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[shysoftbebe]

Bruise {San x Reader}

San x Reader

You chose not to lie.

This time anyway.

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“I’ve told you many times to be careful,” you mumble as you throw away the swabs, before moving past a shirtless San to clean up, having fixed him up a few minutes ago. His sharp eyes watch your movements, narrowing slightly as he tries to see past whatever guard you have up.

“Is there something you aren’t telling me sweet thing?” he purrs, ignoring your words as his voice drops by an octave, drawing a barely there shiver from you. Shaking your head, you mumble a few chosen words under your breath before escaping from the bathroom, the air growing too heavy for you. 

You busy yourself in your small kitchen, getting to work as the water boils only to jolt in surprise as you turn away from the cups that stand on the island, to find San stand directly in front of you.

Stupid stealth skills, your head snips, as you watch him, his eyes trailing about your body before narrowing on your left wrist. Frowning you follow his line of sight.

Only to find the bruise from two days ago - gained from goons of a rival group - peeking through the sleeve of your sweater that has ridden up. 

“Um, I guess no excuse will fly with you, will it?” you inquire, he tilts his head brows shooting up as he waits for you to explain why there is a bruise on your skin when there shouldn’t be. 

“I was at work, closing up with Kira,” you explain, tapping your forefinger against your upper thigh, trying to keep your emotions in check as you feel your emotions from that night wash over you with your retelling.

When you’re done, it is deathly quiet - the kettle doing boiling a few seconds prior - while San’s eyes don’t leave you. 

“I’ll call the others,” he tells you whipping out his phone, you bit your lower lip, nodding softly knowing he won’t let you protest no matter what. 

His gentle touch around your waist brings you out of your thoughts, as he presses a soft kiss against your lips before resting his forehead against yours, as the tension slowly bleeds out of the room.

“Next time, just tell me when you’re hurt,” he tells you tone stern, words soft, you hum softly just enjoy the warmth his body gives you.

“I will, don’t worry.”

[wanderinginksplot]

If you're still taking requests, can I request either Echo or Tech with hurtReader + fluff? 👀

(your writing is amazing and it melts my heart sndnfjdjdb)

Hi, friend! Thank you for the compliment - you're so sweet! I went a little lighter on the fluff than I meant to, but this is what I ended up with. Thanks for the request! Enjoy!

Tech + Injured Reader + (Minor) Fluff

*WARNING: Slight mention of gore. Nothing graphic, but a head's up.*

Watching the Havoc Marauder touch down was a ritual you followed every time the Bad Batch went anywhere without you on board. Tech liked to believe he was an excellent pilot, but you were of the opinion that flying took more than encyclopedic knowledge of a ship’s internal systems. It took instinct, a feel for the ship’s personality, and a good bit of luck to fly in a war zone.

Tech disagreed vehemently, but you had been assigned to them for a reason. Even if he had found your belief in luck - okay, slight obsession with luck - to be ridiculous, Tech admitted that you were an excellent pilot. It hadn’t been enough for you to accompany them on their mission, but it was something.

The real problem was that the members of the Bad Batch were insanely protective of anything or anyone they saw as ‘theirs’. Privately, you thought it was because they hadn’t had any personal belongings on Kamino. And they definitely hadn't had friends outside of their group. Unfortunately for you, you were also considered ‘theirs’ now and the Batch could be… restrictive when they felt you could be in danger. And since you were assigned to help them fight a literal war, you were always in danger and they were always protective. Especially Tech. You had been dating in secret for a few weeks now - too short a time for anything serious, but Tech let you take absolutely zero chances.

“Sir, we need to get you inside,” one of the troopers on deck told you, his light touch to your arm pulling your attention away from scanning the star-littered space above the hangar bay. The trooper's regulation armor looked oddly plain to you, even with the medic's symbol and the touches of gray that told you he was a member of the Wolfpack.

“I’m sorry, what was your name again?” you asked, partially to stall and partially because your luck senses were tingling.

“That isn’t important right-”

“Please?” you asked again. It was another quirk of luck. If a trooper touched you, you needed to know their name or they ended up dying. Statistically, you knew that probably wasn’t true, but who really wanted to mess around with fate if they didn’t have to?

The trooper blew out a sigh that crackled his annoyance through the speakers of his helmet. “Curl, sir. We really should be-”

“I’m sorry, Curl,” you apologized, interrupting the poor medic again. “I got separated from my team and I need to see that they’re back okay before I can leave. Does that make sense?”

“What team isn’t back yet?” Curl asked, seeming concerned. “I thought Commander Wolffe said that everyone had checked back in?”

“I’m with the Ba- with Clone Force 99,” you told him, changing your explanation to use the group’s official name at the last minute. Professionalism never hurt anyone.

“You’re with the Bad Batch?” Curl asked, sounding impressed despite himself. Without waiting for an answer, he gave a curt nod and lifted his wrist toward the speakers of his helmet. “Sergeant Sinker, Medic Curl.”

“Sinker here,” a voice answered immediately.

“Do we have an ETA on Clone Force Nine-Nine?”

“Hold.”

“Copy.” Curl glanced at you and you nodded to show that you were following the conversation.

“Curl, bridge says they’re inbound, expected to hit the hangar in about a minute.”

“Copy,” Curl said again. “Thanks, Sarge.”

“I’d stand clear,” Sergeant Sinker warned. “The good pilot isn’t on.”

“Are you the good pilot?” Curl asked you. You swore you could hear a smile in his voice.

You smiled back and nodded. “That would be me.”

“Understood, I’ve got the good pilot with me,” Curl replied over his comlink. “We’re gonna spectate, make sure they don’t scratch the paint job.”

“There’s no reason to worry,” Sinker said consolingly. “The GAR stopped springing for paint two months ago. There’ll be none left on that ship.”

Curl laughed aloud at that, shaking his head.

“Cut the chatter,” a harsh voice reprimanded. “This is an official channel. Save your jokes for the clubs on the Triple Zero, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir, Commander,” Sinker agreed chipperly.

The Solidarity’s deck shuddered as the hyperdrive activated, ready to take off as soon as the Havoc Marauder landed, and you stumbled with the movement. Curl caught you - his grip uncomfortable given the harsh plastoid planes of his armor - and shook his head.

“We really need to get you inside, sir,” Curl said again, sounding reluctant but concerned. “You have an appointment in the medbay with me, and I’ll be very offended if you’re late.”

You were about to point out that he would be late, too, when the Marauder zoomed up and around the Solidarity, clearly following a path to land.

“Wait, they’re right there,” you protested. “Give ‘em ten seconds to land and a bit longer for me to gloat, then I’ll gladly go to the medbay.” Curl hesitated and you pressed your advantage. “I’ll be a model patient, Curl. No arguments, no debates, no complaining.”

“I never believe anyone when they say that,” Curl said dryly, “but I guess you’ll survive without treatment for a little while longer.”

“Thanks, Curl!” your enthusiasm was a little… off… but you blamed it on the pain you were finally beginning to feel.

Tech was flying, you knew that beyond a doubt. Not only was he the only person allowed to fly, but the landing performed by the small cruiser was proof that the wickedly intelligent trooper was behind the controls.

As soon as they had landed, Wrecker burst out of the side door. “Ha! Told ya we would make it back in one piece.”

“More luck than skill, that,” Crosshair countered sourly, slouching from the door as well with Hunter behind him.

“As I said multiple times, everything was under control,” Tech disagreed. He caught sight of you and started in your direction, eyes taking in the way Curl’s gloved hand was still gripping your bicep.

“There, you saw ‘em,” Curl muttered to you. “We really need to go now.”

“I beg your pardon, but where exactly are you trying to go?” Tech asked sharply, glancing between the two of you.

“Medbay,” Curl replied, slipping into the vocal brevity of a career soldier. “Your pilot was injured, but wouldn’t accept treatment until you had touched down.”

“Luck, you know,” you told Tech, who was already scanning your form with his goggled gaze. You smirked at him and shrugged off Curl, who seemed ready to tow you to the medbay himself. “Also, statistical likelihood be karked! I stayed in the ‘safest possible place’ like you told me and I’m the only one who ended up injured! You should listen to me from now on.”

“What?!”

“Injured?”

"How? Where?"

The rest of the Bad Batch had surrounded you and Curl in a moment, all asking different variations of the same question. Hunter’s voice cut through them all. “Trooper, why is she not in the medbay?”

Curl held up his hands as if despairing of the entire situation. “Sorry, Sergeant. Your pilot refused to leave until we saw your ship land. It would be a big help to me if you would just issue an order to report to the medbay so I can start treating the injuries.”

For all that he liked to take a laid-back approach to non-combat leadership, Hunter took the safety of his team seriously and you knew he was about to do as Curl had suggested.

“It’s not even that bad an injury,” you argued before Hunter could speak. “I just got hit with some debris."

You tugged up the rough, canvas-like material of the uniform pants you wore while you weren’t actively flying and showed them your lower leg. You were busy looking at the faces of the Batch rather than the injury, but you knew something was wrong when Tech swore. Tech never swore.

With a frown, you glanced down at your leg. Your mind refused to make too much sense of things, but you saw smears of crimson and a pale flash of something before the dizziness returned worse than ever.

Fortunately, Curl caught you before you could actually fall and Wrecker scooped you up a moment later. He was already muttering soothing nonsense as he lifted you, and it was almost enough to keep you from noticing the pain. “All right, here we are. Everything is fine. Just don’t puke on me.”

“Medbay,” Hunter ordered severely. “Now .”

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, your voice more weak than you liked.

“Finally,” Curl muttered.

“Tech, go with them,” you heard Hunter say from a rapidly growing distance.

There was a sound of jogging steps, but when you tried to look for Tech’s familiar face, the Solidarity leapt into hyperspace and you felt like you might actually pass out.

“What will treatment consist of?” Tech asked. He was trying to mask his worry by being professional, but you could hear a hint of it in his voice.

“Some stitches, probably an antibiotic shot since the debris was metallic, and a check of the nerves in the area of injury,” Curl answered easily. The lack of concern from the medic was comforting in a strange sort of way.

The silence hung for a few moments, interrupted only by the sound of everyone’s footsteps. Eventually, Tech admitted, “I should have been able to calculate the risks more closely. This never should have happened.”

“Aw, how were you supposed to know?” Wrecker asked loudly.

“That’s right,” Curl agreed. “This is war. Unexpected variables are the norm and there are no safe spots. My only advice is to take all of your people with you. After all, your pilot accepted the assignment to be part of your team. Trying to keep people out of the action never works. Take the lesson, learn from it, and make adjustments in the future. You don’t need to do anything more than that.”

“He’s right,” you agreed, the sentiment muffled against Wrecker’s broad chestplate. “Let me do my job and trust that I’ll do everything I can to keep us all out of danger.”

You blindly stuck your hand out behind Wrecker’s back, searching until you connected with Tech’s familiar fingers. His grip was hesitant but steady, and you gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance.

“It’s probably true,” Curl said, apparently backing you up. “Pain is like a truth serum. And with that gash… it’s probably the truth. Even if you did lie about being a perfect patient.”

You chuckled at that, despite the discomfort from your injury, and relaxed a bit as you felt Tech press a kiss to the back of your hand.

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A/N - This chapter could realistically be called 'Ink will do anything to avoid using the y/n designation'. For those who are unfamiliar, Curl is my OC medic for the Wolfpack and you can read more featuring him in Just for Kix on my masterlist. As always, I'm still taking requests! Thanks again, Anon, for this idea and I'm sorry again about skimping on the fluff! If you want me to rewrite or expand on it, please feel free to let me know.

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[saibh29]

Too Close

Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Violence, HurtReader!, Swearing 

Request:  Can I be on your tag list and a Bellamy x reader imagine. Where you went out hunting in a group (you're the most experienced) but grounders came and everyone ran and you got injured and crawled to camp by yourself. He notices you aren't there and you almost die or something

AN: @jaib2-blog your request is all done sweetie. Hope you enjoy. 

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Ever since the failed peace talks guard patrols had doubled, tension racked up each and every time someone had to leave the walls protection. No one wanted to be the group who managed to cross the grounder scout’s paths.

Unfortunately, you all still needed to eat and the 100 were ravenous teenagers who if they weren’t watched would quickly eat a weeks’ worth of rations in a day. It meant that hunting parties were still completely necessary and actually even more frequent than they had been in the past.

You knew that Bellamy didn’t like you being out on the hunting missions, that he tended to worry like an old woman every time you left the relative safety of the camp. You however, were one of the best hunters in camp. You were deadly accurate when it came to throwing knives and axes. The ability to take down an animal from a distance was well appreciated by the others in the hunting party. Ever since Katy got skewered by a boar tusk and required Clarke to stitch her up with any sort of anaesthetic, you’d all been much more reluctant to get close to the animals after that.

You were out now with Miller and another couple of delinquents moving quietly through undergrowth trying to find the trail of the boar you’d abandoned yesterday. On your left, you could see Miller a few feet away moving deeper into the woods.

If you hadn’t been looking at that exact moment you would have missed it, the sudden glint of a knife and flash of eyes from the dense forest beside Miller.

“Miller DUCK!” you screamed.

His pause to look at you saved his life as the knife flew past his face inches away from his nose. As it was though you didn’t move fast enough. The knife meant for Miller lodged itself into your chest near your shoulder.

You dropped to the ground with a gasp of pain, hand reaching up to the knife. Laying on the ground staring up at the sky above you could hear shouts around you as grounders appeared. Miller was shouting your name trying to find you but your voice was for some reason not working anymore. You couldn’t make yourself shout out.

The noises were fading away and your eyes were starting to flicker in and out of vision. Damn it even your fuzzy brain knew that passing out from blood loss would not be a good idea. However, it was impossible to stop and you seemed to no longer have control over your body. Your eyes closed once more and this time they didn’t open.  

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When you woke you were semi surprised that you were even waking up at all. You were still laying on the ground and there was an aching fire of pain in your shoulder. The knife had gone and god knew how it was possible that you hadn’t simply bled out.

The sun was starting to set and darkness was creeping across the forest, it would not be a good idea to be caught out here in the dark. Testing first your feet and moving up your body you decided that the only parts of you that weren’t working was your left shoulder and arm. Luckily you didn’t need your arm to walk and with a groan of pain you managed to push yourself up to your feet.

It took you a long time to make your way back to camp, struggling to keep your balance from the spinning in your head from blood loss. You’d fall every few steps and have to drag yourself back to your feet. By the time you could see the vague outline of the wall coming into view you were banged and bruised. Scrapes covering your legs and knees, clothes torn and your shoulder throbbing in pain.

Shouts alerted you to the fact that the people on guard had seen you. The smaller gate was opening and there was suddenly hands on your arms holding you up.

“Y/N? Fuck, Y/N look at me”

Bellamy, that was Bellamy’s voice. “Bell” you felt your legs start to give way as your strength now ran out once more. Bellamy caught you from falling swinging you up into his arms.

“Find me Clarke” he shouted carrying you into camp “Clarke, now!”

“Over here, get her into the drop ship” you managed to see a flash of blonde hair as you were carried through camp. Bellamy laid you down and you felt Clarke’s hands running over you trying to analyse the damage.

You weren’t going to manage to keep your eyes open again, in fact you were getting quite fed up of all this passing out. You didn’t like playing the role of damsel in distress. Unfortunately, your body didn’t get the memo and blood loss would make anyone woozy. You could still feel Bellamy’s hand laced with your own and with a small squeeze and weak smile at his worried face you did indeed lapse back into unconsciousness.

 ******

When you came to this time you actually felt better. The burning pain in your shoulder had gone down to a manageable level and your brain felt a lot less fuzzy. Managing to focus your eyes you smiled, Bellamy was sat by the table you were laying on. His head resting on his arms by your thigh as he slept bent over.

Reaching out you ran a hand through the soft curls of his hair. It didn’t take much for him to jerk awake, knocking your hand away as he sat up.

“Y/N” his voice was still heavy with sleep but relief was visible on his face. “You’re awake”

“I’m awake” you agreed. “What happened?”

“Clarke managed to close up the knife wound, you lost a lot of blood though”

“Yeah, I noticed that” you coughed pulling at the stitches in your shoulder and wincing at the sudden pain there. Bellamy flinched as well, he’d never been able to handle your pain. His own he was an expert at dealing with but if you got even a paper cut he’d worrying and hover all day. “are Miller and the others alright? Did they get away?”

“They did. Miller came by earlier to see you. He feels like it was his fault”

“It wasn’t” you corrected him instantly. “It was no one’s fault. They just came out of nowhere”

Bellamy went silent shifting on his chair to get closer to you and taking your hand in his own. “I could have lost you today”

“but you didn’t” you wanted to sit up and wrap him in your arms convince him you were fine, but you didn’t think your shoulder would let you. Instead you smiled and squeezed his hands. “I’m going to be fine”

“I don’t think I’d survive losing you” he admitted turning his eyes up to your own. “You make me strong”

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere”

Turning his head to check no one was around he stood up, helping you into a semi sitting position. He got behind you with his legs on either side of you so you could rest your back against his chest. His own arms wrapping around your front being careful not to press on your shoulder.

“No more hunting trips for you”

You smiled at that even though he couldn’t see your face. “I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere anytime soon” you agreed. “after I’m healed up… well we can discuss hunting trips then”

“No, I mean it. I’m keeping you in sight at all times from now on”

“Bell, that is maybe slightly unrealistic” you argued. “I know you’re worried about me and I admit this wasn’t the best hunting trip I’ve ever been on. But watching me all the time? Slight over kill. After all what about when I need the bathroom?”

“dispensation for bathroom breaks”

“Now I know you’re just teasing me” you twisted your head fractionally so you could press your nose into his neck inhaling the smoky smell of the fire that seemed to cling to his skin. “I’ll be alright Bell”

He sighed hand coming up to run through your hair, cupping the back of your head. “That was too close Y/N”

“I know”

He kissed the tip of your nose making you smile once more. It had been close, way to close. When that knife had lodged into your shoulder you didn’t think you would make it back to camp. Didn’t think you’d ever lay like this again with Bellamy and the thought had broken your heart. The fact that you would never have had the chance to tell him exactly how you felt about him. You’d promised yourself that if you did get back you would tell him. It would be the first thing you’d say to him. He deserved for you to keep that promise.

“Bell?”

“Hmmm”

“I love you” His eyes widened in shock at your words. “You don’t have to say it back, no pressure. I just… after what just happened I needed for you to know that. I needed for you to know that I love you”

He remained frozen in shock for a few more moments before his lips claimed your own in a kiss that you felt all the way down to your toes.

“I love you too” he whispered against your mouth. “I love you so fucking much” he kissed you again and your heart soared.

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[insecurealure-blog]

Saving you. Part One.

Ouat Peter Pan x hurtreader image

*Trigger Warning*

~Flashback~

"Where am i?" I mumbled to myself and looked around, the woods...? How did i get here...? Maybe i was sleep walking again...? "(y/n)."

I turned my head in the direction of the voice calling my name. "Who's there?" I asked slightly frightened. Suddenly a man stepped out of the shadows, but it wasn't light enough to see his features. Not again...i ran in the opposite direction of where the man was walking towards me from, but yet again he followed me. He caught me, threw me to the ground, stralled me, and pinned my arms above my head. He leaned down to whisper something in my ear as he started kissing down my jaw to my collarbones. What he whispered sounded like "You can run, but you can't hide from me, i'll always find you." Fear stroke me as i heard his belt hit the ground. I tried to look up and see his face-

~End of Flashback~

I sat up in my bed, covering myself with the covers as i cried remembering that horrid night. The man was never found so that means he must be running around and that's what scares me. That night when i came home my mother looked at me terrified and asked me what had happened, i refused to speak so she sent me to a therapist, but when i wouldn't speak there either, she had enough. "(y/n) you need to talk to someone about what happened one year ago!" she yelled while running her hands through her (h/c) hair. I shook my head and ran up to my room. I locked the door and went to face my mirror. My once beautiful (h/c) curly(A/N or straight whichever you like best) hair turned frizzy, you can tell it hasn't been cared for enough, my once gorgeous (e/c) have turned dull. My body still has some scars from that night... My curves have seemed to disappear you can no longer see nor feel my collarbones or hipbones. I'm no longer beautiful...(A/N that's not true, you're perfect.) Tears started falling down my cheeks as i walked into my bathroom and rumgged through the cabinets trying to find my razor blade. When i found it i didn't hold back and cut my wirsts and thighs.

I know my mother would never forgive me if she found out, this is my way of feeling something when i'm numb and of feeling alive when i feel dead. After i finished cleaning my blood, i heard a whimper coming from outside my door, i walked out of the bathroom and opened my door, Liv came in and jumped on my bed. I smiled at the tiny pup and closed my door again. I layed down in my bed and liv came over to me, licked my cheek and fell asleep. I chuckled softly and covered myself in blankets and closed my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep so i walked to my window and looked at the stars, one seemed to call my attention it was the second star to the right, i felt like i've been there before. I shook my head to snap out of my silly thoughts and walked back to bed. This time i was able to fall asleep while remembering the second star to the right....

💜💜

So what did you think??? I know its short, but i'm just starting out and if you have any feedback on how i can make it better please let me know. The gifs aren't mine. Bye, kisses, love you💜

~A

[wetandtiny]

Aftermath (1.5)

Approximately 1.5k words

part 1 · part 2

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intro

You were still shocked about the night before; on one hand you had THE best orgasm in your afterlife and on the other you felt like you fucked it up entirely by asking for something selfish that you thought he'd probably enjoy too.

You wanted so much more than a bite that night, but you were becoming obsessed with his teeth and consequently him biting you, clearly you would have been able to finish without that, but you didn't want it to be like all the other random hook ups you had in hell were it was boringly normal sex or completely deranged ones were angel had to save you before anything happened.

You were clearly obsessed with Alastor, no doubts about it and wanted him in more ways that you could imagine. It was gnawing on your insides, turning your stomach inside out. Your feelings were all over the place, but no doubt the strongest one still remaining was guilt.

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**I started writing part 2 but have a hard time finishing it, so here's the ''in between'' part of it. no real smut in it more of like establishing habbits and relationship of reader with angel dust.

Go read part one if your haven't!

tags

minors DNI 18+ only

#fluff #angryreader #readerfeelbad #sadreader #angeldustisyourfirend #caringangeldust #bitemark #hurtreader #readerworkatthehotel #Y/N #sexpositivereader #receivingsubreader #subreader #needyreader #readerhasacrushonalastor #Freader #Odaxelagnia(reader)

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You decided to stay in bed for the day, trying to tend to the puncture wound on your leg by yourself, not quite reaching all the marks on the back of your leg. You also tried not puking all over your bed from the distress it was causing you.

Fuck him and his help, this didn't help at all! It had all the opposite effect on you, now you were out of commission until your leg felt better. You knew you'd have healed faster and better if he gave you a smaller bite or he'd been more intelligent and dicked you down harshly instead of making you wish for more and ask for something stupid in return. It was like his stupidness was spreading to you.

A couple of hours passed, you were supposed to be downstairs and help with the daily tasks at the hotel but couldn't even walk! You didn't want to call for room service as you knew Alastor would most likely be the one answering the phone. You should at least tell someone about the predicament you were in. You were having a hard time trying to figure out what to do or who to tell, but your vibrated on your night stand.

-Hey buttercup! I didn't see you all morning, did you die or something? What happened to you?

-Well, I got hurt yesterday and can't get up from bed.

-What?  Didn't know you had a date yesterday.

-No, it was not a date.

-I need help with cleaning a wound, it's kind of in a place I can't reach if you have a minute.

-I'll be there in 10, pudding.

-Don't move.

You felt a small ripple of relief knowing you had a friend to help you. You crawled to your underwear drawer to get more presentable, you slipped on a pair of cheeky panties and a pyjama t-shirt. Moving your dirty clothes in a corner of the room at the same time.

Angel arrived in your room a couple minutes after and knocked on the door.

"I'ts angie."

"Come in."

He opened the door, entered your room with a bag on his shoulder and quietly closed it behind him.

"Woah! You look like shit toots, have you even slept at all? " He approached you and handed you a water bottle from his bag.

You looked at him with a strained smile while taking the bottle. You knew you probably had dark circles from the restless night you had. You washed up to the most of your ability and then went straight to bed, but tossing and turning all night were not the best ingredients for a relaxing night.

"Look I'm not going to lie to you Angel, I didn't. It was one of the shittiest nights I had since I started living here."

"Ok then, Let's see the ouchie, so you can catch up on your beauty sleep.’’

You removed the cover from your leg, trying not to rub it against the skin.

"Damn!... Who did that to you? Didn’t know you were into pain stuff" He asked surprised, while getting supplies out of his bag.

"I... "

You disregarded the last comment but you didn't know if it was best to tell him or not who it was, I mean yes he knew about all your other dates and the fact that you had a crush on Alastor, but you didn't know if Al would approve of you telling the whole story to someone.

"I don't know if I can tell you that Angie."

"…It’s someone I know isn’t it?" He said while opening a bottle of wound cleaner.

You looked at him and furrowed your brows slightly with a heavy sigh, not answering the question.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Please Angel I don't want to cause trouble."

"Ok ok" he laughed slightly "I won't push, but if you need help, I'm here." He said gesturing locking his mouth with a key and throwing it over his shoulder. He cleaned the front of the wound.

"This side's done, on your belly now."

You rolled the other way, letting him see your back side.

"Shit, he didn't miss you babe" he said while starting to clean it "I hope, at least, that they made you cum."

"Yeah… he did, angel I really wanna tell you everything but, it would give away who it is, so I'd rather keep it to myself, but it was soooo good…until the end"

"What? What happened, he made you cum didn't he?"

"I mean yeah, but he fucking ran away after that.'' You said motioning to your leg. ''It was just starting to get good; I am so pissed."

"Did he talk to you after that or..."

"No.. and I'm too scared to go talk to him"

"Well maybe he’s scared of something." He said while you hissed from pain.

"Sorry, you're really red." He said while whipping a puncture that was almost under your butt.

‘’Him? Scared? No fucking way.’’

"It happens to the best of use once in a while, I mean there’s a lot of things I didn’t want to do when I started doing porn. Heck there is still stuff even I don’t want to do.’’

‘’You sure you don't want to tell me who? I could go give him a pep talk or like advices."

You huffed "…Naah. But I promise, I'll tell you when I'm ready... or when I need some retribution of some kind. Hahhaaha"

You laughed together while he finished cleaning. Then you talked a bit about the new sex toys that came out this week and other things that happened during the week and eating some snacks he brought.

"Knowing how you heal; you should be fine in 2 or 3 days." He said before leaving.

"I'd you need anything else just text me. Ok?"

‘’Ok I’ll be sure to let you know! Thanks again, I’m glad you’re here.’’

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You were tired from hurting and felt like shit. Your leg was healing fine, but still, it was taking a toll on you. You were still plagued from the flashback of that night, thorn between being turned on by what happened or feeling guilty about it.

But the thought of him was still too strong in your mind, he was hugging all of the space in it. His hands clawing at the fabric of reality that was still enveloping your waking state. Whispering in your brain sweet words that would make you so excited, you could still feel his hands on you and hear him moan between your legs leaving you with less willpower that necessary to battle against your guilt. You moved instinctively, fingers finding the unnecessary needy nub placed over your dripping core, your subconscious knew it was this time of the day again, where his sweet voice would echo in your brain. You needed to hear the sweet caress of his voice filling your ears.

You opened the radio on your phone, not even bothering to plug your headphones, only to hear sweet nothing, the gray noise feeling the vast silence in your room, breaking your lusty state and turning it into a feeling of loss and loneliness.

"Why?! Damn it!!" You yelled, feeling a sob crawling up your throat. "No! No fucking way he's ruining my sex life!" You dialed the number of the last guy who gave you an orgasm, excluding Alastor.

"Hey babe! How you doing?"

"No time to talk I need a cock inside me right NOW!"

"Oh shit! I umh...I can't right now, but I can come over tonight!"

"Damn it Felix! I feel like my head is going to burst. Leave it, I'll text someone else."

"Wait! Wait I'll come over just wait, I'll be here in 10."

"See you in 10."

You didn't care much about him, he was as vanilla as one could be, but at least he could help you get some steam off.

He arrived a bit later, asked you what happened to your leg. You answered him truthfully,

" Had some guy bite me, gave me the best orgasm ever, but gotta be honest with you, might be a bit much, I like being able to walk."

" Do you...want me to bite you while we have sex?"

"Hmm...I mean...would be nice! But please do it more softly."

He fucked you while spooning to make sure your leg wouldn't hurt too much. Taking small bites on your neck and shoulder, it felt more like nibbles not enough to pierce your skin, but enough to make marks. You kept telling him to bite harder, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. You still finished, he still finished. Getting some release was alright but still, annoying, and boring.

You said thank you, he left. You felt a slight wave of relief. Finally, you could sleep. You cleaned, popped some pain relief pills and went off to bed.

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Cruel or Clever

Pairings: Bucky / Reader

Warnings: Lots of mentioned Violence and HurtReader! 

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You were stood at the back of the jet away from the others as you looked into the small bathrooms mirror. You were a mess, bruises covered your face and skin, vanishing under the material of your already ripped shirt. Dried blood crusted around your nose where it was starting to scab up.

You looked like you’d gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. You completely refused to let Natasha look at your injuries insisting that you were fine and all you needed to do was clean yourself up and you’d be fine. You’d also completely vetoed the idea of getting a scan on your ribs, you were fine and did not need the others fussing over you right now.

Sighing you carefully reached over and took the towel you’d been letting soak in the sink out, pressing the now hot comforting material to your eye socket. You were lucky it hadn't broken with the force that the HYDRA soldier had slammed you into the wall. Thinking about that guard again made you shiver slightly, at the time you hadn't been afraid of him, to concerned with keeping Peter out of trouble and trying to protect the people that the insane HYDRA staff had trapped.

Now though, with the adrenaline gone from your system you were beginning to realise just how much trouble you could have been in, HYDRA were a group of fanatics and you were lucky that they hadn’t simply decided to put a bullet in your brain rather than keeping you around to try and ‘play’ with their new toy.

“Y/N?”

You didn't respond to the voice behind you, you’d been waiting for Bucky to build up to whatever lecture he'd want to give you, so his appearance wasn't exactly a surprise. What did actually surprise you was that he'd waited as long as he had before coming over to you.

“Here” he didn't wait for your permission simply reached out and took the towel off of you titling your face up to gently press it to the bruises himself. “you look a mess”

“I know” you finally responded. “I feel it as well” His touch was gentle and you were having to remind yourself not to lean into him too much, after all you weren’t ready to admit to Bucky that you wanted him just as much as he so obviously wanted you.

Bucky’s mouth twitched at that “why did you do it?”

You looked up at him with your one good eye. “wouldn't you have?”

Bucky looked like he was seriously trying to contain his anger for which you were grateful, the lecture you figured you could deal with, but anger at what you’d done would only set off your hanging by a thread temper, especially because you knew full well that the anger was likely to be based on your gender.

“I know you would have done the same Bucky, so I don't see the difference. It was going to be one of us, should I have let them take Peter?” You glanced into the jet’s main area where Peter was sat staring at a book, he obviously wasn't reading it though because he'd been on the same page since you all took off. “The kid can barely deal with getting an injection without passing out”

Bucky didn't answer this time just moved the towel from your face to stare at you, taking in every single mark on your skin.

Each one had ripped through him, he'd been crazed at hearing that man hurt you over the comm channel when there was nothing he could do to protect you. Bucky had known for a long time that his feelings towards Y/N had started to change, at first the crazy ass girl had simply confused him, completely unlike any woman he'd ever met, it hadn't taken long for you to get into his head though.

You had become the only thing he could think about sometimes, your face the first and last thing he thought of at night, so he'd known but hadn't wanted to admit it to himself that he loved you.

He did now though, every one of those marks on you was driven deep into his heart and he hurt for you more than he thought was possible. He'd wanted to rip all of the HYDRA scum into pieces and the force of that want had scared him on some levels

Carefully so as not to hurt you more he traced the pattern of bruises on your neck with his finger, on of the bastards had held your throat tight enough to leave visible hand prints on your skin.

“It killed me Y/N” he admitted “to hear him do this and know that there was nothing I could do about it”

You brought your hand up to squeeze his wrist suddenly absorbed with the look of your smaller hands against his skin. How your fingers wouldn't meet around his forearm even if you tried.

“I'm sorry you had to hear that” you whispered, looking up at him “I'm alright Bucky” you tried to smile but then winced when it pulled at the cut on your lip which just made you laugh. “There's nothing that won't heal with time. I know I look like crap now, and I probably will do tomorrow as well and maybe even the day after that as well, but I'll heal. I'm tough” you squeezed his wrist once more letting go of him and moving around him before going back out into the main portion of the jet.

You slipped into the seat beside Peter. Peter who had been actively trying to avoid eye contact with you since you’d all gotten onto the jet.

“Hey” you said softly nudging his shoulder with your own “you gonna sulk the whole way home?”

“Sulk?” that got an indignant glare out of him as he looked over at you, his eyes catching the cuts and bruises and instantly moving away again. “I’m not sulking” he insisted.

“Peter” You reached over and took his hand “this is not your fault”

He gave up pretending to read his book instead staring at your hand in his own. You were so small and dainty, he'd let those HYRDA guards take you and hurt you. He was the man, he should have spoken up but instead he'd let you get hurt.

“I should have done something” he whispered.

You squeezed his hand “but then I wouldn't get to guilt trip you into doing all the jobs I don’t want to do for the next few months”

Peter’s mouth dropped open again as he glared at you, you smiled with the side of your mouth that wasn't cut up “I'll heal Peter, no permanent damage and I already have Bucky being all caveman about everything, don't make me get righteously angry about your lack of equality as well”

Peter couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his face at the mention of Bucky’s rage. “You know why he's angry right?”

You grinned but this time it was slightly tinted with evil “I know” you admitted “but he can sweat a bit longer”

“Everyone knows you feel the same way about him”

“Actually, everyone doesn't know” You corrected him leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder Peter moving slightly so you could get more comfortable on him.

“He doesn't know” he heard you whisper making Peter smile once more.

“Cruel”

“Clever” you corrected him “you make a good pillow Peter” you shifted a little to look up at him “mind if I go to sleep like this?”

Peter shook his head “go ahead”

You yawned and then winced at the pull on the cuts on your face. You did however close your eyes and soon Peter felt you relax against him.

It was over half an hour later that he realised what you’d done, he didn't feel guilty anymore, somehow talking about Bucky and then the sleepy admission that you needed him to help you sleep had allowed him to feel useful again. He smiled, looking down at your sleeping face. You really were a genius.