#excalibur x reader

[mxchibomb]

content. mdni 18+

excalibur umbra ! cw. dubcon.

 stalking down a rogue frame was truly not an easy task. a difficult game of tag. your dead warframe with no pilot stood somewhere else, in a random corner of the circular room. everywhere you went, he chased after with a beam that was doing practically no damage.

 running around for however long, using your beam just to do nothing but encourage him in the chase was getting exhausting. not only was it tiring out your amp, but your body was slowing down as well. you heaved softly in your spot on your tired legs, preparing to sling yourself across the floor once more. he was right in front of you, like he had read your mind before you could even perform the action.

 just barely dodging an attack from the sentient frame had your heart leaping out of your chest. the attack hadn't landed but you landed flat on the cold ground due to a misstep. a slip up that could possibly be even lethal with the power umbra held within him. you couldn't form a single thought before your wrists locked above your head by a single hand, his hips between your legs. your heart dropped to your stomach and your breathing picked up. panicked, you began thrashing.

 wiggling your body, pulling at your arms in his grip, kicking your legs. warframes were a lot heavier when you weren't the one piloting it. deep down you knew this wouldn't do anything. and it showed as a completely still and unmoving umbra just stared at you despite having no visible eye sockets.

 the blue lights on his face flashed as he watched you struggle, emitting a gurgle like purr. a purr that stopped your squirming. your worn out body ached against the hard floor as the frame observed you, leaving you in confusion. nothing had happened. your current situation had high expectations of possible fatality. yet nothing.

 as much as you wanted to fight to abort the mission, you couldn't get out of his hold and you feared if you tried any harder you'd be testing your luck. he released another purr, same to the last one and you could feel him shift between your legs. the edges of his hips pressed up against your inner thighs, pushing them forward. only then had you realized something was off. a mysterious weight rested against your lower stomach. but it was much too small to be a leg and he wouldn't have had a chance to move it in this position regardless. it couldn't have been a weapon because you could only recall a blade, of which was too long and sharp.

 you could barely breathe with the force of your heart against your chest. nervous yet curious, you took a glance down and you practically choked on nothing.

 unsheathed from the pelvic area, a black and twitching cock weighed heavy on your stomach. made of the same material of the armored suit and intricate lines to match the rest of his body, leaking a glowing blue liquid out of the tip and onto your covered belly button. you've never heard of warframe with genitalia. did all warframes have hidden genitalia? and you've never heard of a sexually competent warframe before.

 with your scared stare, he took your silence as acceptance, fat cock rubbing up and down against your clothed pussy. with a startled squeak, you tugged at your wrists still encapsulated but to no avail. a smooth gyrate of his rough hips, he leaned down to nuzzle your neck with his decorative gold plated horned mask. he was gentle, leaving you unsure of what to think about the current situation. your cunt began to pulse and your inner temperature rises in contrast to your conflicting mind. you couldn't decide if this was wrong to do, but your pussy was saying it was. you panted softly, the surprising heft of his cock could be felt even through your operator suit. your hips unwillingly met his rhythm, dull pleasure arising from within your pants as your hips met in a sensual dance.

 distorted heaves could be heard from umbra, an impatient growl as his gentleness faded within seconds. big hands tugging harshly at your thick trousers. the button popped and flung across the room as he roughly undressed you and manhandled your mildly entranced self. your precum soaked clothes flew in different directions and collected randomly in all corners. gasping as the cold, marble like floor hit your naked skin, soft nipples extending outwards as cold air brushed along your body. he greedily asked for friction as his tip continuously bumped at your clit and folds to find the beginning of your hole with his hips alone, dripping slick mixing with blue precum on his textured skin. you could only whine as it teased your pussy with light kisses, thrusting your hips upwards to catch the tip. it snagged against your leaking hole, finally able to make its way inside your weeping walls with a nasty squelch. you could feel the stretch despite the ease of which his fat cock slid inside you, your hole anxiously clenching around his size. his leaking tip nudged against your cervix, poking your soft tummy from the inside to create a small bulge.

 pulling his armored hips back, tip almost leaving your hole, he pushed back in with a force that took the air out of your lungs and made your pussy clench in surprise. and he pulled back once more.. and repeated the same action. a high pitched whine escaped your lips as his hips slammed into yours with ferocity and, eventually, a new speed. your pussy echoed just as loud as your needy whines and whimpers, sloshing with each and every one of his animalistic thrusts into your dewy cunt. with your ankles in his grip, he held your legs above you and pushed your knees to your chest.

 "fffuuccckkk~" he was reaching spots you've never felt anyone else hit so well. you had to place your hands palm down, straight down to the floor on each side of your to stabilize yourself. the new position allowed loud squelches to become louder squelches, syrupy slick dripping down between your ass cheeks to leak down onto the floor and pool in thick, clear arousal.

 "fuck yesss." you could feel your cunt begin to pulse more aggressively as you felt your climax approach, and approach you quickly. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and drool slid down the side of your face. with a silent scream, your tight walls tugged down on the non verbal warframes cock as he continued to pursue his own climax. the horn of his mask pressed against your heels, feverishly chasing after your pussy. his built in sensory receptors couldn't feel pain very well but they could feel every tightening of the soft, gooey walls of your cunt quite well. whenever you'd clench and squeeze and how you were so much tighter after your first orgasm and sucked him back in with your suffocating pussy. his cock began to leak, drops of glowing substance sitting at the edge of your cervix as his fabricated climax caused his large, weighted balls to squeeze.

 "inside! cum inside me!~" you begged as your hips struggled to wiggle in your position, not sure if he was even listening to you. though you could assume he was by the way he pushed his head into the back of your legs like a cat. the speed and power of his hips exceeded the average humans, pushing and pushing until he finally reached his high. his hips stuttered and his strangely human like balls squeezed. while a loud, screeching groan, he slammed fully inside and emptied hot blue cum into your insides.

 he sat still for a few moments and his cock twitched a couple times while he let your greedy cunt soak in every drop. pulling out, he left your pussy stretched and leaking out a bright glow of his semen.

 you hadn't even bothered moving for a good few minutes, your sore and leaking body sat tired on the floor. umbra stared at your unmoving body, his head tilting to the side as he observed you quietly. watching you start to sit up, the frame had offered you a hand. with a blink or two, you debated for a couple seconds before graciously taking it.

 now fully dressed in your suit that required a much needed wash and in your warframe you came to the mission with, a silent excalibur umbra followed after your footsteps from behind. a wordless agreement to come with you.

okay, but why don't people make more warframe smut?

[snail-day]

Nobody and I mean absolutely nobody asked for this.

Yandere! Excalibur x Reader

(Yes, the silly little guy from soul eater)

TW: Uhhh crack fic? Yandere behaviors (obsession), Dry humping.

Inspired by that one silly little bar scene.

Imagine this: you’re a weapon meister. You had dreams of being someone great. A hero, a legend, maybe even someone people sang ballads about. But those dreams died the day he entered your life. Excalibur. The sword of legend. The kingmaker. The literal worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

It started with a smile. Just one polite, foolish smile. You didn’t even mean it—it was one of those reflexive, awkward ones you give when you don’t know how else to respond to a monologue about bathing rituals and legendary glory. But to him? That was it. The moment. The spark. “Ah,” he proclaimed, his stubby hand dramatically over his heart. “A fool worthy of my love! You shall be my meister! My eternal companion!” He even tipped his stupid little pathetic top hat for you. How could you not fall in love?

You should have run. You should have bolted and never looked back. But now it’s too late.

Excalibur is everywhere. There’s no escaping him. He’s beside you at all times, glaring at anyone who dares speak to you. Did your friend just smile at you? Excalibur’s already whacking them with his cane, shouting, “FOOL! They belong to ME!” Did someone accidentally bump into you in a crowded space? Oh, don’t worry. Excalibur’s singing about how he’ll destroy them in increasingly unhinged, improvised verses. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY MEISTER, YOU INSOLENT WORM!” he screeches, flinging glitter at the poor guy. Honestly, where does the glitter get stored? You dont know, you don't ask. The poor stranger is left wondering if they’ve been cursed.

And the nights? Oh god. The nights. Every single one is a waking nightmare. You’ll be dead asleep when you suddenly jolt awake—there he is, staring at you. Staring. Unblinking, his stubby little face inches from yours. “You look so peaceful when you sleep, my fool,” he says, voice soft, almost tender. Then he lifts his cane, prodding your cheek. “Do you dream of me? You better dream of me.”

When he’s not staring? He’s cuddling. Or worse, dry humping your leg. “This is an expression of my undying love!” he shouts when you shove him off. You tell him to stop. You beg. But he just tilts his head, looking at you like you’re the crazy one. “Stop? Stop?! FOOL! My affection knows no limits! You should be grateful!”

He leaves notes. Creepy little love letters scrawled in perfect cursive on parchment that smells faintly of roses. “Dearest Fool,” one read. “Today, you complimented someone else. I forgave you, of course, but it hurt me. Do better tomorrow, my love.” Another? “I’ve counted the seconds since you last smiled at me. 58,432. Do you hate me now?” You don’t know how he’s even getting these into your pockets. But every time you reach for your wallet, there’s another one.

And just when you think it can’t get worse? The shrine. Oh yes, the shrine. You found it by accident—he dragged you into a room one day, claiming it was part of his “1,000 Provisions.” It wasn’t. It was a room filled with pictures of you. Badges you’d worn. Stray hairs he’d somehow collected. Even a pair of socks you thought you’d lost forever. “Do you like it?” he asked, beaming with pride. “It’s for us. For our eternal bond.”

You can’t escape. You’ve tried. You’ve tried everything. Locking your doors? He’s already inside. Moving to another city? He’s waiting at the train station, cane in hand, tapping it ominously against the floor. “Fool,” he says, his voice dripping with menace and affection. “You’ll never leave me. Never.”

You poor bastard or should I say fool?

[localvigilante]

On this fine Sunday, I gift all of you: Kurt in a speedo

Courtesy of Excalibur (vol 1) #33

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: jeonghan x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, 70's au, little to no angst

warnings: none, maybe a few swear words here and there

summary: Jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims.

words: 2k

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

a/n 2: i heard a podcast and it made me want to write this fic because the love story of the two hosts was sooo damn cutee.

You knew Jeonghan from when you were literally a kid.

His father had moved to your city after a presentation from little Jeonghan on how to make a pocketknife using ice cream sticks that he learnt from his local friends, his mother mortified that her little sweet child would grow up to become a goon forced his father to change cities to go as far away from the place they physically could.

It was during his fathers pursuit for a stable Korean community in Canada’s ever-growing cities did he come across the name of your grandfather’s in the phonebook that sounded very much similar to his. Your grandfather being the trusting and kind man he was invited his father for a dinner in his house the following day and this event kickstarted a relationship between the two families wherein, his father bought a house six minutes away from yours in the small part of your city inhabited by mostly Asians.

You both had met when he was seven and you were only three, he still remembers babysitting you when you were in middle school as your parents trusted no one more than him. So, when he broke the beautiful glass table in your living room, he had skillfully blamed you resulting in a three-hour long lecture from your parents about taking care of ones possessions.

You hated Jeonghan then, you really did, so you refused to talk to him for the next almost five years.

Until you both found yourselves in a duet dance opposite to each other because it was the neighborhood talent show and it was mandatory for the kids to participate. Typical Asian parents.

To no ones surprise your dance number got a tad bit too much hype from the watchers and it kickstarted another full year of you both not talking to each other at all because of the teasing glances and suggestive remarks from adults and children alike.

The time you both talked to each other again was when it was you senior year prom at high school and your father being the overprotective man he was, did not allow you to go because according to him ‘prom is how American kids end up getting pregnant.’

He was wrong of course; kids get pregnant due to having sex but you being the soft-spoken kid you were did not have the gal to inform him that. You would rather spend the night being sad and watching Simpsons and crying about how unfair it is for your parents to not let you go and experience the night considered to rank number one in peak American high school experience.

This was the first time you saw Jeonghan as your lord and savior, which you obviously will never tell him because it will do nothing but fuel his over-the-top ego. But that day he had stepped in and talked to you father.

“It’s an experience and everyone should be able to experience it, I think you are wrong sir to take away this from your daughter,” he had oh so righteously said.

“Son, I would let her only if you take her, as I don’t trust anyone but you with my daughter.”

“So, I shall then.”

Now did this conversation shock you? Yes, it did especially your father’s response to Jeonghan, but you were not going to stir up any feminist conversation with your father right now, not when you just got the pass to go to prom.

That night was something you barely remember; it has been twenty years since then and you barely care about the overly hyped kids and the future alcoholics that you encountered that night. Now that you are wise and older, you understand your parents concern. Suzy from you class had become a mother at the prime age of eighteen, nine months later. You are thankful that your father made the wise choice for you that day.

That night from what you remember was just plain boring, you had come back at 11 to a quite house, had talked to the boy for the entirety of the night, watched the sunrise with him and at the end had hugged him thanking him for taking you to prom.

After that incident, you both had again gone onto your own ways and had not talked to each other for another year till the next family function, where you both were the only kids of the same age present as all your other friends were out of the country for college.

That weekend had sparked a friendship between you both, as you always stuck to each other’s side seeking comfort from one another as talking to anyone else somehow always circled back to your marriage and their extreme concern for your depleting eggs.

The friendship you both wove lasted a long while, throughout your college. Till one day you come back from a trip to Daegu, and he was there standing at the airport ready to rush you away from your family to the nearest Starbucks because he had some news for you.

Once in the café he informed you that he had landed the job he had been trying for right after finishing college. You were elated for him, so happy that you almost forgot to tell him about the potential marriage partner your parents had whipped up during your two-week-long stay there.

Jeonghan being the man he was asked you up front to marry him, confessing his hidden feeling for you and how the weight of them might have just decreased his height. Dramatic bitch.

You being brough back to reality told him no and stated the reason to be man you could have potentially married. He obviously told you to say no to this unknown ‘son of a bitch’ and accept his proposal.

So being the bigger person, because Jeonghan obviously refused to, you reminded him that you had never dated anyone let alone him and you will not marry a man you have not dated.

This conversation then ignited your relationship the first step of which was turning down the said ‘son of a bitch’ while telling your father you wanted to focus on your career more, which you really did. Fast forward six months and while keeping up the long-distance relation with frequent phone calls late at night because your parents might pick up the landline and eavesdrop if its during the day, while at the same time trying to search for a job near Boston went on.

On one late Sunday afternoon as you were sitting on the kitchen island sipping on coffee you got an email from on of the companies, you had given an interview to, informing you had gotten an onsite job that would require you to move to Cambridge, and you were over the moon.

So, the preparations began for your send off and again Jeonghan stepped in like the messiah he is. He is absolutely not one, you refuse to accept. The man went ahead and told your conservative father he will give up his life to take care of you, till this date you claim it will be the opposite if a situation like that befalls you both. After packing your bags, you were on your merry way to live with the man.

It took you both some time to adjust to the new settings he would be over at your place during the weekends and sometimes you would be at his. This continued for another year or so before one night as you both were laying on the bed together when Jeonghan suddenly piped up.

“I think you should see other people.”

Not understanding what he meant you turned towards the guy and asked, “what do you mean?”

“I know we will end up marrying each other, so I want you to experience dating other men too, so you don’t get to ever claim I was the only guy in your life,” he explained to you.

You had yet to get a taste of exactly how much of a cocky motherfucker you are dating, said innocently.

“But Jeonghan you are the only guy I ever dated.”

That was the end of that conversation that night before you both went to sleep, but his urging never stopped. It went on for a few days till one day your exhausted and a tad bit insecure self, lashed out at him claiming he wanted to cheat on you, and he wanted a break. So, you gave one to him.

That entire year you had a flower bouquet delivered early morning to your house with an apology letter, although the apologies lasted only for a month before you forgave the terrified man, who apologized profusely after you accepted to talk to him. Even though you did feel a bit bad after seeing him, the guy looked like he was living during the great depression.

After that all was smooth sailing and he never ever tried to upset you at all, but his playful nature persisted anyways, not like you minded that.

Five years later during your sister’s wedding in Singapore was when his proposal was finally accepted. You had just arrived at the airport and yet again the man had swooped in and taken you away from your family under the guise of some kind of sound check that was needed to be done in the wedding venue.

Your clueless self agreed to go with him and without a second thought he took you to the cables to take you to an island that was nowhere close to the wedding venue. As you were getting increasingly confused, you kept asking him where exactly you both were going. He kept deflecting the topic, so you ultimately gave up and, as another family came up on the cable car, you started talking about your flight that you took with your family. The poor man did not hear one word, he was sweating bullocks and was essentially confused why another family was in the cable car that he had fully booked for you both.

As the family got down at the end, he stopped you from doing so too claiming it is not the stop, even though it was the last one. It was then the nervous wreck of a man got down on one knee in front of asking for your hand in marriage once again, and you being so in love with him accepted to spend the rest of your life with the man.

The rest of it was history, you both had to tell your parents none of whom were shocked at all, rather relieved that you both had at last agreed to get married and be together forever.

Now ten years later and with your two children, you are perfectly content with your life. Waking up with Jeonghan beside you everyday sounds like a dream and you are happy it came true for you.

As you tossed around the bed you saw Jeonghan eyeing you in his half-awake state.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Us,” you answer snuggling closer to him.

“What about us, huh?”

“The way you forced me to date some other guy because you wanted me to have more experience in dating,” you laughed at the memory.

“Don’t tell me about that it still haunts me till this day” he retorts with a shudder.

“Why did you do it anyways?” you ask.

“I knew I was going to marry you so I wanted you to have some more experience with dating others so whenever you have an argument I could say ‘hey remember that looser you dated!’”, he answers with laugh.

With a laugh you slapped his shoulder exclaiming, “I sometimes forget how cocky you can get!”

"How else do you think I got the permission to propose you in someone else's marriage!" he states sassily.

With that Jeonghan snuggles closer to you some more, its Sundays anyways the kids are with their grandparents and you both have all the time in the world to just bask in each other’s presence and not do anything at all.

[cephalonprime]

I don't have a name for this yet.

Another Umbra oneshot though! (He is literally my hyperfixation right now. I feel bad for this poor man. Two reasons why I was happy to end Ballas during the New War.)

Umbra x Operator!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: None? I think.

Enjoy!

Your tender words and gentle touch created a surge of warmth that radiated through Umbra's frame. It was as if a dormant circuit had suddenly been activated, sparking new life into his otherwise stagnant existence.

Your praise served as a balm to his wounded spirit, soothing the raw edges of his tormented past. For a moment, Umbra allowed himself to believe that perhaps he wasn't entirely worthless—that maybe he could still serve a purpose beyond mere combat.

The caress along his damaged helmet stirred something within him—something primal yet distant, buried deep beneath layers upon layers of pain and regret. Despite everything, despite all odds, you saw value in him; you saw worth where none existed before.

And for that small gesture alone, Umbra found himself inexplicably drawn towards you—towards this strange person who held such power over his emotions.

The Tenno smiled softly as they looked into Umbra's eye. "I'm glad I met you, Umbra." They said softly.

Caught off guard, Umbra stood motionless for a fraction of a second before unexpectedly giving you a hug. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against the hard contours of his armored form.

The warmth of your body seeped into his metal shell, providing a stark contrast to the icy void that had been his reality until now. In your arms, Umbra felt... alive. Alive and cherished—not just a tool or a weapon, but someone worthy of love and respect.

In that moment, standing amidst the chaos of battle, Umbra realized something profound—he didn't want to let go. Not ever.

___________________________________________

I know these aren't very long, but do these need to be long to enjoy them? Anyway, hope you liked this!

Seems a lot longer when writing them.

[ukranianacearo]

Whoever sent me that Death, the kid ask

I'm cooking, wait a minute

For now, have this Ukrainian 2 y/o Miku that I had drawn today

[excaliburimlookingforheaven]

You can’t tell me these two won’t be friends.

[swerveable]

I put Rachel Summers into the ao3 filter and there's 702 works. I add *reader and there's only 5 works.

I put in Rachel Grey and there's only 24 works. I add *reader and there's only 2 works.

None of which are x reader. We as a society have failed.

[k-fic-collection]

Review Compilation for The Kidnap Mishap by excalibur-gone-missing

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Review by Chee 💗 @nothoughtsjustficrecs

Review by Ellie 🌸 @skzhotpot

Run and created by Head Librarian Chee and Head Librarian JiJi. Updated: 07/03/2025.

[blackink-onpaper]

[kuzure-collapse]

Hiii I came here from your hxh fic 😭 it’s so well written! I was wondering if u planned on continuing it? No pressure or anything I’m just interested! :D I plan to take a look at your other fix’s as well, have a wonderful evening/morning.

Aaaaa my ancient hxh fic, I have some notes on how I want the next chapter to go but I’ve been so busy with life and other fics that I haven’t had the time to work on it. I really want to continue it but with how complicated the current hxh arc is I’m a bit too perfectionist? Nervous? Wary? About how I want SfE to go.

I hope you enjoy my other fics even if they’re a completely different vibe!

[duvetchico]

love and war

summary you and jimin go out to get toothpaste and end up accidentally starting the next noodle olympics. love is real, and it’s armed with foam. do you yield?

genre fluff / domestic nonsense / grocery store warfare / noodle fencing/ gay panic in aisle 14

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

masterlist.

you don’t mean to start problems.

really, you don’t.

you were just innocently walking through the seasonal aisle at your local megastore with your annoyingly beautiful girlfriend when you saw it.

a foam pool noodle. bright neon pink. perfect for sin.

you slowly turn to jimin with a gleam in your eye.

"no," she says immediately, already backing away.

you grab the noodle like excalibur. "it has chosen me."

"babe, we’re in public."

"do you yield?"

"y/n."

"DO YOU YIELD."

-

cut to 5 minutes later

jimin is wielding a blue noodle like it’s a katana and you’re both standing at opposite ends of aisle 14—shampoo on the left, discounted garden gnomes on the right.

a poor employee walks past.

"don’t mind us," you say, stretching. "ancient warriors. sacred duel. totally normal."

"winner gets to pick dinner," jimin says, rolling her shoulder. "loser has to carry the groceries."

"you’re going down, m’lady."

"i hope you know i used to be in fencing club."

you gasp. betrayal.

"YOU SAID YOU QUIT BECAUSE IT WAS TOO VIOLENT."

"i lied."

-

the battle begins.

you lunge.

jimin parries with grace and style, her noodle making a fwomp sound that echoes through the aisle. you spin dramatically and nearly knock over a box of sunscreen.

she charges.

you scream.

foam smacks against foam in an epic clash of noodle warfare.

"you fight like a little gay pirate," she wheezes as you duck.

"YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A LITTLE GAY PIRATE."

"AND I REGRET NOTHING."

-

after exactly 7 minutes of noodle carnage, you both collapse into the shelves, laughing so hard you’re crying.

"truce?" you gasp, noodle resting on your shoulder like a sword.

"only if i get a kiss."

you press a dramatic noodle tap to her forehead. "you may approach the throne."

she kisses you through a giggle. it tastes like lip balm and victory.

-

an old lady walks by with a cart full of canned beans and mutters, "kids these days," under her breath.

you wave.

jimin salutes with the noodle.

you both laugh so hard you almost get kicked out.

-

that night.

you're brushing your teeth, half-asleep, when jimin waddles in behind you, hoodie sleeves too long, eyes barely open, and hugs you from behind.

"you smell like toothpaste," she mumbles into your neck.

"shocking."

"should i spit in your mouth to save time—"

"JIMIN WHAT THE FUCK."

she wheezes. you slap her thigh. she hugs you tighter.

"i’m gonna bite you."

"you already do."

"shut up."

"marry me."

you freeze, toothbrush in your mouth. meet her eyes in the mirror. she’s smirking, smug.

"you can’t just say that while i’m foaming at the mouth."

"rabid love. my favorite genre."

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

A Protector's Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: let's see now, oral (f receiving), marking, worship kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, Bucky is lowkey down bad and very open about it lmao also a teeny tiny bit of violence

Genre: fluff + smut

Summary: Things get pretty heated after a charity gala- your boyfriend needs to let off some steam and you're happy to play

A/N: I wrote this as an Easter gift to a friend of mine, no it has nothing to do with Easter, I will not explain further.

***

It's 7pm when Bucky comes through the front door of your shared apartment. He pops into your room and kisses your cheek quickly, bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Hi! Sorry I'm late, I need ten minutes to change and then we can get going, alright?" He says and you smile at him through the mirror you're using to do your makeup.

"That's fine my love, what time does this even start?"

"Dinner itself doesn't start until 8 but I'm pretty sure speeches and whatnot are 7:30." He says.

"Well it's a good thing you're not speaking then, go get changed." You tell him.

"I'll be quick." He says darting out and down the hall to his own room. You finish doing your makeup while Bucky changes, and soon enough you're walking out the door.

"You look amazing by the way darling." Bucky says as he opens the passenger door of the car for you.

"So do you my love." You wink at him, sliding into your seat. He winks back at you as he shuts your door. You watch him walk across to the driver's side and get in the car.

"I think that's my favorite color on you." He leans over the center consol to kiss your cheek.

"You say that about every color." You roll your eyes but you can't even pretend you're not smiling at his praise.

"I can't help it, you make every color look fantastic." He says and he means it. There's something about the way your brown skin glows in most everything you wear, as if it can bend light to make sure whatever color you don looks perfect against it.

Once he starts the vehicle and pulls out of the parking garage, he grabs your hand and places a kiss on the back of it before dropping your joined palms in his lap. Bucky likes to keep some sort of contact with you whenever he can. If you're not holding hands, his arm is around your shoulders, or across your back, or his leg is pressed against yours, at home likes to cuddle, which you love but the man is basically the temperature of a volcano, great in the winter, in the summer you have compromises, his head in your lap or your legs in his and legs locked together while you sleep.

You hum along to the radio as Bucky drives through the city. You and Bucky are headed to a charity gala tonight. He obviously didn't want to go but most of the team is showing up for the cause and you agreed to go with him as an incentive when Steve asked you to get him to come out at least for a little bit of it.

When you arrive at the gala, it seems the event is in fact already in full swing. Luckily there's an attendant to show you to your table.

"You made it." Steve says, relieved to see you and Bucky.

"Of course! I told you we would be here." You smile.

"Yeah but Bucky really didn't wanna come."

"True but Bucky would locate Excalibur if I asked him to." You say and Steve chuckles.

"You know I can hear you?" Bucky scoffs.

"Are you going to disagree?" You smile at him.

"Of course not." He kisses your temple though you catch him rolling his eyes playfully at you.

"I was worried when the speeches started and nobody saw you two." Steve admits.

"Took us a bit longer to get out of the house than we planned." You tell him.

"At least you're here."

"Wouldn't miss it."

"I would." Bucky muses.

"Oh shush." You chuckle.

"How many more of these are there gonna be?" Bucky asks Steve.

"How many more of what bud?"

"The speeches, I figured we'd have missed most of them and we'd be getting dinner soon." Bucky says.

"James!"

"What? It's been a long day. I wanna eat." He shrugs.

"I think there's like two more." Steve says.

"Damn."

"I think you'll survive 15 to 20 minutes baby." You pat him on the thigh.

"I'm hungry."

"You want a granola bar?" You're only half joking, you do actually have one in your purse, you always do in case you forget to eat.

"That'd be great." He says. You roll your eyes and pull the granola bar out of your purse and hand it to him. It'll probably appease him a little until dinner.

"You actually had a granola bar?" Steve blinks at you.

"I always do." You shrug.

"And I thought I was over prepared." He muses.

"Y/n's basically Mary Poppins." Natasha jokes.

"And what about it?" You wink.

"Maybe I ought to be asking you for more stuff y/n." Sam chuckles.

"Buzz off Wilson." You roll your eyes playfully.

Three more shortish speeches later, dinner finally starts making its way out of the kitchen. Bucky scarfs his food down pretty quickly while the rest of the table chatters through their meal. You catch up with the others, having been too busy to stop by the tower over the last few weeks. It's maybe 20 minutes later that the charity auction portion of the evening begins. The items include fancy art, pretty jewelry, lavish vacations, sports gear, all sorts of desirable things for people to battle over with their numbered paddles. Tony gets really invested in the bidding war for a couple of the items.

"We should go." Bucky says quietly a little while later. You check the small watch on your wrist. It's only been an hour and a half since you arrived and they're not even halfway through the auction items.

"Why?" You frown. You obviously don't care about the auction stuff, but when that part is done they'll start playing music and you'll get to dance, which is literally the only reason to come to these things.

"I don't like the way that guy is looking at you." He mutters.

"What guy?" You try to follow Bucky's eye line across the room.

"Don't look." Bucky says putting a hand on your knee.

"Okay. I won't look, but I have to ask, is this you don't like the way he's looking at me because he's a prick or because you're being... territorial?"

"Does it matter?" Bucky frowns.

"A little bit, if you think the guy is going to be mean to me we can leave, if you're feeling jealous I want to dance before we go, so I'm not leaving early because you're all broody and possessive." You say.

"I'm not broody."

"Yeah you are, you don't wanna be here, now you're coming up with excuses to leave prematurely." You say. Bucky sighs.

"You want to dance?" He asks.

"For a little bit at least."

"Fine, but if that fucking guy-"

"If he does anything we'll go." You compromise.

"Alright. We'll stay so we can dance. As long as that guy doesn't pull anything."

"Deal." You say giving him a quick kiss. The auction goes on for another 30ish minutes before they finally start playing music.

"Ready to dance baby?" Bucky asks.

"Yes!" You hop up from your seat and grab Bucky's hand, pulling him out of his chair too. He's happy to follow you as you take him to the designated dance floor.

"Hey sweetheart, why don't you come dance with me for a little while?"

You startle a bit at the sound of a man's voice from behind you.

"Oh- no thank you." You say politely.

"Come on, it's just a dance." He smirks and it makes you very uncomfortable.

"Buzz off fuckhead." Bucky says, shoving him away from you so hard that the guy hits the ground. The people closest to you gasp as they notice him fall. He scrambles to his feet angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He huffs. Oh gosh this is definitely going to get out of hand quickly.

"My problem is you're making my partner uncomfortable you asshole." Bucky glares at him.

"Yeah? She didn't seem all that bugged."

"Are you dense?" Bucky scoffs. You grab Bucky's arm to get his attention.

"Let's leave baby. Like we agreed." You whisper. You see Bucky contemplate if he's gonna pick a fight with this guy.

"You're a piece of shit." Bucky says to the guy before placing his hand on your back and leading you out of the event.

"Was that last quip needed?" You chuckle as Bucky opens the car door for you and helps you into the vehicle.

"Absolutely. Dude was a piece of shit and he should know it." He says shutting the door. You watch him walk over and get in on the driver's side, anger still clearly radiating within him. You grab his hand and place a kiss on the back of it. His shoulders relax slightly.

"I should've broken that fucker's nose." He grumbles and you giggle.

"I don't think that would've gone well baby."

"He deserved way worse than that."

"Hey, I'm okay. He didn't hurt me. He couldn't possibly hurt me with you protecting me." You smile at him.

"I shouldn't have even let him get close enough to speak to you."

"Don't do that, don't beat yourself up. You know very well I can take care of myself."

"I know you can but you shouldn't have to. Not when I'm there." Bucky sighs.

"I didn't have to! You took care of me very well in there. I like it when you get all big bad and dangerous over me." You say drawing figure 8s along his thigh. He glances down at your hand momentarily.

"Big bad and dangerous?" Bucky quirks an eyebrow up at you.

"Yeah, it's hot when you're acting protective."

"I'm driving." He reminds you.

"I noticed." You hum, still tracing.

"You're distracting me." He says melodically. He's warning you almost in song.

"Well I thought I'd be more tired before we left, but because I didn't really get to dance before that guy ruined my fun, I have a lot of energy I need to get rid of before going to bed."

"I'm more than happy to help with that once we get home, but if you keep doing that we might not make it that far."

"Hm, you think there's enough room in the back seat?" You look over your shoulder.

"Dammit y/n." Bucky grits out. "10 minutes, just- 10 minutes princess."

"That's too long."

"You make it that 10 minutes I'll fuck you til you can't breathe."

"Promise?"

"Don't I do it often enough already?"

"Fair point." You shrug.

"So be a good girl and I'll give you anything you want."

You place your hand in your lap for the remainder of the ride home and Bucky makes that 10 minutes go by in far less than 10 minutes. Before you know it, he's practically yanking you out of the car and into the elevator of your apartment building. He crowds you in the elevator, attacking your throat with kisses and bites, sucking marks into your dark skin, enjoying the whimpers falling from your lips. When the doors open on your floor, Bucky lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, locking your ankles, as he walks you down the hall.

He opens the door to your apartment, far too quickly you realize.

"Did you break the door?"

"I'll fix it in the morning." Bucky says still kissing at your exposed skin. You laugh in disbelief, he's lucky the whole building thinks he's terifying because the's ridiculously unsafe. Bucky sets you down in his bedroom to unzip your dress.

"Fucking hell you are beautiful." He says looking at you for a moment. He lays you on the bed and tugs you to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees between your legs, kissing slowly up your thigh.

"Bucky don't tease me." You pout. You feel him smile against your skin before turning his attention to your dripping wet cunt. He takes a slow, long lick over your slit and he groans, deep in his throat. He dives back in, quickly, ferverously, drinking you like the source of his life.

You bury your hands in his hair, grind against his tongue as he devours you. He circles your clit, fucks you with his tongue, moans and grunts as if he's tasted nothing better. He loops his arms around your thighs, holding you open, burying his face deeper against your center. You feel your orgasm build in your gut, throw your head back, arch closer to his mouth, chase the touch of his tongue against you.

"God! It feels so good. Don't stop!" You cry out tugging harshly at his hair still between your fingers. His eyes are on you, watching as he takes you closer and closer to the edge, until you're falling over it with a moan. Bucky doesn't stop as your orgasm subsides, he pulls you closer, makes his tongue heavier, works your body harder. Your moans turn to desperate whines, your body twitches torn between grinding closer and squriming away but unable to do either as he places one hand on your belly to hold you in place.

His other hand joins his mouth between your legs. He starts with one finger, slowly pumping in and out, curling up against the spongy tissue with each stroke. The added stimulation is maddening, you're writhing more, moaning louder, panting harder, your head is spinning.

Bucky pulls another orgasm from you and then a third before he finally gives you a moment of reprieve. He licks his fingers with his eyes locking you in place.

"Fuck I could spend the rest of my life making you cum on my tongue you taste so good." Bucky says standing up to shuck off his clothes. Moments later he's leaning over you, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips and you wrap your arms around him, one hand back in his hair while the other rests on his back.

"I need you inside me." You mutter into the kiss and Bucky groans at your words. He reaches between you to line himself up with your entrance. He sinks into your walls with a gutteral sound that makes your insides clench around him.

"Fucking hell." He says with a shuttering breath. When Bucky begins to roll his hips forward, it's slow, deep, infuriating. It's not enough.

"Bucky, please, move faster." You whine, hips grinding up to meet his. Bucky grabs you by the thighs, folding you practically in half before setting a brutal pace. He fucks into you hard and fast, practically growling as he relishes in the feel of your wet heat.

"Is this what you wanted baby?" He huffs out, keeping his ryhthm steady.

"Yes! Please don't stop. Oh god!" You cry out, nails digging into the skin of his back.

"That's it baby, take it like a good girl, fuck you're so perfect."

"So- good." You pant, whimpers punctuating your incomplete sentence. Bucky doesn't let up, pumping you furiously, relishing in the sounds of pleasure tumbling endlessly from your beautiful lips.

"God I love you." Bucky sighs dipping his head down until his forehead touches yours. His grip on your thighs tightens, his thrusts are harsher, more erradic, he must be close.

"Show me how much baby." You say stroking his cheek, your breathing mixing with his in the small gap between your faces. He groans at your words pumping into you harder.

"You're so gorgeous. I can't get enough of you. I'd do anything for you. You're everything to me." Every desperate word whispered from Bucky's lips to yours drowns you in pleasure even further.

"You're so good to me." You moan. Bucky slips one hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. You shriek, jolt, claw into his back as he pushes you closer to the edge with tight circles against you.

"Cum for me princess, please, let me feel you cum on my dick. Let me feel how good it is for you." Bucky coaxes your orgasm from you with his words and soom you're clenching around him, crying out, clutching him tightly, leaving marks across his back, milking his cock for all it's worth nad you know he's seconds away from spilling into you.

"Let go baby, I want you to fill me up, you feel my pussy asking for it, don't you?" It's your turn to coax him, even through labored breaths, the empennage of your orgasm still affecting you.

"F-fucking hell." Bucky stutters out. With that it only takes a couple more frantic thrusts before he's spilling into you with a shuddering moan, his entire body shaking from his orgasm and the liquid fire flooding your walls feels too good to not moan as you run your fingers through his hair, gently pulling him to fully lay on top of you.

 There's a stretch of silence as you both catch your breath. Bucky's weight on top of you in comforting even as sweat sticks your skin to each others. Your cunt still spasming around his dick causes cum to spill out and you feel it dripping from your folds. Still, you're in no rush to lose this closeness anytime soon, not when you can feel his heartbeat pounding against yours.

"No luckier day have I had than the one I met you." Bucky finally says after a while.

"I hope you know just how much I love you Bucky." You say.

"And I'll do everything in my power to make sure I deserve it."

"You do deserve it dummy, but I'm not about to tell you to stop pampering me." You chuckle.

"I wouldn't even if you did. After all, when you're lucky enough to have a goddess notice you, you'd better worship her while you can." He places light kisses over your neck and collarbone.

"Well, you do a marvelous job so I'm definitely not going anywhere." You tell him.

You're not sure how long you and Bucky stay like that, wrapped in each other's arms, occasionally trading whatever you're thinking until eventually the urge to shower is overwhelming and even then you remain close. You share soft touches as you gently wash each other, tell silly jokes and whisper sweet nothings. Bucky jokingly laments about needing to change his sheets in the morning as the two of you cuddle under the blankets in your bedroom, enjoying each other's company because even in the quiet moments when you're not being approached by pesky weirdos, when he's not proclaiming his devotion between your legs, you will always feel safest having him near.

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[margeoww]

Wild Games

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pairing: lewis hamilton x singlemom!reader

summary: a single mom, two teens, and lewis hamilton love unfolds through laughter, UNO, and a game of Twister.

a/n: dont have any ideas, so please send requests 🗣‼️

There’s pizza grease on Dash’s cheek, Ari’s taken over the aux cable, and Lewis is laughing like a man who’s finally figured out where he belongs.

The board games are scattered across the coffee table, but Dash’s eyes gleam with mischief when he holds up the UNO deck like it’s Excalibur.

—You ready to lose, old man? —he says, grinning at Lewis.

—Oh, it’s on —Lewis replies, cracking his knuckles in exaggerated slow motion. —But I play ruthless.

You raise an eyebrow, slipping into the couch next to Ari. —So do I.

Ari smirks. —Let’s destroy him, Mom.

Lewis gasps, clutching his chest. —And you, Ari?

The first few rounds go light and fun, until Dash starts stacking +2s like a little gremlin. Ari counters with a Reverse, you hit Lewis with a +4, and suddenly he’s drowning in a sea of vengeance-colored cards.

—You people are animals. —Lewis says, half-laughing, half-suffering. —How am I the only one with 27 cards?

—Because you messed with the wrong family —Dash says with the air of a supervillain.

You’re all cracking up by the time Ari wins the round with a smug. —UNO… and out.

Lewis throws his cards down dramatically. —That’s it. I’m challenging you all to Twister. Let’s see how flexible these egos are.

Dash lets out a yell and dives for the game box before anyone can argue.

Minutes later, you’re on the floor. Literally.

The Twister mat is sprawled out, and the living room looks like it survived a soft tornado made of teens, limbs, and suppressed laughter.

Ari’s already out, she “accidentally” fell during a left-foot-yellow situation that she swears was sabotage.

Dash is hanging on by a toe and a prayer.

Lewis is next to you, way too close for someone trying to win, and somehow his left hand is barely an inch from yours.

—Right hand, blue. —Ari announces with fake menace from the side.

You reach. So does Lewis. Your hands land at the same time. His pinky brushes yours.

It shouldn’t matter.

It shouldn’t send a lightning bolt straight through you.

But it does.

And when you look up, he’s already watching you with that smile. The one he saves for when the kids are distracted. The one that says, we’re more than just this game.

Your heart skips.

You’re not sure if it’s because of the tension in your back or the tension in the air.

Dash loses it, like literally and figuratively, tumbling to the side with a dramatic grunt. —I’m out. My spine doesn’t bend like that.

Which leaves just you and Lewis. Face to face. Hand to hand. Heart to—

—Left foot green! —Ari yells, loving this way too much.

You move. He moves. The moment stretches.

—You okay? —he murmurs, barely audible.

You nod, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much.

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: lovers to exes

warning(s): angst

summary: wonwoo realizing that good things dont last unless one takes care of them.

words:750

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Wonwoo had realized you were the love of his life from the prime age of fifteen. You obviously were not aware of this revelation of his, but you did not need to, he was fine with keeping it secret from you till he was comfortable with sharing it.

He had met you when you were six and though a series of unfortunate events, wherein you shoved his face in dog shit and he pushed you into the lake without knowing you could not swim, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable.

The first crack in your ever so strong friendship came with Wonwoo realizing his feelings for you, he stopped talking to you trying his level best to make sure it goes away. It resulted in you breaking into his house to inquire his sudden disappearance from your life and decreasing his life span in the process.

He had his first serious conversation with you about your relationship then. After spending the whole night talking, you both realized you were equally in love with each other and felt the innate teenage need to get into a relationship.

That was the second crack. Now that he thinks back to that day, he realizes the foolhardy risk you both took. It just resulted in a lost friend and a broken relationship.

That was five years ago, both of you were young and dumb, and did not know how to actually work out a relationship. Now at the age of twenty, both still young and dumb, but wiser than your fifteen-year-old selves stand in the living room of his college dorm teary eyed and exhausted from the conversation you just had.

"Maybe it's time we take a break you know experience the world, because I don't really have the energy to do a long distance anymore Wonwoo, not when it's just me putting the effort." You spoke.

That was the topic of the argument, 'his extreme ignorance to your presence', as you had stated, taking utmost care to point out all the time when he went wrong and how you are the only one putting enough effort.

In return he had used up his energy to point out valid reasons as to why he was not able to be available for you in his schedule. His head is throbbing, and he would very much like to have a glass of water but alas the predicament he is in refrains him from doing so.

"let's break up then, what are we waiting for", he says.

All he gets is a scoff from you as a reply. You turn around while running a hand through your hair, you mumble something that sounds similar to 'prick' and walk out of his dorm slamming the door shut.

Maybe if he would have tried to understand where he went wrong instead of making excuses, maybe if you would have tried to understand his predicament or maybe if you both would have sat down for a discussion, you could have salvaged the broken relationship of yours.

But that was not the case here, you both were too deep in your emotions to even try and feel the others, the years in uni had made you both incapable of accepting the changes you both went through. It has made you both hardheaded souls who refused to accept their own shortcomings and blame the world for everything when they could easily fix the problem with accepting their faults instead of defending them.

You were Wonwoo’s first love, and he knows he was yours, but maybe good things do not last long or maybe to make them last one must put in effort, which you both just refused to do. He knows before anything else you both were friends; he does not know if you will be anymore, but he sure does hope that the friendship stays.

Maybe he is a prick he thinks, but you are no less, he knows both of you are equally at fault here, but he will take the easy route this time too, he will blame you because it takes too much courage to blame one’s own self.

He just hopes when the storm dies down you come back to him maybe not as a lover but as a friend because you are too precious for him to lose, and he hopes you think the same as him. Because at the end of the day, you are best of friends.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

HELLO!!!

I saw your request are open so I decided to request about yandere Sonic where he is in the SaTBK (Sonic and The Black Knight) and when he became the Excalibur Sonic and technically King Arthur, he falls in love with a normal citizen of Camelot and he's contemplating whether he would go back to his own world or stay in Camelot.

Yan! Excalibur Sonic x reader

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the kingdom of Camelot, a sound that had become all too familiar. The legendary knight, the one who had been summoned from another world, had fulfilled his duty. The tyrant King Arthur had fallen. Peace had been restored. And now, the knight stood at a crossroads.

You had heard of him before you ever laid eyes on him. Everyone in the kingdom had. The mysterious blue warrior, faster than the eye could follow, who wielded a blade with unmatched skill. The rumors painted him as both a savior and a force beyond comprehension. Some whispered that he was a spirit, others that he was a god of speed given form. You hadn't believed any of it. Until you met him.

It had been by chance. A quiet evening in the marketplace, tending to your usual errands, when he arrived. He hadn't worn his golden armor that day, just his simple tunic and gloves, the sword strapped to his side as if it was just another part of him. He was laughing, carefree, joking with a merchant about the price of apples. You hadn't known what to expect from the supposed knight from another world, but it certainly hadn't been this.

And then he noticed you.

At first, it had been nothing more than a glance. But something in the way you carried yourself, the way you moved through the streets, caught his attention. He had stared for a beat too long before grinning, as if he had already decided something in that moment. He had approached you without hesitation, striking up conversation as if you had known each other for years. His confidence had been overwhelming, his energy infectious.

After that, he kept appearing in your life.

He sought you out whenever he had the chance, dragging you along on adventures through the kingdom, showing you sights you had never dared to explore. He had made a game out of making you laugh, flashing that cocky grin whenever he succeeded. He had been unlike anyone you had ever known, so alive, so unshakably sure of himself.

But then, he became king.

The transformation had been breathtaking. The golden armor, the sheer power radiating from him. He had fought for justice. And he had won.

Yet in the aftermath, a question loomed over him.

Would he stay.

You hadn't thought much of it at first. He spoke often of his home, a world so unlike your own, a world of sprawling cities and boundless landscapes where he could run forever. He had never seemed like someone who could be tied down.

But then he started lingering.

He spent more time at your side, more time watching you when he thought you wouldn't notice. He talked less about leaving. The carefree knight who had once only chased adventure now hesitated, caught between two worlds.

You hadn't realized it at first, but the people of Camelot had. They had whispered about it, speculated about why the great knight delayed his return. Why he lingered in the streets instead of the throne room. Why his eyes followed only one person.

And now, you could feel the weight of it in the silence between you.

He stood in front of you, golden armor catching the last light of the setting sun. His sword was planted in the ground, both hands resting on the hilt. He wasn't smiling.

"Hey," he said finally, voice quieter than usual.

"Hey."

He looked at you for a long moment before glancing away. His grip on the hilt tightened. "I should go home."

You nodded. "I know."

He exhaled sharply, as if the words frustrated him. "But I don't want to."

The admission hung in the air between you.

You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it.

"I've never been the kind of guy who stays in one place," he said, voice tight. "I run. I keep moving. It's what I do." His fingers curled into fists. "But when I think about leaving, I can't, I can't do it."

"Sonic-"

His head snapped up. His eyes burned with something raw, something desperate. "Say my name again."

You hesitated.

"Please."

"Sonic."

He closed his eyes, like he was savoring the way it sounded coming from you. When he opened them again, something had shifted.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You had seen him fight monsters, defy fate itself, but this? This scared him.

You took a breath. "You should go home."

His expression flickered. "Should I?"

"You don't belong here," you said gently. "Camelot isn't your world."

His jaw clenched. "You're here."

"That's reason enough to stay."