though it’s strained as he continues to work her spongy spot, “yes, fuck, you’re so good.”

He hums, licking his lips to break the string before leaning back in to lick and seal his lips around her clit once again.  It doesn’t take long for her to back to arch and her fingers to curl up almost painfully into his purple hair. “Coming- I’m coming, Thanos!”  She whines, her sweet nectar coating his chin, tongue, and fingers while he continues to work her cunt through her orgasm.  Barely coherent words leave her as he pushes her to the very edge of overstimulation.  He pulls away with a lopsided, damp grin as he grips his cock just a little bit tighter as he gives it full pumps from base to tip. “Such a good girl for me, cariño.” He says as he pulls his fingers and starts to lick her nectar from the digits.  “Now it’s my turn, yeah?  Gonna let me sink into this perfect pussy?” A needy noise falling from her lips is all she needs to hear for him to nod towards the couch he was lounging on earlier.  She wastes little time standing on trembling legs and walking over to the couch.  It’s comfortable, one she’s napped on before, so she has no qualms about getting fucked on it- the idea of staining with their mixed essence is the furthest thing from her mind, but that’s a problem for her future self.  When she lies back on the plush couch, he grins like a cat as he joins her. He takes his time to fully take in her state, the way her chest heaves with one leg over the low back of the couch and her other dangling from the side and she raises her hands upwards until he ducks his head down to kiss her as his hands work his pants and boxers down to his knees.  Her arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer and closer as he settles between her opened thighs.  He grunts against her lips at the contact of her wet cunt against his aching cock, resisting the urge to immediately slam into her.  He wants to- wants to feel that paradise squeeze the hell out of him, but he wants to cherish the sweet flutter of her walls.  One hand cups her cheek while the other rubs his cockhead through her slick before pressing into her.

“Fuck, cariño…” He breathes, pulling back just enough to watch her eyes as he sinks in slowly. He wants to see every microexpression as his cock presses in, in, in until their hips meet.  It’s hard for his own eyes to not roll back in his head, he’s been in any tight cunts and asses but in his head, this is surely in the top ten at the very least.  “Feels like you’re squeezing the hell outta me, baby girl.  So fuckin’ good…”

She doesn’t answer, just pulls his face back down until his forehead rests on her’s.  Her lips are parted in the best moans that he’s ever fucking heard, better than any beat he’s done for sure.  When she finally manages out a whimpery Thanos, please, her growls and buries his face in her neck.  He’s not gonna last long, fuck- the way he can feel her wetness seeping around his cock and dripping down his damn balls is driving his crazy.  His hips start moving faster, harder, more desperate. “Yeah, girl? Please what?”

“Don’t pull out.”

How is he supposed to last when she says that?  He bites into the shoulder of her shirt to keep himself from being so loud, damn he wishes they were spread out on his bed so he could be as loud as he wants to be.  “You sure?”

“Mhm, please, I-I need it.  Need your cum.”

Oh, oh shit, he wants to give it to her.  Needs to give it to her.  He can feel his orgasm building rapidly at the idea of seeing his thick seed leak from her.  He’ll toss her a few dollars for plan B, he doesn’t want to pull out of her slick heat that’s for damn sure.  “You’ll get it, baby girl, fuck- you’re gonna get it.” The air around them is awash with the sounds of them fucking and he can’t get enough of it.  Maybe she’ll come over some time and let him record them fucking; the video would be better than any damn porn he’s seen.  He needs to get her off again, needs to feel her milk him goddamn dry.  He rubs her clit with the pad of his thumb, pulling away from her neck to stare down at her.  “Come again for me, señorita.  Need to feel you let go one more time.  Do it, baby girl, I know you got it in your.” She doesn’t need more encouragement, not when his eyes are locked on hers while his cock pulses in her tight cunt and his thumb moves in perfect sync.  Her fingers curl up tight in his hair as her legs close around him, a gasp leaving her before she cries out his name so sweetly.  There is it, there’s that perfect feeling he needed. He follows quickly after, closing his eyes as his brows knit together in bliss.  He tries in vain to pump his hips but they’re frozen in her heat as he pumps his seed deep into her just like she wanted- just like she needed.

He presses kisses up and down her neck, rubbing her side gently as they both come down from their highs.  He pulls out, sitting back on his knees to hold her folds apart to watch the way his load dribbles out of her and onto the couch.  Good one, Thanos.  He would snap a picture, but consent and all that shit.  He may have a one track mind sometimes but he’s gonna respect her boundaries.  He does reach over to grab his phone, though just to get her number when she’s able to talk.  This isn’t gonna be just a singular instance, nah, he’s sure of it.

[asmodevs]

˖  ݁ . ࿓minors dni ⊹ leviathan/reader ⊹ heat; ass eating, spit, impact play (one 1 spank)

˖  ݁ . ࿓a.n: Levi won the little poll, I guess ?? I wanted to write actual anal but honest got tired half way haha

Whenever Leviathan goes in heat, you're the only one allowed into his chambers.

There he waits for you, on a bed rather than a stuffy coffin and propped over a couple pillows under his tummy, spreading the plush of his ass cheeks apart so you can get a nice view of what you have to deal with.

It's just because he's never deemed anyone as worthy of the pleasure of giving him anything he could appreciate and enjoy, nor is anybody capable of satisfying him; you're the exception, one who can make him stir and ache and whine and he's already a mess when you meet him here.

"What are you even waiting for, standing there...?" He grumbles, looking past his shoulder. His gaze is smoldering and you do feel petrified, stuck to the floor. You have to look away, down maybe, make it all worse. His hole is pink, tight, glistening prettily and it has a heartbeat, you think: it winks slightly whenever he breathes in and loosens up when Leviathan exhales.

How cute, is all you can think when he's like this; had he lubed himself all up beforehand? Did he drip like this when he was needy naturally? You wished you could see his front as well, surely his cock flushed pink, beady with pre already leaking against the pillows. This would have to do, though.

"Sorry to make you wait, I was caught u-" and

"Stop talking, I'm so-- hnn..." he whines, hips shifting forward, body clenching taut.

You want to say it's okay, that you've got him. At the very least he's not making you hang from the ceiling like all other times, and so you feel relieved, a little grateful even; you want to commend him for the growth, but maybe it is that he's just so needy, that he needs so badly to get fucked within an inch of his life, that he hasn't even considered hanging you yet.

So you just get behind him, kiss the small of his back and replace his hands doing the spreading. You're much rougher, splitting him open as wide as you can so as to watch his hole gape, even if he shifts like he wants to get away and rub himself off against the cushions instead. You both know he needs cock inside more than he needs the pressure.

Thumbs caress the inner side of his cleft; it's not velvety, not now, too slick- fingers glide and catch on his puckering hole with each pass and he mumbles something surprisingly undignified, like "don't get distracted..." followed by a little jolt.

"I won't."

Smack.

Your hand comes down on his flesh hard enough to leave a pretty imprint, burning through so sweetly, and then you come down to kiss it all better.

Leviathan twists like he's getting shocked, broken, tightening up immediately when your mouth presses warm to his fluttering hole. Still you lick and you're not trying to tease him, you swear, just taste him there, maybe not what he needs but what you want.

"Don't--" he stammers, and you think it's the first time you've ever heard him stumble upon words. Can't blame it, not when your tongue works slow circles around the puffy rim of his hole, you'd mess up just the same.

"You filthy..." he tries again. You hum, nosing him open again like it doesn't matter. It is and he loves it anyway; Leviathan is shivering and opening up for you because of the filth and not despite it.

Your tongue probs deeper and curls just right- he's closing up on you until you pull back to spit on his hole and only then he opens up again, like he's been waiting for that.

When you bite his thigh and then come back to kiss from heavy balls to taint to asshole, he breaks and is all yours even for a second.

"Don't stop?" Levi huffs, you like to think through tears, hips chasing anything resembling friction, waiting you give him respite and slap him there. or maybe be nicer and wrap your arm around his waist, hand around his drippy cock and make him cum.

You don't, but you also tell him you won't stop. You know how pent up he is, how bad he takes the heat and how nice he can take cock, so you promise you'll give him something much better than your tongue if he can hold on a little bit longer.

[sapnapstummy]

a little rivalsduo drabble lightly inspired by this art by @milder-manners

"Come to book club with me." Techno says, plopping a large hand in Dream's shoulder.

Dream looks up at him confused, his foot taps the footrest of his wheelchair. "Your book club?" His eyes are wrinkled as he squints.

Wringing his hands together, Techno does a quick scan around the room. He makes his way over to the kitchen counter, grabbing the thick lenses resting there and unfolding them. "Yeah," he says, "You should come." He thrusts the glasses onto Dream's face, intentionally pinning his ear to his head.

Dream rolls his eyes, reaching up to fix his glasses. "I haven't read anything."

"You haven't secretly been readin' behind my back?" He asks amused, and when Dream just sends him an annoyed look, explains, "We're starting a new book this week."

Running a hand through his short choppy hair, Dream frowns. "I don't know. Maybe next time."

Techno tries not to let his heart sink. "Well, actually I should rephrase. You are coming with me to book club." He bites back a smile when Dream sputters at him. "We're leaving in 10 minutes, so you better put your shoes on."

"Haha." Dream deadpans, slowly wheeling himself to their bedroom like he's not sure if Techno is serious.

He grabs a blanket off the couch, a heavy fleece one, and drops a few snacks into his bag. His coat is hanging on the back of the door, so he works his arms through it and waits for Dream. A few minutes pass before his friend comes back to the living room. He tries to be subtle when he checks to see if he's wearing his compression socks, but Dream catches him anyway.

"Yes, mom. I have my compression socks on and my insulated slippers. Are you going to check that I don't have my shirt on backwards too?" He rolls over to the door, grabbing his sweater from off the lowered hook and shooting Techno a half-hearted glare. He sucks in a breath before shoving his head through the collar, letting it out once it settles loosely around his neck. He wiggles his arms into the fabric, biting his lip when his left arm gets stuck.

Techno doesn't hide the fact that he's watch, but he doesn't make any moves to help. Dream keeps his eyes on the floor until both his arms are through the sleeves. His arms shake with the effort, but Techno waits at his side until he says, "Are we going yet? Since you're forcing me to go, it's only fair that you push me."

He holds back a smile until he's fully behind Dream, his hands wrapping around the handles of his wheelchair. "I guess, if it's only fair." He pushes them down the hallway, steps into the elevator, and swipes his keycard. The elevator jolts as it takes them to the ground floor, the doors opening with a slight screech when they get to the bottom.

The cool damp air of mid-autumn nips at them when they get outside. Techno drops the folded blanket on Dream's lap before they go further. It stays folded, but Dream tucks his hands into it so he doesn't say anything. It doesn't take long to get to the library, but his fingers twinge from the cold.

Dream reaches out to press the automatic door button, quickly tucking his hand back into the warmth of the blanket. The library is cozily warm, and the back room is a few degrees warmer. A quick glance around reveals they're the last to arrive, but he'd texted the group chat already to let them know.

The closer to the table they get, the more Dream shrinks in on himself. Techno doesn't draw attention to it, but he taps his chilly fingers on the back of Dream's neck as he greets his clubmates. "Hello," he drawls, moving a chair out of the way and maneuvering Dream's wheelchair there instead.

He pulls Dream back a little bit, enough that he can spin around if he needed. And scoots his own chair forward, so he can block Dream from view if he needs him to. He takes his time rooting through his bag, quietly pleased that the club members continue their conversations until they're ready. Dream doesn't lock his wheels, so Techno tucks his foot behind one of them, just in case.

When Dream has the blanket unfolded and covering his lap, Techno plops his book on the table and clicks his teeth. "Thank you for waitin' for us. I was convincing my friend that this wasn't some kind of secret anarchist syndicate, but for some reason he didn't believe me. Isn't that right, Dream?"

His friend cows under the attention, picking at the pilling fleece on the blanket. Techno glances over to his clubmates, right as Niki giggles. "I don't blame you. Techno basically twisted my arm to get me to join. Blink twice if he forced you to be here."

Dream lifts his head a little and blinks twice deliberately. Techno tosses his hand over his eyes, "Nonsense. Dream's here of his own free will. I'd never make him do anything he didn't want to." The rest of the table cracks a smile and he sends them a grateful look before removing his hand from Dream's face.

For the first few minutes, they talk about everything and nothing, just catching up over the past week. Then Niki passes out the new books while Puffy collects the old ones. She hands everyone the thin hardback, handing Dream his with the same gesture as everyone else.

The confusion is clear on his face as he pulls the front cover back and flips through the pages. "A cookbook?" He asks, voice rasping. He twists around and grabs his water bottle from behind him.

Niki nods, "Yeah! I thought it could be fun if we all read through each recipe and tried one we liked. Then next week we can discuss what we all made." She glances around to the other members, "If that's okay with all of you."

There's head nodding around the table, and the gentle crack of fresh book spines as they open. Techno adjusts his reading glasses and flips through the first couple recipes. The book is mostly vegan recipes and he can tell a lot of them are noted with a couple substitutions. He peeks at Dream through the corner of his eyes.

His friend is taking in each page carefully, trailing his fingers over the cooking instructions. Techno watches him frown, then move on to the next page. A few people are already discussing which ones they'd like to make, and he makes an effort to remember which ones. If he doesn't write it down, he'll forget, but his pen and paper stay in his bag.

Beside him, Dream is getting frustrated. Techno can tell by the way his foot wiggles on the footrest and his fingers curl around the corners of the book. He yawns loudly and makes a show of pushing his glasses back up. It catches Dream's attention, pulling him out of his spiral enough he closes the book and rests it on the table.

Dream's sweater is bunched up around his back and a tuft of hair stick out straight on the top of his head. Techno aches to reach out and fix them for him, but he keeps his hands on the table. He yawns again, a real one this time, and smirks as Dream catches it. The conversation around the table starts to peter out, until Niki calls the meeting to an end and people start to leave.

They wait a moment for everyone else to clear out, then Techno stands with a grunt. Dream snorts, "What are you an 85 year old man?"

Techno won't admit it, but he loves the little moments of sass that breathe through Dream's angst. "It's past this old man's bedtime." He says, tucking his and Dream's book into his bag and taking his position behind Dream.

The elevator is even more rickety as they go up, doors rattling as they open. Techno flicks on the lights as they step into their apartment, reaching down to tug his shoes off as he steps inside. Dream reaches down and locks his wheels, standing shakily and walking over to the couch.

He flops down on his back, his legs dangling off the side. He holds his hands out in front of him, flexing his fingers as much as he can. They uncurl from their fists, but the effort makes his whole arm tremble and he quickly drops them to his chest. Techno stands at his side, grabbing one of his wrists and helping him through his therapy exercises.

As he stretches his wrist, Dream hisses. Techno eases, gently rubbing his thumb over the scarred skin of his arm. Dream tugs his hand out of Techno's grasp. "Ugh," he groans, "I won't be able to make any of the recipes because they all call for chopped vegetables."

Techno bites his lip to stop himself from saying 'If you just ask, I'll help you.' He knows that not what Dream wants. He's trying to figure out what to say, when Dream's hands fly up to cover his face. Behind his hands a quiet broken sob bubbles past his lips.

Dropping to his knee, Techno wraps his hand around Dream's wrists. "You don't have to—"

Dream's watery green eyes are piercing as he interjects, "I want to."

Techno softly tugs the frail wrists away from Dream's face. He leans in, collecting a stray tear that leaks from the corner of Dream's eye. "Alright, nerd. We'll figure out how to get your homework done by next week."

The teasing is enough to ease Dream's shaky breathing and have him pushing at Techno's chest. Techno lets him, internally pleased when Dream keeps his hands there. They're cool and he places his own on top to warm them. Dream's eyes slip shut and he whispers a pained, "I'm tired."

I know, he wants to say. He wants to reassure him of the improvements he's already made. He wants to reach deep inside him and take his pain away. Instead, he runs his fingers through Dream's hair and says, "Then let's go to bed, nerd."

He lifts Dream easily, a familiar routine that neither of them are brave enough to talk about. He sets Dream on his bed, carefully removing his shoes and peeling off his compression socks. Dream's sweater and shirt are next, replaced quickly by one of Techno's well worn sleep shirts. Dream's eyes are drooping as Techno tucks him into bed, fluffing the pillow behind his head and flattening the blankets around his legs.

He walks back out to the entranceway, wheeling Dream's wheelchair back to the bedroom and parking it at the side of the bed. Then he changes into his own pajamas and carefully sinks into the mattress next to Dream.

Dream's curled fingers find his hand, wrapping around his pinky. "Night, Tech."

Techno watches Dream give into sleeps hold, counting each slow moonlit breath. "Good night, Dream."

[moonstruckme]

Hey lovely! I saw you wanted some doctor rem requests, so I was wondering if you could possibly write something where the Remus wakes up in the middle of the night because the reader has a fever and is burning up right next to her, and he gets up and takes care of her, puts her in a cool bath to cool down and then reads to her to get her to sleep. Just a bunch of fluff haha 💕

Thank you for requesting my love !

cw: non-sexual nudity

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 834 words

It’s not uncommon for Remus to get too warm in the middle of the night. He’s always careful to flip just his part of the covers off, sticking an arm and a leg out without exposing you to the cool air. It is unusual for the heat not to be coming off of his own body.

Remus rolls over, feeling for you without opening his eyes. The temperature under the covers increases before he’s even touching you, emanating from your skin and heating the space around you. He opens his eyes. 

You’re curled up tight, one hand trapped underneath your cheek, blankets pulled up to your chin like you’re chilled instead of burning. Your brow is puckered as though you’re concentrating hard on something in your unconscious, and you don’t rouse when the bed creaks as Remus gets up. 

He plugs the drain in the tub and turns on the tap, feeling for the right temperature before leaving it to fill.

“Sweetheart.” It’s one part exhaustion and two parts love, sleep still clinging to the edges of his voice. You don’t stir in the slightest when Remus touches your shoulder, worrying in itself. 

It takes a few gentle shakes to do it, and you’re none too happy to be woken. Remus can’t help his small smile at your sleepy frown. 

“Your fever’s gotten worse,” he tells you, stroking the baby hairs at your temple. “I’m starting you a bath, okay?” 

You close your eyes, reluctant. “Can it wait ‘til morning?” 

Remus slips a hand beneath your shoulders and brushes his lips under your eye. “Afraid not, lovely girl. Do you need help getting up?” 

He has to smother a grin when you react just as he predicted, grumbling and crawling out of bed. Still, you don’t reject the arm he wraps around your waist to guide you into the bathroom. Your skin is clammy under his hand, and you lean into his side like you weigh more than you did yesterday. 

“Is your head still bothering you?” he asks while you strip out of your pajamas. 

“A little,” you say, your words soft and stuck together by drowsiness. “Not as bad as yesterday. What time s’it?” 

“It’s early yet.” Remus wraps his arms around your shoulders, kissing your nape as he encourages you closer to the tub. “We’ll go back to bed as soon as we get you cooled down. You can sleep in as late as you want.” 

“You’ll make me think I’m dreaming,” you tease. But your smile vanishes as soon as you set a toe into the bathwater. “Rem, it’s cold.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” He smiles, rueful, when you look betrayed. “Like I said, we’ve got to get your temperature down. Your body will adjust.” 

“You’re supposed to be nice to me when I’m sick,” you mutter, but take the hand he offers you to step into the tub. 

A couple of little shivers tremble through you. Remus stays, stroking the lines of your palm, until your taut muscles start to relax and you let your body unspool in the cool water. Then he goes to get you fever reducers. 

He’s not gone long, but you look as though you’ve nearly fallen asleep again in his absence. You’re curled loosely on your side, one cheek resting on the porcelain lip of the tub with your hands folded under it. The arcs of your shoulders are shiny wet, and your lashes droop as if drawn towards their other halves by magnets. 

When Remus sits on the bathmat, you raise your eyes up to his lazily. His reaction is predictable: fondness that sticks in the back of his throat and nestles into the space behind his sternum. 

“Better now?” he asks, and his voice is soft for reasons he doesn’t entirely understand. It’s an instinct, as if to protect some precious part of you that might still be slumbering. 

You hum. “A little.” 

He holds up the water and tablets. “Think you can sit up to take these?” 

Those pretty eyes roll skyward at the question, and you do, finishing the water without him needing to ask and murmuring a thanks when you’re done. Remus sets the empty cup on the floor. He dips a hand into the bathwater, cupping some and spilling it down your back. Not strictly necessary, perhaps, but it’s nice for him and you don’t seem to mind. Your eyes slip closed again. Remus follows the path of the water with his hand, coasting between your shoulder blades and down the curvature of your spine. Your skin is still warm to the touch, but he thinks there’s been some improvement. 

“Don’t fall asleep here,” he murmurs. Your eyes peel open again. “I’m just giving it a few minutes before I check your fever, and then we can go back to bed.” 

“I’m gonna sleep all tomorrow,” you sigh. 

He smiles. “If that’s what you want.” 

You hum satisfiedly. “Will you sleep in with me? Please?” 

Remus huffs a laugh. “Sure, sweetheart. Twist my arm.” 

[muffinsin]

Hi Muffin!!!! I loved our conversation about Daniela being Orange cat coded! Please mayI have a little one-shot of Daniela having one of her little 3am zoomies, running around the castle, wearing Alcina's hat, heels, and dress and she ends up waking Alcina up. Alcina finds her, just sighs and shakes her head and throws Daniela over her shoulder and carries her back to bed?

Hey there, hon! 👋 oh, this is just insanely cute haha. We love ourselves some ginger cat Dani! Absolutely! I literally saw this and knew I was gonna have to write this out asap! XP This is set in one of Daniela's earlier years XP

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

3am.

Normally, this is a time in which the castle is completely quiet, when the maidens are sleeping peacefully in their quarters, when only a few trusted, quiet ones are up to guard the castle, when Alcina Dimitrescu herself has retired to her quarters after putting her daughters to bed and tucking them in with a gentle kiss pressed to their little foreheads, only to then fondly wipe the lipstick from their tattooed skin when they whine.

Ordinarily, the nights at the castle are quiet.

Not tonight, not now.

Now, the silence and calm emptiness of the castle is disturbed by little, bare feet slipping along the marble floors, by quiet buzzing steadily growing louder, by little giggles poorly muffled by a gloved hand held over poorly painted lips.

Daniela is quick, her frame a mere blur as she darts down corridors and around corners. She's giggling to herself, holding onto Alcina's large, previously white shoes after giving up on wearing them while running once they had her trip the fifth time. Now, she shoes sport a variety of marks created by the red lipstick the fly woman found. She especially likes the "Me ❤︎ mama" she clumsily tried to write across the side of the heel. Not her finest work, especially as this particular sister struggles with keeping up with her older sister's writing and reading skills, but the mother of three would come to hold that particular pair of shoes dear to her, still.

While normally put in soft, warm dresses to match her frame, Daniela now nearly drowns in Alcina's large, white gown. It trails behind her as she runs and occasionally has her trip, and the long sleeves hang from her hands and drag along the floor. She wears her mother's large, black hat on top of her head, just barely capable of seeing where she's going by lifting it. She doesn't mind, her mind too caught up in a fantasy of playing pirates- just like in one of mama's bedtime stories- to mind how large the hat is on her.

She slips occaisonally, hissing and swatting at the dress whenever it gets in her way or yanks her back when it gets stuck on something, though giggles at the sight of the long sleeves hanging to the ground when she does so. She squeals when she falls again, her flies buzzing in aggrivation as her face almost meets the floor. And just briefly, thick tears well up in her eyes and her bottom lip trembles. She's sniffing and whimpering- more so from surprise than all else- ready to cry out for mama when her eyes spot the large, glowing chandelier at the ceiling in the main hall. Immediately, she gets back to her feet, her flies buzzing with excitement. Her golden eyes are wide as the takes in the light coming off of it, and when she brings the dress's sleeve up to wipe at her tears and the little snot having gathered at her nose, it also wipes some of her poorly applied lipstick.

As she runs again, she doesn’t even bother straightening the gown, not when it’s too big no matter what she does. Instead, she keeps moving- running and slipping on the smooth floor, whining and snarling and buzzing loudly and angrily with her flies whenever she runs into a vase. The loud noise of a vase shattering never fails to make her flinch back and snarl back at it, though after a moment or so she continues on, her golden eyes set on the chandelier.

She giggles as she half-runs, half-bounces down the stairs, as if the energy inside her little body is too much to contain. Her breath comes fast, cheeks flushed, golden eyes wide with excitement. Standing right below it, she sticks out her tongue in concentration, leaping up and swarming brokenly to the lights sitting at the glass chandelier. She misses, squealing when she comes back down. She puts on the shoes she's been carrying, giggling at the few more inches they give her. Still, when she stretches her arms out, she can't reach it.

If only she was as tall as mama!

One day, she thinks. One day she will be as beautiful as mama, as smart as mama, as graceful as mama, as big as mama!

She scrambles upright with another laugh, her sharp, claw-like nails digging into the fabric of her dress and the walls as she attempts to climb them, but it's no use, and she whines when despite her poor attempt of swarming, she lands back on her feet. Jumping again, she giggles as the shoes once again slip from her, and squeals when her hands almost make contact with the chandelier.

Surely, this time!

She just wants to see the beautiful light!

Putting "her" shoes back on, Daniela is about to leap up again, her bottom wiggling, her golden eyes set on the chandelier, her tongue stuck out in concentration as she fixes the large hat on top of her head again.

Of course, Alcina finds her.

She stands at the top of the stairs, overseeing of the hall, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, bathed in the dim light of the room. But there’s no real sternness in her eyes- not even close, not quite, not with Daniela. Her golden eyes track the ridiculous sight in front of her, lips pressed together like she’s trying to be exasperated. But the twitch at the corner of her mouth betrays her, and as she walks down the stairs, she can't help but smile as she sees her youngest try to swipe at the chandelier again. She makes a mental note to put a little more time into helping this daughter swarm, too, though perhaps even more so makes a mental note to make sure her little fly stays asleep after being tucked into bed and receiving her goodnight kiss to the forehead.

"Daniela...", she calls out, trying her hardest to not let a smile slip and ruin her supposedly stern expression when the girl skids to a halt, panting and grinning happily. Her hair is a mess- tangled and wild from turning and twisting in bed from boredom, then from running about. The white, large gown is slipping off her shoulder, but she doesn't bother fixing it, and Alcina is unsure whether she even notices it.

She blinks up at her mother, wide-eyed and innocent as if she hasn't been tearing through the castle like a feral cat. Then, a moment later, there is recognition and her golden eyes widen, a squeal torn from her.

"Mama!"

Alcina sighs, rubbing tiredly at the bridge of her nose, though there's nothing genuine about her displeasure, not when she fights the smile as she feels Daniela scramble forward, giggling as she throws her arms around her and hugs herself to her waist.

"What on earth are you doing up, micuța mea?", she sighs, though Daniela barely picks up on her tone and exhaustion, nor the fact she should be in bed, where her mother put her only an hour or two prior.

"Playing!", she chirps instead, her sleeves flapping uselessly as she throws her arms around Alcina again, her sharp, claw-like nails digging through the white dress and into her mother's nightgown as she starts climbing up her side in an attempt to reach the chandelier again.

She squeals, however, when the woman easily lifts her away by the back of her oversized dress. She's held in front of Alcina easily, her flies buzzing loudly even as she whines and giggles, playfully attempting to swipe at her mother's hand holding her- as she would come to do in the future, when held by the hood of her dress. She giggles in delight as she's set to the ground again, though whines loudly when the mother of three sighs playfully again before bending down to pick her up, reaching out before her little fly can bolt again.

"Come here, little one", she sighs, ignoring the ginger-auburn haired girl's squeals and wiggles as she's effortlessly scooped up and lifted off the ground. Daniela kicks her legs uselessly, laughing hard enough to hiccup and gasp, her little kicks causing the already too large heels to fall to the floor.

"Mamaaa! No fair!"

"Playing", Alcina sighs, repeating her daughter's earlier claim. She holds her up a little higher, ignoring how her daughter immediately coos at the sight of her face and starts pawing at her with sleeve-covered hands. She tilts her head with that motherly look that says you should be asleep right now, though doubts the fly-mutant even picks up on it. "Daniela, it’s the middle of the night, and I believe I put you in bed two hours ago!", she sighs, though her aggravated, tired tone doesn't have her daughter falter- not when she knows mama could never be mad at her, even at her young age.

"I'm not sleepyyy!", she draws out, whining and trying to twist and turn again, her golden eyes practically sparking as they find the light of the chandelier again. Alcina sighs, making yet another mental note to minimize the lights turned on at night for her fly based daughters, at least during this stage of their life- she does so dearly hope they will grow out of it...

And, certainly, the little thing isn't lying. Her eyes are wide and gleaming, pupils blown, her lips pulled into a happy grin.

"Can I go play with Cassie and Bela?", she then asks, suddenly turning her head as though just remembering how much more fun this would be with her sisters! She already tries to take off running, her little feet slapping against the air as she's held still, drawing a tired, but amused smile from the countess. Yes- she will most certainly have to make sure her little Daniela is asleep when she retreats to her own chambers at night.

"Let us not wake them, little fly", Alcina hums, humming quietly to herself as she begins walking them from the main hall- much to Daniela's dismay. "In fact let us get back to bed, yes?", the countess coos, though just barely minds her daughter's protests and little "I'm not tiredddd"'s when she does disagree.

"Mm-hmmm", Alcina laughs, rocking her slightly in her arms and trying to keep up a somewhat neutral expression when she feels her little fly curl up against her, the large hat slipping from her head as she nuzzles at her warm throat.. "Is that why you have been tearing through the castle like a wild animal?", she teases, her large hand gently patting at her daughter's back and bottom when the little thing whines and starts buzzing again, her flies growing loud, but quietening down again only a moment later.

"I weren't tearing!", Daniela protests between giggles. "I was playing! Cassie teares!", she whines, burying her head in her mother's neck when she gently corrects her grammar, humming something along the lines of how good she's doing already. She hmpf's quietly, though a kiss to the side of her head easily has her smile and curl up again.

"You knocked over a vase", the mother of three gently remarks, knowing full well it was more than just one vase that was damaged. Still, with her little fly sleepily curling to her and the small sounds of her daughter sucking at her thumb filling her ears, she just can't bring herself to be stern.

"It were in the way", Daniela coos quietly, the words a mere tired whisper against her mother's warm neck. Alcina shakes her head at her, smiling softly. She adjust her grip and holds her a little closer, her golden eyes shining with humour as she takes in her daughter's clothing. While she is certain she put her to bed in a warm, comfortable nightgown, Daniela is now covered in one of her white dresses, so large it looks like a blanket on her. She doesn't mind, for now, feeling how her youngest for once feels warm to the touch. Still, she will turn to locking her dresses away in the future before the little thing comes up with the idea of roping her sisters into stealing her clothing more than they already do, too.

She hears the girl quieten down, curled up lazily against her shoulder and quietly sucking at her thumb now that the energy within her is starting to burn out. Her thumb is red from the lipstick already, though she doesn't mind, having always found mama's lipstick just tastes good! Another thing to be locked away from her in the future, certainly, until the mother of three manages to teach her not to consume her lipsticks.

By the time they make it back to Daniela's room, a room of decent size near Alcina's, her protests have faded into sleepy little murmurs and quiet coos around her thumb. The mother of three sets her down carefully in the large crib set up for her, pulling the oversized gown away and shaking her head at the little tears and many lipstick marks now covering it. Still, seeing a little drawing of what she can only assume is the castle with four stick figures, one of them large and sporting a hat, she can only smile.

Years after, centuries after, she still loves to pull that particular dress from the back of her closet, smiling fondly and tearing up at the little drawings made on it.

She gently pries the girl's finger from her mouth and removes the hat, smoothing over it and setting it down by the large rocking chair. She adjusts the smaller, more fitting night gown on her daughter again before pulling the blanket up, though freezes when the girl blinks up at her, drowsy and exhausted but stubborn as she pleads; "Stay, mama?"

She smiles.

"Of course, my little fly", the countess promises. She leans down to press a gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead again, giggling to herself at the many smeared lipstick marks across her lips and chin. She will remove them in the morning, when her little fly is not at the risk of turning cranky from lack of sleep. For now, she merely picks up the other hat and sits down on the large rocking chair, her fingers sticking through the bars of the crib to move Daniela's stuffed bat to her chest again.

Immediately, the girl holds it close to her, her little fingers wrapping around her mother's middle and index finger in a surprisingly strong grip. She tries to blink away her exhaustion, her golden eyes shining slightly in the dark room, much like her mother's.

"Mad with I?", she asks quietly, her words quiet and unsure, but the countess understands easily and reassures her with a gentle smile; "Of course not, draga mea. Sleep, my little fly. Mama will stay and watch over you"

And with this, little, tired eyes finally slip shut. The mother of three stays for another half an hour after she falls asleep before she quietly exits the room, her steps surprisingly soft and quiet, her breath held as she checks on her other two daughters as to not wake them, only to find them fast asleep and clutching their little stuffed animals to their chests, too.

At last, the castle is fast asleep and quiet, again.

[soobuneary]

A Kiss, and then a Bite (6) - Choi Soobin X Reader

Warning: cursing, mentions of blood, angst, sexual content MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vampire stuff haha

Summary: You knew something was off about your roommate Soobin ever since the beginning of your living arrangement. One night he reveals his true self to you, and you know you can never go back to how things were before. Not that you would want to, anyway.

Word Count: 5.6k

*cross-posted on ao3

part one! part two! part three! part four! part five!

Song: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

Kissing Soobin felt like melting snow. His cold lips met your warm ones in perfect synchronization and the longer it went on the more you felt yourself dissipating into nothing but a puddle of mush. His hands were everywhere. You couldn’t keep up with how he was rubbing your arms, then running a hand down your back, then weaving his fingers through your hair. You were unsure of how long it went on, but unlike him, you needed air.

After gently pulling away, you slowly opened your eyes. He was looking down at nothing in particular, but his eyes had the same clouded look from when you had asked about his family.

“Soobin?” Your voice was hushed.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly unraveled his hand from your hair and let it fall to your shoulder. He still didn’t look up at you.

“Is everything okay?” The idea that he regretted kissing you made you feel uneasy.

Both his hands slipped down your arms until he let go of you entirely. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

There was a long silence as you tried to process the weight of what he said. He did regret it, and almost immediately. Your chest felt tight with anger at his contradicting actions and embarrassment at how stupid you felt.

You couldn’t keep the emotion out of your voice. “Why not?”

He finally made eye contact with you as he grabbed your hands still on his shoulders and removed them from himself. You let them limply fall. Tears were beginning to pool in your eyes and cloud your vision, but you could still see the conflicted look on his face.

“We can’t be like that.”

Hearing him say that felt like a blow to your gut. “I don’t understand.”

He reached his hand out and wiped a tear off your cheek that had fallen, but you pushed it away.

“Y/N.”

“No.” You looked away and wiped your cheeks yourself. “You don’t get to act sweet to me when you’re being cruel with your words.”

“I don’t want to be cruel to you.” You looked back toward him, and his expression broke your heart further still. His eyes looked more pained than you had ever seen them, but it didn’t make sense. He was the one saying this couldn’t happen. He was the one who had expressed regret.

“Tell me why, please.”

His stare was filled with yearning, you could tell that much, but his words were at war with his eyes. “We just can’t. I’m sorry.”

He turned his back to you and took one step toward his room before he paused.

His voice was so low you could barely hear it. But you did.

“This is for the best.”

With that, he left you standing in the cold air of the living room wondering what exactly had gone wrong.

-

You laid dazed in your bed the next morning after a night of tossing and turning. Your mind was mulling over the same thing over and over again; what had gone wrong? One moment you were having what you can only assume is going to be the most memorable kiss of your lifetime. The next Soobin was shattering your heart with a rejection stronger than you’ve ever dealt with before. His confession to you was beautiful, so raw and vulnerable, but you were more stuck on the pain in his voice when he said he regretted kissing you and completely shut you out.

You were stuck on the wound now on your own heart.

Last night when your brain wouldn’t allow you to sleep, you ran through enough emotions to make your head whirl. Even through all the anger and pain, and even through all the sorrow and hurt, he had confessed to you. He has kissed you. God, had he kissed you. He devoured. He ravished. You could feel the depth of emotions through his kiss that he had said you could never know. The memory of the scraping of his fangs on your lips alone was enough to keep you up all night.

Tomorrow marks the beginning of your final exams, and when those are over you’ll be one semester closer to graduating. You couldn’t even be excited about it, and you wondered if you’d have the mind to pass your exams at this rate.

Hunger had pulled you out of bed finally, but when you were in the middle of pouring yourself a bowl of Cheerios you regretted leaving your room at all. Soobin emerged from his bedroom and slowly approached you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had spent all night thinking about what happened like you did.

He stood silently watching you before he spoke. “I’m sorry to ask after what I’ve done, but I need a favor.”

You looked away from your cereal to peer up at him. His dark hair obstructed his eyes from your view, but you didn’t need to see them clearly to know he was genuinely feeling apologetic.

“What is it?”

The heartbreak was clear in your voice, you couldn’t mask it. You could only hope to save a little pride from what he had seen of your soul last night.

“My parents are coming again this Tuesday, so if you could be away for the evening I would appreciate it.”

A bitter taste pooled in your mouth. Of course, he has valid reasons to not want you here when his parents visit. They have a contentious relationship, and your presence upset them last time. But given everything that’s happened, you felt hurt at the request. You wanted to help him work things about them. You wanted to support him.

But it wasn’t your place, and he did not ask for your help.

You simply nodded and began to reach toward your cereal bowl, fully intending to retreat to your room to eat it, but your arms halted halfway.

Tuesday.

You straightened up. “Is another donor coming over?”

Shit. Your mouth had moved before your brain could stop it.

He didn’t answer. Silent moments passed before he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Y/N-”

“Whatever.” You cut him off. “I guess it doesn’t concern me anyway.”

You grabbed your cereal and began to walk toward your room. Soobin would stop you. He would say no one’s coming. He would tell you he thought it over all night like you had and he had made a mistake, and wanted to be with you.

But he didn’t stop you like you had hoped, and he didn’t say a word.

So you went into your room heartbroken again.

-

It wasn’t hard to stay away Tuesday to give him time for his parents visit. You had trudged through your first three finals, and your final two would be over by Thursday. So Tuesday night you stay at your school’s library entirely too late studying. It was the only thing that could get Soobin off your mind. You were so close to being done with the semester and then school forever, and with or without Soobin you weren’t going to mess it up.

The biting December wind had made your nose and cheeks hurt. The warm air of the elevator to your apartment floor had yet to ease that pain when anxiety hit you like a freight train. Would there be a donor in the apartment?

There would be, of course. It’s not like your kiss and what followed suddenly made him not need blood, but it pained you. The feeling was twisting in your stomach like a knife. You were jealous, and it was hard to make peace with.

Even knowing all of that, what you saw when you stepped out of the elevator made your blood run cold. Your bones stiffened in rebellion as you forced yourself to walk forward anyway.

Leaving your apartment was a blonde girl you had seen before. Her blonde curls 

bounced and hid her face as she walked past you, but you knew. Knowing what had just happened made your skin crawl. She had been in your apartment, possibly on your couch, being held by Soobin. She had his fangs in her. She had felt what you had felt only a few times but had grown addicted to. The high, the rush, the euphoria. She felt it all.

Even with the nauseating feeling of knowing Soobin would be right on the other side of the door, you pushed forward. You had to get in, get past him, and get to the safety of your room before you exploded. Heart rapidly thumping against its cage in your chest, you swung open the door.

Soobin was standing facing the door just a few feet away. He knew you were coming, it seemed. It’s as if he sensed your presence.

You let the door slam behind you and rushed past him. Facing him, talking to him, would only lead to more mistakes. To more heartache. Not right now, you couldn’t face him.

He grabbed your elbow roughly causing you to slightly jerk back. He was using a strength you didn’t know he possessed, enough to stop you in your tracks. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.” The nausea was building and building to the point you were worried you would actually vomit. Your school bag slid down your other arm and thudded on the ground.

“Look at me, please.” A moment passed before he urged you again. “Y/N, look at me.”

You swallowed hard before turning your body to face him. His eyes were the most serious you’d ever seen them, and you knew yours must reveal the frantic need you felt to escape. Even after you looked at him, he didn’t let go.

“I’m not going, so what is it?”

He shook his head. “Come with me.”

Before you could question what he meant, he was pulling you toward his room. 

“Wait, Soobin-”

He pulled harder, and you clamped your mouth shut. Your nerve endings were on fire at the anxiety of going into his room with him. The only time you had snuck a glance into his room was that fateful night all that time ago. The night with all the blood.

Once inside he pulled you to the large bed in the center of the room and moved you to sit on the edge. Sirens were sounding so loud in your ears to get the fuck out of there, but you were frozen in place. He stood tall and looming in front of you.

Although your panicked senses wanted to look all around his room, to scan your surroundings to get a better sense of security, your eyes were locked on his. They were a mixture of his normal dark, brown doe eyes swirled with the deep red they turned when he fed.

“There’s something I need you to understand.”

Your eyes moved to his lips as he spoke and you saw them: fangs. Protruding even more than when he’s normally talking.

The silence you answered with urged him on. “Seeing you like this does the most maddening things to me.”

Confusion briefly interrupted your frenzied anxiety. “What do you mean?”

“You’re hurt.” You opened your mouth to let him know it was his doing, but he kept speaking. “I know I have no right to say that. But damn, Y/N, I never wanted it to come to this. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Voice choked with emotion, you answered, “Then why? Why did you ask me to be a donor in the first place?”

He took a step toward you, and you instinctively leaned backward. “You really don’t know?”

You shook your head a little too quickly. It made your neck hurt slightly, and you noticed how his eyes trained on your neck at the movement.

His eyes met yours again and his hands slightly waved as he spoke. “You wake up every sense I thought was long dead.” His voice was wild in a way you’ve never heard before. “Your smell,” he paused before kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hands in his. You could feel the sweat of your palms slick against his. “You taste like a deep, rich sweetness that I can feel in every inch of my body when I feed from you. It’s so good it hurts in the most delicious way.”

You pulled your hands from his. “So you wanted to use me. So what? Did you ever think about how I would feel?”

“It’s more than that, Y/N.” He placed his hands on your knees. His grip was strong enough it made your already alert insides feel like jelly. “It’s so much fucking more than that.”

You didn’t want to give in. Giving in to him now would be disregarding your pride and letting the guy who keeps breaking your heart do it again.

“I’m not going to act like my intentions were always pure,” you started. “I got off on you feeding from me, but you hurt me.” The anger was rising in your voice. “How could you tell me you have feelings for me only to shut me out? There’s no denying you know how I feel. Yet you made me feel like a total fucking fool over and over again.” 

Tears were falling by the time you finished speaking. Soobin brought one hand off your knee and up to wipe a few of your tears away. “I wanted to stay away, but you’re you. You’re kind, and you listen, and you support people when they need it. You’re funny and smart and you’re going to have a wonderful life. I don’t want to ruin that.”

You pushed his hand away. “What, I can’t even make my own decisions now? You didn’t let me make that choice. You chose for me. You brought me all the way in with your stupid fucking fake words and then you threw me away.”

To your surprise, you began to hear the rise of anger in his voice. “I never threw you away, and I never lied to you. I’m saving you from a life of misery.”

“How do you know what makes me miserable? Why do you think you know me so well?”

You stood abruptly, and he followed. “Y/N.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, rubbing against his as you inhaled. “I’m so sick of feeling like I’m chasing you around. You say one thing but do the opposite. I’m tired of it. I’m sick of it.”

His nostrils were flaring slightly, and you wondered how he had the audacity. “You didn’t seem sick of it when I was being vulnerable to you. When I was showing you myself. Did that mean nothing to you, Y/N?”

“Nothing to me?” Your voice had risen several octaves. It was then you noticed his eyes looked more red than before, and more crazed than you had ever seen on anyone. If you weren’t so angry, you would’ve been terrified. “I listened to you and tried to support you, only for you to shut me out when you decided we had gone too far.”

Without warning Soobin moved forward, and kept moving forward until it caused you to fall backward onto the bed. He followed, putting a hand on either side of your shoulders and caging you in.

“Soobin, what the-”

“Listen.” He brought his mouth to the shell of your ear. You felt paralyzed. “I want you so desperately. I want to be with you. I want to go on dates and know you more and make a life with you. But we both know why I can’t do that.” You wanted to protest, but then you felt him push his erection onto your leg. Your mind went momentarily blank. You were angry at what had happened, and yet you were elated to hear him say his feelings once more.

He continued. “I want to touch you. To hold you and kiss you.” He ran his nose down your neck inhaling as he went, and you were against your better judgment beginning to feel aroused as well. “I want to feel you beneath me. I want to feel your legs trembling as they hold onto me. I want to fuck you.”

You felt his fangs drag against the flesh of your neck as he brought his face near yours again. He spoke so faintly into your jaw. “Can I?”

So many thoughts flooded back into your brain. Don’t do this. He’s going to shut you out again. You’re angry with him. Don’t give in.

But despite it all, you whispered back, “Yes.”

Much slower than you had anticipated he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. Before, your emotions were running so high you could only decipher a few details, but now with this staring match you took in the sight of him. His dark hair was parted to one side and he was wearing a white button-up shirt with a wine red tie. The red of the tie accentuated his dazzling red eyes that had now seemed to calm their emotion. His gaze was no longer filled with anguish or worry, but lust.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured having you here on this bed beneath me?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Do you know how it makes me feel to want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything but to know I can’t have you?”

It was hard to decipher whether the last part was purely about his sexual desires or if there was an emotional confession hidden below the surface. Regardless, you put both of your hands on his cheeks and felt the smooth, cold skin. “Soobin?”

He closed his eyes and leaned into one of your hands in response.

The breath leaving your lungs hurt as you exhaled. “You already have me.”

Soobin’s eyes slowly opened at that. After a few moments of staring, he finally spoke. “Does that mean I still have a chance to make this right?”

He had hurt you, but you knew deep down your relationship with him was defined by so much more than that. He supported you in your dreams, and he moved your heart in a way no one else ever had. There was no denying it no matter which way you thought about it.

He cared for you.

And you knew without a single doubt in your mind you loved him.

Your thumb ran across his cheekbone as you answered him. “Let's make it right together.”

When his lips met yours this time, your heart swelled so much you thought it might pop. The kiss was slow and delicate, and you finally understood what people meant when they said they felt fireworks. He pulled away to your dismay, but what he did next made your heart nearly stop.

While leaving one hand by your shoulder to support himself above you, he brought the other hand to his tie and loosened it. It had to be the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and you prayed you could somehow tattoo this image to the inside of your eyelids.

“Can you say it again?”

As he removed his tie you slipped your hands down from his cheeks to his solid chest. You were about to begin unbuttoning his shirt but he placed his hand on yours to stop you. Your mind finally processed his request. “Say what?”

He smirked and you felt it between your legs. “Tell me that you’re mine. That I can have you.”

You were practically salivating at the sight of him, so you swallowed hard before replying. “Soobin, I belong to you.”

You heard him mutter a small ‘fuck’ before he was kissing you again. This time more heated and fervent than before. The feeling of his fangs brushing past your tongue as you kissed him made your head spin. He released your hands and assisted you in unbuttoning his shirt. You felt the icy skin of his abs under your fingertips and although your eyes were closed you felt him rip his shirt completely away. You wanted to see him so badly, to drink in the sight of him bare for you, but he wouldn’t break the kiss. It was as if he had an unquenchable thirst for something other than your blood.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You might as well have been completely at the mercy of a being whose complexities you didn’t fully understand. Maybe you would never be able to. Was hell real, and would fucking a vampire seal your fate to go when it was your time? The feeling of Soobin’s lips and one of his hands sneaking down to grip your chest made you realize you couldn’t make yourself care about that. All you cared about was Soobin and how badly you needed him in this moment, and possibly forever.

You turned your head, needing to catch your breath, and he took the opportunity to attack your neck. It was a flurry of kisses and small nicks from his fangs and it made a small moan escape past your lips. You felt him smile against your neck before he murmured, “Do my fangs turn you on? Pervert.”

You wanted to deny it, but he moved away to pull your sweater off your body. You helped him by raising your arms, and the chilled air of his room caused your skin to erupt with goosebumps. It was all so cold, actually, his skin and his kisses.

He seemed to notice your discomfort, because after he had removed your jeans he asked, “Is everything alright?”

You nodded, “Just a little cold.”

He smiled as he unbuckled his belt and slid it off, “You’ll have to get used to that.”

And with that, instant butterflies. This is your first night of many, and he knows it, too.

He sat up leaving his black jeans hanging low on his hips. His smile became something wicked as he slowly crept down your body. He used his big hands to slowly push your legs apart and you could feel your heart rate accelerating.

“I wonder.” He whispered, running his hands up from your knees along your inner thighs, before finally reaching your hips and gently pressing you into his mattress. “I wonder if you’ve ever pictured this like I have.”

He hooked his fingers beneath your underwear and slowly slid them down your legs. You trembled. The anticipation of what was to come, to possibly feel his tongue where you needed him most, was exhilarating.

When they were finally off, he settled his head between your thighs, a strong hand gripping each of them. He gave you one lick along your sex while he looked up at you, and you knew you were a goner. He started slow, gently sucking your clit before releasing your thigh to bring his hand closer to you. He slid in two, long fingers, careful to not move too quickly to hurt you. However, you were eager for more. More movement, more of him. It was a little embarrassing how much just his fingers did for you. He moved them in and out, picking up the pace and seemingly hitting deeper with every plunge. When he curled them upward slightly you became aware of how much you were trembling. His tongue moving on you, his fingers, his other hand rubbing circles on your thigh, it was all too much.

Your hands found his hair and gripped him tightly, causing him to moan into you. The feeling only brought you closer to your high, and through your haze of pleasure you had an idea that sounded so devious, even to you.

“Bite me.”

He didn’t stop, instead, he quickened his pace, fucking you even faster with his fingers. Moans were leaving your mouth almost frantically and you couldn’t stop them. You didn’t want to beg, but you were getting so close, and you knew you would have the orgasm of your life if he listened.

You practically cried out. “Bite me, please.”

You were on the edge now, and he was relentless with his mouth and hand. Strong movements hit just the right spots. He must have felt you were close, because right before you felt yourself topple over the edge he turned his head and bit roughly into your inner thigh.

The now familiar sting of his fangs inside you felt so entirely new in this different spot. The ecstasy from the bite shot all the way through you, and you came so hard it was almost painful. He continued the work of his fingers as he retracted his fangs from you and began to suck. The pleasure kept coming in rolling waves, each peak higher and more intense than the last as he drank from you.

You were practically crying as you pleaded with him, “Too much, too much.”

He removed his fingers softly before delicately detaching his lips from your thigh. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes met yours as he licked your wound and sealed it up. The image of him licking your wound, the smallest bit of your blood smeared across his bottom lip, was going to ruin any other man for you.

Not that you wanted any other man, anyway.

He sat back and began to undo the button on his black jeans, his eyes raking across your skin. “How are you real?”

That caught you off guard. You breathed out, “What?”

“You look and taste so good. It’s unfair.” When he pulled his clothes down your eyes were drawn to him. He was so much bigger than you had imagined, than he had felt through his jeans. The idea that he would be inside you excited and frightened you.

As if he read your mind, he assured you. “You can take it, I’ll be gentle.” Soobin came back down to you, his face so close you could almost taste your own blood on his lips. “Well,” he stroked himself with one hand, “For as long as I can be.”

The taste of you as well as your blood as he kissed you only spurred you on, and you felt the smallest bit guilty at how much it turned you on. You could only dwell on it for a second, however, before you felt him rubbing the head of his cock against you.

“Please.” You mumbled into the kiss, “Please.”

He moved his lips to your jaw, kissing there before demanding, “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Surrendering to him was your only option, you were absolutely drunk off the feeling of his dick against you. But you needed more.

You gripped his shoulders and inhaled deeply. You knew what you wanted, and if you got it, there was a chance the pleasure was going to kill you. You told him anyway. “Please fuck me.”

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the stretch. He took his time, like he was scared to break you, and pushed in slowly. He sighed quietly, obviously feeling a deep relief from finally feeling you around him. A loud hiss left your lips as he reached a certain point, and he paused. “Y/N?”

After you took a moment to adjust, you assured him, “I’m okay.”

“I’m almost fully in, let me know if it’s too much.” You nodded, feeling warm at his consideration for you but also mortified that he wasn’t all the way in yet.

As promised, the burning stretch returned as he bottomed out. Your hands slipped down to grip his biceps. “Fuck.” You cursed, feeling the dangerous mixture of pain and pleasure deep inside as your body began to accept him. He kissed your cheek, your forehead, and your mouth again lightly as he encouraged you.

“You’re taking me so well, my good girl.”

His good girl. The words made you lightheaded, or maybe that was the loss of blood. It didn’t matter, either way, you loved it a little too much.

Soobin’s eyes searched yours for a signal to go, a sign that you were ready, and you couldn’t deny him or yourself much longer. You let your eyes flutter shut and kissed him. He didn’t waste a second after your approval, and you felt him pull all the way out until just the tip was inside.

A moment of loss, and then he plunged forward once more. The fullness was overwhelming to the point tears pricked the corner of your eyes. It wasn’t bad, no, it was amazing. It was beyond what you had imagined when you touched yourself over and over to the memory of being bitten. But it was so much.

Strong, slow strokes rocked you into his bed. He pulled away from your kisses to look at you, and his lips parted in awe. “You look so fucking sexy with those tears in your eyes. Is it too big?” Unable to answer from your immense focus on his movement, you shook your head. He laughed, “That’s right. I know my girl can take it.”

You had just fully adjusted to his size when he began to go quicker. Pleasure was building again much faster than you could handle, and your head could only hold the words ‘fuck’, ‘full’, and ‘Soobin.’ Your mouth chanted the first like it was a mantra as you threaded your fingers through his hair and held on for security. Your legs were trembling as they locked around him and pulled him further into you.

“You feel so fucking good.” He praised you before swooping his head down to your chest. He bit the soft flesh of your breast, not fully sinking his fangs in, but enough to leave a mark. You yelped, and you felt his dick grow impossibly harder inside you in response. “God,” he spoke into the curve of your breasts, “you make such pretty sounds.”

The rhythm of his hips fucking into you was relentless. But just when you thought it was all feeling too much again, his smell everywhere, his huge dick splitting you open, his hands and mouth on your chest, he slid one of his hands down your body until he was softly rubbing circles on your clit.

Despite all the cold of his body, the heat was building. The anticipation of your next orgasm had you delirious, and when he moved his mouth up to your ear you felt the tension snap and you let go.

“Let go, Y/N. Cum on me.”

The pleasure overtaking your being was much like your first time bitten: fire and ice. Heat was exploding inside you in flames of pleasure, burning and eating up all the oxygen in your lungs. But his cold kisses and hands soothed and ached all the same.

As the intensity lessened you finally saw him through the cloudiness of your mind. Soobin’s face, near inches above yours, was contorted with satisfaction. You had been so distracted by your own desires and high that you had missed the ungodly amount of pornographic sounds coming from him. He was muttering a string of quiet ‘fuck’s and ‘oh’s and was sighing and grunting and the closer he got to his high, damn near whimpering.

In the past, your attempts at dirty talk with partners had been awkward and unsuccessful. But this was Soobin, you felt safe with him, and fuck did you want to see him cum. To see his face and hear what sounds he would make. To know his unravelling was your doing.

Your hands left his biceps to slowly travel across his shoulders then down to his chest. His pace was furious, and you noticed how every one of his muscles was taut with exertion. Although somewhat ironic, you kiss his neck. “I love the way you fuck me, Soobin.”

He could only respond with an ‘ah’, and as smooth as you were trying to be, you felt overstimulation creeping in and making you sound breathless.

“Only want you to fuck me.” You moved one hand to hold the back of his neck as you spoke into it. “Only you can have me.”

His dick was twitching inside you as he moved, and you knew he was getting impossibly close. Worried you sounded silly, you spoke your mind and desires to him.

“Want me to bite you? Want to feel it too?”

“Fuck,” his voice was getting louder. “Yes, fuck.”

Remembering the first time he bit and fed from you, you gave him a soft kiss on the soft skin of his neck. A kiss, and then a bite.

He pulled out quickly, and came in spasmic ropes on your stomach. The sound he made was so guttural, so completely carnal in nature, that although you were still coming off the high of being overstimulated, pride swelled in your chest.

When he stopped shuddering, he opened his eyes and gazed down on you. You could only hope you looked as stunning and beautiful as he did in his post-orgasm glow. His hair a wild mess, his lips swollen and red, and his eyes. They were so clear and so full of what could only be identified as adoration.

He brought his face close to yours once more, and kissed you tenderly as if it were the first time over again. It was over for you.

You could only ever belong to him.

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hi!! could we get a list of unique character traits? things like: sweet-tooth, really loves glittery/sparkly eyeshadow, etc. thank you!

List of Interesting Character Traits

Physical

Wearing thick, red eyeliner all the time

Paints each fingernail a different color

Wears an eye patch to look cool

Wears hoodies all the time

Has two identical tattoos, in different locations

Wears fake glasses of various colors

Has n number of same shirts, maybe in different colors

Loves to wear only green

Never goes out without wearing heels

Like to wear flowers/floral scent

Only yellow lamps in their room

Non-Physical

Feeling sleepy after drinking coffee because caffeine does nothing for you and you've just had something warm

Being addicted to childhoos snakes even as an adult and flexing them in bulk now that you don't have you mum to shout at you

Keeping Christmas lights up all year

Huge fan of horror movies because they're genuinely fun

Likes to go out barefoot

Uses empty wine bottles as flower vases

Unlit cigar in their mouth all the time

Chews on the neck of shirts

Listens to songs in languages they can't understand

Loves sweet stuff but will only drink zero coke to cur calories

Has a large gallery of cat/dog photos but doesn't own a pet

Doesn't sweat

Chews gum all the time

Puts water on ceral instead of milk

Types in all caps in chat rooms

Drives barefoot

Likes to eat everything frozen

Wierd Character Traits/Habits

*trigger warning : some of these are embarrassing/dirty, but hey, haven't we all done this at least once...? (please tell me I'm not the only one)

(for characters with long hair) Pulling out a strand of hair stuck between your buttcheeks after a shower

Playing with your breasts as you sit at your desk studying

Lacing your fingers through your toes

Letting that one, wierdly long hair on your toe grow - aka "Lucky Hair"

Smelling your floss string after using it

Scrunching your nose because your nose hairs aren't in the right position somehow(?)

Cutting their own hair with a pair of scissors...even pubic hair

+ I really hope this helps since I nearly died of embarassment writing the last bit haha

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"Shards of a broken mind."

PART TWO OF PROMISE !!!

Remy LeBeau x fem!reader

A/n: you just know I had to write a second part of this!! I'm thinking of making it into a series!! I hope you all enjoy the second part and there's one thing i can promise!! (haha get it, it's the main title) It's a third part!!! once again the themes are still Angst/Comfort and fluff! one warning I will give is a bit of blood and guts talk here and there!! please enjoy!!

Summary: When wade wilson dragged you into the mess you were miserable, mourning and utterly heartbroken but now, after following Wilson and Howlett around for hours, watching them fight you finally get your end of the deal. Seeing a man you thought you'd never see again.

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God, he was annoying. Seriously, did this guy ever shut his damn mouth? Oh what kind of question are we asking here..of course it's no.

Alright, let's take a pause. A quick recap if you will.

So, You’ve lost the love of your life, you’ve been dragged through universes alongside God’s favourite joke, Wade wilson. You’ve ended up stuck between the world’s grumpiest bar hopper, Logan howlett. You watched Wade break some guy's nose and in return the dude tossed you and the other two fools into the universe's personal garbage bin where you’ve ended up meeting with your lost loves..other version? Oh and he also had his own void, other universe version of you. Now you’ve been dragged into fighting this “Cassandra Nova” lady. 

Right, you all caught up? Great.

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God, he was annoying. Seriously, did this guy ever shut his damn mouth? Oh what kind of question are we asking here..of course it's no.

Wade wilson did not know when to shut the fuck up. Ever. Even when he’s seated next to a woman with some very sharp knives on her hips. He just blabbered on about how much of an “honour” this was to him, how sorry he is about..what did he say? Her “blind prince in shining armour”? Yeah..that.

Tensions were a little high between you and a certain Cajun man. The very Cajun who had his hand resting on your knee. Remy didn’t want to overstep the imaginary boundaries but he just couldn’t help it. It all felt so natural. Like nothing bad had ever happened at all. His hold was gentle, not too firm. It was like he was afraid of hurting you. His thumb ran back and forth in a soothing pattern. He stole glances. Desperate eyes watching your dull expression. He was looking for a sign. A sparkle.

He was met with nothing.

You on the other hand, you were having a crisis. The palms of your hands felt sweaty, the usual comfortable leather of your suit felt a little too tight. He had basically cradled you last night. You still remember the way his hands carefully rubbed soothing circles on your back. He was trying to heal a heart that wasn’t his to fix. Something to help him sleep at night, knowing you were safe. I guess the only way to do that was to lay under the covers with him, to let him stroke your hair, to let you inhale his all familiar scent of leather and whiskey. You both indulged in something you shouldn’t have..but it wasn’t like you were looking for a replacement for the other person. No..more like, a fresh start.

“You feeling alright chère?”

His voice was smooth, honeyish and soothing. It was a low murmur. The question was meant for your ears and yours alone.

You nodded. Not trusting your voice enough to give him a verbal answer..instead, you slid your hand on top of his. The rougher fabric of his glove was comfortable. It eased you better than you thought it would. The rush of cool air compared to the warmth of his coat was a nice contrast. You couldn’t help but lean against him, a gentle hum leaving your lips.

“Well, ain’t no point sleepin’ now chère, we’re practically knocking on hell's door. Y’gotta be ready for all o’ dis.”

When you gave no response to his joke, he simply chuckled lightly, shaking his head. God did he have to be so warm? Even in such a life threatening situation, a situation that usually would have alarm bells hollering in your head..you felt so safe.

“Ah- Alright, I see. Repose tes yeux. Gambit’ll wake ya up when y’ready, ma chérie.”

You had a half idea on what he was saying. It probably wasn’t wise to shut your eyes in a speeding car just seconds away from danger but Remy's smooth tone made it seem like such an innocent action. So without a second thought, you shut your eyes. That's when you felt it. A delicate kiss to the crown of your head. How could it be anyone other than Remy?

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Unfortunately, peace does not last forever. Remy woke you up way more carefully then Wade would. His gentle hands shaking your shoulders. Blade stood behind the seats, wielding punishers AT4.

Thank god Remy woke you up when he did or else the sudden swerve of the car and the blast that followed would have surely given you one hell of a whiplash. 

Oh and Wade was eating all of this up, he was grinning like a fool under that damn mask, you could sense it the minute Logan hauled himself out of the trunk. A simple roll of your shoulders and a gentle sigh you were more than ready to get this over and done with. Not that you didn’t care..of course you cared but it just seemed easier to brush things off until they were staring you in the face.

Blades gravely voice broke you from your thoughts. He was more than prepared for this.

“Ooh..this is gonna be good.”

You turned to look out, eyes taking in every little obstacle, each enemy.

“You know how long I've been waiting for dis? Whoo! I’m bout to make a name for myself ‘ere.”

Well, at least someone’s optimistic. That someone being Remy, of course. He turned his head, giving you what possibly could have been the giddiest grin you’ve ever seen. Logan seemed to scowl at the crowd of what might have been to him, punching bags.

“I don’t think you guy’s walk away from this.”

Remy let out a huff of laughter shaking his head before taking a few steps forward. He was so cool and casual about this, like this was such a familiar sight.

“You just make sure people know what happened ‘ere today..and when you get out of 'ere you have a drink for me, oui?”

It was tense. Quiet..only for just a moment. You had one job really, that was it. Kick ass and follow red and yellow as quickly as you could. 

You couldn’t make out who started first but all you knew is that your back was pressed to Elektra’s. She seemed to be shielding you for a brief moment before you broke away. Everything seems to move fast. Too fast for your liking. You can see Remy for a split second before Blade overtakes your vision. Remy’s charged staff. It's glowing purple just like his cards do. You return your attention back to the task at hand. This one guy just won’t let up. He’s heavy too. Harder to hit. He tries to sandwich you against the wall before a sudden flash of purple dazes him and Remy slams into him knocking him down.

“Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi, mon ami? Make some room for my lady, aye!?”

He spares you a glance, making sure you’re unharmed before immediately returning to tossing cards and causing as much damage as he can. You see the way he so effortlessly sticks his cards to his rivals before blowing them up into pieces. Oh..his laugh might just be everything to you and that “my lady”? Oh lord have mercy.

You spot Wade and Logan making a dash for it into the lair. You stay back for just a few moments, you weren't ready to chase after them just yet. You glanced around and set your eyes on Laura. She’s cornered. Completely. It sends a rush of panic through you and your first thought is to go help her. Logan stops you, practically tossing you over his shoulder. Even after you yelled for him to put you down. He did not let go.

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Once you're placed safely on the ground. Despite the huffing and eyerolls, You get to see her again. Cassandra Nova.

“You two escaping I could live with..but coming back? Willingly? Boys are so silly, aren’t they just, darling?”

She turns on you, giving you some kind of..sickeningly kind grin. Wade cuts in, bringing her attention back to him.

“I just need to get home..”

Cassandra sits upright, placing her cup down with a heavy sigh. She shakes her head.

“Well, that's not on the menu I'm afraid. Its death or enslavement. À la carte, of course. Upsy daisy!”

She tossed wade into the air and forced you to take a seat. Wade got the more..harsher treatment. He was tossed through the ceiling and back down..and then into a wall. Ouch.

She turned to Logan and of course..you.

“Finally, it’s nice to give someone else a turn to talk..”

Logan draws his claws, speaking between gritted teeth.

“Not my strong suit.”

He’s quick but she’s quicker. She forced his drawn claws into his thighs before forcing them into the ground. She then turned on you, as if waiting for you to bite her bait. You didn’t.

She leaned down to Logan. Her gaze was soft..

“You are an interesting one..aren’t you? I do feel like you get lost behind all his..”

She imitates Wade’s yapping. Glancing over at you and then back at Logan. A tenderness in her gaze that you couldn’t quite place.

“Deadpool’s are a dime a dozen here in the void..but you, what’s going on in here?”

She places her finger on Logan's forehead. Her tone was one of a sing-song.

She then pushed her finger through his head and..ew. Gross. You could only watch for a few moments before she let him go. She turned to you, making her way over ever so slowly to kneel in front of you.

“And you..You’re brand new..never even heard of you before. Forgive me, I’m curious..”

Oh god now she’s putting her fingers in your head. Gross..does she know what personal space even-

...

You saw him. All of him. A haunting display of imagery you tried so deeply to bury into your mind. To forget.

You’re back where it started..or well, where it ended. Genosha. Except it's just you. You’re sitting in that damn crater. Your dress is torn. You can feel the heated, sticky liquid streaming down the side of your head. Screams are heard but there’s no one around. It’s just a faint background noise. Something’s missing in this scene besides the people. Him. A hero. The corpse of a man who sacrificed his own life for thousands of others. Remy Lebeau, Your Remy, Your Gambit.

“Oh..what have you seen? What did you fight for?..”

Her voice is a soothing whisper. There’s a hand on your back and you know it’s cassandra.

“You lost him..you search for him in every person but a replacement won’t do, you just want him..”

Her voice is a soft coo in your ear, you can feel the hot breath against your cheek as she wipes away the blood. She know’s shes got you the minute your eyes well up with tears. She was right, you missed him so much. You missed the way he’d kiss you. You missed the way he handled you so gently. You missed his voice. You missed him.

But there’s one thing, one flicker that remained in your brain that travelled down to your heart. Increasing its pace.

The Remy you had only briefly met before you both indulged in..what seemed to be a healing romance. You knew he had lost the only thing he had in the void and that was you. Oh you had no idea the level of devotion he had towards you. You were a flicker of hope in a vast waste of nothing.

You knew one thing. Neither of you wanted to replace and force the past to flourish. No. You wanted a future, a fresh start. Love at first sight was bullshit fairytales to you but..hey, it had to be something, right? To him, you were no past time, no bandage to press against the gaping wound of heartbreak, only to tear it off when he felt better. No, you were real, fresh and just as lost as he was. As sick as it was, maybe fate had brought you that way. Tangling you up in heartbreak and loss only to set you free from its grasps once you found home. 

“My darling, I can fix you, this mess..let me fix you. Just let go, you can be anything you want in the void..you can have anything you want..just let me give it to you..”

No.

Hell no. 

And let her force you into a miserable pit of angst? Haunted by the past? Knowing you’re never fully complete?

“No.”

You stared up at her, gaze hard. You knew what you wanted, you knew what you needed and it wasn’t any of her shitty tricks and sticky fingers.

A sudden gasp tore you from the hateful thought train. She looked like she was in pain. Cassandra gasped out and before you could think you were forcefully pulled out of your mind.

Of course. They’d only gone and done it. Juggernaut’s helmet.

You took a moment to gain your train of thought, feeling a little dazed..and emotional.

“There’s an enya box set?”

..Okay, thanks Wade. Cool. Well atleast your alive.

The two men begin to bicker over who gets to kill Cassandra before a set of bullets tear through the air and strike Cassandra.

“You have no idea what it's like! Day after day, shovel the shit, fetch the meats!! I have spent my entire exis-”

Logan knocks him out before he can even finish. A scoff leaving his lips.

“Not everyone gets a speech.”

Logan and Wade bicker about taking the helmet off before Logan finally gets him to crack and let her go. Allowing her to heal the bullet holes. Wade immediately cowers when she turns on him.

“Don’t you dare do me like Johnny!”

You rise to your feet, using Wade's arms to help you stand. You can’t hear Logan, your brain feels a little too blurry right now..

“..An amateur magician rolled through here a while back..I killed him, of course. Wore his skin around for four days. But, I found this little trinket on his lovely fingers!”

You watch as she proceeds to open a gateway..all the way back to Wade's universe.

“..I’d say you have about four seconds before your Alioths food.”

Wade nudges you before nodding to Logan.

“Race ya.”

Wade has you by the arm. He’s pulling you along and only then, is that when you see him. Remy. He’s barged into and you can’t help him. Is he in pain? You can’t tell. He spares a glance up at the three of you. At you. His expression is unreadable at first but he looks devastated the moment it settles. He just got you back and you're leaving again. It breaks his heart but he’s proud. You survived. His little firecracker. The one who always pulls through in the end. 

You didn’t want this. If anything, you wanted to stay with him, in the void. You just want him to hold you the way he did last night. You can’t bear the thought of never experiencing that again.

There’s a flicker of something in his expression. A grin.

He knows he’ll see you again.

After all..

The odds have always been in his favour.

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Jet Set - Paige Bueckers x Reader

this idea is from @princessrailgun-blog !! i hope you like this 🥲😛

plot: y/n attends university in windham, connecticut (semi close to storrs) and is on a flight from florida back to connecticut! on this flight she meets paige and the rest of the uconn wbb team

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Your leg shook as you anxiously waited for your plane to board. You had only been on one solo flight before, that being your flight to Florida only a week prior. Flying alone had probably been one of the most nerve wracking experiences of your entire life, but it ended up being a fun experience. You’d flown to Florida to enjoy a girl’s trip with some of your friends from high school. While it was a memorable and fun experience, you definitely were not looking forward to this flight back.

“Now boarding Group B! Boarding for Group B!” You groaned. Of course they would call your group before you’d finished mentally preparing yourself. You stood up and grabbed your carry on tote bag, and got in the line. In front of you seemed to be a sports team, because they were all wearing similar colors and warm ups. They were chatting amongst themselves until you saw out of the corner of your eye someone staring at you. She was the tall blonde girl of the group. You weren’t sure if she was making fun of you in her head, judging you, or something else so you decided to give a classic little wave and a “Hi!”

She seemed surprised and stuttered a bit as she began speaking, “Uhhh hi! I’m Paige, nice to meet you!” You smiled at her and just nodded, you being shy and not really knowing what to say. “You going to Connecticut too?” She asked you. You looked at her and giggled. “Doesn’t this flight only go to Connecticut?” Paige’s eyes widened and she wanted to choke herself for saying something that sounded so dumb. “Oh. Yeah. Right. Haha, just messing with you.” You shook your head as she winked at you. The line kept moving and it was finally your turn to board. You showed your boarding pass to a flight attendant and she directed you to your seat: 35A. You were pretty happy with your seat (it was a window seat!) and it only had another seat next to it instead of the usual 3-seater. You put your bag in front of you and slid into your seat.

Then, you saw the same pretty blonde girl walk up. She looked at you then back down at her boarding pass. “I guess your stuck with me for this flight, I’m sorry about that!” You rolled your eyes and just smiled at her. With your nerves fading into oblivion you decided to be a little bold. “Don’t be sorry, I was hoping I could get to know you a little better.” Her cheeks got a little rosier and she looked the other way. “I’m Paige, by the way.” You extended your hand to her, “I’m Y/n! So were you in Florida for a school trip or something?”

“Sort of, I’m on the Uconn Basketball team and we played a game in Florida on Friday.”

“No way! That’s so cool! Did you guys win?”

“Yeah, we won. It was a pretty easy game honestly, but uh you should come see for yourself sometime. What part of Connecticut are you in?”

“I’ll have to see, definitely ;). I’m in Windham, that’s not too far right?” Suddenly the plane started to take off and it bolted down the runway. All your nerves flooded back to you and you froze in your seat. Paige looked over at you worriedly, “Y/n? Hey, you ok?” You nodded and tried your best to fake a smile at her. “I’m fine, just a little freaked out by planes is all.”

Paige nodded and looked down at your hand. Would that help you? If she squeezed your hand? She thought about the pros and cons of her boldness. She could squeeze your hand and you would either be forever grateful and in debt to her and fall in love with her, or you would think she’s a total weirdo and in that case she could just never talk to you again after she got off that plane. Paige decided to follow through on her bold move and reached down to squeeze your hand. Your palms were sweating with nervousness. She rubbed her thumbs against the outside of your hand in an effort to calm you down.

“I know touching pressure points can help with nerves sometimes, I get it. Take some deep breaths I promise you’re gonna be safe. You need some water.” You just shook your head and stared at her. “No, I’m good. I just really don’t wanna look out the window right now.” Paige nodded her head, she knew you needed a distraction to help you calm down a bit. “Okay, I gotcha. Just look at me then. Wanna play 20 questions? That way I can get to know the brain behind that pretty face.”

You weren’t sure if Paige was flirting with you organically or if it was just in an effort to calm you down. Either way you appreciated it, and found yourself immersed into the game of 20 questions with her. You learned about how she grew up in Hopkins, Minnesota. How her favorite color was purple. How she’d torn her ACL and how hard it was to recover from that for her. You told her a lot about yourself as well. From where you grew up, to your family life, your college experience, your favorite color, favorite food, you name it she was asking you about it.

“Attention passengers,” said the flight attendant on the intercom, “we are getting ready to descend into Connecticut. Please put your seatbelts back on and thank you for flying with us today!” You frowned. It had been 2 and a half hours already? That was weird. Talking with Paige seemed like it only lasted minutes.

“Awe, already? Man, I’m not ready to stop talking with you! I still had more questions to ask you!” Paige threw her hands in the air jokingly and slouched in her seat. You giggled at the girl’s antics. “Well, the flights not over yet. I think we have time for a couple more questions.”

Paige smirked at you. “Well I’ve only got one left for you right now, Y/n.”

“And what is that, Paige?” Paige leaned in close and

“When am I invited to Windham to see you again?”

You blushed and laughed nervously. “Well that just depends. When are you going to ask me out on a date?”

“As soon as we land.”

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hello!1!!!1

been on your blog for a while and never had the guts to send a request/chit chat w you (still don't qvq)

but the recent request had me giggling about it

imagen when gf and Saiki's sis having sleepovers or skin-care day they make Kusuo turn into his girl form (kuriko) so it's all girls' day

or if Saiki's sis tagged along into one of their outing dates instead of being a third wheel she becomes their child always checking up on her and making sure she is full if they ever eat out and having a day on where they are going

or on cold days gf makes sure the Saiki duo is all warmed up and dressed well and fixes any of their outfits if she sees sm wrong with it

gf just becoming a mom friend to sis saiki is just<333

(also this audio stuck into me when I was thinking about your HC)

((sis:you could kiss anyone in this world. who would it be ?

gf: my handsome boyfriend kusuo

sis: the shit Don't count you would do that anyway

gf: Saiki kuriko

sis: THE DOESN'T COUNT

kuriko: why are you trying so hard for??))

HIIII! Well I’m glad you finally came around dear!! Im very happy to hear from you <33 Don’t be afraid to request as long as they’re open and you can talk to me anytime!! 💗💗

I was so happy with how it turned out and I’m ecstatic to see you enjoyed it as well! 😊

That is honestly such a cute and wholesome idea!!! I just know I’m gonna love writing for this so much 😭💗

I didn’t know the audio at first but I looked it up and that’s HILARIOUS 😂 it fits for Kuriko so much ‼️💥💥

(Head up I’m gonna write with you as Saiki’s sister again bc that’s the post you mentioned! 💞)

sleepovers with kuriko are awesome because you can do whatever you want and he she (ahem im going to use she/her pronouns for now since this is kuriko) really doesn’t care since your her favorite people 😊

face masks? Her reaction: 😐 playing in each others hair? Her reaction: 😐 karaoke? Her reaction: 😐 (heads up she’s not gonna sing 🥲

if you were to some how convince her to sing by using your cutest puppy dog eyes (or bribery…coffee jelly) she’d be the type to say the words more than she’s singing 😅💗

the thought that counts riiiight? (She’s totally the type to just claim she can’t sing so it sounds like she’s talking😂😂)

you can dress her up in whatever she has in her closet too! Which is really fun because you get to go through it and see what kind of fashion style she has

like ik we see her fashion sense already because she obviously chooses her own clothes lol—my point is it’s always fun to go through other peoples closets and look at everything in they’re wardrobe 😂

you could even steal a few items and she wouldn’t care 🥹💓

btw all of this goes for both you and her girlfriend 😌

I can imagine one of you doing her hair while the other does her skin care routine (that the two of you made for her because I know she’s the type to just wash her face and that’s it- nothing wrong with that tho- that’s what I do..)

that’d be adorable 🥹💞

gf x saiki + child is your troupe 😂🩷

literally tho, think of their stay at home dates as that one episode where saiki, that random little kid he had to babysit and teruhashi was watching tv

except saiki and his girlfriend is actually dating-

and she adores you and loves having you there :)

she’ll let you crash their date any day (not literally crash but yk haha) and you could pick the show too!

Saiki may or may not be annoyed by this but he loves you both so he won’t say anything 😅💕

motherly gf always getting you extra snacks before you even ask

motherly gf letting you have the first and last grabs of every snack (SHE A W FOR THIS ONE-)

motherly gf letting you play in her hair

motherly girlfriend packing extra snacks for you when you go to their dates💞

motherly gf who considers you two sisters already

motherly gf who remembers the things you forget before you go for an outing

motherly gf bringing a hairbrush with her everywhere just in case of girl code 😌💓

motherly gf who doesn’t let you miss a meal and will steal from saiki to feed you (he can just apport more food even if you have powers too he’ll be fine 😊)

motherly gf who calls saiki to make sure YOUR sleep (😂😂) and say goodnight 🥰

motherly gf who don’t play about grades because you need to have an education no matter what you’ll be in life (which she’ll support with Saiki’s entire wallet 😊🌷) and WILL get the shoe/belt on you🤨😱 (dw it’s an empty threat)

motherly gf who takes you out for ice cream no matter what grade you get because she loves you and doesn’t wanna put too much pressure on you so she’ll simply help you study more instead of berating you🥹💓💓

saiki loving his gf being motherly to you and watching her take care of you all the time with a slight smile you never see

saiki feeling inspired to be kinder to you because of her even if you get on his nerves 🥹

which reminds me to talk abt!!

if you and Saiki get along! <3

if you do the holy trinity has formed no matter your religion and you 3 are an adorable trio (tell me why I forgot what a group of 3 was and had to search it up🧍‍♀️)

you guys go everywhere, do everything and talk about everything together 🩷

the three of you are inseparable and both you and your brother’s as well as his girlfriend’s parents find this to be the cutest thing

ngl I must say myself it’s very refreshing to see a couple and one of their sibling get along with no jealousy 😃(💗)

if you and saiki dont get along..😱

gf would probably force you two to talk it out whenever you argue

simply because she loves you both and wouldn’t want to sneak around talking to her two favs just because one of you is mad the other accidentally ate the other’s chips >:( (😂)

Especially with the awkwardness of being in between the disagreements where your just looking back and forth at the comebacks- 😃😅

if you have powers and gf knows abt it

she’d be pretty chill abt it seeing as though I’m pretty sure she knows about Saiki’s

she’d be interested to see if your powers are different in any way

or entirely different ones themselves!

she’d wonder if your parents have any too (after meeting the dad she’d think twice- 😂)

if your more open to using them in public or at all she’d ask for small favors if your willing to do them <33

if you have powers and gf doesn’t know abt it yet

you and your brother likely work together to keep her from finding out

whatever reasoning you have for not wanting others/her to find out- he gets it.

in this situation it’s ultimately up to you whether you tell her or not, and whether she knows about Saiki’s powers too

she’s definitely not stupid so you might have to work over time to hide it from her 😃

and there were plenty of close calls- 😁

if you don’t have powers at all that’s perfectly fine by her!! She loves he baby sister either way 😚

your parents allow her to come over unannounced and at any time!

they send her home with leftovers whenever she comes over for dinner

they’ve exchanged numbers with her parents (they’ve showed each other y’all baby pictures 😀)

Both your families have gone out to trips/fun places together which are a total blast! 💫😊

sleepovers whenever you want + your/her mom brings snacks occasionally = best night EVER🩷 (it’s super fun having to keep your giggles down while dressing up kuriko and her quickly turning back into a boy with a face mask and clips in his hair whenever one of your parents walk in🤣💗)

they absolutely adore her and are eagerly waiting for your brother and hers’ wedding! (I’m sure you are too💗—ahhh you’ll be the bridesmaid!)

I can totally see that audio being a funny moment between the 3 of you and I can’t stop giggling at it 😂😂

She literally just went to kuriko when you said no Kusuo- ngl ik that’s right🤣🤣💞

Yikes this took wait too long for me to get out- 😀 Here it is my dear!~ your headcanons are—

Served.~🍽️

-Brook🏴‍☠️ YOHOHOHOHO

[lafiametta]

Im so glad im not the only one still stuck on anora x igor😭😭 love them sm

As for a 1 word prompt i think hug could result in something sweet or even unexpected, but i could also leave a word-vomit here and maybe you’ll feel inspired by one of them:)) so let me just

ride, dinner, dance, call, sweatpants, beach, couch, deli

Haha, thank you for all the prompts! I’m going with the first one, but I may come back to some of the others because they’re so good! :)

She wakes a little before two and shuffles into the kitchen. It’s quiet, so Vera must be out somewhere. There’s a quarter of the Honey Nut Cheerios left, which she eats while absently scrolling through TikTok. None of it’s particularly interesting, so she flips over to her texts. There’s one from Vera (“went 2 nico’s. get more tp at the store thx”) and a string of messages from Lulu, detailing some kind of crazy shit that went down last night involving two of their new dancers, a stolen g-string, hair-pulling, and a broken bottle of Cristal.

The last one, sent an hour ago from a contact she put into her phone as Hunchback Weirdo, is in all-caps, as if he didn’t fully trust himself with punctuation.

COME BY AT 3 OK?

She holds down the text and sends a thumbs-up reaction. He’s been coming by her house every Sunday at three for the last month and a half and he doesn’t really need to text each time, but she knows he likes to check with her to make sure it’s alright.

They don’t ever stay at the house that long—normally she just grabs her jacket and meets him on the porch, then they head in the direction of the beach. It’s only a few blocks to the boardwalk, a wide expanse that somehow feels just big enough for the two of them to walk side-by-side. It was awkward at first—neither of them really knew what to say after everything that had happened in his grandmother’s car—but after a while the quiet grew easier, and they learned how to talk in ways that seemed safe. He talks about his grandmother a lot, and about growing up in Russia. Ani’s childhood stories are far less heart-warming, so she avoids them, instead detailing all the things Vera—or Vera’s shitty boyfriend—had done to piss her off that week, along with anything fun or outrageous that had happened at work. She’s got a job at a new club now, secured through a glowing reference from Jimmy, and like any place full of drunk men and insecure women, there’s always drama.

They don’t ever talk about what happened in the car.

She thinks about it sometimes, the memory pulling deep and hard in her chest, a strange mixture of shame and sadness and gratitude that she doesn’t know where to put. Being around him makes it a little easier, which is why when he comes by she always goes with him, despite how fucking strange the whole thing really is.

A minute after three there’s a knock at the door—Ani’s already in her jacket, fingers flipping back the deadbolt.

It’s warmer out today, a tiny promise of spring, but the wind is brisk and tugging against her hair and cheeks, and she sinks deeper into the bulk of her jacket. Igor’s only in a black hoodie; she doesn’t ask him if he’s cold.

Along the boardwalk, there are older men in rumpled suits and women in headscarves sitting together on benches. A kid runs along the beach, trying to get a kite to lift into the air. For a moment, they’re walking close enough that their fingers brush together and Ani quickly stuffs her hands into her pockets, doing her best to ignore the unsteady feeling in her stomach.

By the time they get down to Coney Island the feeling has subsided enough that she lets him buy her a pretzel, which she eats piece by piece against the metal railing overlooking the beach while he smokes.

She’s already told him about Nico, how he had clogged their toilet two days ago and then fucked everything up more by continuing to flush, the whole thing overflowing and ruining their bathmat.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” she mutters. “I can’t believe my sister lets him fuck her.”

She laughs a little, although it’s mostly a sigh, and then lets the silence settle around them as they stare out at the mostly empty beach. He hasn’t finished the cigarette yet, so she reaches out for a quick drag.

“So how’s Garnik doing?” she asks as she hands it back, not realizing until she asked that part of her was actually curious. She wasn’t surprised he hadn’t mentioned Vanya or the Zakharovs at all, but it seemed a little weird he never said anything about the two Armenians, who he probably still saw all the time.

“Garnik?”

“Yeah, Garnik. His face still look like a fuckin’ raccoon?”

Igor shrugs, then drops the cigarette butt to the ground and stomps it out with the toe of his sneaker. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know how your boss’s face looks?”

There’s a tiny shake of his head, and he turns to lean back against the railing. “I don’t work for him. For any of them.”

The words cut through her more strongly than the wind, leaving only questions in their wake.

“Since when?” she asks.

He turns his face to finally look at her, those blue eyes trained on hers in a way that always felt like she was something worth looking at. She had hated it at first—the intensity behind it—but now she’s wondering what it was really trying to convey.

“Since we come back from Vegas.”

For a moment she’s uncharacteristically speechless. He hadn’t worked for them since Vegas? He had quit his job—for what? For her? No, that made no sense. What was she to him? She had been a problem he had been sent to fix, a rock in someone else’s shoe, and then she had fucked him and cried all over him and run away. And now? She still has no fucking clue what they are. But she had thought she had been left alone to handle all of it, and he’s telling her that she’s not alone, that he walked away to meet her on the other side. And he’s here, with her, knocking on her front door every Sunday, trading stupid stories with her as they follow the path along the beach, looking after her in a way she hadn’t really understood until this moment.

He’s standing here, next to her, the March wind whipping against the fabric of his hoodie.

Ani steps closer until she’s right in front of him, her arms reaching out to tightly curl around his back. She remembers the feel of him, the warmth, and leans in, her cheek pressing up against the top of his shoulder. There’s a moment of hesitation—she hopes it’s only out of surprise—and then his arms wrap solidly around her, drawing her into the hug.

“Hi,” he says, the sound soft, like laughter.

“Hey,” she says, like she’s saying it for the first time.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[pantherial]

Prologued Plasters

CHILDE X GN READER

.ᐟsynopsis✎ being a Fatui means to be bound by duty for whichever task you're assigned to. but what is that supposed to mean when you're sworn to see your best friend hurt? Injury Fic

.ᐟcw✎ prev canon childe, 1k words, as fluffy as you'd expect an injury fic to be, not graphic, ajax used instead of childe, ajax injured, he's fine with it, you're not, the two of you are novices and said to be younger than most of the fatui workers on duty with you, no beta we die like the author after tumblr crashed twice writing this portion!

TAGLIST: in golden silks; @aritsukemo

“Ow- ow! Be more gentle!” He yelped as you cleaned the wound on his face with a pointed scoff.

The flesh burned with irritation at the alcohol. If not for the pain that struck through him at the contact of your cotton swab, Ajax might have savored the warmth a bit more.

You glared at him, your eyebrows furrowed with what he'd describe as misplaced anger. 

“You were careless, and now I have to take care of you,” You pressed the cotton into his skin again, wiping off the blood simultaneously. “If you keep getting injured at this rate, we'll run out of supplies before we reach Станция* in time.” 

Ajax huffed, his hands dug into the cushion you allowed him to sit on. His knees folded awkwardly in a way that made him wince, stretched out on the ground but rotated just to accommodate your presence.

Your hands lingered near his face, and he could still feel the warmth of you in the cold night. 

It was dark in the medicinal tent the two of you were in. As the youngest recruits on this mission, it made sense the two of you stuck together.

More often than not he'd see you doing menial tasks that fatui already slacking off devoted to you. 

When he approached you that day, it wasn't out of pity. Ajax knew more than well you could hold your own. He's seen one careless fatuus leave your inspection more wounded than they went in (though it was probably their ego that suffered the most.) 

“Why are you carrying those boxes?” He asked, startling you with his sudden arrival.

You could barely see him, aside from the peaks of ginger poking out from your line of vision and the canitude that desaturated his eyes. 

You steadied the grip of the boxes in your gloved hands “The supplies? Well, It's my duty–” 

Ajax rolled his eyes, “It's also theirs but I don't see anybody else helping you out.” He saw your jaw tighten, if he looked closer he could probably see the goosebumps trailing up your neck.

“Are you offering?” You snapped him out of his thoughts with a sweet voice, your words light and airy on the breeze of snezhnayan snow. 

You sounded warm, like the liquid wax of a candle.

“Oomphf-!” Ajax jumped, his arms carried a weight that he wasn't prepared for. 

The surprise of it made him lose his footing slightly, only to see your smug face staring at him. The twitch of your lip as you watched him struggle just for a few moments was indelible.

“Pft-!” Ajax broke into a cascade of giggles, much to your confusion. “Haha-! Aah, sorry! Sorry!”

You deadpanned at him, words falling flat on your tongue. “Just follow me,” you instructed. “Weirdo.” You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear, subtlety wasn't your strong suit, was it?

“Heeey! Hey, first off, I'm not a weirdo. Second, I know where I'm – hey wait up!” Ajax followed after you, catching up with the footprints in the snow. Purposefully slotting his shoes in the dents set by you on the snow floor.

Since then you couldn't shake him off of you. The two of you fell into a cycle of following each other, watching as they did their work before one of you got summoned to do something.

You had weeks to fall into that schedule, the journey across snezhnaya being a cruel and tedious one. You'd probably get weeks more, if not months, just within each other's company.

But then, that was tested. A group of treasure hoarders ambushed the travelling fatui. Like the fool he was, Ajax too hopped in to defend his comrades.

But now he was in the care of you, as the actual medical expert tended to the soldiers with heavier injuries.

“C'mon, this little thing is barely a scratch,” Ajax hummed, bringing your fingers a bit closer with the guiding weight of his. “See? I'm fine.” 

Your fingers trembled as they pressed against his skin. Your lips curled downwards, frowning at him, or rather what was on him.

“But what if you weren't? What then?” Just as he was about to respond you just him off, bottom lip curled in frustration, your thumb digging into the wound you just cleaned. “You were so so careless. You should've seen how Sergant Roteya was hurt. His arm– There was so much–” 

Ajax could feel the stinging burn of your nails.

“That could have been you, Ajax.” The pain stung. 

“It's your duty, right?” Ajax voiced, watching as your eyes seemed more glossy than he realized. “You'll help me, or just, be by my side whenever I get hurt. You'd care for me, just for a little while.” 

Ajax could already feel the guilt gnawing at his chest, placing such a heavy request on you. 

Yet you wiped the corner of your eyes with your other hand, the one that wasn't occupied digging into his skin, not bemused by his selfishness. 

And then he leaned into your touch, accepting the itching feeling of your nails on vulnerable skin, your pulse so close to his. Then you noticed, quickly pulling your hand back. 

“Fine. It is my duty. But you're only getting a little favoribility from me. I'm not prioritizing you.” Ajax only let out an amused huff. 

“What's the difference?” He smirked, watching as life finally started to come back to your face.

“The difference is that, I'm not lecturing you right now about your knee.” You pointed at him accusingly. Ah, you really did notice. To which he rose his hands to placate you.

“It wasn't on my mind..?” Ajax offered a lame excuse.

“Gosh, you're acting like a child. You could've at least told me when it ‘was on your mind’ but no…” 

Even as you droned on about proper doctor-patient etiquette. He didn't interrupt you with the pointed exclamation that you weren't exactly holding up your promise on ‘not lecturing him.’

Even after you'd stuck a beige plaster against his blood tinted cheeks (and glared at him when you noticed his nails picking at the fresh bandaid) and bandaged his knee, the two of you just enjoyed the distraction of each other's company.

Ajax felt warm with you, in these moments just looking at you move with a liveliness he had the privilege of seeing.

Even if he knew these moments would be short in the length of the day, he savored them.

“... are you still listening?” 

“Of course I am.”

He wouldn't want to miss these casual minutes with you. 

*Станция - station

You place this book back on the shelf, should you allow yourself to wonder a moment more? The archivist advised you to make yourself comfortable within these pages. View more? Or leave the archives for now?

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

hc where minho gets his head stuck in one of those tight stage shirts, and instead of helping chan just tickles him, claiming he's "trying to help" LMAO

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 788

𝙖/𝙣: it has been one year since i posted my first fic, hoodie, which was also a minchan fic, so to celebrate, here's another! happy hoodie day, everyone <3

𝙩/𝙬: rough and soft tickles, minho gets stuck

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: channie

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“Whooo…” Minho sighed. “What a performance.” He groaned at the way the tight, stiff material of his shirt hugged his curves, not allowing for an ounce of breathing room. 

Chan shut the door to their hotel room behind him, fondly smiling as the dancer practically teleported to the suitcases to find something more comfortable to wear. 

“Ahhh…” Minho finally found his hoodie and sweats, immediately grabbed the hem of his shirt while Chan was searching for his sweatpants. 

Minho, desperate to get out of the stiff shirt that made his chest hurt, pulled it sharply over his head. 

Then it happened. 

“…Hyung?”

Chan turned to see what happened, just to let out a strangled laugh and hyena like cackles when Minho tugged at his arms, pinned high above his head by the shirt. 

The leader could hear a small grunt and Minho’s head popped up, hair disheveled and face slightly pink from embarrassment. "I might have been a teensy bit hasty..."

“Oh, Min…” Chan sighed, clearly amused. He walked over to the struggling dancer and traced along the shape of his pecs, causing poor Minho to squeak and stumble a little. 

Chan hissed in sympathy at the red marks along Minho’s torso, the shirt’s friction causing scarring to appear. 

He got the lotion, laying Lino down on the bed. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. 

“Aah—HAHA Hyung p-please just get the freaking shirt ohofff!!” Minho giggled cutely, squirming as Chan massaged the lotion into his upper torso. 

“Stay still or I’ll get your armpits too.” Chan deadpanned, fondness surging in his chest as Minho turned scarlet, suddenly letting out a boisterous squeal when Chan massaged the lotion into his belly button. 

“Does it tickle, Minnie?~” Chan teased, spidering around the area as Minho thrashed and cackled his heart out. 

“HYUHUHUNG HYUNG I CAHAHAN’T MOHOHOVE!!” Minho was teary eyed already, cute smile spread wide across his red, flushed face. 

“Oh, I know. Shouldn’t have gotten yourself stuck, huh?” Chan moved his fingers, gently spidering up the bare torso in front of him, earning shrieks and high-pitched giggles from the poor dancer. 

Hands massaged the lotion gently into his armpits, and Minho screamed, legs drumming frantically behind Channie. 

“NOHOHONONO IHIT TIHIHICKLES PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Minho threw his head in every direction, letting out a plethora of happy little noises that had Chan’s heart almost exploding in cute aggression. 

“You’re too cute, I really can’t take it.” Chan mused, leaning down to kiss his little kitten on the cheek. 

He decided to give the younger a break, moving to his neck instead. Tracing along the area, he relished in Minho’s whimpery, cute giggles. 

“It’s so nice isn’t it? You act so tough in front of the fans and the others, but here, I have you giggling and squealing like this…all for me…” Chan sighed contentedly. Min squeaked at the leader’s words, teary eyes looking up at Channie with almost all the love in the world. 

“But of course, there are times where I need to get you back for all the mischief you’ve caused.”

Minho’s eyes widened before all hell unleashed. 

Chan ducked his head down, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the warm skin of the kitten’s waist and belly button, hands reaching to knead torturously into the boy’s ribs, outstretched from all the thrashing he had done. 

Minho howled, stilling to let out a deafening scream before descending into the loudest laughter Chan had ever heard from him. 

“STAHAHAHAAHAP OHO MY GOHOHOHOSHH—PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

His arms trembled in the shirt, tears dripping into the collar as he cackled and laughed and squealed until his throat went hoarse. 

It was torture, but it felt so nice to laugh and laugh and not think of anything but how much happiness Min felt. He could feel his mind practically melting under Channie’s fingers. 

“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCHH!! HYUHUHUNG I CAHAHAHANT I CANT STAHAHAP STOP STAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE AGHH!!” Minho babbled, laughter interrupting again. He was sure this was the worst wrecking of his life, he was unable to even think straight anymore. 

Before he could even comprehend it, his shirt came loose; Channie had stopped and had pulled it properly off of him. Minho felt unrelenting sleepiness overwhelm him, giggling hysterically and panting for air. 

“You okay, kitten?” Chan asked, slipping the dancer’s once-abandoned clothes onto his boneless frame. 

“Mhm…yeheheah…” Min mumbled, an unfamiliar need for the older next to him leading to the kitten grabbing Chan’s waist and pulling him into an open hug. 

Channie smiled as Minho shyly buried his head into his chest, arms slipping under the dancer to hold his sides, warmth seeping into his body. 

“…I’ll ask them to give you looser shirts.”

“That would be for the best.”

[riotwritesthings]

The Tale of the Widower (is there a fridge or not?)

WinterIron - M, 12k - Angst, Fluff, Humor, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Everyone-is-a-shield-agent!AU, Mission fic, Canon-typical violence, excessive flashbacks, assumed character death, happy ending

Bucky is one of the top agents of SHIELD. He's also a brooding badass. One of his teammates is determined to learn a little more about him.

There is quite a bit of, lets say assumed character death. Please please check on the end notes of the story here on A03 if you want to see the spoilery tags before you dive in

Fun fact I have owed this fic to the lovely and infinitely patient @saganarojanaolt for like. 4 years now. Here you go BB you probably forgot all about it haha

~~~

Bucky spins the ring that hangs from the chain around his neck and resists the urge to sigh heavily, again.

He can feel the newest agent staring at him, but he’s easy enough to ignore. Bucky’s never thrilled to be working with fresh-faced baby agents. Even if SHIELD is incredibly thorough with their training, it still makes him twitchy. He much prefers working with people that he knows can handle themselves, that he won’t have to worry about slipping up and getting themselves killed.

But apparently, he can’t expect to be teamed up with Steve for every mission, which Bucky still thinks is bullshit. He’s filed several complaints about it.

Instead he’s stuck with a different team, and at least Natasha is the one running things on this mission, he really hates taking orders from people he doesn’t know. He has worked with two of the other agents before too, Van Dyne and Natasha’s sister, and has no real complaints about either of them. But there’s also one agent Bucky has never even seen before, and he never loves working with new kids.

Especially because Bucky is well aware that he has a reputation. According to Sam and Natasha and everyone he’s something of a legend around HQ, both for his brutal efficiency and just for the fact that he’s lifelong friends with the top agent Steve Rogers. Bucky doesn’t understand it, honestly, but he quickly learned it was easier to just ignore all the stares and whispers.

He spins the ring on his necklace again, lets it clatter softly against his dog tags and runs his flesh fingers over the engraved words.

They have a long flight ahead of them, so Bucky lets his mind drift.

~~~

Bucky wakes up with a tuft of Tony’s fluffy hair stuck to his lips.

He’s still waiting for the day he finds it annoying, but three years in Bucky is still smiling widely as he carefully plucks strands of hair from his mouth. A quick glance over at the clock confirms the alarm will be going off soon anyway, so Bucky drags both of his hands down Tony’s strong back, digging his fingers into the muscle and smiling wider when Tony shifts against him. Tony lets out a sound caught somewhere between a complaint and a pleased hum as Bucky does it again, pushing his fingers up into Tony’s hair and scratching lightly at his scalp to pull a sound almost like a purr from Tony.

“Too early,” Tony grumbles, his breath warm and his arms tightening around Bucky a little more.

“It’s seven minutes before the alarm,” Bucky says with a huff of laughter.

“Too. Early.” Tony says again and throws a leg over Bucky as well, clinging to him tighter. Bucky laughs again and continues dragging his fingers through Tony’s hair.

When the alarm goes off Tony’s hand instantly snaps out to slap it silent, and Bucky tugs lightly at his hair.

“Now it’s time to wake up, sugar,” Bucky says and grins when Tony lets out another grumpy whine of complaint. Bucky tugs at his hair again and Tony finally lifts his head, pouting at Bucky with his eyes barely open, and Bucky leans in enough to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before saying, “Morning, sunshine.”

“Damn you and your early mornings,” Tony grumbles in response, blinking slowly and clearly fighting down a smile.

“That’s your alarm,” Bucky reminds him, pausing for Tony to let out another groan before adding, “For your early meeting-“

“Nooo-“

“-Which you told me to make sure you get up for,” Bucky finishes, and then laughs when Tony smashes his face into Bucky’s sternum. The movement of his chest has Tony’s head bouncing in place, wild tufts of hair tickling Bucky’s face again.

“Awful, I quit,” Tony mutters into his skin, and then hums and arches up into it when Bucky drags his palms down the warm line of Tony’s back.

“And here I set the alarm a little early,” Bucky says with a regretful sigh, his hands dipping lower, “but if you’re going to quit I might as well go start my workout. Since you’ll be home all day now.”

There’s a moment of silence while Tony processes that, and then he lifts his head again to fix Bucky with an impressive pout. “You are not going to leave me here-“

“Well if you’re quitting-“

“In this nice warm bed-“

“Then you’ll be in bed all day-“

“All alone-“

“And you’ll still be here when I get back.”

They’re both failing to fight down wide smiles by the end of the mock-argument, and Tony rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh as he says, “Fine, I’ll go to the stupid early meeting.” Then he presses a little closer, looking much more awake as he smirks and adds “If you can convince me.”

Bucky grins back, pulling Tony fully on top of him.

~~~

“Alright team, look alive,” Natasha calls, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts and back to the present, to the dull roar of the Quinjet’s engines and the quickly dying hum of conversation around him. “We’re about to hit the drop zone, ” Natasha says, “any last minute questions, now is the time.”

The jet explodes into motion around him as people grab and double-check their gear. Yelena quadruple checks her many vest pockets while the greenest agent, Lang maybe, shifts his weight anxiously and asks for the hundredth time the exact odds they’ll run into one of the random Hydra patrols, and Bucky just sighs again as he pushes himself slowly to his feet. He hadn’t done anything but sit and half-doze, so all he has to do is sling his rifle over his shoulder and he can join Natasha in looking over the map of the heavily wooded mountainside.

A heavy silence settles over the jet as they begin to descend over one of the few areas on the mountain clear enough to allow it, and before they dip below the tops of the trees Bucky barely spots the couple of trails of smoke that indicate their target. The prepared safehouse is just outside the small village, and all they need to do is make it there without running into any of the patrols.

When Natasha gives the word Bucky is the first one to hit the ground, eager to get himself to focus on the mission, not on places he’d rather be.

For a minute it actually seems like they’ll make it to the safehouse without incident, moving slowly through the trees as a tight group, but then the soft growl of an ATV engine breaks the quiet. A short whistle of alert from Yelena off to the left of the group is all the warning they get before bullets are flying at them from that direction.

Bucky all but tackles the new kid in his hurry to get them both behind the questionable cover of a tree.

“Turns out odds are about 100%,” Van Dyne calls from where she’s crouched behind another tree.

“Thanks, very helpful,” Lang mutters dryly, flailing his way upright and then wincing apologetically when he almost smacks the rifle off Bucky’s shoulder.

“Plan B,” Yelena shouts gleefully and begins returning fire.

Honestly, Bucky had expected this the second he read the brief and learned there are random, unpredictable patrols of the mountainside. So he doesn’t hesitate to drop his rifle, knowing a handgun and a large blade will do him better in this situation, and he dives in.

~~~

Bucky pulls the blanket tighter around him and stares unseeing at the shifting colors on the TV, letting the noise wash over him without registering any of it.

He’s not sure how long he’s been sitting here now, but it’s long enough that there’s a plate with a half-eaten ham sandwich sitting on the coffee table in front of him with a mostly empty glass of water. He doesn’t remember eating, but he must have because he’s only a little hungry. He doesn’t have the gnawing pit in his stomach that he used to be left with when he’d spend a day zoning out.

Between one long blink and the next the glass is replaced with a fresh one, the remains of the sandwich whisked away, and this is the kind of thing that used to drive Steve crazy with worry. When Bucky gets stuck in his head he tends to forget little things like eating or drinking or the outside world, sometimes for days at a time, and sure it happens less and less as the years go by, but Bucky knows he’ll always have his days.

At least he has Tony now too, who stays home with him when he can and makes sure there’s food in front of him at the appropriate times. Bucky doesn’t even have to work up the nerve to ask for help, or the energy, Tony is always there. And on the rare occasions he’s not, all Bucky has to do is send a text, even just a dumb frowny emoji, and Tony is right there or sending someone to check on him, taking care of him until he comes back to himself. Maybe it’s not the best system, but it works. And it’s a hell of a lot better than before.

Tony walks past him as he moves around the apartment, Bucky is very dimly aware of his footsteps on the carpet moving behind the back of the couch. He’s much more aware of the quick kiss Tony drops to the top of his head before shuffling along on his way, reminding Bucky that he’s there, that he’s not alone. Bucky has no idea how many times it happens, doesn’t bother to keep track, all he knows is that time passes slowly, and that Tony is never far away, that he’s waiting patiently until Bucky feels like himself again.

It’s late evening by the time he finally does, the sky almost completely dark out the window and the smell of food filling the apartment. There’s an empty plate in front of him and a distinct lack of the once-familiar pit of hunger in his stomach, so apparently he ate again. Despite not doing anything all day he’s exhausted, and he could really use a trip to the bathroom, but the first thing Bucky does is head for the kitchen, where he can hear the rapid tapping of Tony’s fingers against a keyboard.

It looks like Tony is deeply absorbed in whatever he’s doing, his coffee cup sitting mostly full and forgotten beside him, and Bucky doesn’t want to disturb him. He’s sure Tony has already spent plenty of time worrying about him today, but he can’t do nothing, so he leans in enough to press a light kiss to the top of Tony’s head before leaving the kitchen.

He’s barely made it halfway to the bedroom before Tony is chasing after him, colliding with his back and winding his arms around Bucky’s waist, and Bucky smiles.

~~~

Night has well and truly fallen by the time they reach the safe house, and Hope adjusts Yelena’s arm over her shoulders as they wait for Natasha and Barnes to do a quick sweep of the tiny building. Scott is trying to downplay the bullet graze on his arm, but he also can’t seem to stop poking at it, and Hope fights down all but the tiniest grin as she watches him.

“We’re clear,” Natasha says, poking her head out of the door, “everyone in.”

“Yay, clubhouse,” Yelena says dryly, slinging her other arm over Natasha’s shoulders and together she and Hope get Yelena into the small cabin and dropped into the armchair.

Scott finds the first aid kit and Hope volunteers to help him patch up his arm, all too happy to leave bandaging Yelena’s leg to her sister. Scott chatters through the whole thing, clearly still hopped up on adrenaline, only to snap his mouth shut the second Barnes returns from securing the perimeter.

“So we definitely missed our first window,” Natasha says once everyone is back in the tiny main room.

Scott quickly turns his gaze in her direction, clearly eager to pretend that’s the reason he fell silent, and Hope can’t completely fight down a snort of laughter. When Scott looks at her with a pout Hope just grins and tugs the bandage around his arm tight. Scott yelps and it kind of looks like he’s planning on kicking her before Natasha clears her throat to pull their attention back.

“Our next window is in nine hours,” Natasha reminds them, “assuming that the missing patrol isn’t noticed before then.”

“Did you have to add that?” Yelena demands, wrinkling her nose and fidgeting as Natasha applies butterfly bandages to her shin, "we all know." She snaps her mouth shut when Natasha glares at her, smiling innocently instead.

“So we should get some rest while we can,” Natasha finishes like she hadn’t been interrupted and then looks over at Barnes, who has already settled himself in the hall between the tiny living room and the singular door. “You’ve got first watch, I’m guessing?”

Barnes nods silently and settles his rifle across his lap, checking it over before he begins moving his gaze constantly around the safe house. Natasha nods back and pulls out a communicator to provide an update to HQ, and Hope returns her attention to finishing up with Scott’s arm. At one point she starts to ask if the bandage is too tight, but finds that Scott’s attention is still fixed on Barnes.

The man still has one hand on his rifle, clearly ready to jump into action, but with his other hand he’s once again spinning the gold ring that hangs beside his dog tags. The curiosity on Scott’s face is painfully obvious as he watches Barnes, and Hope just knows he’s going to ask.

So it seems only fair that she warns him.

“Don’t ask,” she says quietly and then resists the urge to sigh when Scott visibly startles a little, has to remind herself that everyone is jumpy on their first mission. “I know you’re curious,” she says, cutting a quick look over at Barnes, “but trust me, just leave him be.”

Scott has his mouth open, no doubt to ask why, but Hope yanks the bandage around his arm tighter to cut him off and she can only hope he actually lets it go. She doesn’t need to hear the tragic ode to Barnes’ late husband again, she’s already made that mistake and it really brought down the mood of the whole mission.

“I think you’ll probably live,” Hope declares with a grin when Scott turns to her with an offended look, firmly taping down the bandage and hoping he’ll let it go.

“If everyone is patched up we should try to get some sleep,” Natasha says, dropping to the floor in front of the armchair and leaning back against it.

“What, not even a bedtime story?” Yelena asks with a grin and then squawks when Natasha blindly reaches back to swat at her.

“Alright, scoot,” Hope says, flapping her hands at Scott, “I’ve got second watch and I deserve the couch.”

Scott pouts but doesn’t argue, probably scared that she’ll tighten his bandage again. Hope makes herself as comfortable as possible on the lumpy couch and it’s never easy to fall asleep in strange safe houses, but Hope has gotten pretty good at ignoring strange smells and the sounds of an entire team settling in around her.

By the time Barnes nudges her awake for her turn at watch a couple of hours later Hope has managed some halfway decent sleep, but she’s already looking forward to this mission being done with. She has to step carefully over Scott’s sprawled limbs to climb off the couch and actually take up the post by the door, and she sees Barnes shoot Scott a brief look before bypassing the couch entirely and making himself relatively comfortable in the far corner of the room.

She’s pretty sure Barnes never actually sleeps during other people’s watches, but it’s also never slowed him down so no one’s said anything yet, and Hope certainly isn’t going to be the one to start.

After fighting down a single yawn she settles in, listening for any signs of life outside the tiny cabin and in the back of her mind debating the best way to wake Yelena up for her shift without getting stabbed. It looks like Yelena has already slid halfway out of the armchair she fell asleep curled up in, maybe Hope will get lucky and Yelena will wake herself up by landing on the ground and/or Natasha before then.

~~~

Tony muffles a yawn into his shoulder for the second time in ten minutes and Bucky’s stomach twists with guilt. He knows better by now than to suggest Tony head to bed without him though, not when they both know that Bucky won’t be going back to sleep for at least a couple hours, if he manages it at all tonight.

It doesn’t happen nearly as often as it used to, but Bucky knows he’ll never fully escape the nightmares that follow him. There was a time when he was first rescued from Hydra and freshly released from the hospital with a shiny new metal limb, that Bucky was certain he’d never get a good night’s sleep again. He was sure that every single time he closed his eyes he’d be seeing the same damn things, death and fear and pain. But with time, and the SHIELD-assigned therapist, the nightmares had come less and less often.

And now he has Tony, who shakes him awake before he can sink too deeply into the horrors, who wordlessly moves to the couch with him and puts a mindless comedy on the TV. Bucky doesn’t even need to ask, not since the first month they were dating and he’d haltingly admitted that yes he’d like some company when the nightmares keep him up, but he’d never expect it. That’s all Tony had needed to hear, and now whenever Bucky gives up on sleep and rolls out of bed Tony is right behind him. All Bucky has to do is drop his heavy bones onto the couch and Tony is right there, piling them both with blankets and cracking dumb jokes to try and coax a smile onto Bucky’s face, staying pressed in close to his side warm and familiar, reminding him that he’s not alone.

Bucky still doesn’t know how he got so goddamn lucky, but he must have done something amazing in a past life because he certainly doesn’t deserve Tony in this one.

Tony muffles another yawn and then looks over at him, like he can feel Bucky watching him. Tony raises an eyebrow at him, just daring Bucky to tell him to go to bed, but Bucky knows better. So instead he smiles, small but real, and leans over to press a lingering kiss to Tony’s cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” Bucky breathes out, and then kisses him silent when Tony makes a soft sound like he’s about to put up his usual protest that it’s nothing. “Thanks for staying up with me when you can,” he says, lips still brushing against Tony’s with every word. He pulls back enough to meet Tony’s eye and slides his fingers up into Tony’s hair to keep him close. “I know you don’t wanna hear that you don’t have t’ stay up with me,” Bucky says with a small grin, “but you don’t. An’ it means the world to me that you do, sweetheart. Makes me feel like all th’ nightmares might be worth it, if all that shit brought me to you.”

All the air escapes Tony in a hard rush, his mouth hanging open and his eyes bright. Bucky is feeling pretty misty himself, and he thinks they can both blame the late hour but the truth is that thinking about how damn much he loves Tony always makes him emotional.

“Of- Of course,” Tony finally croaks out, his voice thick with emotion, “I- of course, honey.” He leans in to kiss Bucky again, lips moving together slow and sweet while his fingers tangle in the blanket that’s draped over Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky is all too happy to kiss him back, melting into it and eagerly letting himself forget everything that’s not the taste of honey and green tea on Tony’s lips, the gentle drag of Tony’s fingers along his jaw. By the time Tony pulls away Bucky has nearly forgotten their entire conversation, much more interested in pressing another kiss to the tip of Tony’s nose.

“Anytime,” Tony says softly, like a promise, and then plants a kiss on the corner of Bucky’s lips while he’s distracted losing his breath, “always.”

~~~

When the time comes to head out to the base Bucky is more than ready.

He’s already feeling a little stir-crazy from being cooped up in the tiny safe house, and it’s only been a day. It doesn’t matter how many long missions he’s been on now, he’s never been a big fan of being away from home that long. And ever since the whole brain-washing fiasco, a tiny part of him is worried that if he’s away from familiar surroundings for too long he’ll end up losing himself again.

Plus, the near-constant looks that Lang has been shooting at him are kind of putting him on edge. They’re different than the usual looks of vaguely fearful awe that the new agents usually give him, but Bucky can’t figure out what it is about. And he doesn’t want to be tempted to ask, in case he has to fend off awkward hero-worship that he doesn’t deserve and ends up regretting it.

He’d much rather be sneaking into a heavily-armed enemy base, at least that’s familiar.

They make it to one of the side entrances of the base without running into another patrol, and it’s immediately obvious that the one they took out yesterday hasn’t been missed yet.

No one is expecting them, there are only a few guards posted outside and one of them actually squeals in surprise when Yelena drops out of a tree on him. The rest of their ambush kicks off without a hitch, the newer agents heading inside while Bucky, Natasha, and Yelena split off to take care of any other guards around the perimeter of the complex.

And if Bucky is a little more vindictive than he needs to be, well it’s because he spent the whole morning making himself miserable. He just couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much he misses Tony’s laugh, the way Tony’s smile lights up his entire face. These particular Hydra goons aren’t the reason Bucky would do just about anything to hear the sound of his husband’s voice again, but he can still take his frustration out on them.

Plus, it’s not like Bucky doesn’t have his own, very personal grudge against Hydra as a whole. He thinks he’s justified in a little extra aggression.

It doesn’t help though, he’s still frustrated and miserable by the time they actually make it into the base and he’s honestly a little disappointed that Van Dyne and Lang get the evacuation triggered without any trouble. He, Natasha, and Yelena slip easily into a side hallway where they won’t be seen by all the fleeing scientists and Bucky is kind of hoping they will be found, just so he can keep fighting. He’s not stupid enough to do something to draw attention to them, he would never put his team at risk, but he can dream. He’d been looking forward to more of a fight.

To his selfish disappointment, the plan continues going perfectly.

They regroup with Van Dyne and Lang in the main control room of the base, and Bucky sets up in one of the doorways to watch hopefully for any stragglers of the evacuation. Yelena watches the other door, looking just as hopeful for more action, and the rest of the team gets to work uploading all of the files to SHIELD’s systems.

Using the devices that Tony designed, Bucky can’t stop himself from thinking and then sighs again.

~~~

The sound of the front door opening echoes through the apartment and Bucky is glad that he’s in the kitchen. It means he’s out of sight of the entryway, and Tony can’t actually see the way Bucky perks up like a lonely house pet.

It’s just that he hasn’t actually seen Tony awake in days, and that is after the mission that had Bucky away for a week and a half. Bucky has missed him, dammit, and while he’s sure everyone is well aware of it, that doesn’t mean Tony needs to know Bucky has been moping around the kitchen for the past ten minutes while he waits.

“Honey, I’m home,” Tony calls, laughter in his voice, and it makes Bucky smile because he knows Tony still hasn’t gotten used to the novelty of having someone to come home to. He knows it’s not a thing Tony ever expected to have, that Tony is just as stunned to have found each other as he is, and a part of Bucky hopes the novelty never wears off.

“Welcome home,” Bucky calls back, and within seconds Tony appears in the doorway.

“Something smells amazing,” Tony says, moving towards Bucky even as his gaze lands firmly on the stove.

“That would be dinner,” Bucks says with a laugh, holding his arms open and then wrapping them around Tony as soon as he steps in close enough. "My dinner, which I have eaten all of."

Tony groans unhappily into his chest, pinching at his side, and Bucky laughs again as he uses his own arms to trap Tony’s at his sides.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was delicious,” Bucky says around a wide grin and Tony groans louder.

“Awful,” Tony grumbles into his chest, “and after I rushed home to see you.” He tips his head up to fix Bucky with a pout that is clearly about to crack into a wide smile, and then huffs when Bucky responds by smacking a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Of course I made you dinner,” Bucky says with a laugh, and the wide smile that immediately splits Tony’s face makes Bucky’s heart jump in his chest.

“Smells like tomato sauce,” Tony says, spinning both of them in place slowly until he can peek over Bucky’s shoulder at the pot sitting on the stove.

“I tried my hand at makin’ the sauce from scratch,” Bucky says, grinning at the way Tony pouts when Bucky spins him back out of view of the stove, “I think it came out okay, but you’ll have to be th’ judge.”

Tony hums happily, casting one more look at the stove before returning his attention to Bucky. "Did I ever tell you you’re the best husband I’ve ever had?” he asks, smiling widely and leaning more heavily against Bucky.

“I’m the only husband you’ve ever had,” Bucky says with a fond roll of his eyes even as he wraps his arms more firmly around Tony, making sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

"The only husband I’ve had so far," Tony corrects him with a cheeky grin, and then squawks when Bucky bites at the tip of his nose.

Tony makes ridiculous and adorable considering noises when it comes time to try the sauce, taking so long to give his judgment that Bucky threatens to actually eat all the food himself, but then Tony kisses him again and declares it perfect. It was already pretty late when Tony finally made it home, and it’s even later when they finish eating, but Tony gets right to doing the dishes despite Bucky trying to argue that they can leave it until morning, insisting that its only four and refusing to let Bucky help.

So instead Bucky just watches him fondly and occasionally chimes in with helpful advice about where the Tupperware is. He knows it was a joke, no different than any of the other goofy jokes they’ve made over the course of their relationship, but that hasn’t stopped the thought from lingering in Bucky’s mind all through dinner. Because it’s not like it’s not at least a little likely, with the life he leads, and as much as he doesn’t want to know he also can’t stop thinking about it.

“Hey baby,” Bucky says and waits until Tony hums curiously and glances up from the sink at him. "If somethin’ happens to me on a mission or anythin’-“ he starts and then has to pause for the distressed noise Tony lets out, turning to face him fully, “would you actually, ya know, move on, get remarried, all that?”

Tony just stares at him for a second, his mouth opening and closing before he abruptly says, "Yes, I’d marry Steve.”

“I’m divorcing you right now,” Bucky says instantly, and then dodges dramatically out of his chair when Tony flicks soap at him.

“You’re the one who asked,” Tony says with a wide grin as he reloads his hands with bubbles, “you were never supposed to know about my secret backup husband.”

“And what does Sam have to say about your plan to steal his man?” Bucky asks, opening one of the cabinets just in time to take cover behind it as Tony flails made soap at him.

"Clearly in this scenario, you and Sam have killed each other in some increasingly intense physical contest," Tony says, like it should be obvious.

“Clearly,” Bucky agrees and gets so distracted laughing that Tony manages to get him right in the chest and face with flicked bubbles.

Tony’s cheer of victory turns into a squeaking noise of protest when Bucky swoops in and wraps both arm around him, letting soapy water soak into both of them. After a second of half-hearted attempts to wiggle free Tony wraps around him in return, smiling widely.

“I wouldn’ mind, if you did,” Bucky has to say even though he’s not sure why. He just can’t let it go.

"Well of course not, you’d be dead," Tony says with a roll of his eyes, but the corners of his lips are starting to twitch down.

“I just want you to be happy and loved, sweet thing,” he insists as he leans forward just enough to let their foreheads bump together, “you deserve that.”

“As long as it’s not with Steve."

“As long as it’s not with Steve,” Bucky agrees shamelessly.

Even from this close, Bucky can see the way Tony’s big brown eyes go sad as he says, “I’m not making any promises. If anything happens to you-” he has to pause to swallow thickly, his eyes glassy, and Bucky kind of regrets even bringing it up before Tony smiles again, only a little strained. “I’m no spring chicken, after all,” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, and then raises his voice a little when Bucky tries to protest that point, "hush, honey. What I’m trying to say is that, getting over you? I don’t know, I think that would take the rest of my life.”

Bucky just has to kiss him after that, ignoring the cooling water on their shirts in favor of burying his fingers in Tony’s hair and pulling him closer.

If Tony intends to ask Bucky the same question he never gets the chance, too busy gasping and tugging at his clothes as Bucky thoroughly distracts him from the dishes. It saves Bucky from admitting that he’s a goddamn hypocrite, that he can’t imagine moving on from Tony, doesn’t even want to try.

~~~

“Hey Sarge-“

“Sarge?” Barnes interrupts and it is impossible to tell if his tone is confused, or annoyed, or what.

“Isn’t that…“ Scott stutters, and he’s seriously rethinking taking Hope’s advice, ”that’s what- uh, Wilson calls you?”

“Yes,” Barnes says slowly, “as an insult.”

Scott splutters for a second, because he had not seen that coming and damnit, Sam totally set him up. Scott is going to have to get him for that when they get back to base. He seriously considers just walking away from the conversation, giving up on making friends, but no, he is determined. It certainly doesn’t look like Barnes has any intention of carrying any conversational weight though, so Scott casts around desperately for another opener before his eyes land on the ring Barnes is once again spinning on his dog tag chain.

“I never heard that you’re married,” Scott says hopefully, because who doesn’t have a lot to say about their spouse one way or another? Barnes abruptly drops the ring, like he hadn’t even realized he was fiddling with it, and sure, Scott could take that as a sign to give up, but instead he smiles encouragingly and tries to sound friendly as he asks, “Do they work at SHIELD too? Or civilian?”

“SHIELD,” Barnes replies slowly and Scott thinks that’s going to be the end of it, but Barnes surprises him by continuing. “He’s- we met when he was working in R&D,” Barnes says, the words halting and soft like he’s surprising himself too, “he- the equally crazy hours made it easier, somehow.”

Scott nods, because he can definitely see that. The hours of a field agent are wild, ever-changing, and can be the death of nearly any relationship. He doesn’t know much about the hours in the R&D department, but he has heard how demanding the director can be and that probably leads to quite a few missed dates too.

“And he…” Scott says slowly, trying to figure out how to put it delicately, “he uh, doesn’t anymore?”

Barnes’ flat expression darkens a little, and for a moment Scott doesn’t think he’s going to answer before he simply grits out, “No.”

Scott can feel his mouth working uselessly as he tries to figure out what the hell to say now, and no wonder Hope told him not to ask. Before he can put his foot any further into his mouth, Barnes surprises him by speaking up again without prompting.

“He used to say-“ Barnes starts and then cuts himself off, lost in thought. He lifts one hand towards his ring again before apparently catching himself and clenches his fist on top of his thigh instead, looking back up at Scott with a tiny, sad smile. “He’s the reason I’m still here,” he says simply.

Scott isn’t sure if he means here at SHIELD, trying to save the world, or here on the planet, and he doesn’t ask because he’s not sure he wants to know. “I’m here for my daughter,” he says instead, because even he does occasionally know when he’s asked enough questions.

Barnes makes the grave mistake of quirking an eyebrow at him, so Scott happily seizes the hint of an opening. He launches into a full-blown rant about how amazing his daughter is, that her favorite movie right now is Coraline, and that she’s the reason he knew he had to get his life together after prison, had to do something with himself that would make her proud.

The other man doesn’t say anything while Scott recounts the tale of the director recruiting him right out of Baskin Robins, but he also doesn’t walk away or tell Scott to shut up, so as far as Scott is concerned they’ve bonded big time

He’s just getting into explaining the complicated game Cassie came up with and has been trying to teach him, which is both very similar to and nothing like tag, when he’s cut off by Romanov finishing her call back to base and turning to address the group again.

“The director wants us to make sure we neutralize those weapons on our way out,” she reports and then points a finger at Barnes when he opens his mouth, possibly to argue. “Do not,” she says sternly, and to Scott’s slight surprise Barnes does actually snap his mouth shut.

He certainly doesn’t look happy about it though.

~~~

“Our reservation is in fifteen minutes,” Bucky calls and he can’t completely keep the amusement out of his voice, because usually he’s the one running around at the last minute, fussing with his outfit and making them late.

“I’m almost ready,” Tony calls back, for the fifth time, and then finally appears from the bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket despite the fact that as far as Bucky can tell they’re already perfect. “Almost ready,” Tony says again and at this point it sounds like he’s talking to himself more than anything, patting at his pockets and glancing over at Bucky before just as quickly darting his eyes away.

It is without a doubt the most nervous Bucky has ever seen him, including the night before they found out if Tony got the promotion to head of R&D. As Tony starts pacing back and forth in front of the couch, looking seconds from running his fingers through his carefully styled hair, Bucky starts to worry that someone is dying. So he crosses the apartment and puts himself right in Tony’s path, then gently grabs Tony by the hips to reel him in when Tony moves to step around him.

“What’s got you so wound up, sugar?” Bucky asks, careful not to wrinkle Tony’s suit as he wraps his arms around him, because he’s learned better by now.

“I’m not- what are you talking about?” Tony stutters out, twitching in place as his eyes continue darting around the room.

“Babydoll,” Bucky says patiently, “you weren’t even this worked up on our first anniversary, and I had to talk you out of buyin’ me an entire flower shop-“

“I was going to buy you half a flower shop at most-“

“So what it is this time,” Bucky asks with a grin, “you finally go through with buyin’ me that pony?”

“No, because we’ve determined you wouldn’t appreciate the pony,” Tony protests weakly but at least stops shifting his weight in place and looks at Bucky, even if it is to pout.

“I’m just gonna keep guessin’ until you give in an’ tell me,” Bucky points out, and when Tony tries to deny it again he just says, “c’mon baby, you know I’m gonna figure it out, so unless you’re plannin’ on proposin’ or something-“

Bucky’s voice trails off as Tony’s face twitches and he goes abruptly, deathly still against him.

For three long seconds, they just stare at each other as Tony tries his hardest to keep his expression blank and Bucky feels his own eyes go wide, his mouth falling open. He’d been joking, but he knows Tony well enough to easily read the way Tony’s face twitches as his eyes continue darting evasively around the room.

“I uh- just kidding,” Bucky says quickly, topping it off with a disjointed laugh, and then feels worse when Tony’s expression begins to morph into a pout. “Nevermind, not that,” Bucky says quickly, desperately trying to think of any other guesses so he can change the subject, ”you- you um, bought a car?“

Tony continues to stare at him for a second, expression still caught somewhere between carefully blank and a pout, and then he finally huffs out a soft laugh. The one chuckle becomes another, and then Tony is full-on laughing, all the gorgeous smile lines on his face deepening with it. Bucky can only smile back, shrugging sheepishly, and then tightening his hold when Tony leans forward to rest his forehead against Bucky’s chest.

Bucky’s breath catches in his throat as Tony stands up straight again and reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small velvet box. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t blink as he watches Tony turn the box over a couple of times in his hands, giving away his nerves, and when Tony clears his throat Bucky’s gaze snaps back up to his face.

“Since you apparently know me so well,“ Tony says with a roll of his eyes that’s completely undercut by the fond smile on his face, ”and since you, for some reason, still want to hang around, and because you make me deliriously happy even when you’re driving me crazy, do you want to, you know…” He trails off, gaze dropping as he spins the small box between his hands, and then he takes a final fortifying breath and looks back up at Bucky with a wide, hopeful grin. “Do you want to be legally obligated to hang out with me for the rest of our lives?”

The wording startles a laugh out of Bucky, even if the sound does come out choked with emotion. “Well, when you make it sound so magical,” Bucky says, not even trying to hide the lump caught in his throat. Apparently Tony doesn’t consider that a good enough answer and starts to pout again, but he doesn’t get further than barely poking his lower lip out before Bucky is hurrying to add, “Yes, obviously yes.”

Immediately Tony is smiling widely again, and he has his mouth open to no-doubt continue teasing him so Bucky reels him in and kisses him quiet.

They’re late for their reservation, but neither of them mind.

~~~

Everything in the base goes so well that they’re almost caught off guard by the ambush waiting for them when they leave.

Some of the fleeing guards must have flagged down one of the patrols on the way out, but they’re goddamn professionals and within seconds Natasha, Van Dyne, and Lang are falling back to cover them while Bucky and Yelena do what they’re best at. Focus on the enemy.

Bucky hears but doesn’t process the orders that Natasha is barking at at the two green agents, because they’re not directed at him. All he has to worry about is the Hydra goons in front of him, and he is all too happy to do that.

He does catch it though when Van Dyne nearly shouts over the comms.

”Distraction coming in hot!” She says gleefully, and it quickly becomes obvious why when Bucky turns his head.

He ducks behind a thick tree as an SUV goes roaring past, flames and black smoke pouring from the open windows and beneath the hood. Bucky doesn’t need to look again to know that it’s headed right for the biggest group of Hydra agents, and the cut-off screams followed by a loud crash are incredibly satisfying.

“Escape vehicle acquired,” Scott says seconds before Bucky hears another engine roaring towards him, “everyone hop on board and be ready to show your tickets to the conductor!”

When he peeks out around his cover Bucky sees a jeep careening between the sparse trees, Lang at the wheel and Van Dyne laying down covering fire from where she’s standing in the passenger seat. Bucky slings his rifle over his shoulder to swap it out for his pistol as the jeep gets closer, and when it goes roaring past he grabs one of the support bars with his metal hand.

He’s instantly swept away, and as he swings himself up into the back of the jeep he nearly crashes into Natasha doing the same thing. She shoves one hand at him, so Bucky grabs her wrist without question and then anchors her as she leans most of the way out of the vehicle to haul Yelena up as well.

“We’re all in, go go!” Natasha shouts as she and Yelena tumble in.

They momentarily squash Bucky against the back of the driver’s seat before Lang hits the gas and the three of them slide towards the back of the jeep. Bucky grabs one of the support beams to stop them, grunting as someone’s knee digs into his stomach. In almost frightening synchronicity Yelena and Natasha shove themselves upright and throw grenades back towards the few Hydra agents stupid enough to try to follow them.

The explosion rocks the jeep even as they speed away from it, and Lang cheers while Natasha and Yelena flash each other matching wide grins. Bucky rolls his eyes and shoves Yelena’s elbow away from his shoulder, settling in for the ride.

They get to the next safe house in better time than expected, because stealing a jeep and driving like hell until the half-empty gas tank ran dry wasn’t in the plan. From there it’s a short walk to their evac location, and between keeping an eye out around them Bucky glances at his watch to confirm it’ll be hours before pickup.

It’s really too bad, he hates waiting for pickup at the end of a mission.

Bucky’s not impressed by the deserted, crumbling warehouse waiting for them, but Sam had done the recon for this mission and he’d sworn up and down that the center of the building is stable. To Bucky’s annoyance, Sam is right. The center of the sprawling warehouse still has a roof, and the maze of half-collapsed walls are about as secure as they can ask for in the middle of enemy territory.

After he’s checked the place over thouroughly, Bucky seats himself near the only entrance and prepares to wait.

The rest of the team start making themselves comfortable as well, and Bucky is half expecting it when Lang plops down beside him, apparently determined to make friends. The guy actually reminds him a little of Steve, like an overeager golden retriever with just a little more enthusiasm than sense when it comes to people.

He’s not sure what to make of the look Lang is fixing on him, some weird mix of pity and sincerity, and maybe Bucky should lean into his scary reputation, it would probably save him from a lot of weird conversations.

“I just wanted to say,” Lang starts, his voice low and serious and Bucky has to resist the urge to sigh heavily, “if you wanted to- to talk about your husband anytime, you know, I’m a great listener.”

“Like what?” Bucky asks before he can stop himself, one eyebrow raised, and for a second Lang just stares at him, like he’s stunned that Bucky actually responded.

“Anything you want!” Lang says quickly, “more about how you met, or- I don’t know, anything."

It’s not the usual way people try to start conversations with him, Bucky has to give him that at least, and he supposes it’s slightly better than being interrogated about Steve. It does make sense that people would be curious about Tony too, and who else are they going to ask?

“You just wanna hear about the time he almost blew up all of HQ,” Bucky says knowingly and he can feel the tiniest of smiles pulling at his mouth that gets wider when Lang’s eyes go wide with obvious surprise.

“What?” Land demands, his voice cracking, and it pulls the attention of everyone else in the warehouse, “he- how did- what?”

A tiny grin tugs at Bucky’s lips, because he thought everyone knew this story by now. “Well, he wasn’t a big fan of yearly reviews,” Bucky starts, and his grin dims a little as he adds, “still isn’t, I guess.” Scott’s mouth opens like he’s going to say something, but then he closes it and simply nods for Bucky to continue. Bucky is more than a little curious what that’s about, but decides to just keep going because despite everything else he does enjoy telling this story, and more specifically watching people’s faces during it. “An’ he thought it would be a good idea to get really ahead to impress the higher-ups…”

As expected Lang’s face twists into all the familiar expressions of shock and horror as Bucky goes through the story. Over Lang’s shoulder, Bucky can see Natasha smiling wistfully to herself, although he’s not sure what to make of the occasional looks Van Dyne keeps shooting him, something that might be understanding. He’s not sure what the hell that’s about, but by the time he reaches the explosive end of the story Bucky is surprised to find that he’s a little less miserable.

Once the laughter dies down Natasha jumps in, and she and Lang manage to weasel a couple more stories out of him. Considering he spends most of his time thinking about Tony one way or another, Bucky has to admit it’s not the worst way to kill time until their evac shows up.

~~~

“So when are you finally going to ask Tony out?” Steve asks, completely out of the blue, and Bucky nearly chokes on the large swig he just took from his water bottle.

“I’m… working on it,” Bucky grumbles when he gets his breath back, and Steve gives him a skeptical look.

“Are you, though?” Steve asks, one eyebrow raised. He may not be saying out loud that the Bucky from before wouldn’t have dreamed of taking three months to work up the nerve to ask someone out, but his eyebrow says plenty.

And sure before, Bucky probably would have asked Tony out within a couple of hours of meeting him, the first time he made a dumb joke and Tony laughed in the way that made his whole face scrunch up, but that was before. Before Hydra, before the capture, before the scars and constant nightmares. These days Bucky counts himself lucky if he can even think about dating. He’d been thinking about it a lot more lately though, thinking about Tony, and Bucky is this close to asking him out, if only so he can tell himself that he tried. Any day now, he’ll actually do it.

“I will,” Bucky insists, a little more firmly, and elbows Steve when he makes another skeptical noise.

“Why are you bringing this up now?”

“Hmm?” Steve hums innocently, then lifts his hand in a wave as he says, “because he’s right over there.”

Sure enough, Tony is standing nearby talking to a couple of other R&D guys, and at Steve’s wave he heads over toward them.

“Hey, just the super soldiers I was hoping to run into,” Tony says in greeting as he approaches and Bucky is going to strangle Steve if he says anything.

He tries to shoot a look at Steve that will convey that message, but Steve just gives him a bright grin before turning to Tony and saying, “Sorry to disappoint, I actually have to run off so I’ll leave you with your favorite super soldier.”

With that Steve slaps him on the shoulder and walks away before Bucky can do more than croak out, “Help.”

“Is that a specific request, or general existential crisis?” Tony asks, looking caught somewhere between laughter and confusion.

Bucky clears his throat and tries again, saying, “Hey Tony, what can I do for you?”

Tony bites his lip for a second, which is unfairly distracting, and then asks, “How do you feel about burgers and shakes?”

“Love ‘em,” Bucky says instantly and then asks, “Wait, why?”

Because he still hasn’t gotten a straight answer on why the R&D lab was filled with popcorn that one day, or why everyone was forbidden from eating any of it, but he’s been suspicious of any food that comes from that wing of the building ever since.

Tony’s face starts to fall, but before Bucky can backtrack and insist that he loves radioactive burgers Tony’s eyes go wide with realization and he laughs. “This is nothing like the popcorn incident,” Tony promises, and then his smile begins to wobble as he says, “I was just wondering if you wanted to- um, get some burgers and shakes. With me. Like, as a date.”

Bucky can only blink for a second, making sure he heard that right and for some reason stupidly wondering if he can convince Steve the date was his idea. Tony just continues smiling at him hopefully, apparently familiar with what it looks like when Bucky’s brain needs to completely reboot and fuck Bucky is so crazy about him, why hasn’t he said yes yet?!

“Yes,” Bucky finally blurts, a little louder than he intended, then clears his throat and says, “yeah, that sounds- that would be great.”

Tony’s smile grows until it takes up his entire face, making his eyes shine, and Bucky’s heart flips over itself in his chest.

~~~

The flight home is blissfully uneventful after the noise and explosions of the end of the mission, and Hope even manages to sneak a small nap slumped down low in one of the seats.

She wakes up to find the quinjet relatively quiet around her, as much as a jet flying through the upper atmosphere can be, anyway. Scott, Natasha, and Yelena are near the front of the jet and Barnes is, of course, off in the other far corner with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. After checking her phone to see that they’re about an hour away from HQ, Hope decides against going back to sleep and instead scoots over to join the rest of the team near the front of the Quinjet.

Yelena appears to be absorbed in sharpening one of her many knives while Scott and Natasha hold a hushed conversation, and it doesn’t take long to catch on that they’re talking about Barnes.

“I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard him say while on a mission,” Natasha is saying thoughtfully, shooting a quick look over at Barnes, “ever.”

“I feel like I deserve some kind of award for that,” Scott says proudly, turning to flash his smug grin at Hope as he adds, “And you told me to leave it alone."

“I said that it would be a real downer,” Hope replies, rolling her eyes, “and it was.”

Scott’s face twitches in the way it does when he’s trying to avoid admitting that she’s right, and then he deflates the tiniest bit. “I mean, it was a little,” he says, “but it was also kind of sweet, you know? He clearly loved the guy-“

“He still talks about him like he’s alive!” Hope hisses, being sure to keep her voice down.

“It’s sweet,” Scott insists stubbornly.

“How do I keep forgetting, you’re a romantic,” Hope says with a sigh, leaning back in her chair.

Across from them Natasha is almost managing to fight down a smile, which Hope assumes is related to her also judging Scott for being such a sap. There is something that’s been bugging Hope for a while now though, and when Natasha’s gaze shifts over to her she sees her chance.

“What happened to Barnes’ husband, anyways?” She finally has to ask, and it’s almost funny how quickly Scott perks up, clearly wanting to know the answer, too.

Natasha’s face twitches again, and her gaze flashes over to Barnes for a split second before she quietly says, “We don’t talk about that.”

Scott’s face falls, but Hope is a little more interested in the way Yelena’s attention finally jerks up from her knife. Hope isn’t sure what the expression on her face is supposed to be, but when Yelena opens her mouth Natasha cuts her off with a quick wave of her hand.

“We don’t talk about it,” Natasha repeats shortly, and Hope doesn’t even have a chance to track all of the emotions that cross Yelena’s face before she ducks her head, firmly turning her attention back to her knife and whetstone.

At this point Hope needs to know, but she’s more than a little intimidated by Natasha so she keeps her mouth shut. For a second it looks like Scott is going to ask anyway, and Hope is kind of hoping that he will, but then he glances over at Barnes as well and nods. Trust the man to finally learn some tact when Hope is practically dying of curiosity.

Just as the relative silence in the jet starts to get awkward, Yelena clears her throat and says, “So about this debrief. Can we do it in the cafe?”

“Yes,” Scott chimes in instantly, "I vote for that, debrief with food. I am starving."

“No,” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes, “I’ll never get you two to focus.”

“I focus better with food,” Yelena says, and Natasha lets out a disbelieving snort.

“And I’d like to eat something that doesn’t come from the SHIELD cafe for once,” Hope has to jump in, “I vote debrief, and then we go eat whatever we want.”

“This isn’t a democracy, why are you all voting?” Natasha demands, but it looks a lot like she’s fighting down a smile as Yelena starts trying to make another point.

Despite all of Natasha’s protests, the discussion continues the rest of the flight back to headquarters.

~~~

Bucky is just now realizing it, but Tony isn’t usually home when Bucky is preparing to leave for a mission. Usually Tony is caught up in his own projects and debriefs and mountains of paperwork, and Bucky will simply text him when he leaves, leaving his phone on just long enough to get Tony’s ‘stay safe’ response.

This time though, Tony is here. He’s off today to try and catch up from his insane jet lag, sprawled out on the couch with his laptop. The screen is dark as he just watches Bucky move around the apartment, collecting his favorite knives and grabbing an extra pair of socks.

“Alright, I’m out,” Bucky says once he’s made sure he has everything he needs and then delayed a little more, finally accepting that he can’t put it off anymore. He can’t help a soft laugh at the look on Tony’s face, so clearly trying not to pout and mope and Bucky can almost ignore the fact that he doesn’t want to leave either. “Quit poutin’ and come gimme a kiss,” Bucky says, securing his duffle bag over his shoulder a little more so he can hold his arms out expectantly.

Tony nearly drops his laptop in his hurry to push himself to his feet and cross the room, all but colliding with Bucky and wrapping around him tightly. He buries his face in the curve of Bucky’s throat, and Bucky can just barely feel the tremble of Tony’s hands where they fist in the back of his shirt.

“I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me,” Bucky says and then can’t help a grin when Tony snorts skeptically against his neck.

“Well I already miss you, so what are you gonna do now?” Tony grumbles into his skin and Bucky shrugs as much as he can without dislodging his arms from around Tony.

“Guess I’ll have t’ quit,” Bucky says carelessly, and grins when Tony clearly has to fight down laughter.

“Perfect, just stay home with me. I’ll quit too. We can both stay home all day forever.”

“One of us has to work,” Bucky argues, “someone’s gotta pay these bills and I wannna be the kept man.”

“No fair, I wanna be the trophy husband.”

“Too bad, I called it,” Bucky says, punctuating that by planting a smacking kiss on top of Tony’s head.

Tony whines and then sighs, finally looking up at Bucky again. “Fine,” he says with a roll of his eyes and an even heavier sigh, “we’ll both keep our jobs.”

“Nope, I already said I’m quittin’,” Bucky says, pretending to drop his bag and then laughing when Tony shoves at him without actually letting go of him.

“Such a smartass, I’m not even going to miss you, so just go on and get out of here already,” Tony complains, still not actually letting go of him in the slightest.

“I totally believe you,” Bucky says and then kisses Tony before he can try to insist. Tony melts into it instantly, fingers tightening in Bucky’s shirt and leaning into Bucky’s hand cupping his cheek. By the time they break apart Bucky’s chest feels tight at the impending separation despite his attempts to make light of it, and Tony’s breath is shaking where it washes over his lips.

“Be back soon as I can,” Bucky promises, pressing lingering kisses to the corners of Tony’s lips, the tip of his nose and the point of his chin.

“You better be,” Tony replies, leaning into Bucky’s hands cupping his cheeks a little more before his eyes finally flutter open again. His big brown eyes are clear and just a little bright with emotion, but his voice is more steady than before as he says, “Just make sure you come home.”

Bucky’s breath catches a little in his chest, and he has to swallow thickly before he can promise, "Long as I got you here waitin’ on me, I wouldn’t dream of not comin’ back to you.”

"Good,” Tony says firmly, then reels him in for a final kiss.

~~~

The Great Debrief Location Debate is still ongoing as they prepare to file out of the Quinjet, and Scott likes to think he and Yelena are pretty close to winning.

They’ve managed to make Romanov laugh a couple of times, at least, and that has to count for something. Even Barnes has been giving some input on the plans, even if it’s only facial expressions and occasional grunts, and Scott is going to give himself credit for that, thank you very much. Hope resorts to just listing nearby restaurants as they emerge into the busy hanger, techs already swarming around the jet for repairs and restocking, and Scott shoots her a glare as his stomach growls loudly.

He has his mouth open to tell Hope that she is not going to defeat him this way, but one of the other agents lingering in the hanger mutters ‘Oh shit, it’s Director Stark,’ and Scott abruptly loses his train of thought. The news apparently spreads quickly across the hanger, a hush falling over the milling agents as at least half of them stop what they’re doing to watch Director Stark stride into the hanger. His fierce right-hand woman is at his side as always, and Scott notes in alarm that they’re heading straight for his little team.

Past his panic, Scott can’t help also noticing the way Barnes’ head snaps up, and it’s interesting to note that even he’s intimidated by the director of SHIELD.

But then a wide smile splits Barnes’ face, wider than Scott had even thought he was capable of, as he steps away from the group and right up to Director Stark. For a split second Scott thinks he’s about to see a mutiny, but instead of attacking the man Barnes wraps his arms around Stark’s middle and actually sweeps him off the ground with the force of the inexplicable hug.

The hanger has fallen so completely silent that Scott is pretty sure everyone can hear the gears of his brain grinding themselves into confused dust as Director Stark’s arms wind around Barnes’ shoulders, clinging to him right back.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” Stark asks, his voice dry and apparently not at all surprised by this turn of events.

“Missed you,” Barnes replies, his voice muffled by the way his face is thoroughly shoved into the chest of the director of all of SHIELD.

"Must you do this now?" Ms. Potts asks with a fond roll of her eyes, as if this is in any way normal.

It takes way longer than it should for Scott to put the pieces together. He swears he can actually feel the dots connecting in his mind as it sinks in that ‘Tony’ is also ‘Director Stark’. Barnes’ tragic late husband, who he talks about with such wistful fondness that it’s a little heartbreaking, is also SHIELD Director Tony Stark.

And then, before he’s even aware the words are building, Scott finds himself loudly blurting out, “I thought you were dead.”

He’s painfully aware of everyone in the already-still hanger turning to stare at him, including Barnes and Director Stark. Scott is also much more dimly aware of someone badly muffling laughter behind him, but he’s a little distracted trying to will himself down through the floor and out of here.

“I’m sorry, did you say that you think I’m dead?” Director Stark asks slowly, one of his eyebrows crawling up his forehead. "What- you thought you were working for a ghost? And you did so willingly?"

"What- no," Scott says with a frantic shake of his head, “not a ghost, but- Everyone thought so!”

He glances over at Hope for support, but she just fixes him with a fierce glare that makes Scott want to sink even further into the ground. The other agents and techs that were just here have all mysteriously vanished or moved halfway across the hanger, and it looks like Scott is on his own.

“I mean, you-“ he tries to defend, and he can’t stop his gaze from flicking between Stark and Barnes, “it- it just really seemed like, well like…”

His voice trails off weakly and the two of them continue to stare at him for the most painfully long second of Scott’s life. Then a slow, gleeful smile starts to grow on Stark’s face as he finally turns his attention back to Barnes.

“I know Steve says you turn into a sourpuss on missions," Stark says and it sounds a lot like he’s struggling to fight down laughter, "But are you really so grumpy that your teammates think I’m dead?”

Barnes grumbles something in response, but it’s drowned out by Yelena bursting out into wild laughter. Scott turns to fix her with a betrayed look, because she clearly knew and said nothing, and then he fixes the same look on Romanov when he realizes the same must be true of her.

Sure enough she’s smirking widely, and when Director Stark’s attention turns to her she confirms, “He really, really is.”

“No’m not,” Barnes grumbles, barely pulling his face away from Stark’s chest enough to get the words out and shooting Romanov a narrow-eyed look.

“You definitely are,” Romanov says, “all the new kids think you have a tragic dead husband.”

“And you just let them think that?!” Stark asks, pointing one finger at her as his voice finally breaks with laughter.

“In my defense, it’s very funny,” she replies with a shameless grin.

Barnes shoves his face back into Stark’s check with another grumble while Yelena laughs harder and Ms. Potts pointedly turns her attention down to the tablet in her hands, like she’s bored with all of this.

“Did you think his husband is dead?” Stark demands of one of the technicians who dared to emerge from their hiding place, and they freeze.

Their eyes flash down to Barnes for a second, then around the hanger like they’re looking for an escape. Finally they look up at the director again, nod minutely, and then scurry away as quickly as they can.

“I can’t believe I’m just now finding out about this,” Stark says, his tone offended as he clutches Barnes’ head to his chest.

“I can’t believe it either,” Romanov says gleefully, “everyone knows.”

“You’re all fired,” Stark shoots back instantly, “every single one of you.”

“You promised me you wouldn’t fire the entire staff this week,” Ms. Potts says flatly, not looking up from her tablet.

“You’re fired too.”

“Hooray,” she replies, her voice as dry as the desert.

“Do you hear this?” Stark asks, turning his attention down to Barnes with an honest to god pout, "I don’t get any respect at all. And apparently, I’m dead."

Barnes looks up him, still with that weird little smile on his face, and flatly says, “I’ll kill 'em all for you.”

“I know you would, honey,” Stark says with a wide grin, apparently completely charmed by the offer.

“Please ask me to kill for you.”

“Not now, dear,” Stark says, patting his head.

“Can you release your moody husband so we can debrief and be done with this mission?” Romanov asks, interrupting them.

“No,” Stark says with a sniff, “I am taking my moody husband and you can have his report later.”

“But-“

“Don’t question me, I’ll haunt you,” Stark threatens and he has to raise his voice a little because Barnes has already turned and started marching out of the hanger, the director of the entire organization still wrapped around him.

“You’re not dead!” Romanov calls after them.

“Apparently I am!” Stark shouts back with a laugh, and then he and Barnes are gone.

Motion slowly resumes around the hanger, quiet conversations picking up again, and Scott turns his glare back on Yelena.

“I can’t believe you did not know that he’s married to Tony,” she says, shaking her head and still snickering.

“Why would we connect ‘Tony’ to Director Stark?” Hope defends, her cheeks red with what Scott’s pretty sure is equal parts rage and embarrassment, “and it’s not like we’re in your little inner circle, or whatever.”

"And he was so broody!” Scott insists, looking around for more support and sure, now he gets other random agents nodding emphatically. “You could have said something, instead of letting me look like a moron,” he adds in a grumble as he shoots a sour look at Yelena and then Romanov, but she’s now talking to Ms. Potts and doesn’t notice at all.

“He said his husband 'used to’ work in R&D,” Hope says a little desperately.

“Right,” Yelena agrees with an innocent smile, “and now Tony is the director. Apparently, it has really affected their time together.”

Scott groans as he struggles to reframe all of his and Barnes’, admittedly limited, conversations. “I think I want to be fired,” he finally grumbles, and Hope nods while Yelena laughs again.

~~~

Tony spends the walk through SHIELD HQ to the residential wings clinging to Bucky and telling people, “Out of the way, dead man coming through!”

Bucky spends the entire walk bouncing between amusement and mortification. It certainly explains why Scott was so weird about his questions, what Bucky had thought was the new kid trying to learn more about the boss was actually him genuinely asking about Bucky’s not-so-dead husband, and Bucky has to admit it’s kind of sweet. It’s certainly a new method of trying to make friends.

“Quit claimin’ you’re dead,” Bucky grumbles as the door slides open to let him into their suite.

“Never,” Tony says gleefully and refuses to stop clinging as Bucky attempts to set him back on his feet, “I am never letting this go.”

“I’m divorcing you,” Bucky says flatly and nips at Tony’s throat so he laughs and finally loses his grip.

Tony’s feet hit the ground but he keeps his arms wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders, keeping him pulled in close and laughing as they nearly trip over each other. When Tony leans in a little more to kiss him it’s so tempting to just sink into it and forget about everything else in the face of Tony, warm and perfect and alive, but that final thought has his lips pulling down again.

“Stop pouting and kiss me back,” Tony demands, laughing against his frown, and with a sigh Bucky loops his arms around Tony in return, sealing their lips together properly.

“I’m not that grumpy,” Bucky grumbles once they slowly break apart, but it’s hard to be actually upset when he finally has Tony with him again, where they both belong.

“Apparently you are,” Tony says with a delighted laugh and drops another kiss to Bucky’s chin before stepping back, “so grumpy people thought I was dead. You’re ridiculous and I love you."

“Love you too,” Bucky replies automatically, then sighs heavily as he asks, "Can I pay you t’ let me live this down?”

“Definitely not, never,” Tony says gleefully, “now then, do you want dinner? I can make you the Widower’s Special.”

“And what is that?” Bucky asks, amused despite his best attempts to at least appear annoyed.

“It’s just leftover pot roast, but I continue mocking you the entire time," Tony replies, flashing him a quick grin as he turns away from the entryway.

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky says with a huff of laughter and a shake of his head.

He can’t help reaching out, his hands lingering on Tony’s shoulder and waist as Bucky follows him into the kitchen. Once the plates are in the microwave Bucky only puts up a minor protest before letting himself be pulled into another kiss, and before long he can barely remember what he was pouting about.

Besides, he really doesn’t care what anyone else at the agency thinks, or if their friends tease him for being broody without his husband. All that matters is Tony, and that he’s home.

[vivi-snow]

Heyaaa! I was wondering if you could do headcanons about geto and reader who hates each other but they eventually fall inlove (it's the enemies to lover trope:3)

Thank you, and have a good day! 🫶

tysm anon! Idk if this is exactly what you had in mind but i hope you like it!

Bane of my Existence

Geto Suguru x f!Reader

word count: 1k+

You hate him.

every fibre of his being causes your blood to boil.

Heck, just by being in his direction alone makes you want to vomit.

you almost forget how this even happened, but luckily just one look at him and you remember.

It was a Wednesday afternoon.

you went to your classroom to pass your reports from your missions, but unfortunately, a familiar trio gathers together on the side of the classroom observing you… with a snickering expression on their faces.

Weird…

the air begins to feel cold, and your hairs stand up in anxiety.you open your bag to get your report, but when you open it, you feel nothing inside.

Shit…

you turn to the trio and immediately hear laughter. annoying, loud laughter.

“Guys?”

“Hmm?”

“Where is it?”

“Where's what?”

“My report.”

the three begin to separate to different corners of the room. You look to each of them to guess who has your report, but a hysterical laughter from behind you confirms who has it.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

“Haha,” you laughed sarcastically, “Fun's over, give me my report.”

The ash haired boy only pulled his eye and stuck out his tongue in response, before throwing your report to his friend.

Now, he is not as annoying as the other one, let's get that out of the way, but he's really good at acting the good guy.

He caught the report, he looked at you with a warm expression.

He held the report and handed it to you.

but did he give it to you? no.

Instead, he threw it to the girl with the bob cut.

how disappointing, really.

you were getting fed up with them.

“Satoru!!! Catch!”

he in fact, did not catch it. and now, papers are floating down as if it was confetti.

Great…

you roll your eyes and begin picking up the scattered pages. The two begin to walk out of the classroom.

“Suguru! You coming?” Questioned Gojo.

“Yeah, in a minute.”

the two continued to walk out, and you continued to pick up the pages. when you thought you picked up all of the pages, you too, walked out of the classroom.

As you proceed to walk to Yaga's office, loud and fast footsteps chase you.

“Hey dum-dum! you forgot some of your reports”

It was Geto.

He stopped towards you, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He handed you some papers.

*huff… huff* “You forgot some.” *Huff*

you can't believe it. he,of all people in the school, actually did something nice to you?

“Thanks” you smile.

you put the papers on top of the ones you arranged, but to your disappointment, the papers were scribbled.

Wow, real mature there, don't you think?

Present Day

You and Geto were tasked to take down a curse in a countryside village.

The trip there was quiet.

even the assistant caught on.

“It's gonna be quite far from Tokyo, so we'll be staying in a guesthouse for now, okay?”

You sigh and mind your own business. Suguru tapped on your shoulder.

“Hey… Hey!”

You look at him with an annoyed expression. “What?!”

he points at something from outside the window. You look at where he's pointing but you see nothing that interests you. When you turn back to Suguru, he pulls one of his eyes down and sticks his tongue out.

“Ughhh,” You scoff. “So annoying.”

you were chilling on your own in the onsen of the guesthouse when you heard heavy footsteps towards you.

Geto stood right across where you were in the onsen. with nothing on, except a bath towel tucked on his waist.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“What do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to get in the onsen.”

“But i'm here too!”

“ So what? you can't be the only one chillin like this princess”

“why don't you go to another onsen?”

“this is the only one the guesthouse offers. either you get out, or we bathe together.”

You have no response. He was right after all.

In your state of defeat you turn to the other side as you hear his bath towel fall on the ground and splashes of water from him entering the bath.

“Okay, you can look now.”

you turn to him, and you catch yourself admiring his physique.

you looked at him from top to bottom, taking a long time looking at the bottom.

“what? you like my dick or something?”

you snap. “W-What?!”

“What? you were looking down for a while so i thought you were looking at it.”

“What the heck Suguru! I didn't know you were a pervert.”

“Me? a pervert? you were the one looking at my-”

you cover your ears with your hands as you make noises to cover his words.

…

After an hour of bathing, you decide you're done. as you try to move out of the onsen, you notice Suguru was looking at you.

“Suguru, i'm trying to go out.”

“and?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? turn around! I'm trying to cover myself!”

“you don't seem to mind when you're IN the water.”

“That's different from getting OUT the water!”

“It's just the two of us,”

you gave him a big splash.

“Turn around!”

he sighs and turns around. You get out of the water and quickly cover yourself up.

“No peeking!”

“I'm not like Satoru. I am a gentleman.”

“Gentleman, my ass.”

The next day

You two made exorcising curses easy. except, if you were careful, you wouldn't let the curse get near you, but you did. and it hit suguru as he protected you, it hit him quite badly.

you were outside Shoko's clinic. Holding a bowl of hot soup as you waited for her to announce her update.

Shoko went outside to see you standing there anxiously.

“he's okay now, but he needs some rest before he joins missions again.”

“can i see him?”

“maybe you should.”

She opens the door wide and you see Suguru on the bed with bandages wrapped around his chest. You feel your heart beat faster as you approach him.

“hey,”

“Hey.”

“I got you some hot soup. Drink it before it gets cold.”

You place the bowl on the bedside table. as you walk out of the room, he begins to speak again.

“Where are you going?”

“i have some things to do.”

“what about the soup?”

“I put it on the bedside table!”

“But i'm injured.”

“So?”

“So you have to feed me.”

You stopped in your tracks. Really? He's gonna act childish now?

“Ughh…” you scoff at his words.

You took the bowl and grabbed the spoon to feed him his soup but hejust turns his head away.

“It's too hot. blow it for me.”

you get annoyed,but you have to do it.

Blowing the soup, you fed it to him again, to which he opened his mouth wide.

“It's good.”

“Thanks.”

you spoon-fed him for a while until the bowl is empty.

“thanks for the soup.”

“No problem.”

“Why did you make an effort to cook me soup? Do you like me or something?”

your face turns red. You gently slammed the bowl on the bedside table.

“Me? Like you? as if that would happen.”

He lets out a chuckle.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“Hmph! you return the bowl when you can walk!”

You stomped your feet as you walked out of the clinic.

Obviously, you don't like him. He's definitely not your type. Him protecting you was a common move, and you only made that soup because you feel bad for him. Yeah, you don't like him. He's the bane of your existence.

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