#on one hand we have a rock gently sliding to crush us and on the other hand we have another rock moving much faster to do the same

[zanathan-aisling]

rewatched paranoia agent by proxy (reaction youtube), feeling emotionally akin to warm yet raw eggs again. great.

[social-mockingbird]

dangerous habits (pt. 2)

(eleventh doctor x reader)

it’s me again, your favorite procrastinating fanfiction author, (finally) doing a follow-up to dangerous habits! i am a sucker for pet names as stated previously, but i am also a sucker for using them on other people. if you are my friend and okay with it you’re getting sweet-talked out the wazoo. this is dangerous if you have male friends. we don’t talk about the times i called my crush ‘honey’.

you can read the first part here! it’s not required, but it does provide a little more context?  

author’s rec while you read: the flower garden by joe hisaishi

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He likes to catch you off guard with them. 

Thanks to your habit of losing yourself in thought (you were in space all the time! There wasn’t a weekend you weren’t visiting a new planet! You had a lot to think about!), it was pretty easy for him to appear behind you, warm hands sliding a familiar path around your waist, chest pressing into your back. 

“Hello, dear.” 

“Darling, you’ve disappeared again.” 

“Love, what are you thinking about this time?” 

You were starting to get used to being startled, and that was a strange paradox all its own. It was the worst on his happy days, because the gentle hugs were usually accompanied by the softest kiss to the back of your neck, or your jaw, or, if he felt especially cheeky, your mouth, after he’d spun you around and made you gasp. And, as he liked to say into your skin, he’d never been happier.

So now it was time to turn the tables on him. 

The benefit to having an especially flirty sort of lover is that you were picking up quite a lot of ideas for romantic teasing. Despite the fact that he knew exactly how to push your buttons, you were learning what exactly made him click–and you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your new knowledge. (You’d tried flirting to yourself in the mirror, once, to make sure you knew what you were doing, and made yourself laugh so hard that the Doctor had come running to make sure you weren’t choking.) 

“You sure Hayao Miyazaki isn’t from here?” you ask, knee deep in endless flowers. This planet was nothing but fields and always a gentle springtime. There was a pocket storm rumbling gently in the distance. The sun was a little cooler than Earth’s, so you had the Doctor’s coat draped around your shoulders like a cape, despite the bright weather. 

“Took him here once,” the Doctor says carelessly, a flower stuck behind his ear. “I think he made a film about it later.” 

“Remind me: we’re having a movie night later,” you say, knowing he’d forget. You wade to him, stepping delicately around a rock buried in the flowers to move into his space. You grasp one of his suspenders, pulling him down a bit to your level, trying not to smile at the way his eyes widen, at the way he sputters a bit when you touch him. You smooth his hair down and slide the goggles he’d forgotten to take off out of his hair. Then, you place the flower crown you’d twisted on top of his head, giving it a pat so it would stay. He’d been so wrapped up in watching the oncoming storm that you’d had plenty of time to weave the crown behind his back. It hangs a little down over one of his ears, and he twitches his nose at the smell of the flowers, blinking, adjusting to its weight. The bright yellow of the blossoms brings out the green in his eyes. 

“You’re really handsome, sweetheart,” you say, dropping your voice an octave, and lean up to kiss his temple, right underneath the crown. “Thanks for taking me here today. I love getting to spend time with you.”  

You can see his hands fluttering at his sides out of the corner of your eye. For someone so attractively smooth, he was remarkably awkward. 

“Close your eyes, love,” you say, and when he does, you grab his face and tilt it down, pressing your lips to his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. The storm behind you makes the breeze kick up. The Doctor shivers a little and leans into your warmth. His hands come to rest on your hips. You can feel the tremble in his fingers. 

Oh, now you knew why he did it to you. This was fun. 

His eyes flutter open, a kaleidoscope of greens and blues and grays, a little unfocused as you adjust his bow tie and straighten the collar of his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” he says, almost to himself. 

“Flustering you,” you tell him, barely speaking above a whisper, and it makes his fingers tighten on your hips. “Come here, love.”  

You can smell the rain in the air when you grab his lapels and kiss him. It mingles with the scent of the flowers. 

“This is unfair,” the Doctor groans, chasing your mouth when you pull away. You run your fingers up into his hair and the words die in his throat. 

“I’m just returning a favor, Sexy,” you say, pulling him close as the rain comes down. You hold him like you’re leading a dance, wrapping him up in your arms as thunder rolls above your heads. The flower crown drips petals onto your shoulders. Both of you look like wet cats when you finally stumble back into the TARDIS, shivering, giggling, hands full of drooping flowers and each other. 

When the Doctor sneaks up behind you and grabs your waist while you’re toweling off your hair, making you scream and laugh, the TARDIS lights glitter with amusement. 

look at this small precious bean man like what I wouldn’t give to fluster this fool--

(also, tagging @greycircles1​ because you asked me months ago if I would do a follow-up and I wanted to but couldn’t think of anything so I didn’t answer your DM and sorry about that! I hope you enjoy this :))

[bigfootsmom]

Slow dancing for the soft prompts?

“C’mon, up you get.”

Eddie’s voice cuts through the gentle hiss of rain against the windows and the soft staticky music leaking from the small radio perched next to the fridge. 

Buck lifts his head from where it had been resting on his folded arms, blearily searching the now dark kitchen for his husband. He can feel the beginnings of a headache pounding in his temples and his mouth feels like he swallowed sand. 

“Wha– what time is it?” Buck asks, throat clicking as he tries to rewet his mouth. 

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Buck twists in his kitchen chair to look at the clock hanging on the wall. It takes him a moment to read the small numbers, but when he does finally manage it he’s surprised to see how late it is. He had planned to already have dinner ready, but the remnants of half completed prep is strewn around the countertops. Halfway through preparing the food, Buck had to sit down at the kitchen table — the ache in his leg becoming too persistent to ignore.  

“It’s time for you to go to bed,” Eddie hums, smoothing a warm palm across Buck's shoulders. Buck leans into the contact, shifting toward Eddie’s warmth like a sunflower seeking the sun. 

“Mm— not tired,” Buck mumbles, tilting his head up for a kiss. 

Eddie complies with the request, easily planting one against Buck’s lips before asking, “oh really? Why were you sleeping on the table then?” 

Buck sags, knee and hip twinging as if to remind him why. “I was just resting.” 

Calloused fingers card through his probably wildly unkempt curls, and Buck finds him sinking more and more against the solid warmth of Eddie pressed against him. Just when he thinks he could actually nod off like this, Eddie breaks the silence. 

“Is your leg bothering you?” 

Biting his lip, Buck sighs as he spins his wedding band around his finger. The warm metal glints in the lowlight of the hall light filtering into the kitchen. There are more days than not that his leg ends up bothering him. But that’s to be expected when he had fallen through the floor of a burning warehouse and landed on his previously crushed leg. Today is just particularly bad. 

Buck had known it was coming, had woken up with the telltale stiffness in his joints. But he had ignored it, not bothering to do any of the stretches his PT had taught him, hoping to muscle through like he used to be able to do. He knows that was stupid of him. There’s a small curl of embarrassment settling in his belly, and he debates not telling Eddie. He doesn’t even have a good reason he can provide for why he didn’t do anything. Not one he can articulate at least. 

In the end, he decides he doesn’t like lying to Eddie, even by omission. “Yeah, it is.” 

“Did you do your stretches?” 

Buck’s silence is answer enough and Eddie nods to himself. “Okay, c’mere.” 

Eddie gets a big hand wrapped around Buck’s bicep and helps him stand from the kitchen chair. Buck goes willingly, letting Eddie pull him up and into his arms. 

At first, he thinks they’re just embracing, and he’s not complaining about it, soaking up all the heat radiating off of his husband. Then Eddie starts rearranging Buck’s arms, getting them loosely looped around his neck before Eddie’s palms slide to Buck’s waist, holding him gently. 

The music coming from the radio is low, too low for Buck to identify the song that’s playing. But he can hear enough to realize that Eddie is moving them in a slow shuffling rhythm around the kitchen that matches the staticky rhythm humming through tinny speakers. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Dancing— we’re dancing,” Eddie replies, swaying their bodies together as they rock side to side. 

Buck shoots Eddie an incredulous look, but he just leans forward and kisses it off Buck’s face. “We can do your stretches instead, if you would like?” 

With a laugh, Buck shakes his head fondly. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but continues to follow Eddie’s lead, letting himself be slowly spun around the kitchen. 

It helps. The ache doesn’t leave him entirely, but the stiffness slowly bleeds from his joints — the slow gentle movements of their “dancing” and the warmth of Eddie helping to ease the persistent discomfort. 

Gradually, Buck finds himself relaxing, allowing more of his weight to settle on his husband. Eddie accepts it gracefully, a pillar of strength against Buck. 

“There you go, baby,” Eddie murmurs, pressing a kiss to Buck’s temple. 

Tucking his head into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck sighs out, “thank you.” 

“Always,” Eddie says as if it’s just that easy. 

Maybe it is. 

send me a soft prompt and I'll write a little something!

[theunaveragepsychoticbitch]

Drunk n' Love

Top!AMAB!Reader x Bottom!Sub!AFAB!Barbatos

[Human Barbatos, drunk sex, heavy focus on dirty talk, dubious consent (Reader is fairly sober), mid focus on reader being an aggressive person, reader and Barb are life long friends, creampie]

You glance to your left worriedly as Barbatos downs another shot. You know he can hold his liquor, yes, but... Things were quickly reaching excessive levels.

You blow out a puff of air and finish your own shot, snatching the bottle up with your free hand as you see him go for it again.

"Barbs, I think it's time to-"

"Fuck."

You blink, then say, "Well, that works too I suppose." You laugh at your own joke, amusement morphing into confusion at the serious look on his face.

"Barbatos?"

Even though he's so obviously shit faced drunk, the look in his eyes still makes you think twice. It's intense, holding your gaze as you cock an eyebrow, intrigued by the change of mood.

Face flushed from the alcohol, he sways while sliding across the couch, not stopping until you're touching in several places.

His lips purse into a pout, a sight you're 100% sure you'll never see again. Red as he already is, his blush somehow finds a way to deepen, and you pick up on the ghostly whispers of lust entering his body language. Legs spreading slightly, the way he's rubbing up on you- one part of you wants to play dumb, while the other wants to see where this is going.

"...Well, that's definitely a new expression, haha."

For a moment, your friend only stares, intensifying your awkward feelings. How the hell did he expect you to handle a situation like this? You've had plenty of friends sleep with you while drunk, but this is Barbatos. He's not just some friend- not just someone you can fuck and forget about the next morning.

Your attention is drawn back to him when he sighs, his eyes closing to half mast so he can view you through his lashes.

"I love you." Just like that, he's changed both your lives with three little words.

And despite the life altering revelation, he merely sends you another of those soft, sweet smiles you've grown so used to over the years. Eyes closed, his grin seems stuck to his face as he rubs his body against yours, cutely nuzzling into your neck so he whisper in your ear.

"I want you. Want you on me, touching me. Treat this body like a toy made solely for your amusement."

He sighs your name dreamily. The kind of sigh you hear in movies when the actor monologues about marrying their crush, as opposed to drunkenly telling said crush how they want to be dominated.

"You're... Not in your right mind right now. We can talk about this later, but right now-"

"Right now...? Yeah, I want you inside me right now. I need you, [Name]. Have been needing you. Why didn't I say this years ago?"

Your best friend is telling you about how much he wants you to fuck him, yet it's the revelation that's he loved you for years that makes you blush. Years? How were you dumb to this for years? All this build up, his emotions reaching such a boiling point that they explode in the form of whispers in your ear as he rocks gently against your waist.

"I fantasize a lot..." he pants, and you notice he's started palming himself through his pants. "And dream. So many dreams. Waking up sticky and wet thinking you'd finally fucked me, only to find myself alone again. It's so lonely, Hon, touching myself to the thought of you. I wish you'd touch me,"

His tongue traces the shell of your ear and you shiver, unable to tear yourself away from the erotic display. "I love you, [Name]. I love how you make me feel. My heart flutters when you call me pretty. When you get mad on my behalf, and go on rants about how special you think I am. Everytime you touch me I'm filled with butterflies. You're so nice to me, I feel loved when I'm with you."

"Till the end of times, in your embrace... We don't even have to fuck. It'd be nice though, having you inside me all the time."

"Want, want, want. You seem to want a lot of things from me, Barbatos. If I didn't know better, I'd be surprised at all this hidden greed."

He giggles, an oddly airy and innocent gesture considering... Everything, really.

"It's embarrassing... To admit but, ha... It's such a turn on, when your more violent tendencies kick in, and you get all aggressive. You're capable of such terrible things, and I want you to do terrible things to me. Terrible, terrible things..." Hot, bated pants break up his sentence as he slips his hand inside his pants. His humping immediately intensifies, and between the desperate, doe-eyed look he's giving you and the erratic humping of your side, you don't know where to look.

You hear the wet sound of his fingers entering his hole. His tongue is hot as it traces the shell of your ear. "Abuse me, please. Manhandle me, I want nothing more than to be your's. Please. You don't understand how deep inside me I want you..."

You're stiff in more ways than one. You've been shamed for your rather... Extreme, methods several times. Barbatos has ways been supportive of you, even when you flew off the handle and land both of you in trouble. Hearing that somehow, someway, he finds that attractive is... Eye-opening.

Suddenly he moans loud in your ear, seemingly having hit his g-spot. Tears bead in the corners of his eyes as he opens them and smiles wide at you, pure in the face even while fingering himself in front of you.

"This feels so good, [Name]. Don't you want to know how good I feel?"

Can you say no to that truthfully? No. And you both know it.

His back meets the couch, and you must say, you've never seen someone so happy about having their clothes ripped off. He's just as eager, and soon your clothes are a distant memory.

Hands, everywhere. He moans at the sight of your cock; it's everything he's ever dreamed of. The tip, blushed red and leaking, rests on his cunt. "Please, let me do it. I'm so happy right now Hon. Please, allow me to please you."

You nod, but that doesn't mean you plan on neglecting him. You switch positions, and he grinds up and down your length as one hand teases his nipple and the other, his clit. With every roll of the nub beneath your skilled fingers he twitches, sultry moans filling the air as you both begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Barbatos slides up once more, and sits down on your cock all at once.

The unexpected move leaves you dazed as you cum. Barbatos feels himself being filled and cries, hoping desperately this isn't a dream. And if it is, he never wants it to end. High off you, he starts to bounce hard, and you grip each other tight. He's so tight, so wet, so warm. It's dizzying, and when he clenches you get dangerously close to cumming again.

"I feel good, right? Am I pleasing you? Tell me you like it Hon, tell me you want me."

You're not sure you're still able to form coherent words- oh well. You've always done best communicating with actions anyway.

You flip him over and right off the bat, you've set a rough pace that leaves his eye rolling back, his back arching, and his mouth wide open as he moans his declarations of love.

You take the opportunity and kiss him, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth. Barbatos, who'd been holding back his orgasm in hopes to keep this going as long as possible, unravels. You really are everything he's ever dreamed of.

As he clamps down tight around you and almost immediately feels your cum filling him up again, he knows he won't forget this for as long as he lives, even if you two never go farther than this night.

Minutes that feel like hours pass. You made it to the bedroom, and lie naked in the dark, pressing gentle kisses into the skin of a quietly crying Barbatos. Apparently, they're happy tears.

He's said thank you about a thousand times now, and after he says it again, you decide you should probably answer him.

"What are you thanking me for?"

He sniffs, wiping tears. "For giving me this chance, for laying with me after, for kissing me like you like me too." His voice is weak from overuse, and you make a mental note to get him something for that.

"You're thanking me for not being an asshole to the one person I'm never an asshole to?"

He chuckles, finally looking you in the eye. "I'm not sure I can agree with that statement."

"Oh right, of course- cuz how could you be so turned on by something I've never done to you?"

You smirk as his blush comes back full force. Apparently, he's refound his shame.

"That was the liquor talking..."

"Liquor doesn't magically make you a masochist for my specific type of violence."

"Well, maybe it does. We learn something new everyday."

You share a laugh, the exhaustion from partying and sex catching up to you. Barbatos pulls you closer, cuddling into your chest.

In the morning, there'd be a lot to talk about. But for the time being, you both sigh, content in each other's warmth as sleep takes you, and the house is finally quiet.

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Partially unedited. I'll be going on a small break after this.

In the works: Imprisoned pt.2

[umnitsa]

The Wolf and the Hare

Wow, first fic in 20 years and I really hope you like it! <3 Because it may turn into a series xD

Summary: Sometimes, Alexei is quiet.

A/N: IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE BIG, STRONG, BURLY MEN CAPABLE OF IMMENSE VIOLENCE SHOWING SOFTNESS. So, yeah. Also: I LOVE Nu Pogodi <3 If you like, feel free to leave me asks and messages.

Pairing: Alexei x afab!Reader (I really tried to make it gender neutral, but I don't really think I achieved it, sadly)

CW: Immobilization, smothering, HUGS, sex. Minors, please go away <3

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You knew Alexei had spent some time in prison, but nothing had prepared you for how touch-starved he was. He always had a hand on your skin, holding your hand, touching your shoulder, resting his big hand on your knee whenever he was with you (it wasn't that often, sadly).

You got used to his warmth, to his loud and obnoxious presence.

But sometimes, he laid in bed quietly, resting his head on your chest, hugging you as a pillow, pressing his face against your skin as you played with his hair and traced the tattoos on his shoulders with your fingertips.

Today was one of these days.

Alexei sighed softly under your attention, pressing his whole face against your skin. You could feel his warm breath slowly tickling you, his hands sliding and squeezing your flesh. He was so big it seemed he was everywhere. You raised a leg, wrapping it around his midsection.

“Zayats…” He hummed, muffled by your skin. “This feels so good I forget who I am. You're so warm, so soft. So beautiful.” His hand moved to pet your leg, gently sliding up your thigh and squeezing your ass.

You liked the nickname. Hare. It came from an old soviet cartoon; you even watched the episodes together on YouTube, laughter shaking his body as the Hare foiled every single Wolf's plan to capture it.

The nickname talked more about how he saw himself than how he saw you; if you're the Hare, he's the Wolf. The Hare was intelligent, sweet, a positive, gentle hero (or heroine, no one was really sure). The Wolf…. The Wolf was a hooligan. Unruly, eagerly turning to vandalism, breaking laws, and violence, he strutted on the streets, cigarette dangling from his snout. Despite his talents and best efforts, the Wolf failed to catch (and eat) the Hare, ending every episode with a threatening howl. ‘Well, just you wait!’ the character screamed.

The first time you watched the cartoon, he gently touched your laptop's screen over the Wolf, telling you he used to wear bell bottoms and smoke a long, long time ago.

You didn't have the heart to tell him you thought the Wolf was adorable, with his long hair and protruding belly. Capable of immense, glorious feats, he allowed himself to wallow in his basic desires, just like Alexei.

“What are you thinking?” You heard him ask and looked down to find his blue eyes directed at you, his chin still touching your chest.

“Volk,” you said softly, playing with his long hair, then scratching his beard. He chuckled low, his body shaking softly. “I want to see you dressed like a sailor, just like the Wolf. Some day.”

Alexei laughed, muffling his laughter on your skin, creating a trail of kisses as he moved to change positions. You thought he would turn over, pull you over him and crush you against his chest, as he often did, but he buried his face in your neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. His fingers played with your nipple gently.

“Well, Zayats, just you wait.” He growled into your ear; it made you shiver, eyes fluttering close. He moved, parting your legs and positioning himself between them, taking a brief moment to ensure you were wet enough to receive him.

Alexei would usually take sometime to prepare you, but when he looked up, into your eyes, you could see his need. He couldn't wait. You didn’t feel you could wait either.

But he was gentle, teasing you with the tip of his cock, before pressing into you. It felt like he would split you in half for a brief moment. He kissed you, gently rocking against your body until his cock completely entered you.

Alexei looked into your eyes as he waited for you to be more comfortable, while petting your hair. You sighed, and he placed some of the weight of his body over you, smothering you in a hug.

He moved slowly, alternating between kissing you and looking you into your eyes. It was if the world had melted, and only you two existed. You wanted him to move faster, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t spur Alexei, so you whined, looking at him with big, pleading eyes.

“Now, now…” He shushed you softly, nuzzling your cheek. One of his hands moved against your hair, the other held your hips in place. “Patience, my little Hare.”

Alexei looked at you with the most adoring expression; he didn’t change the rhythm, just waited patiently until the sensation mounted and you started moaning, bucking against him. He just kept watching your face, eyebrows raised in expectation, waiting for the dam of your orgasm to break. You gasped, as if all the air came out of your lungs at once.

It didn’t take much after that. You came, immobilized under his body, grabbing his arms and shoulders, your nails on his skin. Alexei came just from watching you unravel, then moved to lay on his back, pulling you half on top of him.

You kissed his chest, now your turn to look up adoringly.

“You’re better than the Wolf in the cartoon, Alexei.” You whispered, as you kissed his chest gently.

“Hm? How so?” He looked down, placing a hand behind his head.

“You caught your Hare.”

“Damn right.” His laughter echoed through your apartment, and everything went back to normal.

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Dive

1,105 words. Ewan and Avanda are dating, but hiding it. Ewan's badly written stutter god I'm sorry. Ewan being a little insecure? Worried? Vulnerable?? Soft times.

Ewan had always been known to have very strong emotions. As a kid, he had been one to cry when he got angry or frustrated; a trait that he fought with even as an adult. He was known to get fired up very easily in Renegade meetings. Adair made it a point to stand to one side of him in case things got heated and he needed to break up a fight. But it wasn't just his anger that he kept close to the surface. His laugh and smile were infectious, often spreading around the family's apartment like a blazing wildfire; and near impossible to stop once it started. He felt every emotion deeply and to it's full extent, so it was no surprise that he fell in love just as hard. 

Avanda had come out of nowhere. Like a rock thrown into the peaceful water of a silent lake, she had come into his life suddenly, changing everything. 

What had started as a one-sided crush had turned into silent pining. Pining had grown into dropping hints. And dropping hints had resulted in a sudden and desperate kiss after a mission had gone sideways. And that kiss...well the kiss had turned into more kisses. Hidden and stolen in the dark, tucked into the corner. Fingers barely brushing, even when they thought no one was looking. Worried promises whispered into each other's hair before one of them left on a mission. And tearful rendezvous after those missions; clinging to each other like lifelines. 

It was one of those reunions that they were in now. Ewan was back. He'd made it home, safe and sound save for a few scrapes and a broken rib. Avanda had shed a few tears, burying her face in his chest. Now she'd calmed down some. Ewan was hunched over slightly, making himself short enough that she could rest her chin on his shoulder as she stood on her toes, clinging to him. One hand traced up and down his spine, the other tangled in the curls at the base of his neck. 

A thought bubbled up in Ewan's chest, a cold dread that he'd been working hard to ignore ever since that first kiss. He straightened up slowly, tears choking him. 

Avanda pulled back as well, a small smile fading as she looked at the worry in his eyes. 

"What is it?"

"Av…" he swallowed hard, eyes sliding away from her's, "What are we doing?"

"What do you mean?" Her hand had moved from the back of his neck, resting now on his cheek. With a shaking hand, Ewan gently removed it from the side of his face.

"Wh-what are-are- Av, w-what are we?" He stuttered, hands shaking as he still refused to meet her gaze. "What are we- d-doing? What-what are...we?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're getting at." Her tone was soft and he could tell that she was trying to understand, which only hurt him more. He drew back a little, blinking fast and trying to hide the tears. 

"Are-do you-? I--are we-?" He sighed. "Are we...official? Or is this- just a way to blow off steam...for--for you? I know-  I know how I feel. About you. About...us. But- is that…?" He sighed again, this time forcing back tears as he continued. "I don't want this to be...just some wartime fling. I can't--I can't survive that. So if you want out; if this isn't something you really want…"

His eyes flicked back to Her now, looking for a reaction. She nodded once, licking her lips a little as it all clicked into place. Ewan's heart pounded in his chest. Were these even answers that he wanted? After trying for so long, he finally was here with her; at least in some capacity. So why was he throwing stones at whatever frail form of perfection they shared?

"Ewan, this….this is complicated." She agreed, twisting her hand out of his grasp. She rested it on his chest and his heart froze as she played with the zipper on his jacket. "I don't know what it is, exactly. But I know it's not like anything I've ever had before. And it's definitely not just 'blowing off steam.'" She smiled up at him. "I know that I care very deeply about you. I know that you make me happy, and that I feel safe around you."

Ewan couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up in a small smile as she spoke. 

"I know that I would do anything to make you feel just as safe. I know how you take your coffee, and I know what kinds of music you like. I know that you smoke when you get too stressed; a habit, I hope you know, should fall to the wayside if you plan to keep me around much longer." Ewan chuckled a little, his own hands finding their way to Avanda's hair as she spoke still. "I may not know what label to use for you when I introduce you to people, or what the future holds for us. But I know that I love you. And for me, right now? That's enough." 

Ewan framed her face with his hands and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was soft and slow, and long. Her hand rested over the back of his his, a thumb tracing the edge of the tattoo on his wrist. Ewan broke the kiss, resting his forehead against her's as the two of them caught their breath. 

"I love you too. Maybe more than I should, but--but I do. I know that. I know that I will give my all for you. If you asked it of me, I know I would fly. I live and die by your words. I know that whatever it takes, I will be yours; if that's what you want." 

Avanda's hands rested on the back of his neck, tracing the wings tattooed there where they peeked out from the neck of his shirt. He felt her nod, their foreheads still pressed together as she pulled him closer. 

"It is. I do want that, I want you." She kissed him now, her lips still tasting of tears, "I want to be yours, and for you to be mine."

"Then I am yours, m'lady." He shifted the grip he held on her hand, pressing a kiss on the back of it as he drowned in the ocean of her eyes. "Tha mi leatsa cho fad 's a bhios tu agam." I am yours for as long as you will have me. 

[bakudekushimasimp]

Pairings: katsuki bagukouxy/nxkirishima

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, threesome, vaginal sex, anal, DP, mild degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it), oral

Summary: you walk into their dorm while they’re comparing sizes 👀

*A/N: yes they are in a dorm but they are also aged up, however old reader thinks is appropriate for people to have sex at, I don’t see grown men comparing sizes so of course they’re still younger. (I’m thinking around 18) can be older! It’s all up to the reader!

Mina and you are walking down the hallway about to turn in for the night, discussing improving your quirks and how your internships have been going. Everyone was either already in their dorms, washing up, or chatting it up in the lounge area. You both pass by the boys restroom as Todoroki steps out in only a towel hanging on his hips. Mina, being the overly confident one, praises him for his fit figure and tells him she might need his ice quirk with how hot he’s made it in the hallway and it wasn’t because his fire quirk. Shouto’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as he slips past you two and crosses the hall to his dorm. You both continue walking as you both giggle at his cute reaction. Mina then decides to bring up the topic of who the cutest boy was in your class. You roll your eyes and look at Mina,

“Mina, we are not 13 anymore.” She only nudges you and laughs. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t thought of any of the guys being insanely attractive, or their quirk just interest you more than others..” You think about it as you watch your feet, and slow down your pace. Now that you thought about it you have been paying more attention to someone than usually. Not being able to take your eyes off them while training. Or in class. A blush creeps across your face and Mina shouts, “See! I knew you had a little crush on SOMEONE!” You jump and quickly tell her to quiet down. You did not want to draw attention to yourself. Before you can say anything Mina turns to you abruptly, “Y/n I totally forgot. Kirishima has my *insert subject* book from class he needed to borrow it to finish up some of his homework do you think you could grab it for me! I need it before tomorrow!” An image of Red Riot smiling flashes across your mind and you start to stutter, “I s-suppose.” She jumps a little and claps her hands. “Thank you y/n” she quickly gives you a hug, your now standing in front of her dorm room door. “I’m going to bed, but you can leave it outside my door I’ll grab it in the morning when I wake up!” You hesitantly smile, hoping that the boys weren’t busy or asleep so you didn’t disturb them over a silly book. Mina retreats into her room, as you turn around to head back towards the boys dorm.

You stand in front of there door hearing muffled voices on the other side. You figure it’s better to get it over with, and since they both seem more than awake you’d just grab the book and go. You take a breath and twist the door knob open.

Your breath catches in your throat and your mouth hangs slightly ajar. Your face turns a fiery red. Both Katsuki and Kirishima stand their with their manhood in their hands. It looked as if they were trying to compare sizes, you only heard a brief “mine is definitely bigger,” before they turnt to the side snapping their heads towards you. You never knew someone could be that big. Kirishima’s cheeks flush and he quickly pulls his shorts up and over his cock only leaving his perfect v line and a red trail to view. Katsuki still holds his and isn’t so quick to move but eventually tucks himself back into his sweatpants. “What are you staring at idiot!” He practically barks at you. “Never seen a dick before?” Your throat is so dry your eyes quickly shift to the floor and you simply croak out, “M-m-Mina sent me to get her book from Kiri.” You see Kirishima tense at your cute nickname you’ve always called him. Katsuki rolls his eyes and grunts plopping onto his bed. “Well.” You look up from your feet and make eye contact with Kiri. He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “I guess I did forget to give that back to her,” he then turns walking to his desk and grabs the book. But before he could make it to you, to hand it to you, Bakugou stops him. “Wait,” you both turn and shift your attention to him. “so you obviously just saw us both just now when you walked in so..” you look down quickly twirling your thumbs around each other. Kirishima shifts back and forth on his feet feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. “Who looks bigger to you.” You stop twirling your thumbs at the same time Kiri stops shifting on his feet. You look up at Katsuki who is now leaned back smirking with both hands behind his head. You can’t help but look at his muscular arms twitch, and your eyes trail to his shirt that is lifted revealing a peek of his toned abs and blonde patch of hair that leads to the monster he was hiding in his sweatpants. You hurry and snap your eyes back up to his face where his smirk has now widened he knows what he’s doing, he licks his bottom lip and brings it under his teeth. His look sends a rush of heat straight to your core, dampening your panties. You then look to Kirishima who’s print is revealing itself in his shorts. He licks his lips, “You don’t have to answer that we all know the answer.” Katsuki sits up breaking his seducing pose and shouts “Oi!” You giggle and they both can’t help but let out a groan at the cute sound leaving your mouth, thinking of how nice your moan must sound. Katsuki’s cock twitches underneath his sweatpants and he stands and walked towards you like a lion prowling on its meal.

“We’ll see about that, Y/n can decide who genuinely has the bigger cock here.”

Kirishima tosses his book to the side and slowly approaches you never breaking eye contact as Katsuki makes sure the door is secured shut. Kiri comes up and gently cups your face and your legs start to tremble. Katsuki comes up behind you pulling his shirt off on the way, and soon enough you are pressed between both guys. Bakugou runs his hands down your arms and over your hips as Kirshima leans in only an inch or so away from your parted lips. Bakugou leans into your ear after places a few sloppy kisses up your neck, “tell us you want this..” your eyes are fixed on Kirishima’s and you can’t believe this is happening. “Y-y-yes.” Bakugou nibbles and your ear and then bites your shoulder leaving a love bite. “Yes what?” Kirishima is searching your eyes waiting for the words his erection raging underneath his shorts, he gently pressed it into your stomach as he is taller than you. “I want this, I want you, both.” You finally manage to get out. Katsuki hums into your skin as he grabs your ass and slides his hands around your thighs feeling all your curves. Kirishima takes the opportunity of your little moan to kiss you letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You both start kissing wildly and passionately as if you’ve both been waiting for this moment. Bakugou’s hand slips into your pants as he continues to leave his marks over your neck and shoulders, he feels just how wet him and his roommate have made you. “Already s’wet for us, you came here wanting to get fucked didn’t you, you little slut.” He pulls his fingers out of your pants covered in your slick and brings it up to where you and Kiri are lustfully exploring one another’s mouths. He pushes his finger in the mix of both of your tongues letting you both have a taste. You let out a whimper as Kirishima groans into your mouth. Katsuki pulls his finger back and takes it into his own mouth sucking in the mix of saliva and juices. “S’good” he groans as he pushes his erection into your ass.

Kirishima pulls away from you a string of saliva drawn between both of your lips. You look at him dazed with hooded eyes. He pulls your shirt over your head as Katsuki unhooks your bra from behind you and they let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Katsuki grabs your breast and squeezes tightly, “who knew you were hiding such a sexy body underneath that hero suit of yours, you’re always so shy and bashful but look at you turning into our little whore.” Katsuki slaps one of your breasts causing you to let out a whimper. Kirishima slips his shorts off along with his boxers and pumps himself with his fist watching as Katsuki plays with your hardened peaks. You rub your thighs together trying to give some type of relief to your aching sex. Bakugou makes eye contact with kirishima and it’s like they exchanged words because next thing you know Kiri was sweeping you up and bringing you to the bed. Kirishima lays you on the bed and helps you out of your remaining clothes, while Katsuki is removing his sweatpants and boxers from his godlike body. Kiri crawls between your legs letting your thighs rest on his as he spreads you out in front of him. You bring your hands over your eyes to hide your face and Kiri leans down next to your ear. “I’ve only dreamt of this happening, I can’t believe I can really enjoy you like this y/n. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” You remember the length and girth of his member from early and all you can think is of how no matter how gentle he was he’d still tear you open. Your pussy clenches around air, your stomach in a knot.

Katsuki makes his way over to you and stands next to where your head lays on the bed. He strokes himself and reaches out removing one of your hands from your face. “Don’t be shy now.” Kiri takes your other hand and lets it run from his chest to his rock hard abs. You shutter at the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. You look at Bakugou’s stuff erection and watch the precum drips from his tip down his shaft. He lets go of your arm and grabs a fist full of your hair pulling you to the perfect angle. He slaps his member on your cheek, “open.” You look at him through your lashes and open letting your tongue roll out. He wastes no time shoving his cock into your mouth letting his head fall back at the sudden warmth. Kirishima kisses his way down your body to your core, but before ravishing you he doesn’t hesitate to leave some love marks/bites all over the insides of your thighs. You try to refrain from squeezing his head between your legs as he then licks straight up your slit and starts to suck on your swollen clit. You moan letting your eyes roll back, the vibrations around Katsuki’s cock driving him wild. He thrust in and out of your mouth matching your head bobs. Kirishima uses one of his hands to slip a finger into you to prep you for what was to come as his other hand went to work twisting your nipple and palming your soft tit. You were drenching his face as you reached your high, it seemed Bakugou was coming close to his as well. Kirishima added another digit to your cunt and curled his fingers pressing against your sweet spot. Your back arched off the bed and not much longer you were coming unraveled. As your throat opened and you hummed against Katsuki’s cock he took the opportunity to shove his entire length down your throat, thrusting into your face until he exploded forcing you to swallow every drop he gave you. He pulled out of your mouth and tapped you on the face wiping saliva and cum across your cheek. “You liked me fucking your pretty little face didn’t you slut.” You nodded your head yes licking your lips, kirishima came up from devouring you to bring you into another hot steamy kiss both of you tasting you and Katsuki on each others tongues.

Kirishima then rolled you both over pulling you on top of him. Your breast hovering over his face and his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready, y/n?” He then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. You brought a hand up to tangle in his hair, and you stammered out “y-y-yes Kiri, I’m ready” he nipped at your nipple at released it from his mouth. He looked at you to check if there was any doubt in your eyes but all there was was the reflection of lust and desire. He slowly started to push himself into you and you could already feel the stretch. He placed his hands on your hips easing you down gently. There was pain mixed with pleasure. All your wetness from the orgasm made it a little easier. Katsuki was on the bed and had positioned himself behind you. He reached around and cupped one of your breast while the other hand rubbed circles over your clit creating more slick for kirishima to push himself into you. You eased yourself all the way down, letting Kiri bottom out in you. You moaned his name digging your nails into his chest. His quirk activating at the sensation making you moshing even louder as you felt him harden and pulse inside you. He pulled you down into a sloppy kiss. Katsuki took the opportunity to massage your bottom as Kiri started his movements thrusting into you. Suki spit letting it drip down onto your lower back he rubbed his thumb in it dragging it down to your puckered hole. He eased his thumb inside you stretching you. You gasped at the feeling of something penetrating you there. “You like that dirty slut?” He slapped your ass cheek with his other hand. You grinded yourself against Kiri moaning into his mouth. “I’ll show you who’s dick you like more, princess.” With that Kirishima broke the kiss and moved to your neck finding your sweet spot and not moving. Katsuki removed his thumb and ran his length up and down your ass. He eased himself into you giving you time to adjust. He groaned as you sucked him in to your tightness. Kirishima was panting as you had your mouth agape tongue hanging out. Kiri took two fingers and hooked them into your mouth as Bakugou reacted up and grabbed your throat bout of them penetrating you at the same time. The tension in your stomach built as you felt another release coming. Kiri’s thrusts we’re turning sloppy as he starting mumbling to himself. “Fuck…s’tight..you like taking both of us…our little slut..all ours.” Katsuki smirks and slams himself into you causing your back to arch higher. “Look at you bringing Red Riot to his knees.” You tighten around both of their cocks as you reach your release. Kiri squeezes your thighs hard as you clench down on him. You see spots of white as you squirt all over his cock and Katsuki’s balls.

Katsuki pulls out of your ass looking at the gaping mess he’s left you, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to his chest. He grabs your thighs and pulls your body off Kiri holding you as Kirishima gets up on his knees. Bakugou puts you back down on the bed, your knees and arms wobbling as you are on all four. “We’re not done with you yet, princess.” He grabs your hair and slips himself inside your drenched sex. “Fuck.” He moans bottoming himself out. You can feel your stomach bulge as he fills you up. Kiri swipes your hair out of your face and caresses your chin pulling your face up he gives you a lazy smile before licking his bottom lip and pushing himself to your mouth. As Katsuki starts to relentlessly pound into your walls he uses the grip on your hair to help you suck all your wet juices off his friends dick. You gag slightly as he forces your head completely down his length. Tears brim your eyes at the complete euphoria your body is going through. Katsuki shoves your head down several more times before kirishima throws his head back loudly moaning your name. He pulls out and paints his seed across your beautiful face. The sight pushes Bakugou over the edge and he releases his vice grip on your hair to dig his fingertips into your hips, he was sure to leave bruises. He sloppily pumped into you until he pulled out and fisted himself until he released all over your back.

You collapsed onto their bed making sure not to lay your face directly onto anything. Katsuki chest is heaving as he climbs off the bed, kirishima holding you somewhat in his lap. Bakugo grabs a towel and hands it to Kiri for you both to clean up while he cleans himself up. After you all are wiped clean you all lay on the bed. Your whole body is tingling and your mind is spinning. You lay between Dynamight and Red Riot amazed that you of all people just got to experience them both at the same time. You lay on Kiri’s chest as Bakugou rubs circles where he had just spread his seed on you only moments ago. Didn’t take him long to break the after care silence when he clears his throat, “So who do you think was bigger?”I

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Y/N's house has a pool in the backyard and one day, during a heavy rain, Mer! Jotaro makes his way all the way from the sea to Y/N's pool, much to their surprise when they wake up and go outside. "J...Jotaro? How did you get here?"

Surprise Visit - Mer! Jotaro x Human! Reader

Word Count: 1445

The rain was beating down hard as the Merman dragged himself across the road. The concrete scraping uncomfortably underneath his body. The water streaming over it helped a lot but it didn’t make it less annoying.

Once more, Jotaro inwardly cursed you for living so far away from him.

Of course in actuality, you lived relatively close to the ocean, but that didn’t mean Jotaro thought of it that way.

The pavement suddenly started vibrating beneath his hand and the merman realised something was coming. He attempted to hurriedly pull himself away from the road and onto the sidewalk but around the corner already came bright yellow lights as well as flashing blue and red.

Tires squealed while Jotaro had to squeeze his eyes shut, accidentally having looked directly into the light, his pupils shrinking almost painfully after having been in the dark so long.

Sounds of a car door slamming and two pairs of footsteps sounded and Jotaro attempted to peel his eyes open, holding one hand up to shield his eyes. The bright yellow light was gone but the red and blue was still flickering.

A person stepped in front of the light, blocking it and throwing a shadow over the merman on the floor.

“Hey there.” A male voice spoke and Jotaro sighed. “Long way from sea, aren’t you, buddy?”

“Fuck off.” Was his simple response as he turned forward again and started back up with the crawling.

“No, hey, hey!” The police officer hurriedly started trying to get in front of him, making the lights blind him again, to which he jolted his head a little and ‘tch’d in annoyance. “We’re here to help you!”

“Don’t need help.”

The policeman awkwardly looked to his partner who just shrugged. “Look, we don’t know how you got so far inland but we just want to help you and currently you’re going the wrong way.” He tried again, walking along at a snail’s pace while the Mer reached the sidewalk.

“I’m not.” Just to get more certain of himself, Jotaro silently sniffed the air again. Yes, this was definitely the way he needed to go.

“The ocean really is the other way though, bud-“

“Shut up! Leave me alone, you bastard!” Jotaro had had enough and yelled at the officer, baring his teeth before being blinded again when the officer shifted away warily, cursing as he had to squeeze his eyes shut again. Turning his head forward again, he once more started dragging forward, mumbling a “I’m not going to the ocean.” Before disappearing into the bushes on the side, leaving the police officers to stand a bit bewildered on the road.

- - - -

Stretching your arms over your head as you stepped from your stairs onto the floor, you sighed in content before walking over to your kitchen and making some tea. You felt as if you had some eyes on you but shrugged it off, your tea soon being done. Picking up the mug, you turned around and walked forward into the living room, large windows giving you a view of your garden which you were not paying attention to, instead walking to your dining table where you had put your book last night.

Ready to start the weekend, you turned and walked two steps forward in the direction of your couch, only for your eyes to finally land on the yard.

Your eyes connected with a pair of glaring aquamarine ones staring from your pool in the middle and your jaw fell slack.

In shock, you dropped your mug and it turned mid air, splashing all its contents over the front of your right foot before shattering, some pieces flying out and cutting your poor foot as well.

“Ah, shit, fuck!!” You called out, throwing your book behind you as you brought your right foot up and cradled it, hopping around twice before you stumbled and fell backwards onto your ass.

All of that was thrown aside however as you scrambled up to your one good foot and hopped to the glass sliding doors, unlocking it and ripping one open before half-running, half-hopping over to your pool.

“J...Jotaro?! What the hell!?” Once you reached it, you crouched down, looking down at the merman who you had come to call a friend. “How the hell are you here??”

You had a million and one questions but Jotaro was completely focused on something else. For one, he had never seen you so casually, still in loose pyjamas with a cute sea pattern on it, and for another, your foot.

Reaching out, he grabbed the ankle on your right foot and yanked, causing you to fall backwards on your ass again since one of your support beams just got ripped out from under you. You could feel the wet grass staining your pants and groaned at the feeling.

Your foot got yanked again, bringing your focus back to the merman in front of you while he seemed to be inspecting your foot up down, forwards and backwards. A chuff left him as he lowered your foot again before briefly looking up at you.

“You’re an idiot.”

Great. Of course that is the first thing he says to you after mysteriously appearing in your pool. You deadpanned as you stared at the small tree behind the pool, only to hiss when Jotaro pulled a piece of ceramic from your mug out of your foot.

He was using his sharp nails as a pincet, accurately locating every shard and starting to pull them out. Whenever he got it out, he would place it on the edge of the pool, only to then thumb down the small cut. You appreciated him pulling them out, but you liked that action less.

“Ow, Joot- don’t do that.” You said through gritted teeth when he once again was stroking his thumb over the cut.

His eyes glanced up and looked into yours but you saw him push his thumb down again all the same, gently rubbing up and down over your foot. Not only did the cut sting, but where you spilled boiling water over your foot was irritated and hurt whenever he would touch it.

Almost as if he noticed it too, he suddenly yanked your foot down into the water.

Your breath hitched and you stifled a squeal cause, “oh, that’s cold!”

“It’s not.” Jotaro remarked and you pouted at him, pulling the cuff of your pants up which were now wet due to being in the water. Just then, the merman dipped his head down to look at your foot underwater, returning to what he was previously doing, pulling your leg further and further down to which you got a bit nervous that he would maybe pull you completely into the water. You were not ready for a surprise morning soak.

Feeling another shard get picked out, that goddamn thumb rubbed over the cut again and you curled your toes at the sting. Biting your lip in held back frustration but just accepting it. Jotaro was one of the most stubborn creatures you had ever met so there would not be much you could do about it.

After what felt like forever, Jotaro finally came back up, still holding your ankle and now placing the last few shards with the others. He even picked out the smallest of the smallest ones that you probably didn’t even know were there.

“Happy now?” You asked and Jotaro swallowed. He felt a little restless, wanting so badly to groom you and take care of you that way, but if he did that you surely would be weirded out or run away. He couldn’t do that, not yet at least. So, instead, he just nodded and let go of your ankle, finally. Now that that was done, you finally felt like he would answer some questions. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t come yesterday.”

At this you blinked a few times. THAT was why he came all this way to your home?! “Jotaro, the sky was practically falling down yesterday, it was raining that hard. I’m not going to the beach when that is the case and neither should you, the waves could crush you onto the rocks!”

“You promised you’d come.” Jotaro glared at you, holding onto the pool edge in between where you had placed your feet.

“I-“ Stopping yourself, you sighed softly. “I did, and I’m sorry for that.” You apologised, seeing Jotaro a little more content now. “Did you drag yourself all this way?” A nod was the response and you let out a short disbelieving chuckle. “You crazy fish you. Did anyone see you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

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The Avalanche - Bart Allen x Reader

Requested by robin12335 -  hi, could u possibly make a bart allen imagine where reader has a small crush on wally but bart has a huge crush on her/him. so bart does everything to get their attention and to get them to like him back. u can choose how it could end though. pretty please and thank u if u took the time to read this

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Bart has done a lot of stupid things. He argued he had done enough crash things to make up for the stupid, but today was proof of the opposite. 

He slipped on the ice in the cave, sliding hard into a wall. Pain flared through his entire body as he moaned. “I’m moded.”

A shaky gasp came from the other side of the cave. He sat up suddenly, zooming to find the origin of the gasp. 

The cave had a stream. Fallen rocks and snow covered the ground from the avalanche Bart caused when he sped to distract the bad guys. He knew he was lucky he had fallen into this cave instead of being buried under hundreds of tons of debris. 

Buzzing around the cave, time stopped for Bart when he caught a flash of red. It was the red of your suit. He would have known it anywhere. He flew to the rock, choking when he saw you were trapped under the rock. 

“B...Bart? Is that you?” you asked softly, coughing. He moved around the rock to see you on the other side with your leg trapped underneath it. 

“(Y/N)!” Bart knelt down next to you, lifting your head to place it in his lap. “I’msosorry.Thiswasallmyfault.Iwasdumbandcausedtheavalanchebutyoushouldn’thavebeenhere.I’mfeelingthemodenow...”

You lifted your hand and pressed it against his mouth. “Slow down.” You coughed hard. “Is my leg under the rock?”

Bart blinked, his heart fluttering at the fact you were touching his lips. He glanced at your leg. His stomach twisted at the sight. “Yeah, but you’ll be okay. We’ll figure this out.”

“I can’t feel my leg.” You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt though, so I guess that’s good.” A weak smile pulled at your lips. Bart’s stomach dropped at the sight. “Where are we?”

“In a cave. We fell in when the avalanche hit.” Bart swallowed. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). If I had known you were there, I wouldn’t have started it.”

You opened your eyes, swallowing hard. “It’s not your fault. You stopped the bad guys. That’s what matters.” You touched your ear. “Do you have your comm still? Can you turn on the SOS signal so the others can find us?”

Bart nodded, touching his ear and activating the distress signal with three taps. “They should find us soon.” You shivered. He could feel how cold you were. “Here let me.” He vibrated slightly to warm you up.

“Thanks.” You closed your eyes again. Bart’s brain moved fast, taking in your condition. Moving the rock without medical attention here could mean you would lose your leg. He swallowed hard at the thought. Out of all the people in the world that he had to hurt, it had to be you. The one he had the hugest crush on.

“Stay awake, (Y/N). I’ll be moded if you go into shock.” Bart chuckled when you opened your eyes to look up at him. 

“It’s getting hard.” You sighed, turning your head slightly to look around the cave. “If I wasn’t trapped, this would be a beautiful sight.”

Bart kept his gaze on you. “Yeah, beautiful.” He grinned when you looked back at him. A small smile pulled at your lips. “Let’s talk. That will help you stay awake, right?”

“Should. What should we talk about?” You reached out to take his hand in yours. He vibrated it gently, warming it. “How about the time you were so excited to get ice cream that your cone got shoved into Wally’s face?”

Bart chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, that was crash.” He bit his lip, remembering how panicked he was when Wally offered to buy you an ice cream. You were looking at Wally with those big eyes. Bart couldn’t handle it and did the first thing to come to mind. 

“Or that time my hat blew off my head and you ran through poison oak to get it?” You laughed softly before wincing when you jolted your body too much. Bart smiled, remembering how painful it was. However, your joy at getting your hat back was worth it.

“I didn’t mind it.” He gently brushed a strand of your hair from your face. An lightbulb went off in his head. “Hey, let’s play a game.” He kept the smile on his face even as he noticed the color was draining a little from yours.

“Okay.” You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes again. Your hand went limp in his. “What kind of game?”

Bart hummed, trying to stay positive and not freak out. The team would be here soon. They were coming, even if no one gave a verbal response yet to the distress call. “How about Bang, Marry, Kill?”

“What?” Your eyes flew open in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, it will keep our minds off this.” Bart smirked, tapping your nose as he kept gently vibrating to keep you warm. “It will be crash. I’ll go first.” He thought for a moment. “How about the big three, Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman?”

Bart noticed you blushed. “Okay.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I’d bang Batman, marry Wonder Woman, and kill Superman.” You snickered softly. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.” 

“Ooo, I wonder if Conner knows that.” He held you closer as an ice cold breeze flew through the cave. The rock blocked it from you, but Bart took it at full force. 

“Hush.” You glared at him. “Now what’s your choice?”

Bart blushed slightly. “Well, I don’t know. I guess I would bang Wonder Woman, marry Superman, and kill Batman.”

You laughed hard before gasped in pain. “Ow.” You pressed your hand against your side. “Don’t make me laugh like that.” 

“Sorry.” He bit his lip. “Now you pick three people.”

“Okay.” You hummed. “How about the Green Lanterns? Hal, John, and Guy?”

“That’s easy. Bang Hal, marry John, and kill Guy.” Bart snorted. “You should make it harder than that.” 

“Fair. Mine’s the same as yours.” You looked around the cave again. “Has anyone responded yet?” 

“No, but they’re coming. Don’t worry.” He tightened his fingers around yours. “My turn again. How about...?” Bart blushed. Should he be this daring? If you both died here, he knew he would want to know. “Me, Jaime, and Cassie.”

You flinched in surprise, looking up into his eyes. Bart looked back at you with a hesitant smile on his face. “Wow, okay.” You blinked several times, your breaths seemed more shallow than before. “I would bang Cassie, marry you, and kill Jaime.” 

Bart’s eyes widened. “Really?” He smirked. “And if it’s me, Wally, and Dick?”

“Bang Dick, because how could you not? Marry you, and kill Wally.” You smiled at him. “What about me, Gar, and M’gann?”

“Bang M’gann, marry you, and kill Gar.” Bart squeezed your hand. His heart threatened to explode in excitement. 

“How about me, Dick, and Conner?” You shivered again, still looking at him with a sparkle in your eye.

“Bang Dick, marry you, and kill Conner.”  Bart leaned down and whispered in your ear. “I will always marry you.”

You smiled, gasping a little. “I’ll always marry you too.” You patted his cheek weakly before your hand dropped to your chest. “Bart, I don’t think I’m going to make it.”

Bart’s eyes widened. “No! You will. They’ll be here soon.” He cupped your face in his hands. “Please. Just hold on.” Tears slipped down his cheeks without warning. He pressed his lips against yours. Your lips accepted his, but you didn’t return the kiss. 

“It’s okay.” You whispered to him. “I just wish we figured out we liked each other sooner, so we could have had a date.” You licked your lips, panting softly. “Don’t feel the mode, Bart.”

“(Y/N).” Bart mumbled, kissing your cheek as you fell limp in his arms. He froze, pure panic flowing through him. He checked your pulse, sighing in relief when it was still there. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as he waited for the answer to the distress call to come.

***

“Bart, can you hear me?” Bart heard Wally’s voice close by. He slowly rose from the nightmare of you dying in his arms and opened his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw Wally kneeling down in front of him. 

“What?” Bart jumped to his feet, knocking Wally on his butt. They were still in the cave. It was darker and colder than before. Bart could see his breath. “(Y/N)?” He turned to see Dick, Conner, Tim, and Cassie hovering around you a few feet away. “(Y/N)!” Bart started to zoom to you, but Wally grabbed him and pulled him down. 

“Hey, let them help (Y/N). Calm down.” Wally soothed, pulling Bart into a hug. “You’re freezing, Bart.” Wally grabbed a Mylar blanket from the first aid kit and wrapped it around Bart. “Come on, let’s get you onto the Bioship.” He guided Bart to his feet.

“No. I can’t leave them.” Bart jerked away from Wally, stopping in horror as they prepared to lift the rock off your leg. “They told me that they would marry me. It was so crash.” He blinked, swallowing hard.

Wally looked confused. “What? Bart, you and (Y/N) aren’t even dating?” Wally mumbled, pulling Bart along to the ladder that led to Bioship. Bioship hovered just over the opening of the cave. “Come on. We need to get you on board now. Once they have (Y/N) out, we’ll have to move fast.” 

Bart swallowed hard, gasping when Conner slowly lifted the rock. Dick, Cassie, and Tim pulled you out from under it. The sight of your leg made Bart pass out. Wally caught him just before he hit the floor.

***

“Woah,” someone said close by. Bart suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up and throwing up at the same time. Someone placed a bag over his mouth just in time. Everything around him was blurring. Bart never felt so confused. His only thought was of you.

“It’s okay,” Iris whispered in Bart’s ear. A hand rubbed his back. The bag was pulled away from his mouth and Bart turned to focus on her.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bart choked, his throat raw. A hand patted his knee, sending his attention over to Jay.

Jay smiled at him sadly. “They’re alive and stable for now.” He handed Bart a glass of water. Bart finally took in the rest of the room. They were in a hospital. Bart glanced down, blushing when he saw he was in a paper gown. “Relax.”

“Can I see them?” Bart slowly drank the water. His nose wrinkled when he tasted the puke in his mouth. “Please. I’d be feeling the mode until I do.”

“Once the doctor says it’s okay for you to move.” Jay took the empty glass from Bart. Iris pushed Bart to lay back down. “Relax.”

Bart groaned. “I’m moded.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Can you call the doctor now, please?” He looked at Iris, then Jay. “Pretty please?” 

Jay sighed and shared a look with Iris. “I’ll go see if I can find him,” Iris said, leaving the room. Bart grinned, taping his finger on the bedside. He moved so fast, it was just a hum. 

“Stop it.” Jay grabbed his hand. “Be patience, Bart.” 

“Right, sorry.” He swallowed hard, pulling his hand out of Jay’s grasp. “Did (Y/N) lose their leg?” He remembered the sight of your leg once they got the rock off. Bile crept up his throat. 

Jay sighed, closing his eyes. “Yes. There wasn’t a way to repair the damage.” He opened his eyes, frowning at Bart. Bart didn’t realize until he saw Jay’s frown that he had tears running down his cheeks. “It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. I’m the one who caused the avalanche without checking to make sure everyone was off the mountain.” Bart gripped at blankets. His body shook uncontrollably. Jay reached out and pulled Bart into his arms.

“Hush. Don’t dwell on that now. (Y/N) is fine, you are fine. That is what’s important.” Jay rocked Bart gently. Bart hid his face into Jay’s shoulder, hoping the doctor would show up soon.

***

Once the doctor gave him the okay and he procured a pair of pants and a shirt, Bart and Jay walked down the hall toward the ICU unit. “Do you want to stop in the gift shop?” Jay asked, hands in his pockets. 

Bart blinked in surprise. He was so focused on getting to you that he didn’t notice they had even passed the gift shop. “Why?” He eyed one of the stuffed animals inside and blushed at the sight. “Would it be crash to get (Y/N) something?” 

“Yes, it would.” Jay stepped inside and walked around. Bart followed him, going straight toward the stuffed animal that caught his eye. It reminded him of the one he saw in your room the one time he had been over to your house. Jay made his way back to Bart’s side. “Do you want to give (Y/N) that?” 

Bart nodded, swallowing hard as he picked it up. “I bet (Y/N) already has a lot of stuff though.” He blinked. “What if they don’t want to see me?”

“They’ll want to see you.” Jay took the animal. He purchased it quickly and led Bart back out. “Come on, let’s get you down there. The doctor said you couldn’t be out of your room too long.” 

“I’m moded.” He dragged his feet. His stomach sank in dread. You wouldn’t be able to forgive him. He basically cut off your leg himself. How could he ever get over the fact he caused you to lose your leg?

“Calm down.” They stopped outside the door. Jay knocked. Bart held his breath when he heard your voice telling them to go in. “I’ll stay out here. Go on,” Jay whispered, opening the door and pushing Bart inside when he didn’t move.

Bart stumbled in, gasping when he saw the monitors around you. Cassie was sitting on the edge of your bed, showing you a magazine. You looked fine, except for the missing lump under the blanket. Bart stared at it, blood draining out of his face. 

You brightened at the sight of him. “Hey. You’re okay?” You reached out a hand to him. Bart stayed where he was, squeezing the stuffed animal tightly in his hands as he began to shake. 

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Cassie quickly left the room. She elbowed Bart on the way out. “Snap out of it.” 

Bart shook his head at the sound of the closing door. “Bart, come sit down.” You patted your bedside. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

He zoomed, suddenly beside you. “Here.” He shoved the stuffed animal in your arms. “I’msosorry.Imessedupsobad.Modedbeyondbelief...”

“Stop it.” You pressed your hand against his lips. He stopped talking. His lips buzzed at the touch of your finger. “It’s not your fault.” You smiled at him brighter. “Bart, you saved my life. I would have froze to death if you didn’t stay close to keep me warm.” You pulled your hand away to take his hand. The stuffed animal sat in your lap like it belonged there. 

“But your leg?” He glanced at the place where your leg should have been. 

“It’s fine.” You winced suddenly. Bart’s eyes widened. “No, you’re fine. It’s just phantom pain. The doctor said that would be a thing.” You gave him a shaky smile. “They said I’m going to get a robotic leg. I’ll be a cyborg.” You giggled, trying to stay positive. 

“That’s...crash.” Bart tried to smile back at you, but failed. He sighed. “If you take back the marry, bang, kill game, I’ll understand.” 

“What?” You squeezed his hand. He looked at you in disbelief. All he saw was love in your eyes. “Nah, I’ll always marry you, Bart Allen. No matter who the other two are.” You swung your entwined hands back and forth. “I hope your thoughts haven’t changed just because I’ll be a cyborg.”

Bart jumped, vibrating slightly. “No, of course not. You’re crash. You’ll always be crash.” He grinned for real finally. “Once you’re up, we should go for ice cream or something?”

“I’d like that.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek. Bart swore his heart skipped several beats and spasmed in his chest. “And we can leave Wally at home. You won’t have to shove his ice cream in his face again just because he made me laugh.”

Bart chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “Noted.” He super sped a kiss to your cheek. You closed your eyes at the feather light flutter of a kiss. 

“Can you slow down and maybe move over a little?” you asked sweetly, tapping your lips. Bart couldn’t refuse you, slowing down so you could feel every moment of the kiss he pressed to your lips.

[bratkook]

will you let me? (m) knj.

pairing. namjoon x reader genre. smut, pwp, established relationship word count. 1.2k warnings. unprotected sex, impreg kink, dirty talk, but also kinda cute note. based off a request sent in for thirst night! i hope u enjoy the insanely short filth🤠(also my first published joon fic can i get a hell yeah, also not edited sorry)

The air is stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Namjoon groans into your ear, mouthing kisses along your neck, tongue trailing down your jugular before he gently nips your skin. 

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” he mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock. You felt every inch of him as he fucked you, the two of you finally agreeing to not use a condom for the first time. Namjoon swears he’ll never want to put one on again. 

The smack of your skin mixes in with each of your moans, your hands wrapping around him, digging your nails into his back as he rocked forward. “Ah, Namjoon,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he starts to suck on your neck. “Harder baby, please.”

“Yeah? Feel good?” he rasps, holding himself up to stare down at you. The pink tendrils of his hair stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and the sparkle in his eyes shows his excitement. His soft lips spread out into a smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he does so. 

Another precise thrust has you nodding, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him closer. Namjoon could fuck you harder, could grip your hips so hard they bruised as he pistoned into you, but he liked this too much. He wants to savor the feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him, wants to remember each of your trembled breaths when he hits your gspot, and wants to really enjoy the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. 

The thought alone makes him shut his eyes, groaning deep in the back of his throat as he pictures it, imagines seeing the globs of white dripping out of you, stuffing you so much your tummy would bulge. And suddenly he wants that, his eyes fall to your stomach, seeing the way it tenses in pleasure. Namjoon wants to claim you this way, make you his in a way you’ve never been before. 

“Fuck baby,” he pants, jaw slack as the thoughts flood his mind, hips snapping into yours with more determination. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A teasing laugh spills from your mouth, one of your hands coming up to cradle his face, wondering where this was coming from after the filthy words he had been spewing earlier. “You think I look beautiful covered in sweat?”

Namjoon nods like it’s the most obvious response, surging his cock deeper into you, wanting to reach as far as he could. His balls slap against your thighs from the force, making your tits bounce around and he groans once more when he imagines how they’d look if you were pregnant. 

“Always look so beautiful,” he continues, cursing when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. “Look pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, fuck, bet you look pretty full of my cum too.”

His words make your skin warm up further, the thought of it sinking into your bones, already imagining how it would feel. And then he says something you never thought he would, “Wanna knock you up. Will you let me baby?”

It takes you a second to comprehend it, mind blanking as he moans above you, whimpering slightly when you fail to answer him, hips becoming more desperate. “Baby,” he whines again, feeling his release creeping up on him, needing to know if you’d be okay with him filling you up this way. 

The head of his cock rubs against your walls deliciously, snapping you out of your small daze as you nod frantically. “Yes, yesyes please. Fill me up Namjoon.”

Those were the golden words he needed to hear, burying his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle, the wooden headboard slamming into the wall so hard the neighbors would surely complain. He didn’t care though, not when you cried his name so beautifully as your orgasm crept up your spine. With his close position, each of his thrusts put pressure on your clit, sensitive and needy for attention, you mewl at the friction, rutting your hips up in time with his. 

“Namjoon, c-close—please don’t stop.” 

“Mm, don’t worry baby, I got you.” he softly reassures you, shivering when your hands tangle themselves in his hair, nails raking along his scalp. Another few thrusts is all it takes to sends you over the edge, shouting out his name as your ears rang from the pressure. Namjoon groans in your ear as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him for his orgasm, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised. 

“Joonie,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart. 

“Ah shit—“ he rasps, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, bulbous head of his cock just shy of reaching your cervix. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until my pretty girl is messy, hm?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, take it baby.” It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop. 

He falls over you like deadweight, forgetting his giant self could crush you if he wanted. His cock is still nuzzled deep within you, slowly softening as it kept the cum from leaking out. “Hey, watch the baby!” you playfully call out, giggling when he snorts against your skin, large palm sliding up your sides in a soothing manner. 

“Don’t tease me.”

Your hands trail through his hair again, feeling the damp strands slowly detangle as you take your time. “You know, I could always get off birth control and we could actually try.”

He visibly perks up, brown eyes staring up at you with a certain glimmer to them that makes your heart flip in your chest. Picturing Namjoon with your child, strapped to his chest as he did things around the house, tucked into a stroller as he took him for a walk around the park, finally having a little human to fit into the baby shoes he was so obsessed with buying. You couldn’t imagine a better future. 

“Really?”

“Yeah you dork, let's have a baby. Knock me up.” Your brows wiggle in time with your words, and when he slips out of you as he attacks your neck with kisses, you let out a squeal in delight. 

“C’mon, we gotta practice then!” he announces in all seriousness, not caring that his cock was still soft and you had just been thoroughly stuffed by him seconds prior. But when he was determined there was no stopping him, so instead you coax him up, dragging him into the bathroom with the promise of shower sex and the freedom to be as messy as he wanted.

[holylulusworld]

The washing machine incident

Title: The washing machine incident

Square Filled: friends to lovers

Ship: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You wanted clean clothes. Sam wanted more.

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a washing machine, dirty talk, creampie, possessive Sam, unintended voyeurism, Dean is just done

A/N: Inspired by the scene in 15x20.

Word Count: 1,9 k

Written/Created for: @winchesterandbeyondbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​​

2021 Winchester and Beyond Bingo

“Sam,“ groaning you pinch the bridge of your nose. Sam leans against the washing machine, reading another book while you try to get his attention. While the hunter keeps on reading his book, you admire he’s taller than the shelf on the wall.

“Sam Winchester?” he still doesn’t react. Maybe the machine is too loud, or you are not loud enough but he keeps on reading his book, frowning when it starts to shake considerably, and so is Sam until he gives it a kick.

“Hey, you can’t just kick the poor machine,” he finally looks up from his book, smirking when you stand in front of him, your laundry tugged under your arm. “I was talking to you, Sam.”

“OH, it was your voice calling for me,” he husks, eying you up and down. “I thought Dean was watching porn or something. You sounded so—"

“I sounded like what, Sam,” you wonder. “I wanted to wash my clothes, but I see you are busy washing yours.” 

“You could’ve told me so,” he closes the book, placing it onto the shelf behind him. You use the momentum to admire his ass, whimpering when he sticks it out. “Next time, holler, and I will take care of your cute panties and bras.”

You blink a few times when Sam slowly moves toward you. He still has a smirk on his lips when he stands in front of you to cup your chin with two long fingers. 

“I think—,” you swallow thickly. His gaze too intense you drop your eyes to his throat, watching it contract. “I should wash my underwear, Sam.”

“I don’t mind,” he dips his head to look you deep in the eyes. A whimper escapes your lips, and you wonder if your panties will survive another moment close to Sam. “I wouldn’t mind taking it off first to sniff at it.” 

Your knees buckle the moment his lips claim yours. The kiss is soft at first. Sam’s large hand cradles your cheek gently, and you get lost in his taste and the way his lips move against yours. 

“Sam—” you moan against his lips, press your body closer to Sam’s to feel him against you. “What are we doing here?” you are friends for as long as you remember, and you don’t want to ruin your friendship for a stupid crush.

“I don’t know what you are doing, baby doll,” he pecks your lips, tongue licking into your mouth. He groans when you grasp for his hair, harshly tugging at his silky stands. “But I will fuck you on the washing machine until you scream my name.”

“What?” an odd noise leaves your throat when Sam easily picks you up to place you onto the washing machine. He steps between your legs, already tugging at the plaid you stole from him. 

“I said I will fuck you,” he kisses you again, more demanding this time, “fuck, use your tongue,” Sam breathlessly moans, urging you on to explore his mouth just like he does.

“Sam, we are friends and—” one large hand cups the back of your neck to force you to hold his gaze.” Saaam…” his other hand deftly unbuttons your plaid, or rather Sam’s, but who has got the time to define ownership when his large hand gropes one of your breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you on this washing machine, fill you up so good with my cock you’ll never want anyone else. I waited long enough,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m a patient man, but my patience is wearing thin for months.”

“You want to fuck me,” your hands shoot forward to grip his plain grey shirt, tugging harshly at the fabric to bring him down to your eye level. “Sam Winchester, if that’s a bad joke I’ll castrate you in your sleep.”

“Y/N,” he grins while shoving the plaid you are wearing down your shoulders to reveal your chest  to him, “you have a way to get a guy hard.”

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you squeak when Sam fists your bra to rip it into two halves. He ignores the pout on your lips, simply kisses it away. “SAM!”

“I told you,” he shoves one hand down your panties to toy with your swollen clit, “my patience is gone. I fantasized about fucking you for a month now.” he grins wolfishly, before he shoves two long fingers into your slit, causing you to jolt backward, hitting your head on the shelf behind you.

“Fuck, Sam. Oh god,” you move to the edge of the machine to grind against his fingers. The washing machine vibrates underneath your ass, and you suddenly know why so many of your friends told you they love to fuck on a washing machine.

“You’ve got such a nice and tight little pussy,” the way Sam talks to you is more than filthy. Not in your wildest dreams did you imagine Sam Winchester is a dirty talker. “I will fuck you so deep and hard you’ll walk funny for days.”

“What if Dean walks in on us,” you fight to unbuckle Sam’s belt, cursing when Sam slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt to help you shove his pants and boxers down. 

“Impatient much, kitten,” you furrow your brows at the pet name but don’t mind, too busy to get Sam out of his clothes. “What do you want to see first?”

“Fuck me,” you lick your lips when Sam’s cock springs free. He’s thick, veiny, and all you want from a cock. “How do you hide that monster in your pants?”

Sam moans deeply when you gently start to run your hand up and down.

“I—fuck me,” Sam groans. He throws his head back, hands grasping for your thighs to dig his blunt nails into your flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum right here all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” your cheeks heat up when Sam looks down at you, snickering at your boldness, “but I want you inside today. We can talk about the other thing later, when you filled me up so good I will walk funny—”

Dean is washing the dishes in the kitchen wondering why you didn’t come back to help him like promised. “Sammy? Y/N?” grumbling Dean grabs the next plate. “Where are you? I thought they wanted to help me.”

Miracle looks up at Dean, whining when the hunter puts the plate aside. “I bet they are hiding from me to leave me to the dirty dishes, Miracle. How about we go and look for them. I won’t clean the kitchen alone…”

“Sam,” you grip his shoulders, dig your nails into his flesh when he hastily spreads your legs. For a moment he just looks down at your chest, watches it rise and fall. “Fuck me.”

“I’m on it, kitten,” he grips the base of his cock, runs his large hand up and down his length. “Do you think you can take me?”

“I want to feel that monster split me open,” your lips part the minute Sam runs the wide head up and down your clit, teasingly slapping your little nub with his cock. “Please.”

“Beg me again, baby girl—” you whine, wanting Sam to finally give you what your body is craving. “I want to hear it.” the washing machine makes an odd noise, just like you when Sam grips his cock to push the tip in.

“Fuck—” you watch Sam grip the shelf above your head with one large hand to get more leverage to shove himself into you. He’s too engrossed to watch his cock disappear inside your body to care about your nails scratching down his bare chest. “OH, fuck, Sam.”

“There you go, Y/N,” he grins down at you, watches you pant heavily. Your body fights the wide stretch, tries to accommodate Sam’s size but it’s no use. “So, fucking tight for me.”

“You’re simply too big,” you complain, still, you wrap your legs around his waistline to tilt your hips, taking the last inches of his length. “I think, I never felt so full.”

“Good,” his other hand grips your right thigh, squeezes your flesh hard enough to hurt. “You’re mine, just like your tight little pussy. No one will touch you ever again.”

Sam moves slowly at first, gives you shallow thrusts while his hand grips the shelf tighter. You fear he will tear the shelf off the wall sooner or later if he doesn’t stop using all his strength. 

The veins in his arm stick out, sweat runs down his chest and you are sure, no other guy ever looked so good while fucking you.

While your lover is busy cupping your face with his free hand to force you to meet his intense gaze, you try to focus on anything but his hazel eyes watching you. 

You rock your hips, legs still slung around Sam’s waist while he just watches you take his cock as he dreamed of so many times.

The rhythmic rocking of the washing machine and the way Sam moves inside of you already have you on the edge. The heat in your abdomen rises; turns into a raging fire when Sam angles his hips to hit that sweet spot letting your vision white out.

“Fuck, I wanna have you over that machine,” you whine when he pulls out to help you turn on the machine. “Always wanted to hold you down and fuck that pussy when you bent over the table at the library.”

“Ah, Sam—” he kicks your legs apart while you grip the edge of the washing machine. “Fuck, I wanna cum.”

“You will,” he slowly inches his way back inside your body. “Right fucking now, kitten. I will fuck you over that machine and later, on any surface. My bed will be the endgame.”

“Y-you thought about this a lot, huh?” Sam grips your hips, to drag you onto his length with every thrust. “Shit, you did…”

“Yeah,” he states, hips crashing into your ass. Sam is by all means not gentle anymore. He roughly slides into you, groaning when you take every punishing thrust. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

D-dito,” you cry out. Your walls grip his length tightly, clench painfully around his cock to milk him dry. “Ah, shit. You just came inside.”

“I will always fill you up,” Sam states. “I marked this cunt, and no one will ever take it away from me.” 

While you lie on top of the washing machine, catching your breath, Sam leans over you to kiss your neck softly. 

“Fine, but no funny business at the kitchen, we eat there, Sam.”

“Oh kitten, I will christen every room at the bunker with you, fuck you everywhere. Even on top of my brother’s car…”

“No, you won’t! Keep my Baby out of this—” Dean grunts, covering his eyes with the dishtowel. “Whatever this is. Guys, we wash our clothes here. Can you just not?”

“It was an accident…” you lie. “Sorry, D’.”

“Oh, did Sam slip and end up inside of you?” turning around Dean whistles for Miracle. “Boy, don’t look at them. They are disgusting and this is not for your eyes. Let’s go.”

“Sorry, Dean,” Sam snickers when his big brother storms out of the room. 

“About time you fucked, but you won’t do it at a room we share ever again. And hands off my car!”

In the coming years, Dean will bring up the washing machine incident whenever he wants you or Sam to clean the bunker…

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Reckoning

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, violence, death, trauma.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: Promise I’ll update the masterlist today but here we are, we’re finally at the end. We’re saying goodbye to Bucky, Luka, and reader in this one. We’ve come a far way. This was one of the first series I started on here. It started as a one shot about the asset being the scariest but you guys turned it into something more, so thank you. (also that’s three endings in less than a week :))

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

You played with the leather strap around your thigh as you sat in the rattly train car. The freight was much like the one that saw you away from your prison so long ago and the same man sat with you, huddled behind the metal barrels and wooden crates. 

Your eyes rolled inside their lids as you thought of your son and his innocent voice as he sang his goodbye to you. Luka didn’t know you might not come back. It broke your heart to think you might not but you couldn’t let James face Hydra alone. He hadn’t let you.

Your hand settled over the gun strapped to your leg, another holstered against your chest beneath your jacket. There was a knife at your ankle and another at your belt. You were ready but you weren’t. How could you ever be ready for any of this?

“We’re almost there,” James whispered as he shifted beside you, “you alright?”

“Yeah, I…” you opened your eyes and tore your hand away from the gun, “ready.”

He nodded and got up to his feet, squatting behind the cargo as he pulled you up into a similar crouch. He checked your weapons then his own. He looked at you again and his lips thinned into an anxious line.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

“I have to be,” he answered and reached out to caress your cheek. You leaned into his hand then pulled him to you to peck his lips. He always seemed so meek when you touched him but he was softening.

“We are ready, James,” you assured him as much as yourself, “for Luka, we have to be.”

“You follow my lead. You can’t hesitate, understand?”

“I know,” you said, “I won’t. Those men, what they did to you… to us, they can never have our son. Never.”

“Never,” he echoed and turned. 

He kept low as he crept around the boxes and you followed. He unhooked the door and let it slide open with a loud grind. He reached back until you grabbed onto his arm and he stared at the moving ground.

“Up ahead, the bushes. You first, I’ll be right after you,” he said.

“I remember,” you said, “I know where we are.”

He looked at you and you let out a breath as you readied for your jump, “I lived close to here… with my mother.”

“Oh,” he uttered and went quiet.

“Come on,” you stood but kept hunched as you prepared to roll on impact, “this is about ending the past, not reliving it.”

He counted down and you leapt as the bushes thickened. You landed and rolled through the branches and dingy leaves. You heard him thumped down not far from you as you gulped the air. He was up before you and came to stand over you and offered his hand to get you to your feet. Despite it all, you barely felt the crash to earth.

“So you know where we are,” he said, “so you know where we go first.”

You pushed your shoulders back and sniffed. You said nothing and marched past him. He ran to catch up to you and you walked into the thin skeletal line of trees. He fixed the long bag on his back that held his rifle as his boots crushed the twigs and stones.

“Are you sure you’re--”

“What do we need from there?” you asked, “we get it and we go on.”

“Anything that’s left,” he replied.

You kept on, the terrain turning uneven and soon you were in the rocky passes that brought back bloody memories. That night with Luka in your arms as you walked in the boots of a deadman. You shuddered and kept on. You unholstered your gun as you got closer and James caught your shoulder before you could outpace him.

“I take the lead,” he warned, “you gotta slow down. You can’t just run in there and--”

“If there are any left, I will put them all down,” you swore as your hand shook, “you can’t understand. I have anger in my veins like none I’ve known before.”

He stared at you a moment and thoughts drew his brows together. His lips parted before he found the words, “and what else do you feel?”

“Certain,” you said, “that this will be over soon.”

He lowered his chin and puffed, his breath forming a cloud in the chill air, “this post is abandoned. They couldn’t have stayed after what happened but you stay alert and you point your gun at anything that moves.”

You nodded and he patted your arm. He turned and took the path ahead of you, the trail thinning out the further you got into the low mountains. As you approached the metal doors, he slowed and aimed his gun at the facade of the hidden compound. Rocks clattered beneath his boots and you brought your own weapon up in nervous expectation.

The doors were slightly open and he kicked one open, quickly poking his muzzle inside. He waved you on and you continued down the concrete hallway. The place was cleaned out but the bloodstains remained, painted across the floors and walls.

He led you down the corridors and checked each room as you waited without, watching each end of the hallway as he cleared the place. The further you got, the more the forlorn nostalgia took over you. You felt off, you felt every drop of blood coursing through you and the hot fury mingled with helpless sadness. You felt entirely weak but so powerful

When you got to the heart of the structure, you stopped and watched as James hesitated in turn. He braced himself and went forward into the eerily familiar room. The computers were smashed and the rusty medical equipment littered the floor. The glass chamber they used to keep him in bore the destruction of his escape and he went to it and peered inside.

You flinched as he broke away the last of the glass with his metal fist and quickly retreated. He was shaking as he began to tear open the filing cabinets, the locks cracking at the force of his intrusion.

You walked along the wall and slowly faced the windowed room. The bed was still there and the sparse furniture of your former existence. Your mouth fell open as your eyes tingled with tears. Those early days when you waited, when you dreaded his visits, when you watched him through the glass and wished for death.

You winced as he came up beside you and gently touched your arm. You looked at him and flicked away the moisture in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said and his cheek twitched in pain, “I’m so sorry--”

“James, I know it wasn’t you,” you said, “I don’t cry because of you, it is because of them.” You took his hand and squeezed it, “did you find anything?”

“A few things but not what we’re looking for,” he said, “this place is abandoned. Whatever was left of… the experiment has moved.”

“And we know it will be where we’re headed?”

“Stark’s intelligence suggests it will be and… from what I can remember, it’s likely. Bigger than this place. They took me there in the early days.” He cleared his throat and looked around, “we’ll keep going until dawn. We will find somewhere close enough to rest and then…”

“And then we finish this,” you let go of his hand and moved past him, “James, I’m ready. I really am.”

✰

After some hours in a half-burned hut, you were wired. You ate rations under the open roof before you set out again. You hadn’t slept much as you and James took turns on watch. You stretched and went out into the wild and winding paths.

You climbed the steep incline of and followed the crumbling trail. As you got higher, it got colder but you hardly felt it as adrenaline surged in your approach. You ducked down as you walked along a crooked ledge and hopped off to hide behind a tall stone outshoot.

You looked down at the monstrous gates of the compound. You laid flat as James fixed the scope on his rifle and peered through the lens. He bit his lip as he adjusted his sights before he pulled his eye away.

“I can get the guards but we have to be quick after.” He nodded behind you, “down there. Quick. Gun out and ready. I’ll be right behind you.”

“We can do this, James.”

He lined up his gun again and inhaled. He took his first shot, the noise muffled by the long silencer. Several others followed before he stood quickly and hung the gun from his shoulder. He pulled you up and you ran to the decline that led between the sharp walls of the mountain.

He was a few steps back as you made you way down the treacherous natural steps and slid down the last few. You slipped to your knees as voices sounded from the gates and James fired again.

You got up as he latched onto your elbow and continued forward. He reached to his belt and unhooked a grenade, throwing it at the gates as you ran behind him. You hung back as the metal gates shook with the blast and he directed you forward with two fingers.

As you reached the rent in the doors, he stopped and took two more shots. Men fell into the cold dirt and you raised your gun to take your first. You remembered all those hours of training though you never truly knew how useful they would be. It was always a precaution, always a what if, now it was your life or death.

You pulled the trigger and another man crumpled. You kept close to James and picked off the last few men outside the installation. A sudden siren began to whine as you neared the open doors and you could guess that one of the guards had fled inside to warn all those within.

James directed you inside and as you made your way down the corridor, you stopped at the end and listened. You couldn’t think of the hammering of your heart or the thought of the death at you fingertips. You could only think; left or right.

“We need to separate,” you said.

“No, you can’t--”

“This place is too big, I’ll slow you down and you’ll slow me,” you insisted, “I’ll go right.”

“No, we have to--”

“You showed me, James. I know what to do. I know what we need. We have our rendezvous. We know what happens if we do not get there.”

He shook his head and sighed. You heard footsteps.

“We have to go,” you said and before he could argue further, you raised your gun and ran around the corner.

The first man hit the wall after the bullet entered his chest, the second fell over him with your next shot, and the third slumped against the next corner. You heard James’ boots and his own shots as they flew in the other direction. You pressed on and reloaded before you took the next turn.

Your pulse filled your ears and kept you going. Everything felt so clear, so visible, so loud. You saw and heard it all. It was almost as if you knew what would happen before it did. You’d never felt this level of clarity.

You went deeper into the maze, bodies littered in your stead as others fled, those in white jackets, those like the men who’d tortured you. You followed them, they would lead you to what you needed.

A man surprised you as he lunged from a doorway. He slammed you into the wall and your gun fired into the ceiling. You kicked him and he grunted and you grabbed his arm as his hand stretched over your throat. Without pause, without thought, you twisted his arm and he screamed in agony as both his wrist and elbow snapped.

You shoved him away and finished the work with a bullet. You stared at his arm as the shock sunk in. How could you have done all that? It hadn’t felt like anything at all, like bending a toothpick.

You didn’t have time to linger as another appeared and you fired again. Warm blood spattered your front as your legs kept pushing through. You came to a large room but bullets preceded you. 

You peeked inside, James was already there. A flurry of men were engaged with him, those in camouflage and those in white. You downed two men before your gun was kicked from your hands. You grunted and ducked under a punch you didn’t even see was coming, you just knew. You reached to your belt and freed the long hunting knife.

The blade tore through the man's flesh like water. The sickly glide of the metal sickened you and the flood of warmth down our arm churned your stomach. You couldn’t stop, even as your fear rose, even as you realised the destruction you wrought.

Another man, this one broken by a kick that sent him into the wall. Your strength startled even you. You heard James and looked around. He was on his back, barely kicking away his attackers as he aimed desperately with his pistol. 

You broke through the wall of man, shoving them to the side so that they flew back into the machinery all around. You threw your knife at a man as he aimed at James and you wrenched back another and twisted his neck until it cracked. The third you broke over your knee.

You rolled away from them and freed the gun at your chest; one, two, three, four. They all fell dead at the pull of your trigger. James stared at you and sat up. He raised his gun as your own was too slow and you felt an arm around your neck, the pointed tip against your chin.

“Don’t,” the man warned as his white sleeve scratched at your throat, “she dies.”

James kept his aim steady as he got to his feet. The man choked you and pulled you a step back.

“Drop the gun,” he ordered in Russian. You gulped and tossed it down as the metal cut into your flesh just a little, “ah, always thought you would be back. Always expected it.”

“Let her go,” James said, “you can’t--”

“That is the problem, you see? The human emotion dampens the serum. We don’t need the mind, only the body--”

You were quick. You slid your hand up under the knife and fell to your knees, taking the man with you as the blade dug into your fingers. The shot knocked him off of you entirely and the knife fell free, your blood pouring down your hand. You sat back on your heels and reached for your gun with your uninjured hand.

“We get the files and get out,” James helped you up, “more will be coming.”

He drew you past the corpses and began to search the desk and cabinets. He took a black folder and you helped break open several of the computers to remove their hard drives. He packed it all into the compact pack on your back and zipped it up.

He shot past your head as more soldiers appeared. He nudged you forward and yelled, “come on.”

You raced away from the east wing and barrelled down the winding corridors, following the trail of bodies left by your entrance. You added several more to the floor until you reached the front door. Gunfire followed your departure, met only in defensive retreat.

You carried on past the gate and into the rocky impasse. A sudden blast shook the ground and James caught your arm and urged you on. You didn’t look back as the shots faded into thundering booms and bangs.

You kept on until you couldn’t hear the carnage, until it was silent but for the whistling of the mountain air, until the adrenaline was gone and your hand seared with pain, the rest of the unnoticed aches rising to the surface. 

James stopped you and pulled you into a dark cave. He fished out his flashlight and little up the stony walls as he led you further inside. He pushed his head back and took a breath and he let the flashlight rest on its side and cast a plume over the dark space.

“We have to bandage your hand before we press on,” he said, “we get to the bottom at nightfall and keep going.”

“What was that?” you asked as he pulled out his aid kit from his pocket.

“My orders were to burn that place to the ground,” he said, “lucky the blast didn’t take the whole mountain down.”

He took your hand and wiped your fingers clean before he wrapped them in gauze. You were silent throughout as your heart slowed and you had a moment to think.

“James, what--” you blinked and looked down as he moved around you to unzip your bag, “I’m not mad. What was that?”

“No, you’re not,” he said as he pulled the folder out of the bag and went back around you, “it’s why we need to burn these.”

“What is it?” you asked.

He handed it over silently and retrieved his flashlight. He held it over the folder as you opened it. Your picture was at the front of the pile of papers, several signed by Ilyich, detailing the progression of your pregnancy. There were several explaining how the growth of the enhanced fetus affected the carrier. How the serum seemed to have molded with the DNA of the subject.

You looked up at James and frowned. It couldn’t be. 

“You never noticed before and I never wanted to make you,” he admitted, “I thought you would hate to be like me and that would be just another thing I did to you.”

“James…”

“I know, it was the soldier but it still feels like me,” he took the folder from you and closed it. “So I will keep you from one misery in this life. We destroy this now and when we reach the rendezvous, I delete any of that from those hard drives.”

“What do you--”

“We’re going back to Luka,” he said, “they can’t know because they will want to know more. They will want to try it again. Doesn’t matter if it’s Hydra or Stark.”

You nodded and he dug out his lighter. He lit the first page and watched it wilt into ash. You sat on a flat rock and rubbed your gloved hands together. You watched him burn the file a sheet at a time.

“I was reading about Canada. There was a program on the TV Luka was watching,” you said as added the last page and he stood, “what do you think? A nice little house for us. I hear it snows there. I love the snow.”

He clapped off his hands and reached for you. He drew you up and zipped your jacket up to your chin. He framed your face and smiled down at you in the glow of the flashlight hooked on his hip, “If you’ll be there, it sounds wonderful.”

✰✰✰

END

Thank you again for all your patience and support with this series. I’m sad but happy to be done. Let’s all imagine Luka getting to sled with Bucky up in the Great North and be at peace.

[user21340]

my only exception

(i don’t own this gif or any of the characters in this fic)

summary: you and nat are separated when in the Red Room. you both are reunited. after holding onto a couple things to give her for a couple years you both realize love is well and alive.

warnings: violence, abuse, swearing, lil angst, fluff

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

word count: nearly 1.8k

a/n: omg i don’t know what to say! thank you for all the support on the stuff i’ve released so far. it’s super crazy seeing some of my favorite writers following me. thank you so so much for 30 followers! much love 💕💕

(italics in dialogue mean the person is speaking russian)

sorry for any mistakes i wrote this at 3am and have to get up for school at 6 😪 no bueno

It was a cold and stormy night as the power in the Red Room continuously flickered on and off even with the help of a high powered generator.

You and Natalia had been waiting for an event like this to occur so you could break out. Even though both herself and you lived only a small bit of life outside in the real world before you were taken in and trained to become a weapon, both of your humanly morals knew right from wrong. The Red Room’s treatment definitely being a wrong.

Madame B and the other monstrous staff at this facility put all you girls to bed roughly an hour ago. Nat and yourself undid your cuffs connecting your wrist to the metal bedframe so you could pack the few things you both owned before you made your escape. Both of you had talked this plan over through and through so you both were on the same page as soon as you saw that flicker of a power outage surge though the site.

At the moment you both were eighteen years old meaning both of you had proven yourselves worthy enough to hone a spot at this academy and had graduated a couple months prior.

GAME PLAN

Some information you had gathered which the staff weren’t aware of was every time the power flickered off, it disarmed and unlocked the exit door/s for nearly five seconds. The weather has been dry but cold lately not making this discovery too useful. The plan was to sneak over to uncuff yourselves in the middle of the night when these brief power outages were occurring, pack your items, and as you were about to escape bang on the wall of the large room where the girls kept at the academy would sleep to create enough of a distraction before you were out and free for good. Easy right? How wrong you’d be.

When it was time for the distraction, Nat stood by the door waiting for the next surge of lightning of whatever broke the electricities stability as you walked to the far side of the sleeping quarters where you were sure you’d have enough time to bang on the walls and sprint out of that door.

You heard a crash of thunder so you knew your escape chance would be soon. As you were about to start banging on the walls you see a door knob parallel to Nat but far away none the less start turning.

BAM

Lightning strikes, what seems to be right outside of the building. You sprint for the door only to have your arm caught by one of Madame B’s henchmen.

Just like that the power flickers.

five.

Without much thought you break away from the man’s grasp lunge at Natalia who happened to be at the door.

four.

“We’ll meet again Natalia.” you speak softly

three.

You shove her out of the door with all of your might.

two.

You use all of your remaining strength that you can muster up to slam the heavy metal door closed.

one.

Click

The door locks once again.

“You stupid little bitch. Get over here NOW!” the man practically growls.

You slowly and steadily walk over to the man as he gruesomely pummels and kicks you.

Sure the beatings, mind torture and manipulation hurt, but you’ve never experienced any kind of pain on the same caliber to what being separated from Natalia feels like.

Madame B is more than disappointed, enraged and annoyed with one of her ‘star students’. You receive daily beatings and long, tiresome training hours for helping Natalia escape. Although everyone is ‘replaceable’ in the minds of the staff as well as Madame B, they just lost Natalia so they couldn’t afford to lose you as well.

Months later the beatings finally slow down to a couple a week which you are able to endure. Madame’s mission now is to make a monster out of you by pushing you to and past your limits when training.

One night you finally drift off to sleep. You hate sleeping. It’s a constant replay of your last night with Nat. Only hoping that she made it to civilization safe and sound and is living a normal teens life. However, tonight’s dream is different. In this dream you see yourself shoving your packed-escape bag between your mattress and bedframe as you are bleeding out on the ground from the beatings. You wake up in a cold sweat and manage to kneel on the ground and slowly lift up your mattress only to find that same, small bag filled with the few, but important belongings of yours and Nat’s. You open up the bag forgetting all about what you both had packed. The most important items you see is a picture of Natalia as a toddler with alongside her mother and father, a small metal ring which you had made for her after stealing a small teaspoon at dinner, banging it against the concrete floor with a rock to flatten it out as you’d continuously bend it back and fourth so only the thinnest part is of the spoon is left which you bend into a ring before surprising Nat with it after you know she had a pretty rough day training, and lastly Nat’s papers containing important info about her such as her full name, birthplace, parents names, and birthdate.

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

You make sure you have this date burned into your head, latching onto any important information about her you can learn.

You hang onto those three items keeping them hidden.

Two and a half years later...

It’s late at night when you hear gunshots and fights breaking out throughout the facility. You quickly get up out of bed (once again undoing your cuffs) and grab those three items from under your mattress. You place them in your pocket getting ready to make a break for the outside world. As you reach for the door you turn back taking one last look at the place you’ve been living for pretty much the entirety of your life, only before a man in a funny red, white, and blue costume enters your view.

You bring your hands up ready for a fight.

“Look kid, I’m not here to fight you. We are breaking you out.” the man ensures

“Who even are you?” you sternly question

“Steve Rogers. But the public calls me Captain America.” his gaze settles on your figure, “Mind telling me who you are?” he pushes

“Names y/n, but look I’ve got places to be ma-“ you are cut off when Captain America’s jaw drops.

“No, we both know you don’t. But, you ARE coming with me.” you know there isn’t much room for protest but that won’t stop you from trying. You lunge at him and push him to the ground as you wave a small goodbye and sprint towards the door only for your body to fall on the ground limp. Realizing you’ve been stunned by something temporarily.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you shriek, he only chuckles.

“God, Nat was right about you.” she shakes he head with a small grin on his face.

“N-nat?” you whisper as you vision fades black.

You regain consciousness and look around only to find yourself in a weird windowy, loud vehicle type thing. You see a group of people standing around you but you see one particular familiar face hovering directly over yours lightly combing through your hair with one one hand and gently outlining your jawline with the other.

“NAT!” you screech, your brain is feeling too many emotions to comprehend at the moment.

Once she sees and hears you are awake she pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Y/n/n I’m so sorry I left you and you had to stay in that hellhole for so long alone I don’t know how I would’ve help up it if that-“ you cut her off

“Natalia, all that matters is I’m here with you right now.” you reason.

After getting off of what you learned is a ‘plane’ you and Nat spend hours together clinging onto one another as if, as soon as you separate you will be absent in her life for another couple years, vice versa.

Months pass by. Even though you and Nat have yet to label yourselves as a couple your hearts belong to one another after being attached to the hip to one another for pretty much every activity or mission you both do. In this time you were also recruited as an Avenger due to your skillful hand to hand combat and your masterful types of fighting you have nearly perfected from your time in the room.

The date just happens to be November 22. You are pretty sure no one in the compound is aware of Natalia’s birthday, hell, you aren’t even sure if she’s aware.

Today is the day you decide to return the missing items from her bag that you recover after she left.

You wake up next to her and wake her up with a long, graceful, soft kiss on her lips to which she responds shortly after by kissing you back as you feel as tiny smirk against your own lips.

“Hey, what was that for?” she asks playfully

“Ohhh nothing. Just maybe it’s for my favorite girl’s special day today.” Nat blushes.

“H-how’d you know?”

“Oh honey, I know e v e r y t h i n g.” you reply

Before she can respond you pull her to sit up on your shared bed and hand her an envelope containing her papers as well as he one and only photo of herself and her family.

As soon as she sees both items she sobs into your chest. (more because of the picture, you really only included her papers so she too would know all the most crucial parts of her life pre-red room era.

“Uh, uh, uh’” you tut,”One more thing.” you reach for her hand slowly and tell her to shut her eyes. You slowly slide the makeshift ring on her finger.

“Open.” you instruct

To which she gasps at the sight and just like the day you both were reunited you hugged and kissed for hours on end.

“Nat, will you be my girlfriend?” you ask with a sheepish smile.

“Of course y/n/n, I thought you’d never ask.” she takes a breath,“I know love is for children, but you are my only exception.”

“Ditto.” Natalia chuckles, “That is what the Americans say, right?” you backtrack with flushed cheeks.

She holds you tighter and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sure.” she breathes out.

[hyuneytoast]

Closer than danger || L.MH

✦Genre - Zombie Apocalypse AU, Lee Minho x Reader (ft. Seungmin), Angst, hint of fluff

✦Warnings - Blood, minor injuries, violence, swearing, weapons

✦Word count - 2.9k

✦Disclaimer! All writings are pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to portray any members or situations  in real life.

“Ok, recap,” Minho gravels out of the cold air, grabbing attention from Seungmin and you.

Knives are firmly in all three of your grips as eyes and ears are on high alert, feet steadily walking across the cracked, empty roads. Another familiar sight of an abandoned town that makes your heart flip with uneasiness. Buildings on each side of the road are dark inside, windows shattered, walls decorated with splatters of blood and desperate handprints. A light grey haze is settled in the far ends of the road along with wrecked vehicles. The town cries itself in tears of a cold bitter air and a helpless invasion of destruction. Damn the dead that roams, taking over each life in this cursed world.

“I’ll be at the corner pharmacy while you two are at the convenient store. We'll meet up at the fountain in the center. Guns are to be used if pocket knives are unmatched only, just as usual. Got it?”

You firmly nod while Seungmin mumbles a confirmation, before departing from the blond male. You stop when a hand grabs yours from behind.

“Be safe, ok, love?” Minho squeezes your hand, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, and you too. Please,” You stare at his eyes that are evident in pure worry, like always when you two split up, before sliding out of his hold and returning alongside Seungmin who doesn’t stop to wait for you.

Your heart shatters the more seconds you see his saddened look. Leaving Minho during a supply run is a situation that you can’t help but internally tremble at, no matter how many times it has already happened. It’s an apocalypse for god’s sake, anything can happen whether you expect it or not. You glimpse over your shoulder to see Minho continue his way to the pharmacy, the last building on the street.

You whip your head when you feel a weight on your shoulder from Seungmin’s hand as he speaks nonchalantly, “Hey, Minho will be fine as always. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we’ll all be out. Now come on.”

Small cracks are heard when you pass through the entrance from the pieces of broken glass. The cloud-filtered sunlight provides a faint glow in the store, but leaving the back walls still in shadows. No groans, no uninvited footsteps, no presence of a zombie so far. So the two of you take that as a cue to continue. It’s at times like these where you feel your mind go absolute static, lungs feeling like they Shan’t to breathe properly as much as they ache to. The sound of your pounding heart echoes through your ears and your nose reeks at the smell of various things rotting. What makes you jumpy is the fact that anything can pop out of thin air. The shelves on the aisles aren’t full, few things left for grabs. Either previous survivors stopped by or the rest is on the floor, definitely inedible. Cracked cans, crushed bottles, and random flaps of cardboard you assume were once boxes of some crackers.

“Y/N, over here!” You hear a sharp whisper from Seungmin on the aisle across, which you cautiously follow. You immediately join when you see him eagerly snatching off bottles of water from the shelf, placing it in the backpack.

After clearing out the bits on the shelf, you two take a scan around for anything more. A few expired protein bars here and there along with limbs behind the cashier counter which you nearly throw up at the sick sight.

Your body is still tense, anxiety through the roof. You snap your head in the direction behind you when a moderately loud ping! and curse is heard. Seungmin’s bag ran into the corner of a shelf of what seems to be once an aisle of wine. Bodies freezing out of pure shock, the glass rolling a mere centimeter before coming in contact with the empty air that drags it down to the tiles. The shattering sound echoes from the building causing you two to visibly gulp, Seungmin gritting his teeth and eyes squeezing shut. You dash towards the male, latching on his arm and pulling him behind the counter; Trying your best to ignore the half person company lying on the floor near you.

They’ve already come, and it’s unsure of how much due to your hidings below the counter, but the several sluggish moans and swift footsteps barge in. Their snarls and short screams confirm they’re on high alert of what’s to be going on within the store.

Collecting the minimalist of your thoughts and breaths, you raise your head just enough to peek over,  noticing the zombies are distributed in the aisles, their backs turned from your direction and door. You tug at Seungmin, notifying him to follow, before getting on your feet; knees bent to keep low, but feet making long strides towards the exit. You bite your bottom lip rather firmly, eventually tasting the metallic blood.

Crack!

You look down at the damned loud glass shard you stepped upon, now split into two.

“Fucking hell,” You mutter as high-pitched, raging screams penetrates from behind, nearly making you want to cover your ears. Instead, your hands grab out your pocket knife and turn around, but you knew neither you and Seungmin weren’t going to make it out like this. Not with a pocket knife, and certainly not with the mere dozen zombies dashing your way.

Bang!

Seungmin starts shooting, having you whip out your gun too. Your sweaty hands try to remain a tight grip after each shot, but aiming is made difficult with each fast target while you’re also moving back to the exit yourself. After each round, only three were down. You can almost hear the distant upcoming screams from outside the building too. With a glimpse behind, you notice more joining, having Seungmin and you have no choice but to redirect yourselves toward the corner of the store. One zombie comes a couple feet away from Seungmin, but you’re swift to react, aiming for the head that sends the wretched grey creature flying back. And you hear it. That click that is never good news.

“Fuck, I’m out!” Seungmin spams the trigger, but nothing.

Seungmin is an unpredictable man, you’ve noticed over the months with him. Everything happens within his head and less than half is interpreted. But this… You wouldn’t have figured. Seungmin looks at you with desperate eyes, but the gaze is torn when he grabs your arm and you’re thrown down into the corner. You’re unable to process as everything is happening way too fast, the sights before you only a blur. A hoard of literal death has their attention on your vulnerability, Seungmin vanishes from sight out the door, and your mind seems like it’s spinning as you’re left on the floor to fend for yourself. Your breathing grows heavy and panicked, hands trembling on the trigger as you aim for one of the zombies’  heads. That was your last bullet… A string of curse words is all you manage to get out between short, constant breaths and hot tears spilling. A hand brings out the knife in your pocket, slicing through the air as you can only hope it’d be somewhat useful against the limbs reaching towards you.

Bang!

Followed by another, and then another. The unexpected constant shooting has you jump, hurdling yourself within the corner even more. You watch each zombie as their attention is set towards the exit instead of you, before they are sent limp to the floor with straining screams. You look up, expecting Seungmin to return, but you’re met with the blond male you’d thought you’d never see again, Minho. Silence settling upon is interrupted by both your heavy breathings, adding to the fearful tension. Minho checks his surroundings before lunging himself towards you, a big thud from the harsh impact as his knees hit the floor.

“M-Minho, you-” You can only manage whimpering before the male’s arms are thrown around you, holding you like a shelter.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re okay, right? God, please tell me they didn’t touch you, please” He pleads while catching his breath, and as you shake your head, you hear him let out a shaky huff of relief. “Holy shit, thank goodness, fucking thank god,” He repeats like a mantra, gently rocking you back in forth, comforting both you and him. You don’t know the details of what the hell just happened, but you’re shook. Your face is wet from tears as you’re still shaking in Minho's embrace, adrenaline still rushing through your blood. Him, on the other hand, has his mind running hysterically about the chaos he walked upon and how things might’ve ended if he didn’t arrive the time he did.

There then is a scream, quite far away and faint, but it’s more than a good warning telling you to flee.  “We have to go quickly, baby,” He urges, voice still coated in fear; that fear of how you’re on the edge of staying beside him. Minho hoists you up to your feet, giving you a squeeze on your side. “You sure you’re not hurt? I found extra medical supplies at the pharmacy.”

“Nothing major, promise.” You give an assuring smile, but the edges of your lips are still crumpled down.

“Ok if- Shit, where’s Seungmin?” You see how the male looks everywhere, a face of horror, if more possible, as his hand is securely around yours.

“Minho…” How would you say this? ‘Cause you certainly can’t fully process the betrayal still till this moment yourself, but that certainly won’t help the man beside you who is only assuming the worst. “He ran…” You speak warily before pressing your lips into a line. You almost flinch at the immediate change of look on Minho’s face. His eyes grow dark and eyebrows furrow as he looks at you. It was all the more intimidating, something you’ve never seen on him, not this bad at least.

“What the hell do you mean? Ran?!”

Another scream from afar, you two really need to leave. “Exactly what I mean. H-he pushed me and then took off! I figured he went to bring you to help or something, especially because we were out of ammo and-” Your voice rushing after each word, breaths picking up again due to confusion and uneasiness.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Let’s save the rest for later, ok? We really have to go, Y/N.” Calmness yet efficiency is the best choice of reaction if you two want to live, but you don’t miss the rage Minho has ablaze in him. Face still wears the growing feelings of hatred and disbelief, his teeth grinding against each other.

Minho takes your gun before reloading it with an extra pack of ammo from inside his bag. He hands it back to you in one hand while securely intertwining with the other. The two of you cautiously head out into the open streets, diving into the small spaces saved between each building for cover. A few zombies whose silhouettes you make out in the grey, but no sign of Seungmin.

Minho doesn’t let go of your hand the entire way, waiting until the apartment, that the initial three of you scouted a while back, has its roof over you. The apartment is quite bare under thin dust, but what’s to be expected from one in an apocalypse. Not as empty as thought though as eyes are set on the familiar figure, or rather a familiar someone. Seungmin stares back with an unreadable look from the wooden table, hand movements paused from sorting out the packed goods from the hectic supply run.

Before anyone can make a comment or take another uneasy breath, Minho strides over to the guilty male and grabs him by the collar, harshly pinning him against the wall.

“Seungmin Kim, you fucking bastard!!” It’s a visible sight of the redness on Minho’s skin, veins popping out his neck as he yells in a deep voice. Your man is pissed as hell. His piercing look doesn’t leave Seungmin’s, who is remaining motionless, but with such a gaze set on him Minho doesn’t miss the evident fear and guilt. “You fucking laid your hands on Y/N for your own safety, for your own damn sake!” He growls, pulling Seungmin away from the wall before slamming him against it again, having him wince along with the burn of Minho’s fingers digging into his shoulders “They almost died because you!”

You let in a sharp gasp as you watch the scene unfold only more, Minho raising his fist and striking it against the other’s face. The unrelenting impact echoes in the apartment, Seungmin letting his head hang low as a red mark is formed from the hit.

“It’s a damn apocalypse, Lee. You can’t possibly think that if one goes down, we all fucking do!” Seungmin spits between gritted teeth.

The blond male scoffs, “Oh yeah? Well, look what you did-” A punch “Look where it got you now.” Another strike.

“Dammit!” Seungmin snaps, tearing off Minho’s grasp and having his fist fire back.

You can’t take it anymore, anxious by the sight. This certainly isn’t going to go anywhere. “Stop!” You call out, rushing towards the brawling men. Blood drips down from Seungmin’s nose and the big cut on Minho’s lip. Both have faces dusted in bruises along with their frustration, knuckles purple. “Minho, stop! Please!” You pull his arm as it’s raised in mid-air, pulling him away from Seungmin whose fist comes near the startled you.

Minho feels his heart drop as he catches the sight of you, brows knitted in worry and tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. He’s seen too much today, but he can’t get past the fact that Seungmin, whom he trusted enough to have as an ally, had intentions of saving himself over you. Damn it, he just can’t! The love of his life, nearly gone just like that; All because of the culprit who stands in front of him at this very moment. Minho tries to get one more hit, nearly lunging at Seungmin, but he pulls out a pocket knife and points it at the two of you in defense. Minho quickly reacts by pulling you behind him, shielding you with his arm. His other hand reaches to pull out his loaded gun towards Seungmin, his hand shaking, you notice. Seungmin’s eyes keep switching between Minho and you, a determined gaze and threatening hands.

“Don’t you. Fucking. Dare. Move an inch with your bullshit and a bullet goes through that damn head of yours.”

“Unbelievable, you’re a complete maniac, Minho!” The blade in his hands still doesn't retreat.

“Minho…” You plead in a whisper, placing your hands on his arm and having him step back.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Just get the hell out, and don’t you ever touch what’s mine again.”

Everyone’s still for a moment before Seungmin takes the knife and stabs the table as he gives in. “At least I can get further than the two of you and your soft hearts,” He mutters bitterly, gathering his supplies in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He approaches the apartment’s door, Minho lowering the gun the further he walks.

“Keep on running away, you asshole, it’s what you do best,” Minho lightly cackles, knowing just how to get even more on the other male’s nerves. It has him clench his fists, bruised knuckles turning white, before walking out to slam the door behind which has you both flinch. Minho locks the door, peering out from behind the curtain making sure Seungmin is long gone in the distance before anything else.

“I swear to god, if he-”

“Shhh, no more,” You demand, pushing him towards the edge of the couch to sit on, holding an aid kit for his face speckled in wounds. He winces at the cold contact of a cloth you dab on his cheek. All the pain is quick to subside though when he peers at your face that’s only a small distance away as you hover above. If only he could get lost in admiring every feature of yours like this everyday. Your eyes are deep of care and concern, focusing on cleaning him up.

"Reminds me of our late high school years, don't you think, angel?" He murmurs. "Always getting into fights, but then you'd come along and fix me up."

"Even in an apocalypse, some things always stay the same," You chuckle, a soft smile that reminisces those untouched moments.

What did he ever do to deserve you in a fucked up world like this, Minho wonders to himself as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist. He also wonders if he went overboard back there, recalling your fretted state. “I’m sorry, Y/N…I lost my mind, but I still shouldn’t have reacted like that. Did I... scare you?”

Your fingers gently glide over his skin, applying antibiotic ointment. “Mm… yeah, but more because I didn’t want you getting any more hurt. It’s okay though, I understand. I’m more than thankful for your protection.”

“Thank you.”

You avert your eyes towards his for a moment. “No, thank you, Min. Thank you for being there for me.”

And with that, you plant your lips on his, a feeling that makes Minho helplessly smile, and one that makes all burdening feelings dissipate. Or, at least for now.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: SKZ Materialist*.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[alexaplaysgames]

hey 😏 this is a request but don’t feel pressured to write it, take a break if you need to （＾∇＾）

but basically ; MC doing Felix’s eyeliner (or vice versa) and it leads to a little smooch session 😽

You got it! I hope this is alright :) Can you tell I just wanted to make it like that one meme?

Just a warning, it does get rather spicy at the end 😳

Title: Makeup and Makeout

Pairing: Felix Escellun x GN!MC (Last Legacy)

Words: 1160

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“Chin up.”

Felix’s clothing rustles against the fabric of the sofa as he complies, tilting his head slightly backwards at my request. The silky strands of his dark hair fall away from his face and halo around his head, revealing his delicate features and the blush that spreads over the crest of his nose to the tips of his ears.

I straddle his narrow waist and lean forward, taking his chin between my fingers. He exhales. I thumb open the softness of his lower lip, admiring the smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips.

Felix’s eyes are wide as he allows me to touch him, the expression on his face both nervous and expectant. He’s stiff underneath my hands, and though my breath fans over his face, Felix’s seems caught in his throat. He swallows. Though he squirms slightly on the sofa beneath me, I know how deeply he must trust me to allow me this close without complaint.

“All your staring is rather unnerving, my dear,” he whispers with a slight frown. Though I assume he intends to sound annoyed, it comes off more nervous, his voice wobbly. His eyes flicker up to meet mine, a timid uncertainty in the deep grey of them.

“Get used to it,” I smile in reply. I move to cradle his face in my palm. “Look up for me?”

His dark eyelashes flutter as he complies, shifting his gaze upwards toward the ceiling. I place my finger under his eye and softly tug at the skin. I dip the brush in my hand back into the black makeup, then draw it along the crease of his eye. I brush it outwards in a single stroke, careful not to smudge it over the soft swell of his cheek.

“T-this feels strange,” Felix stammers.

I can tell he’s uncomfortable with how much attention I’m paying to him, how softly I treat him. I gently wipe a bit of makeup from the corner of his eye. “Just sit still. I’ll take care of you.”

I refocus on painting the sharp lines around his eyes, though I have to drag my attention away from his face. This close, I can clearly see the features that are usually obscured by distance: the faint freckles over his nose, the flecks of green in the grey of his eyes, the bruise on his jaw from where he tripped and fell earlier this week. I can see the marks where the strings of his necklace cut into his throat, the slow rise of his chest against his shirt as he breathes. He blinks, and I feel the brush of his long lashes against my thumbnail.

“There. All done, you did perfect.”

I lower my hands to cup his cheeks. The smoky shade of his eyeliner contrasts beautifully against the pale grey of his irises and his tanned skin, suiting him incredibly well. Stunning.

“Do you want to check my work?”

Felix shakes his head. “I needn’t. I trust you.”

His eyes search my face and I can tell that he does, wholly and unabashedly. He draws his fingers over the slope of my collarbones before he lets his hands fall back to his sides, as if he’s realized he’s allowed himself such a small display of vulnerability and now wishes to take it back. He huffs, frustrated, and turns his face into one of the cushions at his side.

“Well, do you want to know what I think?” I ask, not waiting for his response. “You’re really rocking the look. You could be the newest, sexiest member of Kiss.”

Felix tilts his head to the side and frowns up at me, his glare barely stifling the fondness underneath. “Why must you make ‘pop culture’ references you know I won’t understand?”

“My apologies,” I whisper, mimicking his faint accent. I lean down closer to him with a smirk, watching as his eyes go wide. “It means I think you look good.”

Felix’s breath hitches. He returns my expression with a slight, nervous half-smirk of his own, despite his furiously flushed cheeks. Then he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes alight with teasing. “And you have me all to yourself, dearest. Whatever will you do with me?”

I sit back up on my knees and grin. “Hm. Nothing.” The space between turns cold and empty. Felix pouts. The look on his face is so effortlessly endearing that I nearly wilt. He can bend me like a flower in the wind if he wishes, we both know it, but I can also do the same to him.

Before I can make to move off him, he entwines his hands behind my neck and tugs me towards him, until we’re so close our foreheads touch and his breath ripples over my face when he speaks.

“I do recall you saying something about a kiss.”

“Not a kiss, Kiss. They’re a-”

My words are cut off by his lips crashing against mine. Felix tangles his hands in my hair pulls me close until our mouths meet. I nearly lurch forwards with how desperately he’s clutching me against him, my hands catching my weight on the back of the sofa by his head.

It takes me a moment to respond to the forcefulness of his kiss; I’m momentarily still before matching the feverish pace his lips. He moans as he parts his lips for me, trailing his hands down my cheeks to cup my jaw and sucking on my tongue in his mouth before he pulls away with a gasp.

“I much prefer this kiss, then,” Felix mumbles against my mouth. I can feel the corners of his mouth curving upwards. “Over whatever nonsense you were spewing.”

He laughs at whatever expression I must make, and I shut him up by kissing him again. Felix falls back against the sofa with a gasp of surprise. I grasp one of his hands in mine and press it back by his head as our kiss deepens, then slows. He makes a pleased hum, squeezing my hand in his own as our lips work together. He entwines our hands as we kiss, sliding his long fingers between mine. His lips are parched and cool, the taste of him sweet as the tea he so often drinks.

When we eventually part, Felix immediately wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight to his chest. It’s a bone-crushing embrace that steals my breath, but one I’m not certain I wish to escape from.

“What would I do without you, my dear barista?” It sounds as if he’s asking me as well as himself. He runs his hands up and down my back, and I sigh.

“Your own eyeliner, I suppose.”

Felix settles his chin on my shoulder. I don’t have to see his face to know he’s rolling his eyes. “I managed as much before, thank you.” Then he repeats in a smaller, whispered voice, “Thank you.”

I know he speaks not merely for the makeup now lining his eyes.