#she would have gotten real close to whisper in his ear ‘if you don’t wake up soon you better hope you never do because I will KILL YOU

[probablygayattorneys]

Level-5 only wrote Emmy out because they knew if she was still in contact with Layton when he had kids, Aunt Emmy would be far too powerful

[weaveandwood]

Writing prompt - You and Gale are in the markets - What happens next.

I'm sorry if these annoy you.

These never annoy me! I love writing them. I've had some pretty intense writer's block this week, and I think this one helped me work through it. Happy Saturday!

NSFW 18+ Word Count: 2200 CN: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Gale x Named Female Tav

“What do you think? The sweet roll stand next?” Ora asked, her hands full of boxes and bags from the shopping they had just finished up at the Waterdeep market. She had been home for a month, a whole glorious month, and they had settled into something comfortable. She hadn’t gotten that far off look in her eye at all this extended break, and Gale’s anxieties about waking up to find her gone without a trace had disappeared. 

It was an unseasonably warm fall day - not that Gale was complaining. His wife flourished in the sunshine, and though she was never really one to show a lot of her skin in public, when she got warm she tended to wear a top without sleeves. This one had thin straps and was deliciously low cut, showing off one of his favorite parts of her body - though if he were being honest, everything about her body was his favorite. It was all he could do not to stare, and she had caught him more than once in just the last hour. Gale, eyes up here, she had said, playfully bumping into him as they walked down the crowded street. I’m sorry, you are just so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off of you. You can’t blame a husband for admiring his wife, he had replied in an attempt to save himself from further teasing. 

He held some of the boxes and watched her make small talk with the vendor, who had become fast friends with her once she was home more regularly. She asked about her latest adventure, how her poor husband was faring without her, if she had tasted any better rolls in any of her travels. “Never, I always look forward to getting these ones, best in Faerun!” Ora responded with her sincere smile that lit up her face and made Gale fall deeper in love, if that was even possible. Still, it was impossible to not notice from his vantage point behind her how her leggings hugged every curve, the years of adventuring honing her body into a masterpiece. One that he was finding he needed to get his hands on. Soon.

Ora turned around then, a small box of rolls in hand and caught Gale with a dark look in his eyes. One she recognized well, one she loved being on the receiving end of. 

“See something you like, sir?” She smiled at him as he moved his eyes slowly up her body, taking her in, committing her to memory just as he did every single time he looked at her. He closed the distance between them, leaning down and whispering in her ear. 

“It is taking all my self control right now not to take you into a dark side street and take these maddening clothes off of you and show you just how much I like what I see.” 

A sharp intake of breath. She liked when he spoke to her like this, detailing the things he wanted to do to her. “Hmm, it’s really too bad Waterdeep doesn’t really have dark side streets at midday, I would be quite willing to go along with your request. You know, it’s a shame I don’t wear dresses really, I see how they can be convenient for this kind of activity. What are you going to do about this problem?” She smiled, a devilish look on her face.

Gods, he loved her. 

“The tower is much closer than the cabin from here…” he trailed off. They hadn’t spent much time in the tower since that third Midwinter Festival when everything went wrong. Still, they were almost at the end of the market. “Or there’s the inn a street over that we could rent for the night. Repeat our second Midwinter?” He remembered that night fondly - the night with the glowing rabbits. The night he was so nervous she wouldn’t show up. The night she did, and made him believe that they could be real again. 

“Let’s go to the corner and then you can cast Dimension Door to get us to the tower?” she said, surprising Gale who completely forgot in his desire that he could essentially get them anywhere he could see. Usually, he preferred to take a leisurely stroll through his beloved city. “Quickly,” she added. This was not the occasion for a leisurely stroll.  

A short, dizzying time later, they stood in front of the tower, Gale unlocking the warded door. As it opened, he let Ora enter first. He shut the door behind them and put the boxes on the entry table before grabbing her hand, spinning her around and kissing her deeply. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that since we walked into the market.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers. “You are addictive.” He reached down to her top, untying the lace keeping it tight against her body, loosening it slowly. He trailed kisses from her lips, to her cheek, to her neck. He felt her breathing pick up as he ran his fingers along them hem of her top, slipping under it and lifting it over her head. He stepped back, looking at her - this woman who was so beautiful, so fearless, so sexy, and somehow his. She made eye contact with him as she kicked off her boots, then quickly pulled down her leggings and underwear, leaving her naked in the entryway of the tower. 

He pounced. 

His hands were everywhere. He honestly needed more hands, his desire to feel every inch of her skin was so great he contemplated conjuring a few before deciding against it. For now. He pressed her against the wall, kissing her with a fervor reminiscent of when he was a younger man, an apprentice at Blackstaff, eager to impress, eager to bed equally eager classmates.Their tongues slid against each other as Ora reached between them to unbutton his linen shirt. He quickly shrugged it off, tossing it across the room. 

“Gods, you’re so...perfect” she said, looking at him in wonder as though it was her first time seeing him. As though she didn’t say the exact same thing the night before as they made love in front of the fireplace in the cabin. His lean, athletic build, though not as muscular as he once was when they met, the fine smattering of hair across his chest, down his stomach, leading even further down his body, and his gorgeous skin tone ticked all her boxes. He was everything she desired. She kissed his neck and he unbuttoned his linen pants and quickly let them pool to the floor along with his underwear before kicking them out of the way. 

He reached up to her breasts, the objects of his desire all morning. He paid them proper attention with his hands before bending down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it lightly, feeling it get hard before moving to the other one. He flicked his tongue over them, her soft moans only steering him onward as he kissed his way down her body as he got on his knees in front of her. He stopped at each small scar on her stomach - some from her times as a Scout, some from their own adventure, some newer. Each scar was given reverence and appreciation for healing and not taking her from him. She looked down at him, his own personal goddess, and he was here to worship. 

She gasped as he placed one hand on her stomach, the other lifting her leg to drape over his shoulder. He looked up at her and with a flattened tongue, licked her from her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves. She laid her hands on his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she adjusted her angle, using both him and the wall for support. He continued licking, tasting her, humming softly against her soft skin, slick with her own arousal as she moaned softly, faint echoes reverberating through the entryway with its high ceiling. She sounded like music.

“You taste so sweet, my love,” he said as he looked up at her, leaning his head against her thigh that was resting on his shoulder. He gently lowered her thigh from his shoulder, kissing it gently. He kissed her hip bone, then back up her stomach. His tongue dragged a path from her breasts up to her neck, and she felt him pressing against her, hard with want.  “But now, I need to feel you around me,” he said softly into her ear, his warm breath sending tingles through her body. “Shall we pretend we’re in that dark side street now, my love?” He whispered the spell for darkness near her ear, a faint purple glow emanated from his hands as he channeled the Weave, his movements confident and assured as the light disappeared from the entryway. 

“You do know I can still see, right?” Ora laughed as kissed him, the elven side of her heritage giving her darkvision, able to make out Gale as if he was bathed in a dim grey light. 

“Well, we will have to remedy that,” he said, his hand caressing her face lightly, feeling the shape of it. Running the pad of his thumb over her soft cheek, tracing its way down the deep scar he loved, though she had been a little self conscious about it when their relationship had transitioned from flirtations to something more. She was so fierce. He put his hands on her waist, turning her around to face the wall. He kissed the back of her neck, hearing her breath catch. He pressed against her, his hardness pressed into her delicious curves. 

“I need you, Gale. Now,” she moaned as he flicked the tip of her ear with his tongue, driving her mad. She arched her back, pressing her hips back against him as his hands roamed over her backside. He kissed her shoulder as he wrapped one hand around himself, pulling her hips back slightly with the other to get a good angle as he positioned himself at her entrance. 

“Then you shall have me,” he whispered as he pressed into her, slowly at first - he always loved the feeling of her giving around him as he entered her, her warm body enveloping him. He moaned as she took him as far as he would go, fully seated inside her. “Gods, Ora, you…” he lost his train of thought as he pulled his hips back and thrusted into her again. And again. And again. 

“Have I made…the verbose Gale Dekarios…speechless?” She panted as he pressed her into the wall, her chest flat against it. Her hands braced against the wall to give them both a little leverage and support. She was completely his for the taking. 

His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand pressing flat against her stomach to hold her close to him, his chest against her back. He preferred being able to see her face while fucking her, but holding her body tight against his was nearly as good. He moved his hips faster, the sound of their pants and moans echoing through the high ceilings of the entryway. 

“You take the words from my mouth whenever I am inside you. You render me quite incapable of coherent thought.” He held on to her tighter, one of his hands lowering down her stomach, reaching between her legs to rub her sensitive clit, to help her find her release as he felt his own approaching. “I love you,” he moaned as he kissed her shoulder, sucking it lightly.

She called out his name, her breathing labored as her knees buckled slightly. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of her abdomen to support her better as he felt her starting to tighten around him. “That’s it, Ora, come for me. Please, let me feel you come around me,” he panted, fucking her hard, his hips snapping against her with each deep thrust, a fire pooling low in his abdomen. 

“Gods!” she cried out, arching her back more as she reached her peak. He felt her pulse and flutter around him, sending him crashing over his own precipice. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he felt himself fill her up, his own cries joining with hers to form a beautiful chorus. 

Spent, he pulled out of her, kissing the back of her neck, her earlobe, her shoulders. He turned her around and pressed her back against the wall again before kissing her deeply. 

“I love you,” he said before he channeled the Weave again, bringing light back into the entryway so he could look upon his love. He tucked a strand of hair that had worked its way loose behind her ear, smiling as he did. She smiled back at him, and his heart swelled. 

“I love you, too.”

He kissed her deeply, then took her hand, leading her up the stairs to the bedroom, to the bed they once shared. They stayed there all night, making love in it twice more before the sun rose the next morning and they went back to their cabin.

[oigimi]

. rapunzel - act one .

nokto x reader . 1.4k words . rapunzel au . fluff . this takes elements from disney's tangled and some from the original story! this is chapter one out of several!

She’d found herself in quite the predicament. The sorceress she was indebted to, Madame, was out, and there was a mysterious man knocked out and tied to a chair in her main room. Armed with nothing but a frying pan, Y/N was frantically pacing around wondering what to do next. Somehow he had managed to scale the walls of her tower and sneak inside, and Y/N had no choice but to take action. When he wasn’t looking, she’d knocked him out and stored him on a chair, tied up with her extraordinarily long hair that stretched leagues and leagues behind her.

There was a lot she was going to have to resolve in a short amount of time, time that was quickly slipping through her fingers. The only thing Y/N had managed to come up with was what to say when he woke up, and so she whispered it to herself, trying to divulge her train of thought along two paths at once.

“Nngh…”

Shit, he was waking up!

Y/N grabbed her frying pan and got into position, just in case somehow the man untangled himself and lept into action. She furrowed her brows as his eyelids began to lift, revealing a pair of beautiful crimson irises.

“Hey, what’s going on here-?” he demanded, struggling for a moment. His gaze shifted to Y/N, and the long, luxurious head of hair that bound him to his chair. “What the…?”

“M-my name,” she began to recite, “is Y/N L/N. Y-you have intruded upon my place of residence, and I have taken it upon myself to-”

“Is this your hair?”

She froze. “Yes, it is. I have taken it upon myself to-”

“It’s your real hair and not a wig? That’d be an impressive wig,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, sorry. This situation is so-”

“I have taken it upon myself to bind you and let you know who’s in charge around here!”

He laughed again, nodding. “Good speech. Very compelling. You can let me out now, I have no notes.”

“Why would I do that? You’re the one in my tower! I don’t know what you have planned!” Y/N held up her frying pan and scowled.

“A frying pan too? You’re full of surprises, lady,” he laughed. “I’m Nokto. Good to meet you. I’d shake your hand but you’ve kinda got me jailed up here. Can’t tell from here but I bet you give a good handshake.”

She rolled her eyes again and sat down at another chair close by. Nokto was already getting under her skin, but there was something about the name that just seemed familiar to her. She couldn’t shake it. Maybe she’d read about it in one of her fantasy novels.

“Let me guess,” he mused, “You’ve tied me up and gotten this far and now you have no idea what to do next. You don’t want to let me out but you don’t really have a plan from here. Did I get that right?”

“Hey! Not true!” Y/N smirked. “Maybe I’ll have Madame cast a spell on you when you get back for intruding. That’ll teach you not to randomly go into people’s homes.”

Nokto raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Madame. She’s the sorceress that raised me,” she bragged, crossing her arms. “We’re gonna have to wait until she gets back and then we’ll decide what to do with you, Nokto! How do you like that?” Hah. She got him.

But instead of cowering in fear, begging for her mercy, Nokto just laughed again. “Oh? I’m guessing you have no idea who I am then.”

“How on earth am I supposed to know who you are?” Y/N stood up and went to the kitchen. “I want some tea.”

“You… seriously don’t know?” The shift in Nokto’s tone made her spin her head around. “You have genuinely no idea who I am? The face or name didn’t set off any alarm bells?”

She could have admitted that something about it made her ears perk, but since she couldn’t place the source, she decided that it was something simply not worth her time. Maybe she could pry more information from him if she kept quiet, so Y/N just shook her head. “Nope. Why, should I?”

“Just how long have you been up here? Do you… leave?”

“Leave? Why would I?”

Nokto’s face twisted again, as if she’d asked something ridiculous. It was true. Why did Y/N need to leave? The tower had safety, food, water, books, games, and of course, Madame to provide for her once in a while. The outside, while visually appealing, was full of things and people that just wanted to harm you. Diseases, famine, malice. None of those things existed within the tower.

He just looked around, and his gaze locked on the bookshelf. “You like books? Lemme tell you, the real world is more exciting than anything a bunch of paper can offer.”

“You take that back!” she hissed. “My books aren’t just ‘bunches of paper!’ They’re… They’re… I’ve learned and experienced so much more through them than the real world could offer!”

“You seriously believe that?”

“Y-” She stopped herself, but knew she couldn’t back down now. She’d said what she’d said, and she wasn’t taking it back. “Yes. Besides, you don’t get hurt in books…”

Nokto nodded slowly. “Wanna bet on it? Untie me and I’ll take you out. If you think the real world’s fun and exciting and all that, you let me go free. And if you aren’t convinced, your witch lady can cast a spell on me or whatever. Sound good?”

“You’d… You’d just risk your life on something like that?” Was he stupid or something? Maybe Nokto was all beauty and no brains. But for proposing something so ridiculous, he sure had a cocky smile on his face. He was sure of himself. “Fine. You have three days.”

“Great. Now can you untie me?”

Y/N obliged and undid her hair around Nokto’s body. He watched her work with an unbroken stare. “I can’t believe your hair’s this long. Doesn’t it bother you?” he asked, picking some of it up off the floor and pressing it above his lip like a mustache. She immediately swatted it out of his hands.

“No, actually, it doesn’t. You’ll find it has a lot of practicality, believe it or not.”

“What could be practical about having about ten tons of hair to lug around at all times? Even if it’s silky and soft~”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to flatter me, boy. And I’d say this is pretty practical!” She walked to the window and hung it on a hook, allowing some to fall. The ground seemed so far away, she realized. It was going to be quite the plunge to the ground, physically and emotionally. There was no reason to leave the tower, but here she was. About to practically dive out of it because some random man was pushing her to. Her gaze shifted back to Nokto, who was standing with an eyebrow raised. It was now or never, she thought.

With a deep breath, Y/N lept from the windowsill and glided down the walls, her hair providing a perfect elevator for her. She stopped herself just as she was about to hit the ground, and placed her feet. The ground was soft underneath her shoes, the grass looked nice poking around it. She was so mesmerized by the sound of the water rushing so close to her, she almost didn’t notice Nokto from way up above.

“Way to go! Alright, that’s pretty practical!” he laughed, giving a slow clap. “You’re gonna have to wait for me down there. I’m not that fast. You got a staircase or something?”

“You’re going to have to scale the walls. Sorry,” she replied, sitting down in the grass and ravishing its texture.

“Bleh. Alright, be right down.”

Nokto was able to eventually get down the tower the same way he presumably came up, scaling with a few tools in his pack. When he saw her picking flowers, a smile spread across his face. This was going to be easier than he thought.

[wolfytae-exe]

You wake up in the middle of the night to a cold bed.

Where did he go? You questioned to yourself

Checking the alarm clock, it read 3:33 am

Damn..

It probably isn’t your business, but you still forced yourself to get up, and search for your missing person

You looked around for him to see where he could’ve gone. After 10 minutes you eventually gave up. Again, it probably wasn’t your business of where he was

You check you phone to check the time, 3:33 am it still read

…that’s weird.

Deciding to go back to bed, you made your way back to your room. But before you could make to your destination, you heard the sound heavy breathing coming from a different room of the house

A room you haven’t checked

A room you don’t remember existing

This would get you killed in horror movies, but with caution and out of curiosity you entered the room very quietly.

It was dark, the only light being the orange street light aluminating throgh the small window in the room

Trying to be aware of your surroundings, the heavy comes from

“Kai?”

In the corner of the room was your dearest “boyfriend” Kai. The very sweet boy you met at your local library. A sweet gentlemen that you trusted with your life. He took you on dates, bought you nice things, and even stole your lovely chastity. Your sweet “boyfriend”, in the corner, heavy breathing

Confused, you tried Reading the clock on the wall, 3:33 am

???

Barely in a whisper, you called his name again,

“Kai?”

He was shaking, back facing you, sounds a mix of breathing and whimpering

What’s gotten into him?

“…Kai?”

“So…hungry…” he moaned “not…yet…maybe…no…”

You wanted to help him. To comfort your “boyfriend” from what was haunting his soul. You can’t just stand there! He’s fighting demons!

…No.

He IS the demon

His soft brown curls shifting to his blonde hair, which then those roots started melting into black, horns slowly growing from his head, his posture was fixed, and his whimpers then turned into laughter

He still didn’t know you were behind him, well that’s what you thought was the truth.

He’s been with you too long for him to easily smell you and recognize you.

“Y/n…” he drags your name in a playful tone but still having his back facing you

You took few steps back away from him. You wanted to believe this was all a nightmare, that this strange entity wasn’t your “boyfriend” and that you weren’t awake at all

Looking at the clock again, 3:33 am

See? The time hasn’t changed!! This must be a dream! Right!

…Right?

“Y/nnnnn” he called your name again “I know you’re thereeeeee” He dragged his sentence again

Taking more steps back, close to where you can reach the doorknob, you gently try to open the door and escape from whatever this entity was, trying to impersonate your man

“Where are you going?”

You paused as you heard his question. Turning around, from the corner you found him in you turned around to see him staring right at you with the most sinister smile you would ever encountered in your life

You tried to scream, but before your octave could come out he launched himself at you. Pushing you down to the floor, your back facing him now, he found himself breathing right by your ear,

He then whispered to you, what could be the last words you’ll ever hear before you lose all of your humanity

“i…must…feed…”

3:33 am

- Lia’s 🧚‍♀️ anon

OH MY GOD???? 🧚‍♀️ ANON CALM DOWN BEFORE I STEAL YOU CAUSE CAUSE CAU💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

real shit though the time not changing is so fucking trippy in a situation like that, omg imagine it was just a dream but when she wakes up huening rolls over next to her all sleepy, blonde hair messy like it’s so normal to look that way UGHWVDJWKEBKDO i love making these men manipulative and evil thank you for your service.

[slinket]

The Aftermath

Chapter 5

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Trigger Warning - Full Non-con in this chapter. Scene is indicated at start and end by ~~~~~~~

Summary of what happens at the very end.

NSFW

Sebastian was alone in the undercroft, pacing and talking to himself.  “You have to do this Sebastian.  Using an unforgivable is only dark when you use them as such.  Using a curse to make a life better is fine… good, even.”  He paused, shaking his head.  He closed his eyes tightly, fists clenched at his sides.  Was he really going to go through with this?  He knew it was wrong, as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew.  But he couldn’t wait any longer, and the naked truth was that he was pretty sure he could get away with it.  He had gotten himself out of so many jams, restricted section visits, close calls with trolls, ashwinders, and goblins - using all of the unforgivables - even killing his Uncle.  Nearly no consequences,  the only permanent consequence being the loss of Solomon.  He, Ominis, and Threnody were still thick as thieves.  So really, things were almost back to pre-5th year times.  He could do this.  He would do this.  He had to do this.  He ran his hand through his hair, pulling at the ends, leaving the strands sticking out and messy.  He shouted into the air in anger before storming out of the room.

Sebastian kept to himself for the next while.  He was making plans, and part of those plans were based on him being absent for the week.  Ominis and Threnody noticed his unusual absence, but it allowed them to spend more time together alone, so they didn’t think too much of it. A couple of weeks later, Sebastian knew it was time to put his plan into action.   In about 24 hours he would be deep into it.  After a long day of final planning in the library, he returned to the common room, briefly conversing with Ominis and Threnody.  

“Sebastian, there you are!  Is everything ok?” Threnody called from the couch.  

Sebastian turned her way, throwing a smile on his face.  She was sitting with Ominis, which was expected.  She was seated on the couch, her back facing the fireplace, legs laying over Ominis’. They had started a new book recently by Oscar Wilde.  The Picture of Dorian Gray.  Wilde had been writing for the wizard community for several years, and in a recent interview through The Daily Prophet, he admitted to sharing some magic secrets in his books and labeling them as fantasy.  This had spurred his books to become popular among muggles, as they wanted the magic they did not believe was real. 

 Rather than making eye contact with Threnody, Sebastian was instead focused on Ominis’ hands.  One resting on her ankle, and the other laid on her waist.  There was a slim break between Threnody’s shirt and skirt, her pale skin peeking out, and that is where Ominis’ thumb lay.  Sebastian would swear he saw Ominis rub his thumb back and forth across Threnody’s skin touching her in a way that was just past the line of friendship.  

“Just busy with some personal research,” he replied.  He saw their faces suddenly drop.   “No, no, nothing like before - I swear.  I’ve got a few more things to finalize and then I’ll share with you both.”  He started backing away, moving towards the dorm entrance.  “I’m off to bed now though - don’t wake me up when you come up Ominis.”  Sebastian smirked as he turned away ignoring his slight jealousy over his friends, knowing he was unlikely to be able to fall asleep.

As soon as Sebastian left the common room, Ominis buried his face into Threnody, moving his lips to her ear.  “Can I touch you?” He whispered.

“You are touching me.”

“Not how I want to be touching you.”  Ominis started to move the hand that was resting on her ankle.  The tips of his fingers slowly dragged up her calf, pausing only for a second when he hit the hem of her skirt.  Ominis smiled as he moved his fingers again, still sliding up her leg, his hand disappearing under her skirt.  He listened to the small sounds she was making, groaning himself when his hand reached her ass.  He squeezed, making her giggle slightly.  Ominis slid his hand towards her middle, the tips of his fingers wrapped around her rear and pressing lightly on the gusset of her panties.  

“Is that a wet spot, my dear?”  His fingers stroked her softly through the cotton fabric.  Threnody felt Ominis stiffen below her as she shifted her body upwards.

“Ominis,” she said as she closed her legs further together.  “Not now, there are still people around.”

Ominis sighed in frustration.  He pulled his hand back some, now just resting on her thigh.  “Threnody, do you even want me to touch you?  You seem to only push me away.”  He lifted his hand to run it through his hair.  “I’m not angry, I just… I want to make you feel good.”

Threnody placed both her hands on Ominis’ face, pulling him closer and after making sure no one was watching, kissed him quickly on the lips.  “I do want you to touch me.  I swear.”  She presses her forehead against his, closing her eyes.  “I guess I’m just nervous - what if…what if you don’t like it, touching me, I mean.  What if I’m not good at any of that stuff?  I’m afraid that I may end up disappointing you - somehow.”

Ominis wrapped his arms around her waist.  “I wish I could look into your eyes right now, so you could see the sincerity in my soul.  Darling, you, your body, will never disappoint me.  I don’t know that I’m good at any of this touching stuff either, but I absolutely want to learn how to touch you.  I want to know every part of you.”

He heard her sigh.  “If I’m pushing too much, tell me - I can pull back.”

She shook her head “No, it's not just that though. What if things between us fall apart, it will be easier to be friends again if we haven’t slept together.”

Threnody immediately knew she had made a mistake in telling Ominis of her worry of things ending.  The smile on his face dropped.  The hands that were holding onto her waist began to pull away.  “You think about things falling apart?  Already?  Threnody, we’ve barely begun to be together and you're already thinking of how things may end?  I..what am I supposed to say to that?  To think?”

He shifted under her, forcing her to slide off of his lap.  He looked confused and as though his mind was suddenly far away.  Threnody began to panic as Ominis stood up and moved away from her.  

“No, wait, Ominis, I didn’t mean it like that”

He turned towards her, his face angry and sad.  “And how did you mean it, Ren?”

She grabbed his hands, looking down at them and watching her thumb run across his knuckle.  “I don’t think about things ending between us.  Being a part of your life is so important to me, and I need you in my life just as much.  It is difficult, as much as I want a deeper relationship with you, to actively leave behind a good and strong friendship.  Yes, that serves as an amazing basis for a romantic relationship.  It’s scary, to wonder if there is something about me, or something I may do that as friends would be fine, but as more could be a dealbreaker.  I don’t actively think about breaking up with you.”

“Renny…” he started pulling his hands away from hers.

“No, please Ominis, don’t be mad.  I’m sorry.”  She released one of his hands and he brought it to his face, running it over his eyes with frustration.

“Stop.  I think we both just need some rest.  Personally, I think you may question things because all of this has been happening in secret.  I know I feel that way sometimes, like the feelings I have for you, or more so the feelings I believe you have for me are not real because we both have to pretend we don’t have these feelings.”

Threnody wiped away a tear, and dropped his hand.  She stepped forward and hugged him tightly.  She was mumbling under her breath as she buried her face in his chest.  “I had already lost you once, I don’t want to go through that again.”

Ominis pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then laid his chin there.  He wrapped his arms around her, thinking about what she said, assuming she was referring to the summer of their 5th year.  

“I’m not going anywhere.”  He slid his hand up from her waist, gently massaging her neck as he whispered to her.  “Stay with me tonight.”

“But what about Sebas…”

“Enough about Sebastian!”  Ominis paused, kissing her head again to take away the harshness of his words.  “He will be asleep.  I just want to be close to you.  Nothing sexual.”  She scoffed with a chuckle.  “Hey, I can control myself.  Usually….”

She nodded her head against his chest, and he stepped away, leading her up to his room. 

Sebastian had a plan.  He had been trying to split Threnody and Ominis apart for a month now, and nothing he was doing was working.  They still hadn’t admitted to Sebastian that they were dating.  He wrote two letters, one for Threnody, one for Ominis, asking them both to meet him at the Undercroft at midnight.  

Sebastian knew that Threnody had a study session planned with Garreth, so he sat outside of the library, waiting.  Around 9pm, Garreth and Threnody left the library, splitting up to head to their respective dorms.  Sebastian swallowed, knowing this was his last chance to change his mind.  Shaking his head, he snuck up behind Threnody and quietly cast ‘Imperio.’

He kept himself under the disillusionment charm, following Threnody as he instructed her to go to the Undercroft.  When they arrived, he revealed himself and guided her over to one of the pillars near the back of the large room.  He had a little over two hours to complete the act.    There was no bed, no couch, nothing to make this fancy or romantic.  Sebastian was able to transfigure a couple of boxes into pillows, mostly to just keep their heads from the cement floor.  

“Take off your robe and lay down on the pillows.”

Threnody listened to his directions and proceeded with the task.  Sebastian came over and crawled on top of her.  His finger caressing her cheek as he knelt down over her hips. 

“I’m so sorry Ren, you wouldn’t understand, but I have to do this, and it has to be real.”   He began by undoing the buttons on her shirt, spreading it open against her body and kissing her clavicle.  

“Sit up, Threnody”

 He pulled the shirt off of her, and brought his fingers to her back, running one down her spine to her bra.  Leaning in, kissing her lips softly, and then licking down to her neck to suckle there while he popped apart the hooks of her bra.  Pulling the straps down and removing the bra, exposing her top to him. Sebastian licked his lips at seeing Threnody’s bare chest.  

“I’m going to try to make sure you enjoy it.”

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While he knew he would feel guilty about what he was about to do, he couldn’t help but find himself getting hard.  “You are beautiful,” he mumbled, bringing his hand to cup one breast, squeezing softly.  He ran a finger over the nipple and smiled up at her to see her reaction.  There wasn’t any.  

“I want you to moan when I touch you.”

Sebastian lowered his head back to her breasts, this time flicking his tongue over her nipple and biting gently.

“Ohh.” Threnody said.  Her sounds had no feelings behind them.  She was simply following directions but he had to convince himself that she was enjoying the act.  

“Fuck.”  Sebastian decided to move further, thinking that maybe if she really was turned on, at least her body would naturally react.  He climbed off her body, gathering the supplies he needed to make sure he wasn’t caught.  He tied her arms behind her back, making sure the knot was tight and she wouldn’t be able to escape the rope.  He grabbed the scarf he had stolen, one with all of the school colors so as to not indicate a house, and doused it with the cologne of some random 1st year Slytherin.  He wrapped the scarf securely around her head, making sure only her mouth was uncovered, allowing her to breathe.  She wouldn’t be able to see or smell him. He asked her to lift her hips, and when she complied he removed her skirt and panties.  The clothes as well as her wand were thrown across the room.  Her legs now bent and spread open, Sebastian wrapped each ankle with more rope, hooking the ends around the rope that wrapped around her hands, making Threnody unable to move or close her legs.

“Tell me you love me Threnody, that you want this.”

“I love you, I want this.”

He was going to throw himself into this, enjoying it as much as he could.  Sebastian slid his hands down her top, making his way to her waist while he kissed and licked at her stomach.  She was bare before him, laying there, perfectly still, except for blinking eyes.  He didn’t want to wait any longer.  Having her in front of him like this, willing or not, had him seeing stars.  

Bringing his head to the soft curls between her legs, he used his fingers to open her lower lips, needing to see the beauty that awaited him.  He was excited to see her slit become wet when he played with her.

“Stunning,” he said to himself.  “Ominis will never be able to appreciate how good you look right now.  How pretty your pussy is, just waiting to be touched.”

Threnody wasn’t soaked, but her body had formed some liquid as an uncontrolled response to Sebastian’s touching.  He moved his head closer, and allowed some of his saliva to drip down onto her slit.  Watching the drop of liquid slowly slide over her pink labia was torture for his tongue.  Sebastian leaned forward and pressed his tongue against her clit.  Her hips raised slightly at the moment, convincing Sebastian to continue.  He moved one hand to her hips, to keep them steady and unmoving as he worked at her small bundle of nerves.  Licking his tongue in slow drags over it, while his free hand began pushing a finger into her depths.  

“Gods, that's tight, I’m gonna have to stretch you out sweetheart.  Don’t want to hurt you.”

Sebastian wrapped his lips around her clit and began sucking, while working his finger inside of her.  He could feel her getting wetter.  Threnody would moan every so often, still following his demands, but some of her gasps for air were quick and clearly formed from arousal.  Pulling his finger out, he let his tongue trace down her slit and began lapping at the liquid that slowly pooled at the base of her entrance.  

“You taste so good Threnody, I knew you would.”

Sebastian continued to lavish her clit with his tongue, now sliding two fingers into her tight core.  He spread his fingers apart inside of her to stretch her, getting her ready for him to slide inside.  He was hard, and was enjoying licking her body, but it wasn’t enough.  In order for this plan to work, he had to remove the Imperious curse.  His goal now was to get her as wet and in the mood as possible before ‘waking her up.’  

Sebastian pressed his mouth against her, probing her mouth with his tongue.

“Threnody, I’m not going to be able to talk once I let you free, but I’ll take care of you….  I’m sorry I had to do this, but I had no options left.”

With those final words, Sebastian removed the remainder of his clothes.  He grabbed the pillows and placed them under her lower back, bringing her still wet pussy up in the air, giving him easier access.  Kneeling down, he put his tongue back inside the tight hole and started licking again.  When he slipped his fingers back inside of her, he lifted them upwards, finding the pleasure spot in her, and pressing against it.  With that movement, Threnody thrust her hips again, gasping, and Sebastian knew that she was ready to be fucked.  He whispered against her core, and suddenly, her mind was her own again.

He listened to her groan.  Sebastian kept moving his fingers, opening them like scissors to open her up for him.  Disoriented and confused, it took Threnody a moment to understand what was happening.  She tried to pull her body away, but the ties had her stuck on the floor, unable to even shift.  

“What’s going on?”  There were already tears falling down her cheeks.  She was trying to pull herself away.  Hearing no response, she called out again, “Ominis?  Sebastian?  Please?”  

Sebastian was determined to make sure she enjoyed this meeting.  Her voice was stuttering, “Stop, please, s..sst..stop, I don’t, please don’t.” She was begging, scared, thrashing, trying to get away but unable to move much at all.  Sebastian kept a hand on her waist, forcing her to remain in position.  Though she was protesting, her breath and pussy were telling him that she was, in fact, enjoying his ministrations.  Sebastian, preparing her body before freeing her mind had left Threnody in a state of terror, afraid of what she knew was coming, but already turned on and halfway to experiencing an orgasm.  She didn’t know why she felt that way, not remembering Sebastian playing with her body beforehand.  He felt her become slicker, Threnody’s voice wobbling in pleasured moans and gasps of fear as he manipulated her body.  Sebastian brought his lips to her clit again, wrapped them tightly around it and sucked, hard.  His fingers followed suit, slamming in and out of her, pressing against the top of her tunnel, fucking her quickly.  He was determined to have her cum all over his face.

“No, no…stop please stop,” Her breathing was getting heavier.  She was crying heavily, screaming in hopes that someone would hear her and stop him.  Every time she said please, Sebastian would pretend that Threnody was begging him to continue.  She was crying out for help, begging for it to end, but when Sebastian slid a third finger into her depths, he knew he was about to send her over the edge.  The pleasure in her body took over.  Threnody cried out, Sebastian could feel her orgasm splatter on his face.  She was pressing her mound to his mouth at that moment, crying through the pleasure.  Her breathing slowed, and the slight haze that had overridden her fear disappeared.  

“I don’t want this.”  She sobbed.  Her body was still coming down from the high, and with Sebastian having stopped his relentless tonguing, Threnody was able to untangle her mind some.  Sebastian said nothing.  He pulled himself up, and lay over her body.  Rubbing the tip of his cock through her folds until it glistened, he roughly shoved into her, bottoming out in one swift thrust.  Threnody yelled out as Sebastian forced himself inside of her.  His jaw dropped, breath hitched and he wanted to scream with how good it felt but he knew he had to keep quiet.  

“It hurts, please I can’t take anymore pain.”  Threnody’s voice was starting to falter, weakening.  She was giving up, becoming hopeless, and resolved herself to just cry until he was finished.  He sat up on his knees and held her legs, thrusting into her again and again.  Sebastian was not concerned with her pleasure at this point, he just wanted to finish, as the guilt he was feeling was beginning to overshadow the pleasure. He listened to her, now hiccuping through her tears from over exertion.  

Threnody began to whisper, no longer asking for help but praying that it would all end.  Listening to her whimper brought Sebastian to his edge.  He lay on her and pressed his lips to hers, then dragged them down her neck.  He latched his mouth onto the crease between her neck and shoulder.  He shifted his hands lower, angling her so he was able to slide even deeper inside.  His thrusting became erratic as he neared his end.  He bit down into his arm, keeping himself from yelling while his body tensed and began spilling inside of her.  Sebastian continued to thrust into her as he came, slowing his pace to prolong his orgasm.

He collapsed on top of her limp body.  Her head turned to the side, trying to create some distance between them.  Sebastian kissed her one last time before pulling himself out of her.  He watched the mix of their pleasure seep out of her, and he pushed it back in with his fingers.  As sick as it may be, he did enjoy seeing his cum on her, mixed slightly with the blood of her innocence.  

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As Sebastian dressed, Threnody cried out “Why did you….why?” Her voice was sore and weak from the screaming.  She wasn’t able to see him shake his head in response.  Picking his wand up, Sebastian stood over her, and once again cast the Imperio Curse.

Sebastian sat next to her when he saw her body slump onto the floor.  The act being completed, the guilt washed over him and a few tears dropped from his eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I am, but I….I didn’t have a choice, you don’t know what’s been going on, you wouldn't understand.”  He removed the ropes from her legs, but kept her arms tied behind her back.  He helped her to sit up, moving her to lean against a pillar.  “Fuck!” Sebastian yelled, pulling his hands through his hair.  The pain and regret of his actions coming to the forefront of his mind.  Pacing back and forth, he recited the rest of the plan in his head, trying to focus on the clean up.

Sebastian looked around, making sure he had nothing of himself left behind.  He took the pillows and turned them back into crates.  He wanted to make it difficult for her to get her bearings once she was awake.  He knew he was running out of time, so he quickly did one more check of the room before heading to the elevator.  Stepping into the small space, he let the doors begin to close, removing the curse at the last second.

Once in the DADA hallway, he put himself under disillusionment and moved quickly.  He ran up the stairs and to the other side of the hall, where he could still see the hallway leading to the Undercroft.  Sebastian sat on a close bench and kept his eyes on the hallway, waiting for Ominis to make his appearance.  When the clock rang indicating the late hour, Sebastian focused on the hallway.  While he wouldn’t be able to see Ominis, he was watching for the blinking red light of his wand.  Once he saw the red light moving towards the undercroft entrance, Sebastian started his countdown. 

Summary of trigger scene: Sebastian rapes Threnody in the undercroft. He begins when she is under the Imperio curse, but removes the curse during the scene. He apologizes to her while she is under the curse, telling her that she wouldn't understand his reasons.

[bellemorte180]

WIP Wednesday ~ 300 Miles of Good Road Sneak Peak

The English Gazette

October 3rd, 1813

My Dear Readers,

What is spontaneity? Is it really the devil sitting on your shoulder and whispering temptation in your ear? Or is it something else? The church and society would have you believe that wants and desires of any kind were horrid and blasphemous. I disagree. Spontaneity is a gift. It is the chance at happiness, reaching and taking it. 

Pushing down those desires and following the trend, always doing what you’re told leads to nothing but misery. It's a lifetime of dancing to the tune that others set but all of that can be changed simply by making a choice. Happiness isn’t found in money or status, its found in those you love and surround yourself with. 

Happiness is found in moments of spontaneity. 

My advice, dear readers, is that when you have a moment to take a leap of faith and into the unexpected, do it. Cast aside the judgements of the Ton and fall into whatever unexpected adventure awaits you. 

Sincerely, 

Lady Davina Claire 

It was late as Klaus hurried through his home, hoping to not wake Rebekah and Enzo. Part of him hoped that they were not at his townhouse at all, having retired to their own home but he was not surprised that they had come home from some event and dined without him. So, as Klaus packed his trunk, throwing all his belongings in half haphazardly, he tried to be as silent as he could. He winced each time the floorboard creaked or silently cursed when he dropped a book to the ground. 

His heart was hammering in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins at an hour that should have found him in his bed. He paused for a moment, peering around his bedchamber with realization that this was the last time he would be in it for some time and the next time he slept there, he wouldn’t be alone. The reality of it did not feel real, part of him was still shocked at the turn the night had taken. Noting the way his bedding was perfectly made, his maid had done it for him and wondered if Caroline would allow them to continue doing it. He imagined it would be an argument they would have.

Klaus could not wait. 

He couldn’t help but imagine her sleeping in his bed, her long blonde hair spread out among the pillows as her head rested against his chest. He couldn’t fathom the concept of them sleeping apart. She was so close now, that once he fully had her, he did not know if he could part from her, even for the night.  A thousand daydreams fluttered in his mind as he looked around the room, peering at the curtains to the paintings to the book he had resting by his morning chair. Even now, Caroline was etching herself into every fraction of his home.

Wonder what she will want to change? Or should we live somewhere else? The unknown didn’t bother him like it had merely hours prior. Months had passed without her, a bleak image of a life alone; growing old and wondering what could have been. There wouldn’t have been anyone else. Only Caroline. A world where Elijah had gotten his wish, Caroline banished from his life and society all together, was something worse than hell.

“Mother would have a fit if she saw the state of that trunk, she would have words with you.” Klaus whipped around, seeing Rebekah standing in his doorway, a silk robe wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair was down, hanging around her shoulders and in the candlelight, Klaus could see the sleep in her eyes. 

“Mother? I believe you’re confusing her with our governess. She taught us how to pack a trunk.” Klaus countered as Rebekah stepped into his room. She looked down at the trunk, bending down to pull one of his waist coasts that had been tossed in. The worry was evident on her face, making him feel guilty for his plan to slip away without a word to her or Enzo. He silently cursed himself, the struggle to be better was always far more difficult that he had realized. “It will wrinkle but I don’t mind. It's just a coat.” 

“Where are you going?”

“North.”

“You were going to go to Leeds without telling me?” There was a pitch to her tone that made Klaus wince. The weeks she had spent caring for him, ensuring that he did not fall further into the pit of depression had been living in for the majority of the season had been forgotten, as was the pain he knew he put her through. “Why? What happened? Is it Elijah-”

“No. Elijah has nothing to do with this and I said North, not Leeds. I’m not going home.” The confusion on Rebekah’s features was like an open book, it was easy to see every suspicion passing through her mind. “I saw Caroline tonight, after Stefan and Elena’s wedding.” There was a flicker of understanding but the conclusion was just out of reach. “She is coming with me. Tonight.”

“North? How far north?”

“Scotland.” Rebekah’s eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise. Words failed her but she could not look away from him. She reached for his hand and gave a squeeze before pulling him into a tight embrace. It lasted only a moment and when she pulled back, Klaus noted the smile that had overtaken her lips. “We want to leave quickly, without suspicion and get married before Elijah can get wind of anything. By the time he learns of it, it will be to late.”

“Let me wake Enzo. We’ll go with you.” Rebekah turned, moved to rush out of the room but Klaus gripped her wrist gently, spinning her back around to face him. He knew that she meant well, that it would be a privilege to have his sister there, watching him utter the vows he so desperately wanted to since the moment he laid eyes on Caroline. “Nik-”

“No. I need you and Enzo to stay here. If we all leave London at once, people will notice. No one will think twice that I left for Leeds and no one realized that Caroline had returned. I need you to remain, for a week or two at most.” He could see that Rebekah wanted to fight him, to tell him that she was coming with him whether he liked it or not; but he knew that he couldn’t risk it. “Please.”

“You’ll write to me immediately once it is done?”

“Absolutely. The second I take my vows I will pull out a quill and-” Rebekah pinched his side, causing him to laugh. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, playfully shaking her head. “Yes. I will write to you and let you know what our plans are. I don’t know that yet. Just that we are leaving tonight. Now actually.” 

“Where is Caroline?”

“Downstairs.”

“Downstairs?!”

“We already packed her things and it wouldn’ have been-” Rebekah did not let him finish before turning around and racing out of his bedchamber. His shoulders slumped and he shook his head, feeling even more pressed to finish packing. He gathered the last remaining pieces of clothing he could shove into the trunk and shut it. Gripping the handles, he began dragging the trunk down the hall, no longer caring if he woke anyone as he was sure Enzo would know of his departure soon enough. 

Once he reached the top of the stairs, Lucian who had been waiting patiently at the bottom sprung into action, raced up the stairs to take the trunk the rest of the way. At the doorway, he could see both Rebekah and Caroline deep in conversation, the former arms were crossed while Caroline simply nodded, wearing an enduring smile on her lips.

[sergeantxrogers]

| sanctified |

Summary: Bucky Barnes’ holy grail and safe haven are your body and soul, and after getting a taste of them, he finally knows what it means to be a sinner. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut!! (switch!Bucky, choking, light spanking, orgasm control, slight exhibitionism), some crying, confessions of love baby

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Bucky Barnes never had a serious girlfriend. Sure, there were girls he’d go out with, press a little smooch to their lips just out of principle, girls he’d walk home after a trip to the fair, girls that would follow him around Brooklyn watching his every move in the hopes that they would catch his eye and that he would give them more than just a polite smile. 

Bucky Barnes used to be a ladies’ man, girls batting their lashes at him when he and Steve passed by on their way to Bucky’s place for dinner, throwing themselves at his feet any chance they’d get because they wanted to be something special to him, they wanted to mean something to him, and Bucky always rejected anything serious with grace. 

And then he fell from the train. And he hadn’t seen a girl his age for almost 50 years after that. He had forgotten what it was like to be smiled at, to be searched for in a crowd, for someone to call out his name - his real name, not Soldat. 

He had gotten used to the harsh orders and cruel insults, the flirty, boyish Bucky that winked at the ladies and guided them during dances hidden and stashed away somewhere deep inside him, dormant and asleep. He was fine with being ignored after everything that happened with Steve, and the fall of HYDRA, and Shuri “fixing” his brain. Fine with staying in the shadows when he didn’t need to be out of them, fine with avoiding people and missing their eye, slipping through the streets of New York like a cat, his only goal to get from point A to point B.

Until he met you. 

You, the part-time waitress that worked at the restaurant he frequented with Mr. Nakajima. Bucky took a liking to you the second he saw you. The do no harm, take no shit attitude that every fiber of your being seemed to be dipped in intrigued him. He liked watching you work, multitasking between orders and receipts and drinks and money and all things in between. It was fascinating to him, especially the side-eyed glances you’d give him with an accompanying little smirk whenever he sat down at the counter with his older friend. Intriguing you were, so much so that he quickly learned what days you came in, and what days you didn’t: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. 

Yori kept pushing him to ask out the “pretty waitress” at the restaurant, and though she was pretty, she wasn’t the one he had his eye on. 

“You should go out with her, she’s a nice girl,” Yori’s soft voice would mutter into his ear, and Bucky would give him a smile and a shake of his head.

If only you knew, Yori. If only you knew, he thought. 

The flirting started simple enough: a sly smile as you greeted him when he walked in. An “accidental” brush of the hand when you’d hand him his third beer. Biting your lip whenever he called your name out to pay. It was simple enough that Bucky’s elderly friend stayed oblivious on the Wednesdays they’d go out for lunch together. 

And truly, Bucky had no reason to come to the restaurant three times a week, twice without the company of Mr. Nakajima. No reason but the sight of you, and it was enough to keep him drawn in, keep him coming and throwing his money on food he never ate and beers he downed without a second thought because he was so enamored by the way your eyes glimmered whenever you gave him a smile. 

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays went by and by until he started dropping his gaze below your neck, pants growing uncomfortably tight at the way you’d bend over to get a new roll of receipts under the counter, or the small sliver of stomach he would notice beneath your shirt whenever you’d reach up for a glass. 

And it wasn’t like you were oblivious either; on the contrary, you stared at the door on the days you knew he’d come in, waiting anxiously for him to come and sit down just so you could feel his presence. It wasn’t that long before you were asking your coworkers to cover you for a few minutes just so you could lean against the counter by him to chat (and give him a peak of something special, but that was besides the point). 

Chats soon turned into jokes and full-blown conversations, with Bucky staying behind long after closing time just to talk to you about anything and everything, from his past to the way you wore your hair on that particular day. 

Which is how you found yourself in your current little predicament. 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you hissed, slapping your hand against the counter beneath you. 

Bucky’s hand travelled up your back, entangling in your hair and pulling your head back, your back arching against him. 

“What happened, baby?” he cooed into your ear, thrusts relentless and never faltering. You whined in response, swallowing back a heavy breath as his lips trailed against your shoulder.

“So... so good,” you managed, and you felt him smirk against your skin. 

His hand left your hair, snaking around to the front to wrap around your neck loosely, and a chill ran down your spine. 

11:47 p.m. and an hour and a half past closing time, shades only half shut on the glass door of the entrance, the only light in the room coming from the streetlight outside and the digital clock on the wall behind you. 

Heavy lidded eyes traveled to watch the door, only a few feet away from where Bucky was pounding persistently into you, your skirt flipped up and panties around your ankles. The fact that anybody walking by would just have to look through the blinds to see you getting railed made you breathless.

Bucky’s low hum floated into your ears, hot breath fanning against your cheek as he rolled his hips to hit that spot that made you clench around him. 

“I’m- I’m gonna-”

Your stuttering made him slow his hips, and in return you whimpered.

“Gonna what? Gonna cum? Hm?”

You huffed at his condescending tone, and he slowed down even more, to the point where you could feel him dragging along your walls, hot and heavy. 

“What if I just-”

Bucky stopped moving his hips completely, and tears pricked at the back of your eyes as your chest heaved, his grip tightening only slightly around your throat.

“- don’t let you?” he finished, pulling out almost completely then, and you groaned in frustration. You felt the knot that had been forming in your stomach loosen, the tingling in your legs fading, and you furrowed your brows in a desperate plea for release.

“P-please,” you mewled. “Please, please, I need to, I have to-”

Bucky seemed to be satisfied with your begging, because he thrusted himself into you again, bottoming out with the slap of skin on skin and your quiet, breathy moans being the only sounds in the restaurant. Each thrust brought out a moan from your lips, a layer of sweat covering your skin. The first tear left your waterline and rolled down your cheek as he pressed down harder against you, the edge of the counter digging into your hip bones deliciously. 

“More,” you whispered, eyes clenched shut as your head went dizzy with pleasure. 

Bucky obliged, nipping at your neck as his hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat travelled downwards to lay a slap to your ass, and you hissed at the sting. Your orgasm washed over you quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs going weak. If it wasn’t for Bucky’s body holding you upright against the counter, you were certain you would’ve collapsed. Warmth took over your belly as Bucky groaned in your ear, cumming inside you, and he let go of your neck, allowing you to drop your head down in an attempt to catch your breath. 

After he had pulled out of you carefully, helping you pull your panties back up, you turned around, a lazy smile on your lips as you leaned back against the counter on your elbows. Bucky gave you a skeptical look, smirk crawling onto his face as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What is it?”

You shrugged, tugging at the hem of his shirt to straighten it out a bit. 

“Nothing,” you said mindlessly, smile only growing larger.

He chuckled in amusement, grabbing your hand in his. 

“What is it?”, he repeated, and you sighed dramatically.

“Well, I mean...,” you started, eyes travelling around behind him in false apprehension. “I hope you know this means you gotta take me out now, Barnes.”

Bucky stared at you for a moment, the grin on his face only brightening. 

“Alright, I promise I will.”

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And Bucky kept his promise. 

Five days after your initial hook-up, Bucky came buzzing at your apartment building entrance, bouquet of flowers in his hands, smile on his face. 

“Wow, Barnes, I didn’t know you were into romantic gestures,” you teased, taking the flowers from his hands. He shrugged, shoving them into his pockets as he walked alongside you. 

“I wasn’t. Not really, never used to be.”

He glanced at you as he finished his sentence, but you were too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blossoms to notice the smile playing on his lips. 

“Things change, I guess,” he muttered, and you grinned at him. 

“So, where are we going?”

“I told you already,” he said with a teasing shake of his head. 

“It’s a surprise.”

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Three official dates later and Bucky finally came up to your apartment. 

Albeit, a bit hesitant, because it was well past midnight and “I don’t wanna wake up your neighbors with my huge footsteps, doll.”

It took some convincing but he finally agreed to come up and sit with you a while. You said you would show him your favorite books, introduce him to some new literature he could catch up on. And you definitely planned on doing that, but things with Bucky have a funny way of playing out differently than you expect. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, doll-”

Humming in amusement, you smiled down at him, straddled around his thighs.

Your fingers gripping his hair, you held his head so his eyes were level with yours, and you saw the struggle in them as your other hand teased his cock through his boxers with gentle fingers. 

“What is it, baby?” you pouted, tugging harder on his hair, and he winced at the feeling. 

“Stop teasing,” he hissed through clenched teeth, and you feigned a disappointed frown. 

“Now that’s not very nice of you.”

Bucky shut his eyes quickly in a split second of frustration, and when he opened them again, you noticed his pupils were blown wide, staring into yours.

After a deep sigh, his demeanor changed, lids heavy and lips swollen from the bites and kisses you attacked them with previously. 

“Please...,” he said in a whisper. “Please don’t tease me.”

His words brought a smile to your face, and you pretended to think about it, tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Alright, pretty boy, since you asked so nicely.”

You punctuated your sentence with a roll of your hips against his, and a soft whimper left his lips when your bare pussy rolled over his dick. 

Your fingers found the hem of his boxers, and you pulled them down, teasingly slow, Bucky lifting his hips a bit to make it easier for you. He breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of release, and you felt your breath quicken at the sight of his cock, heavy and hard and begging to be touched. 

“Please.”

It came out quietly, desperately, as he stared into your eyes, and you almost smirked at the way he looked near tears. You hummed in adoration, leaning your head down somewhat to press a kiss to his lips. 

“So needy...,” you muttered into his mouth as you rolled your hips upwards, the tip of his cock gliding through your wet slit, and his hips bucked up involuntarily. 

He whined against your lips, nipping at the bottom one when you sank down onto his cock without warning. A sigh left your body when you felt him stretch you out, filling you out completely. You clenched around him, trying to adjust, and he groaned, forehead dropping against your chest. 

No matter how many times he’d been inside you, you always need time to adjust, and you would wait. Oh, you would wait hours if you needed to, because once you got a taste of him, that was it. You were ruined for other men. 

And Bucky could spend hours inside you, warm and wet and perfectly made for him, your body wrapped around his. All you had to do was ask him, and he would fall to his knees in worship. 

You sat on him, just like that, for... seconds? Minutes? An hour, maybe? Bucky couldn’t tell because it didn’t really matter to him. His mind was clouded with the feeling of you tight around his throbbing cock, and your lips on his neck and jaw, and your fingers in his hair. 

Bucky looked up at you, almost glowing with sex and gratification, and he swore to himself he would pray to you, pray for you, pray with you, every single day for the rest of his life. How he went a century without the absolution of your touch was entirely beyond him, but he knew he wouldn’t let you go now that he had you in his grasp. 

You started moving, slowly, teasingly, and Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. Sighs and pants left your lips at the feeling of being full, stuffed to the brim, and it took everything Bucky had in himself not to grab your hips and absolutely destroy you himself. 

“Oh, God,” you panted into his ear, rolling your hips, chasing your pleasure as Bucky’s chest heaved with labored breaths. 

It was pure torture, in the best way. His eyes watched the way your brows furrowed slightly in concentration, your lips slightly parted. Watched your hands search for purchase on his body, anywhere they could find, as you clenched tighter around him. 

If there was a place he had to choose to stay for the rest of eternity, it was here. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, almost subconsciously, and your movements faltered only slightly. 

Biting your lip, your eyes searched his face, and found only honesty. Bucky’s hands came up to rest on your thighs, fingers digging into them, the contrast of one warm hand and one cold hand sending shockwaves down your spine. 

“I love you more,” you whispered, pulling him in by his cheeks for a short kiss. 

Your pushes and pulls, ups and downs, gasps and moans grew quicker, more incessant, and Bucky could tell by the way your walls fluttered quickly around his cock that you were about to cum. 

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He laid there, next to you. 

He laid there a long time, fingers tracing shapeless patters along your arm as you slept, and his eyes studied your face.

No, Bucky Barnes never had a serious girlfriend. There were girls he’d go out with, girls he would smooch. Girls he would walk home and girls he would smile at. None of them ever gave him the feeling he was running after, always thinking it was right there but always just out of reach. The feeling you gave him, like he was underwater but could still breathe. Like he was on fire but cold as ice, like he never breathed properly before he met you and now, after getting a taste of you, he would never be able to breathe properly without you again. 

He laid there, body heavy and mind satisfied, and he understood. He understood why Adam ate the apple, why Orpheus turned around. He understood why Sparta started a war for Helen, and he understood why Romeo drank the poison. 

He would do it all, sin and be punished a million times over if it meant he would get a glimpse of you every day. 

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[loving-barnes]

AFTER THE BLIP - BUCKY BARNES

(A/N): I have been writing this thing while watching FATWS on repeat and wanted to put Y/N into the story (because we all do, right?). There might be a part 2 to this, maybe even three? I keep writing and adding more. 

Pairing: fatws!Bucky Barnes x enhanced!female!reader

Warning: angst, fluff, some smut at the end 

Words: 8600+

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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust: and he turned into one, vanishing in front of her eyes - but so did she. It all came rushing back to her; seeing his face disappearing like ash, body turning into nothing. But a few seconds later, the world around her stopped existing and she disappeared too. 

“Y/N” she heard him say her name somewhere from a distance. “Y/N, wake up,” he heard it again, this time feeling a cold object stroking her shoulder.

She opened her eyes, already filled with tears while holding a sob. It took her a minute to realize where she was and what was happening. A warm body was pressed on her back and fingers brushed her messy hair. The floor was hard and unpleasant, but she had already gotten used to it. A blanket was thrown over her legs.

“It was just a dream,” he whispered into her ear. This time, it was him who tried to bring her back to the real world from the nightmares. Sometimes they were about the blip; other nights it was the war against Thanos or the time when she was forced to be evil while being a puppet in the wrong hands. 

All she wanted was him, his love and heart. Nothing else mattered to her, not now after everything. 

“I know,” she whispered and turned around to face him. His face was inches away from her. The turned TV was illuminating their bodies.

Bucky looked as beaten as did she. He had circles under his eyes, a five o’clock shadow and his face was tired from the inner battles he was still facing. But it was still Bucky, the man she fell for hard.

“Have you slept at all?” she asked him after a minute of silence. “You look tired.”

“I always look tired,” he huffed and pulled her closer to him, putting his chin on top of her head.

She breathed in his scent and smiled. “You too need to rest too, Buck.”

“As if that was possible,” he mumbled. “But I feel relaxed when you are next to me.”

She smiled lovingly. Those words always warmed her heart. “We really need a bed, Buck. It’s been months. We deserve some comfort. Maybe, after we get one, our sleeping schedule would improve and we would not be two grumpy cats, scaring everyone around us.”

“Well, I am not a grumpy cat,” he replied.

“Have you seen yourself?” she chuckled.

“What was your nightmare about” he changed the topic quickly, not wanting to continue arguing with her about him being grumpy. She once showed him a picture of the cat to him and he got more annoyed, denying the resemblance. 

Y/N pushed from him a bit so she could see his face. “I will tell you when you talk to your therapist,” she said seriously. When he rolled his blue eyes, she smacked his vibranium shoulder. “Come on, Buck. She is trying to help you. It’s her job.”

“Really, you are bringing this up in the middle of the night?” he raised a brow and sat up.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and turned around, showing him her back. “I really need you to work with her.”

“Y/N, come on. We’ve talked about this,” and suddenly he was back lying down, being the big spoon and holding her close. “I cannot talk to her like I talk to you. I don’t trust her. It’s weird.”

“You don’t trust anyone but me, obviously. And it’s not weird. She will help you.”

“Can we talk about this in the morning?” he asked, trying to hide his frustration. “This is not a good midnight topic.”

Y/N simply nodded her head. “One more question though - did you finally tell her about us?”

The long silence without an answer was not what she wanted to hear. “Oh god,” she sighed. “Alright, I am closing the topic. Let’s try to sleep or rest  and discuss it in the morning.”

“I am sorry.”

“It’s fine, Buck.”

He huffed. He knew it wasn’t. “It’s just... “ he couldn’t form the words. “I want to keep you as my secret because I am scared that someone will try to hurt you because of my past. I need to protect you from the world we now live in. You are my everything.”

She turned around and smacked her lips to his. Her fingers combed his short hair. She caught him off guard, but a mere second later he wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Buck. I know it,” she stroked his cheek. “It’s this tiny thing that is on my mind.”

“Tell me,” he goaded her.

“I don’t mind being your secret. But I want you to at least tell your therapist that you have someone in your life, otherwise, she will think that you will die alone… being a grumpy cat.” And then she laughed at the very last words. “You are my sexy, handsome grumpy cat and I love you.”

Bucky pulled her again into his arms, shielding her from the world. With one last kiss he gave her on top of her head, they tried to fall asleep again.

Because they didn’t turn off the TV, they were awoken by the cheering sounds coming from it. The first one who woke up was Bucky, sitting up. It took him a minute to focus on the screen. When he read the title ‘Cap is back” his eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Y/N,” he found her thigh, gently tapping on it. “Wake up.”

His voice sounded urgent and she was quickly sitting up, ready to fight anyone around her. Both of her hands turned into fists, ready to attack. But when she focused on the screen, she loudly gasped. “The fuck is that?”

A tall man approached the cameras with a smile on his face. He was wearing a familiar suit, almost the same as Steve once had and what more - he carried the shield, Steve’s shield he once held and fought for what he thought was right. How could this man be the new Captain America? Sam gave the shield back to the government and now this happened. 

“Fucking Christ, Sam,” Bucky cursed loudly. “He gave up the shield and looked at what happened,” he pointed at the TV.

“Sam would never…”

“Well, he obviously did,” he hissed. “I’m going to Sam and beat the shit out of him for this stupid decision he made,” he stood up from the hard floor and stretched. What Y/N could see was his perfect naked ass.

“You wouldn’t hurt Sam. You have a soft spot for him in his heart” she mocked him a little. Her eyes were scanning his naked back. “Seriously, Bucky, don’t do anything stupid.”

“How could I?” he sighed sadly. “All the stupid went back to the ‘40s with Steve. But don’t worry, I’ll deal with it,” he huffed, anger slowly rising to the surface. “Just, please, stay here. I’ll be back soon, alright?” Bucky leaned to her, ready to kiss her lips goodbye. 

“No way, Barnes. I am going with you,” she put a hand over his lips and quickly got up on her feet, standing in front of him in her see-through nightdress. “You have been avoiding him for months. I can’t imagine the conversation between the two of you. The only thing I know is that it is not going to be a pleasant one and you will kill him.”

“Please,” he sighed, a bit defeated. The whole situation was killing him. “If this goes south, you can kick my ass and be part of the further conversation,” he made a deal and reached his flesh hand to her.

Y/N smacked his hand away. “I will kick your ass whenever I want, Bucky,” she frowned. “Alright. Go talk to Sam. However,” she quickly ran to her drawer and took out a round golden pin that was actually a device from Stark Industries. It had a GPS and was connected to her phone. “If something fuckes up, you will immediately call me and I will come to your location.”

Bucky took the pin and smiled at her. “I love you, you know that?” he raised a brow, making a face.

“Yeah yeah,” she playfully rolled her eyes. “Go, before I change my mind.”

…

A simple bed - that’s what she was looking for when Bucky left. Nothing expensive or too decorative. Ikea had a bed frame she really liked - a light wooden frame for an affordable price. She invested more money in mattresses. After all, they both deserved a comfortable place to sleep (and other things to do). She knew he would like what she bought for them. Everything was better than sleeping on a cold hard floor.

However, Bucky would totally deserve to sleep on the floor after he texted her that he flew to Munich with Sam. If she knew this upfront, she would most definitely come with them.

Everything was ready to be set in their tiny apartment when her phone vibrated. She took a deep breath and checked the screen. Bucky sent her the signal from the pin. “For fuck’s sake,” she mumbled under her nose. It gave her the coordinates of his locations. “What have you done?” she turned to the movers with a gentle smile. They were supposed to help her with the furniture but it had to be postponed. She paid for the bed and their services and sent them their way.

Once she left their apartment, she quickly hopped to their car that she got from Pepper a few months back. She turned on the radio and connected her phone to the car.

Barnes and Wilson were both heading to Baltimore. There was only one reason why they would go there, she thought. Has Bucky decided to tell him about Isaiah? Why would he?

A few hours later, she arrived at the street where Bucky’s location was. There he was standing, with Sam, in the middle of the street, bickering like children. She quickly parked the car and got out. They didn’t even notice her until she approached them like a lioness.

“What the fuck is happening?” she asked them loudly, hands up in the air in confusion.

Both men turned to her. “Y/N,” Sam said her name angrily. “Did you know about this?” he pointed at the house not far from them. The look she gave him made Sam scoff. “Of course you did.”

“Why are you two here? What happened?” she turned to Bucky and checked his beaten face. Her hand reached to his chin and she forcefully turned his head from side to side until he got away from the grasp. “I should have come with you, you idiots.”

“It was dangerous,” Bucky replied calmly. When he was near Y/N, her presence would calm him down a bit.

“The hell,” Sam sighed. “There are more supersoldiers running around like your boyfriend. We were overpowered.”

“What?” she was confused. “How come? How many?”

“They are called the Flag Smashers. It’s an anti-patriotism group and they have super soldier strength,” Bucky explained briefly.

Y/N pressed two fingers on the bridge of her nose and squinted. “Alright, now that I am here, can we go?” she pointed at the car. “And you better explain everything into the tiniest details or I am going to kick both your asses,” she was mad at them.

“He should have told me there are veteran super soldiers like him hiding around the world,” Sam pointed a finger at Bucky. “We should have known. Did Steve know about him?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I didn’t tell him.”

“So, you are telling me that there was a black super soldier decades ago and nobody knew about him?”

“It’s Hydra, Sam. What do you expect?” Y/N sighed.

A police car interrupted their conversation with their sirens. The car stopped in front of them and two policemen stepped out. “For fuck’s sake, what now?” Y/N hissed and the three of them stopped walking.

“Are you okay?” the first cop asked and looked at Bucky, eyes slowly travelling to Y/N.

“We are fine,” Bucky replied calmly.

“We are just talking,” Y/N added.

They started circling them like hyenas, checking them from head to toes. “Is this man bothering you?” the second cop asked Y/N and pointed a finger at Sam.

“No, of course not, he’s our friend,” she shook her head and frowned. “The only one bothering us right now is you, officer,” she spat.

Bucky nudged her to stop. They didn’t need any more trouble. “Don’t you know who that is?” he then pointed at Sam, trying to turn around the whole situation.

It took them a few seconds to realize they were standing in front of the Falcon. Y/N would swear the officer had blushed. “Oh, I am so sorry, Mr Wilson,” he apologized. “I didn’t recognize you without the wings.”

Another police car approached them from the back. “The fuck is this, a circus?” Y/N turned around to check the situation. Who had the guts to call the cops on them? The people started to gather around, looking at the superheroes that were bickering in the middle of the street. She turned to Bucky and leaned closer. “I should have come with you. Now, look at what happened.”

“Mr Barnes?” the cops came back to them. “There’s a warrant out for your arrest,” he informed him.

“What?” Y/N couldn’t control her reaction. “But the president pardoned him,” she shook her head in disbelief. Sam nodded in agreement.

The man shook his head. “No, not for that. You missed your court-mandated therapy.”

Sam noticed how Y/N was fuming. She was angry at them, mostly at Barnes who was being handcuffed again for a therapy that he missed. The woman turned to Sam and through gritted teeth said: “Why do you always end in trouble? Was this necessary?” When she turned back, Bucky was already sitting in the back of the car, looking directly at her through the window. His eyes were filled with sadness.

“Hey, he wanted to join me. He made his own decision,” Sam defended himself. “He’s a grown-up.” 

“Get in the car. We are going to grab some coffee,” she nudged him to the vehicle that was standing nearby. “I need a big cup of coffee to flush down her emotions.”

“What about Buck?” he questioned.

“That’s what he gets for stupid decisions and missing a therapy,” she unlocked the car and got in.

…

“How have you been?” Sam asked Y/N once they were seated in a coffee shop, near the police station where they took Bucky. “I cannot believe I’m going to say this but honestly, I am glad you two are going strong. At least someone is looking after him.”

“Well,” she sighed sadly. “Sometimes it’s tough. We both have issues that we are trying to work on. I mean, to be honest, I think Buck is doing amazing. However, he is really distant from people - doesn’t want to meet new people.” She took a quick sip of the hot coffee. “I mean, I get it. After everything that happened, I, too, don’t talk to a lot of people. I just want back the team and everyone we lost.”

“Who do you talk to?” he interrogated her.

“Well,” she sighed sadly, thinking back at the times when the whole team used to be together. She missed Natasha and Tony. Steve was like the big brother she never had. “I am trying to stay in contact with the old team.”

“Wow,” he smirked and leaned against the backrest of the booth. “I haven’t been with anyone this past six months - well, except Rhodes. Do you know any info about some of the people?”

Y/N quickly thought about the people she talked to. “Wanda is having a hard time after Vision dies,” she thought about the witch. “I don’t know much but she left the country to take a new breath and figure out life. She gave me a call before she left. Oh, and Bruce is usually with Queen Valkyrie in New Asgard. He teaches people and children.”

“Well, at least someone is trying to live a normal life,” Sam smiled.

“What about you, Sam? I think you are back in the U.S. Airforce,” she put a smile on her face. “You are the famous avenger working for the government,” she laughed. “How is that going?”

“Ah, you know, I like being in the field. We’ve just stopped LAF - they hijacked a plane and took our man as a hostage. I have visited my sister and my nephews, so they are doing great. Life is, pretty much, going good for me.”

“Anyone caught your eye in the love department?” she winked at him. 

“Well, nothing too serious now. I like how things are going with life.”

“I am glad to hear that,” Y/N gave him a big smile. “I am happy for you, Sam.”

His phone beeped. He quickly took it into his hands and unlocked the screen. “Holy shit,” he sounded surprised. “We should go to the station.”

“Why?”

“They are releasing your boyfriend.”

“How?” she questioned and quickly took some cash from her pocket, paying for the coffee. “Have you done something I don’t know about?”

He shook his head. “Next time, I am paying,” he pointed at the table.

“You better, Willson.”

They quickly left the shop and went to the station. Bucky was barely imprisoned for a few hours and they were already releasing him. Maybe it was his therapist that got him out? That was the highest possibility.

Both Sam and Y/N were told to take a seat and wait for Barnes to be released. They sat next to each other, quietly, both nervous and a bit impatient - especially Y/N. She was wiggling her right leg and playing with her thumbs. Her hair was falling over her shoulders, covering her face from the world.

A woman in her late forties approached them. “Sam, I’ve heard a lot about you. I am Dr Raynor, Bucky’s therapist,” she reached her arm towards him and they politely shook them.

“It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for getting him out,” he gently smiled at her.

“Oh, don’t thank me. I wasn’t the one who got him out,” and her eyes found Y/N sitting next to Sam. She was about to ask her a question when a man shouted the Dr’s name.

Y/N followed the voice, turning around and checking out to whom it belonged. When she noticed the uniform and the shield, she was quickly on her feet, clenching her fists and ready to attack that fucker. Jon Walker - how dare he carry that shield and call himself Captain America? Her blood was boiling in her veins.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You know him?” Sam asked annoyingly.

“I’ve heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in,” the blonde man approached them with a proud smile on his face while being smug.

Rather than listening to him talking, she turned around to see Bucky standing at the reception desk, looking directly at her. His eyes were filled with apologies - she could read him like a book. A gentle, loving smile tugged at her lips. All she wanted was to come to his arms and kiss him. Y/N was thrilled that he wouldn’t spend any minute longer in prison. The anger she carried slowly faded away.

When his eyes moved to the man that called himself Captain America, he rolled his eyes, making Y/N giggle. At least they had the same opinion about that man.

Once Walker walked away, the therapist came closer to Y/N and scanned her face. “I’m sorry and you are?”

She took a deep breath and quickly turned her head to Bucky to see his reaction. With a simple nod of his head, he gave her permission to properly introduce herself. She reached her hand towards the therapist and smiled politely. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, I’m Bucky’s girlfriend.”

“Oh,” a smile appeared on the woman’s face. “What a pleasant surprise. Nice to meet you,” and she turned on her heel towards Barnes. “James, condition of your release session, now,” and she moved forward.

Bucky was not impressed. He wasn’t in the mood to be interrogated by the therapist. His eyes were locked on the floor as he was leaning his metal hand against the desk.

“You too, Sam,” she added.

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll be out here with-”

“That wasn’t a request.”

Y/N blinked a few times, not believing her ears. Did both of them have to attend a therapy session? She crossed her arms over her breasts and tilted her head. Both men were annoyed. Unwillingly, they walked behind the doctor until Y/N got them out of sight.

She took a deep breath and shakily released it. Slowly, her ass found the hard plastic chair and she tried to patiently wait for the men to come back. A lot of scenarios were playing in her mind, some of them funny, of how the session had to look like with both of them trapped in a room with a therapist.

“Hi there,” a voice brought her back to reality and she snapped her head towards the man that appeared next to her. “I am John Walker, Captain America,” he stretched his hand to her. That smile brought unpleasant shivers down her spine. She just kept staring at him, fuming with anger at his presence. She didn’t try to hide it. “I believe you are Y/N,” he took a seat next to her without asking.

“Well, for Captain America, you do not know any manners,” she frowned at him.

“Feisty, I like that,” he tried to laugh, trying to ease the tension - unsuccessfully. “I’ve seen and heard a lot about you,” he started a small talk. “I am really impressed by your abilities and combat skills.”

“Thanks?”

“Listen, I came here to ask you to consider working with us to get the Flag Smashers. Bucky is a valuable asset as well as Wilson. And with you in my team, I know we can form a strong unit. Together, we can stop them once and for all...”

Why is he smiling at me so much, she thought, feeling uncomfortable by his presence. All the words he said, Y/N didn’t like. She was angrily tapping her fingers on her right knee while staring down at the floor. This man was annoying. How could people respect him?

“So what do you say? Care to join my team?” he asked boldly. 

“Honey, I am going to stop you right there,” she shushed him with her hand facing his face. “I am not interested, none of us is. So, I am going to give you some advice - don’t get near me and leave me the fuck alone, otherwise I am going to use my power and combat skills and take your ass out of the building, you hear me?”

Walker laughed, amused by her statement. “You know, if you tried to attack me, then it would mean that you tried to attack the government and…” he winked at her.

“I’m sorry, are you deaf? I told you to leave me alone, Walker. I am not scared of you or the government. I’ve faced worse things than you.”

He stood up, the smile never leaving his lips. “Oh, Y/N, you’ll see, in time, that working with me was the right choice.”

She took a deep breath and did everything in her power not to use her abilities on him. It was a public place after all - hell, it was a police station.

While he was walking out of the room, some officers came to him to take a picture with the new Captain America. It made her nauseous. Steve was never like this. He wasn’t fond of fame and never did any public appearances. This was just a circus, nothing else. It was unbelievable how people went crazy for the new Captain America - a symbol of hope and patriotism? What did they call him on the TV?  It didn’t matter. It was bullshit, nothing more.

Her whole body shook and she swiped off her shoulder the invisible particles from the man that was sitting next to her. He was repulsing. Oh, how she wanted to scream her lungs out.

Her mind got distracted again - this time, the sound of smashing doors and a fuming Sam coming to her. Y/N’s eyes widened and she jumped from the seat. “What happened?” she was worried.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Let’s get this shit going and be done as soon as possible.” He went to the nearest coffee machine, taking out some pennies to buy himself a drink.

A mere seconds later, her grumpy cat came following, dragging his legs slowly. He was biting his lower lip, thinking about something. When he approached her, he took a deep breath through his nose and looked into her eyes. “That went great.”

“And yet I don’t believe you,” she sighed. “What happened there?”

“Do you want the long story or short?” he was annoyed. When he noticed the death glare she gave him, Bucky started to talk. “We agreed to finish the mission. Afterwards, we will go separate ways.”

“James!”

“Look, what would you want me to say? That once this is done, we will live happily ever after with Sam behind our asses? I like the things they were - just the two of us.”

“Don’t you find it lonely?” she asked gently. “Think back to when you were in Wakanda. We were there, surrounded by people, even though we lived farther from the city. It was peaceful but you could socialize with children and locals.”

“That was then, this is now,” he said harshly. It made her take a step back, shaken by his reaction. “I’m sorry,” he lowered his head and his gloved hands found her shoulders. “Let’s focus on the mission and then, we will figure things out.”

“Alright,” she nodded in agreement and stepped closer to him, trying to hide in his arms for a brief moment. They were not fond of PDA, however, this time, they needed to feel the other person close. The last few days were hectic and long and it was only the beginning.

Sam stepped in, checking those two out. “Let’s go, lovebirds. We have some things to figure out and we need to find a place to lay low for the night.”

The three of them left the station, drained and in need of rest. They were heading to Y/N’s car that was parked near the coffee shop she visited with Sam.

“Guess who approached me while you had your therapy session,” said Y/N nonchalantly. Before they were able to reply, the sound of a siren from a police car got their attention. Walker and his sidekick were leaning against a police car, waving at them and smiling. “That piece of shit.”

Bucky glared at him. “What did he want?”

“Recruit us,” she said simply. “Fucker didn’t want to leave me alone.”

“If he touched you-”

“I would snap his fingers and chop off his balls, don’t worry,” Y/N stroked Bucky’s shoulder and smiled lovingly at him.

“Ouch,” Sam gasped.

“Gentlemen, lady,” he called them over, smiling like an angel - or the devil?

Tiredly, they stepped closer to both men, each taking their place in front of them. Y/N put her hands into the pockets of her jacket and stood between the boys. When Walker winked at her, Bucky gritted his teeth and purposely put her a bit behind his back. “Good to see you again,” his eyes locked with Y/N’s.

She patted Bucky’s shoulder gently and with another hand took a phone out of her pocket. “I’m going to find us a place to stay for the night,” she frowned at Walker and left them talking. She was not in the mood to be in that man’s presence.

Y/N went through her contacts, trying to find Happy’s number. He once told her to call him if she ever needed anything - now, it was the time. She saved his life a few times and he always wanted to repay her, even though it wasn’t necessary. She would do it for friends without even blinking.

After three beeps, Happy picked up the phone. “Hi, Y/N, long time no see. How are you?” he asked, happiness vibrating in his voice.

“I’m good,” she smiled from ear to ear. “What about you? How’s life? Are you with Morgan? How is she?”

“She’s growing up so fast,” he sighed pleasantly. “She’s like her dad - clever, genius, smart little girl. Love’s cheeseburgers more and more. Oh, she reminds me of Tony a lot. Overall, she’s doing great, as well as Pepper.”

“I should come to visit soon,” Y/N said sincerely. “Once we are done with this thing…”

“Trouble?” he asked curiously.

“As always. This dramatic life will never end, you know? Listen, do you happen to know whether there still is a safe house near Baltimore or someplace where we can stay the night? And by we I mean Wilson, Barnes and I.”

“Hold on, let me check,” Happy started to shuffle with something on the other side of the line.

Y/N turned on her feet, eyes locking on the group of men. Voices were raised and Sam had to stand up between Bucky and Walker, trying to calm both of them down. What the fuck was happening there? She had to roll her eyes and focus on the phone call. “Hey, I found a place where you can lay low. You said you are with those two?” 

“Yup,” she nodded.

“Owch, tough one. Are they behaving?”

“Have they ever when they were together?” she asked rhetorically. “I’m just glad they are trying to communicate together while solving this mission.”

“If anything, let me know, alright? I am here for you.”

“Thank you, Happy. I should really come to see you. Once we are finished, I’ll call you and we will plan something, including Morgan.”

“Sure. I’ll send you the coordinates in text. Bye Y/N.”

When she hung up the phone, she came back to the group of men as they finished talking. “Word of advice,” Walker said strictly, “stay out of my way.”

She tilted her head, not knowing the concept of their conversation. “Well, I’ll gladly will,” she remarked. “I’m glad you took my words to heart, Walker.” 

“Well, Y/N, soon you will realize the mistake you’ve made,” he snapped. 

“And fuck you too,” she smiled and grabbed Bucky’s metal forearm that was hidden under the black leather jacket. “What did he want?”

“The usual,” Sam replied, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jacket. It was already dark outside and the temperature lowered. The air was colder, fresher. “He still wants to work with us.”

“No, thank you,” she hissed. “Just because we once stood beside the real Captain America, doesn’t mean we’ll be staying by that imitation of a captain.”

Bucky smirked at her words. “Well, Walker doesn’t have any leads.”

Y/N made him stop and glanced at him. “Buck, no.”

Sam joined her. “I know where you are going with this, no.”

“Listen you two,” he turned his body to them, “ I know what you think about this situation but think about it, he knows all of Hydra’s secrets. Just think back and remember Siberia.”

Sam thought about it for a minute while Y/N kept disapprovingly shaking her head. “So you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” he asked.

Bucky’s answer was hesitant but he nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay, then” Sam accepted the idea. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

“The fuck?” Y/N’s voice was high-pitched. “Are you both out of your minds?” her hands were up in the air, making a street lamp malfunction. She couldn’t control her power for a brief second.

Some people walking around turned to the lamp, gasping in shock. She quickly calmed down. 

Bucky put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them. “Think about it, Y/N. He knows about them more than anyone. He can really help us.”

She gritted her teeth and turned her head to Sam. Her hand found the keys to the car and tossed them to him. “Could you give us a moment, Sam, and wait for us in the car?”

Without a question, he left them alone. He didn’t want to be part of their conversation. Some things had to be said in between them. He, too, wasn’t fond of the idea of working with Zemo. On the other hand, it was a simple conversation, nothing more - a trip, if you will.

Once Sam was far away, Y/N looked into Bucky’s eyes. He noticed immediately she was worried. “Y/N,” he barely whispered her name. “Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise.”

“How can you know?” she did her best not to sound angry. “I don’t trust that man at all. Think back to when he activated the Winter Soldier. How do you think that made me feel? Seeing you in that state, attacking everyone. I was worried. Steve was worried.” She lowered her head. “I was scared they would take you away from me and kill you. That thought alone…” she stopped talking and dryly gulped. “I worry, alright?”

“I know,” he nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. “Y/N, I really promise nothing is going to happen to any of us. I wouldn’t let anyone touch you or break your nail. And besides, the Winter Soldier is gone - they made sure of it back in Wakanda.”

“I just hope you know what you are doing, James. Nothing scares me more than rich psychopaths. You know I trust you with my whole heart. Just, please, be careful.”

He nodded confidently. Immediately, he took her hand and started to slowly walk the same way Sam did.  “We’ll go see Zemo, talk to him and get more information. Think about it as a little trip I never got to take you to.”

“Romantic – taking me to Berlin to visit a dangerous prisoner,” she mocked him. “Not to mention that Sam will be with us, therefore there won’t be time for any funny business,” she winked at him.

When they reached the main street, they both saw Sam sitting in the passenger’s seat, lip-singing. “What if we ditch him?”

“Barnes,” she bumped her hip against his. “Let’s take this seriously, please.”

“After seeing that?” he pointed at Sam, who was still lip-singing. “Not a chance.”

It made her giggle. She loved when he made her laugh. Bucky’s humour and sarcasm were up to her alley.

“Why does he have to sit next to you?” he just realized Sam’s position. “That’s my spot.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and opened the driver’s door. Instantly, Sam lowered the music and checked Y/N’s face. “You alright?” he asked her. He didn’t wait for an answer. When he heard Bucky’s growling and cursing under his nose, he laughed and knew immediately what was wrong. He took a seat directly behind Y/N. “Hey, cyborg. I took your place. Finally, my legs have some space.”

“Oh, children,” Y/N barely whispered and checked her phone for Happy’s message.

“Where are we going exactly?” Bucky changed the subject, taking a seat in the middle of the back seats.

Y/N turned off the radio and put the GPS on. Their destination was twenty-seven minutes of driving away. “I got us a place for the night.”

“Safehouse?” said Sam.

“Well, either a safe house or a nice hotel. We’ll see once we get there,” she started the car and drove them away, following the navigation.

“Who gave you information?” Bucky was curious.

“Happy,” he received a simple answer. “Yeah, I’ve been in touch with him and Pepper since the funeral. I want to know about their lives and want to know about little Morgan.”

“How is Pepper doing?” Sam asked.

“Well, it’s better but she is still grieving, as well as Happy is. Luckily, they have to take care of Morgan; therefore they don’t get to be sad around her. She needs their attention and help. Hell, she is like her father, Happy said to me. I promised once we are finished with this business, I will visit them.”

“Oh man, I should do that too,” Sam agreed to the idea. “I’ll come with you.”

“Sure,” she was more than happy to take him.

Bucky loved watching Y/N with Morgan back in the day when she visited Pepper after the funeral. Something about her with a child in her arms made his heart warm. Maybe, there was something inside of him telling him to have a family of his own. And Y/N would be a great mother. But was there time for that?

The rest of the drive was in silence. Sam was feeling relaxed and safe. His eyes were closing as he was slowly falling into a slumber. He tried to stay awake but failed. Y/N’s eyes were most of the time locked on the road. Occasionally, they would switch to the rearview mirror to check on Bucky. There were moments when their eyes would meet. If he was sitting next to her, his metal hand would be gently holding her thigh. He loved it when she was driving. In his eyes, it was hot – especially when she had to do dangerous manoeuvres to save their asses. 

I love you, she mouthed when their eyes met again. He smiled. 

They stopped in front of a modern building. It wasn’t a hotel but an apartment complex. “We are here,” she said to gain the men’s attention.

Sam snored and rubbed his eyes. “I haven’t been here before,” he stated.

“I remember this place,” she said and parked the car. “I was once here with Natasha while we were on the run. Even though Tony owned this place, we were able to spend a night or two here. I totally forgot about this place. Shit.”

They got out of the car. Y/N put the keys into the pocket of her jeans. Together, they stepped into the building that smelled like money and honey. They approached a desk where a doorman was standing. It was an older man, still working night shifts.

“Good evening,” Y/N opened her mouth first.

“Oh my god,” the man’s eyes widened, “Miss Y/L/N, is that you?”

Sam and Bucky were confused. Even Y/N had to take a minute to remember who he was. A ding rang in her ears. “Mr Lee?” she smiled. “I am so sorry, I didn’t even recognize you. How are you?”

“It’s fine, dear. It’s been five years since the blip. I got older but am still doing fine.”

“Well, you still look charming, Mr Lee,” she winked at him.

“I received a message from Mr Hogan,” and he reached for the keys to the apartment. “He called, saying you will be staying here. Here you go. Oh, by the way, how is Natasha?”

This question knocked the wind out of her lungs and her mouth hung wide open. Her lower lip trembled as she tried to think about the answer. “She’s doing great,” she decided to lie to the old man. She dryly gulped.

“I’m glad to hear that. Tell her I said hi. Have a nice evening, Miss Y/L/N.”

“You too,” she gave him one last smile and turned to the elevators, Bucky and Sam following her quietly.

Once they were alone in the elevator, Sam turned to her. “Seriously, lying about Natasha?”

“Wilson,” Bucky warned him.

“I’m sorry, I panicked,” she sighed, tears filling her eyes. “It would only make his shift worse. He’s over seventy years old and still working. I can’t break his heart. He’s a good man.”

That was the end of the topic. They kept their mouths shut until they entered the apartment.

It was a huge space consisting of a living room connected with the kitchen and dining room and two separate bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms. It was a modern style, just the way Tony liked. 

“Well shit,” Bucky was amazed. “The kitchen is bigger than our place.”

“Thank me later, boys,” Y/N took off her jacket and threw it on the sofa, heading straight to the left bedroom.

“That means mine is the right one,” Sam pointed at the other side of the room. “Well, I am heading to shower. Please, keep it quiet tonight. I don’t want to hear you,” Sam warned him about being loud during sex and headed to the bathroom without any other word.

Bucky stood there alone, still in awe of the place. He knew they usually stayed in crappy motels, but Y/N never told him about this place. After the long day, he took off the leather gloves and threw them on the kitchen counter he was passing by. His legs lead him to the bedroom he was about to share with his girlfriend.

When he entered the room, he saw her standing next to a giant wardrobe in her jeans and a black bra. Her head was lowered and it seemed she was looking at something she was holding in her hands. An almost inaudible sob escaped her lips.

“Y/N?” he said her name softly, lazily approaching her.

She sniffled and coughed to clear her throat. “Yeah?” she tried to sound normal but her voice gave her away.

When Bucky was closer, he noticed she was holding a sweatshirt in her hands. It was black, with a zip. It could mean only one thing. “It’s Natasha’s, isn’t it?” he bit his lower lip.

“Yeah,” she sobbed again and quickly wiped away the tears. “I forgot it was still here, as well as other clothes,” she pointed at the wardrobe. “Fucking hell,” she cursed.

He took the jumper out of her hands and threw it on the bed. Before she could burst into tears, he already held her tightly, kissing the top of her head. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “Just, take it all out. I know you miss her. We all do.”

“I didn’t even say goodbye,” she cried. “Oh my god, Buck. I fucking miss her. She was the one who found me and took me under her wings. She was the one who was like a sister to me. A-and thinking back, thanks to her, we are now together.”

It made him smile. “And I am forever grateful for that.”

A knock on the door interrupted them. Y/N wiped the tears dry with the back of her hand as Sam entered. She turned her back to him. “Oh, you could have sent me to hell,” he pointed at the two of them and his eyes looked away from Y/N.

“What do you want, Sam?” Bucky asked annoyingly.

“Do you have any spare clothes here? I haven’t found anything in my room.”

Y/N showed him the door of the wardrobe. “There are some clothes, I believe. Some of them belonged to Steve and Tony. Take anything you need.”

He kept standing on the same spot, hesitating. The thought of wearing Steve’s clothes made him uncomfortable. “Come on, Sam,” said Bucky. “Take whatever you need. It’s just clothes.”

With a nod, he swiftly opened the door and took the first thing his eyes noticed – a grey shirt, sweatpants and socks. A little later, he left them alone in the room, giving them more privacy.

“Uh,” Y/N cleared her throat and took Natasha’s clothes into her hands, sniffing them. They still smelled like her. “Could you please make me some tea while I take a shower? You might also find some booze in the cabinets. If you drink, I’ll drink too.”

“Sure,” he gave her a loving smile and lightly kissed her lips.

When he left the room, Y/N undressed and walked into the bathroom, heading straight to the shower. Her body longed for a steamy shower, that would flush all her emotions away – or at least grief.

The water felt good on her body. Thinking back at the day, a lot happened. She had to get to Baltimore to save Sam and Bucky’s asses; Bucky got arrested for missing his therapy and what was worse than that, was meeting Walker. Her hand twitched as her mind got clouded with darkness. Sometimes, she wasn’t able to control herself. Her power was a bit out of control since the blip. It just wanted to come out. She knew why this was happening now. All of the emotions were slowly boiling up, threatening to overflow.

It was the same movement of the scenes, followed by rapidly-changing emotions. Losing against Thanos; disappearing as dust; appearing back in Wakanda and being reunited with Bucky; followed by another battle with Thanos and his army. Winning again but seeing Tony die. Learning that Natasha died too before the final battle. Steve decided to stay with the love of his life and die old. 

Y/N slowly got to the moments, where she was impatiently and worriedly waiting for Bucky’s trial. When she learned he was pardoned, a massive rock fell from her heart. Maybe this was their time to start a normal life. Unfortunately, that was not how things worked for them. Now, they were on a mission to stop the Flag Smashers, all the while the government-appointed this random, unworthy man to become the new Captain America.

She gasped loudly for breath at the exact same time the door to the bathroom crashed open. Bucky was standing in between them, looking at her naked body in the shower. “Are you alright?” he questioned, scared.

She nodded, breathing out and taking her body away from the water. “Have I destroyed something?”

Bucky closed the door and leaned against the washbasin, crossing arms over his chest. “No,” he shook his head. “You made the glass tremble, that was all.”

“Did Sam notice?”

“Yes. What is going through your mind?”

“A lot of things,” she stopped the water and turned her naked body towards him. She finally wasn’t ashamed of her body and her nudity. In a way, she loved when he was looking at her, ravishing her with his eyes. Her hand reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He reached for Y/N’s hand when she was stepping out of the shower. “Do you want to talk?”

“I’m alright,” she gave him a warm smile. “Just let it slip a little.”

“Your tea is ready, as well as the booze.”

“Thank you, I love you,” she kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you in bed?”

. . .

Bucky was able to fall asleep, but not her. She was silently watching his relaxed body while he was swimming in a land of dreams. It was good he finally found his peace and rested. His mind needed it. Would it be selfish to wake him up in the middle of the night because she couldn’t sleep?

Sometimes she wished she had powers like Wanda. Maybe, she would be able to look into his head and see what he was dreaming about. It didn’t have to be about her, maybe something more peaceful. What if… she wasn’t good for him? What if she was the reason that was holding him back from normal life? Where did these thoughts come from?

“Can’t sleep?” Bucky breathed out and moved next to her.

She was caught off-guard. “I didn’t want to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

His hands slipped around her waist and pulled her down to him, covering her in the pile of duvets and pillows. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took in her scent. “Thoughts are running in your head. I can practically hear them,” he whispered, voice all raspy.

It all started now when he left to see Sam. All the events made her question everything. The truth was, she wasn’t feeling like herself since the blip – fucking blip.

Her lips parted but nothing came out. How can you love me? How can I be this selfish and not let you live a normal life? Why do you have to see Zemo? All these questions popped into her head. The last one was the one that worried her the most. What if the idea of seeing him made her doubt everything?

When she didn’t reply to him, Bucky pushed his body up, hovering above her. “Y/N, I know when your mind is filled with emotions and thoughts. I need you to tell me what is going on and we will figure it out, alright? You are here for me, I am here for you.”

“I question…no. I fear… I doubt,” she tried to tell it all at the same time. She went from strong and courageous to fearful and anxious. It happened within minutes.

“Elaborate,” he goaded.

“I question my influence on you – whether I am not selfish, not giving you the option to choose a life better without me,” her voice trembled. “I doubt my decisions and the power that I have. I fear Zemo.”

Bucky’s lips found hers in the dark, kissing her deeply. His tongue caressed hers when the kiss deepened. “Don’t ever question our love and us,” he mumbled while he explored her mouth more. “I love you, Y/N, I want to be with you and I want you in my life.”

His leg slipped between hers when Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck. Her breath quickened and she trembled with lust underneath him. Their lips connected in a passionate kiss. It’s been a while since they enjoyed each other’s closeness and had sex. During moments like this, they would keep it soft and slow.

Bucky was the one who took the lead and took off their clothes. First her top, then he took off his bottoms. Once she was fully naked underneath him, she moaned. Her legs wrapped around his waist when he entered her. She tried to be silent. Sam was still in the apartment… but it felt so good having Bucky buried deep inside her. Only he could make her body sing with pleasure.

“Bucky,” her voice was low and raspy. Each time he hit the sweet spot inside her, she had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning loudly. Even though it was slow, it was amazing, as always.

He was kissing her breasts and chest, enjoying the scent and softness of her body. His dog tags were moving between her breasts, the cold material making her shiver.

“I’m close,” he growled as his pace became faster and rougher. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you.”

She called out his name as a mantra the moment she reached her peak. Her walls were squeezing him tightly, making him spill his load inside of her. 

As they were breathing heavily, Bucky started to laugh a little. He was still hovering above her, scanning her post-coital face while his cock was slowly softening inside of her. ‘’I think Sam heard us.”

“Oh god,” she pushed him off her and quickly buried her face into a pillow. “He will never let this go.”

Bucky pulled her body closer to his, being the big spoon. “Well, we had a great time. He, on the other hand, is under the dry spell.” 

Y/N started to laugh. “I love you, you know that?” she said a second later when she grabbed his metal arm and put it on her belly.

“I know,” he was smiling. “I love you too.”

[just-jordie-things]

Insecurities - Richie Tozier

word count: 4319 warnings: swearing summary: Richie’s greatest fear is not being good enough for her- and It knows to use that against him ___

Richie Tozier loved his girlfriend.  He idolized her, he prioritized her, and every day that he was with her felt like a miracle.  She was his favorite person, the light of his life, and he was so goddamn in love with her that it consumed his entire being.

Thing was, (y/n) was out of his league, and his friends and peers reminded him of it, every, fucking, day.  Either with a joke about how he landed a girl like that, or a comment about how she’ll find someone better too.  His friends weren’t purposefully being assholes, and they never knew how deep their words could cut into Richie.  But he’d never told them how insecure he really was.

(y/n) never thought anything of it.  She loved Richie and that’s all that mattered.  He made her happier than she ever could have imagined herself being in this town.  In this dreary place she lived, he managed to be a ray of spontaneity and sun that she was grateful for every day.  She longed to tell him how much she loved him, she’d never gathered the courage to say it before, but always felt the words burning in her throat. She knew her friends were teasing, and never second guessed them or Richie’s feelings about it.  

That is, until Neibolt. ___

“This, is a bad fucking idea” Richie had muttered into her ear when they’d walked onto the property.

She wasn’t sure if it was out of annoyance for wasting a day that they could have spent at the arcade, or out of his own fear for trekking into the obviously haunted house.

If it was fear, she knew he wouldn’t say anything about it.  So instead, she grabbed his hand and gave him a smile.

“But it’ll make for a great story!” She’d declared.

(She has a tendency to reprimand him on his idiotic ideas, and he always argued that he would have a good story to tell later.  So when she repeated his words back to him, he glared a bit)

(y/n) winked, before giggling because Richie always made a funny face when she winked at him.  After dating her for a year or so, he has never gotten used to the sight of her winking at him.

But then again, a part of him was still in disbelief that she was his girlfriend and she was winking at him.

He tugged her closer to his side by her hand as they walked into the house.

“Oh, gross” Eddie winced, and continued to complain the further they walked into the hall.

The clubs’ steps gradually slowed.

“What the fuck?” Richie hissed, eyes narrowing while he looked around.  “This is a fucking crackhouse-“

He stopped abruptly when there was a loud creaking, and the whole group froze in place.  They went silent, ears on alert for the next haunting sound.

Richie’s hand tightened around (y/n’s), making sure that she was secure at his side.  She looked up at him, brows furrowed a bit, clearly conflicted about Bill’s plan.

Another creak sounded, and her eyes shot towards the sound, just in time to see a door slowly swinging open.  To their surprise, no one, or nothing, appeared in the doorway.  It only revealed an empty room.

When Mike took a few tentative steps towards it, (y/n’s) feet also began to move, as if on instinct, her brain told her not to let her friend investigate alone.

“(y/n)” Richie called for her in a hushed voice as she pulled her hand out of his hold.

She glanced back at him as if to say ‘I’m alright’, and then moved swiftly on the tips of her toes up to Mike.  They shared a look, before nodding their heads, and walking into the room.

As she examined the old run-down bedroom, she felt her heartbeat steady, as did her breathing.  The floorboards were worn and creaky, and the walls had indescribable stains on them, but there was nothing more to it.

“It’s just old” Mike said, a similar expression of relief on his face.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” (y/n) looked back out to their friends to assure them that they were safe.  “It was nothing-“

Before the word could even leave her mouth, the door creaked again, and slammed shut before anyone could move.

“(y/n)!” Richie was the first to leap to action, but by the time he’d gotten to the door, it was already locked.  And no matter how much he yanked and pulled on the rusty knob, it would not budge.

She was pounding her fists against the other side of it, and from the sounds of it, he was pretty sure Mike was trying to kick the door down from the other side.

“(y/n)! (y/n) it’s gonna be fine! I’m gonna get you out!” RIchie hollered, enlisting in the help of Bill and Beverly in trying to kick open the door.

But even as everyone was kicking, it was no use.  The door would rattle in it’s frame, and not crack even a little bit.

“It’s It!” Beverly declared, trying to get the boys to halt in their frantic kicking before they hurt themselves.  “Guys- Richie- we won’t be able to break it open, it’s like- cursed, or something”

He didn’t want to give up that fast, he wanted to keep kicking this door until his shoes were worn through and his feet were bruised, until (y/n) was free.

“It’s alright!” (y/n) called from the room.  “Mike found a part of the wall that’s caved in, we’re gonna try to break through it to the other side of the hall, okay?”

“W-we’ll meet you o-over there” Bill said, already heading around the corner of the hallway with Stan.  Even though it was clear she’d only been informing one person.

“Richie,” She spoke again.  “Go on, I’ll be fine, Mike’s here with me, I’ll see you in a couple minutes, okay?”

She was trying so hard to keep her voice brave, but he could hear it begin to crack, even through the door.

“I’m not fucking leaving you-”

“Richie, go, I don’t want you standing alone out there,” (y/n) ordered.  “I gotta go help Mike with the wall, see you in a minute”

He could barely hear her footsteps take off, and then leaned forward to press his ear against the wood, hoping to hear them breaking through with ease.  But now he couldn’t hear a thing.

Richie spun around, about to alert Eddie and Ben how oddly enough he couldn’t hear their friends tearing through a wall.

But Eddie and Ben weren’t there.

“Guys?” Richie hollered, breaking into a jog in hopes to catch them around the corner, where Mike and (y/n) were supposed to meet everyone.

But no one was there either.

“Hello!? Guys!? Where’d you go!?”

He began to yell a bit louder now, rushing around anywhere he could in search of his friends, but he hadn’t found, or even heard anyone.  How had they abandoned him so fast? Didn’t they notice?

“Richie?” A scratchy but familiar voice called from behind him.

He turned on his heel and was instantly relieved at the sight of (y/n).

“Oh, thank fucking god” He breathed out heavily, taking swift steps towards her.

She, however, took a sharp step backwards.

“Don’t come any closer” She snapped, and Richie froze on the spot.

“W-what-?”

“Stay the fuck back!” She screeched now, so loud that the harsh words echoed down the halls.  They seemed to ring in Richie’s ears for a lifetime.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.  But he did as she asked, and didn’t move any closer to her.  “Did something happen-?”

“Jesus Richie fuck off!” She snarled now, and if that wasn’t shocking enough, she stormed up to him, and shoved him against his chest with both hands, mustering all the force she could.

Richie stumbled until he tripped over his feet and fell to the ground.  He couldn’t believe she was strong enough to push him to the ground like that.  (y/n) wasn’t frail by any means, but she shouldn’t have been able to knock him down with such ease.

“Blabber and hover- blabber and hover with you!” She was yelling down at him now, and Richie pushed himself up on shaky arms.

This was incredibly unlike her-

“You can never just leave me the hell alone! Can you!?” She went on, voice booming unnaturally with each bark.  “Always on my ass, always crowding me!”

If he wasn’t so afraid, he would have noticed how with every word, her teeth turned more ragged, and sharper.

“Do you think I enjoy it? Being stuck with you? It’s a goddamn burden! I can’t stand to be around you- I fucking hate you Richie Tozier!”

“Y-you’re not- this isn’t-” He could barely speak his throat was burning so bad from holding back tears.

This couldn’t be (y/n)... (y/n) would never…

“What, I’m not real?” The word came out in a vicious snarl, and suddenly she warped into another figure.

He wasn’t sure if this one was worse.

“You piece of shit!” Henry Bowers barked.  “Haven’t I told you to stay the fuck out of this town!?”

Richie lunged himself backwards, trying to crawl away from this horrible nightmare as fast as possible.  But the more he tried to scurry away, the worse the image in front of him became.

“You’re a freak!” (y/n) screamed in his face again.  “You’re a loser, Richie.  You think anyone would want to be with you?”

He couldn’t breathe- the tears- the panic- it all welled up inside of him and he knew he was going to explode soon.

“This isn’t real, you’re not real, you’re not her”

“Aren’t I though?” Her voice dropped to a haunting whisper, and she leaned in close to him.  “Aren’t I!?” She screamed.

Richie closed his eyes, shaking his head rapidly and hoping that when he opened them again, she’d be gone, and he’d wake up in his bedroom.  This was just one terrible fucking nightmare, it’ll be over soon-

“The real (y/n) doesn’t have the guts to fucking tell you” She snarled, reminding him of his reality.

“Stop it!” Richie yelled, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

“She’s never been able to speak up and say-”

“Go away!” He begged, voice cracking in desperation.

“She knows she’s too good for you, and let’s face it fuckface, I am too good for you”

He didn’t have it in him to beg It to leave him alone, as he broke down sobbing into his hands, enduring the cuel wrath.

“She hates you, for dragging her down, for hanging off of her like a dog,” Her tone slowly warped into something more squeaky, and masculine, until she wasn’t exactly the image of (y/n) anymore.  “Ohhh… she haaates you Richie”

When he dared to look, he was met with the gruesome sight of a circus clown.  A rather large circus clown.

“But you can stay, Richie, you can float with us!”

“No- no…. no no no!”

He covered his face again as he pleaded and wept uncontrollably.  He wished that It would just get it over with, because he couldn’t take this torture anymore.

“Richie!” A voice screamed.  Not the scream that he’d heard just moments ago, but a worried shriek.

Even still, he kept his hands planted safely over his eyes.  It couldn’t get in his face if he couldn’t see the form it had taken.

“Richie- Richie,” The voice panted again, this time soft, and close to his ear.  “Hey, it’s me” She murmured.

Gentle hands grasped onto his wrists, and pulled on his arms until he revealed his face.

He was met with the concerned eyes of his girlfriend, her brow so furrowed there were lines on her forehead, and a pout on her lips that he’d never seen there before.

“Babe,” She whispered so soft he was certain that he’d imagined that too.  “What happened?”

He flinched when she reached for him, and the action shattered her heart to pieces, but she tried her best not to show it.  Tentatively, she reached her hand out to place against his cheek, pulling her sleeve over her palm to wipe away the flow of tears.

“You’re- are you-”

“I’m real,” She nodded, beginning to realize what had happened.  “It’s me, promise”

His eyes wandered her features unsurely, and she sighed.

“Do you want me to prove it?” She murmured, and began to speak before he could even nod his head.  “On our first date, you called me sweet cheeks, and then got so embarrassed about it that you tripped and dropped your ice cream” There was a weak smile on her lips at the memory, hoping that it would be enough to calm Richie down.

He let out a shaky whimper, before surging forward and wrapping his arms around her torso.  He held her so tightly that she had to control her breaths, but it was alright because he believed her and things were going to be okay.

“It’s alright,” She cooed into his ear as he cried into the crook of her neck.  “I know, it’s awful”

One of his hands cradled the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.  The other was fisting the material of her jacket.  He couldn’t speak, he was crying so hard, ut it was enough to know that she was here right now.

(y/n) rubbed his back in soothing circles as she held him for a few moments longer, until she knew it was time to go, and pulled away.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” She whispered, wiping his opposite cheek tenderly.  “Eddie broke his arm” She told him as she helped him to his feet, and intertwined their fingers as they raced out of Neibolt.

The others, besides Eddie, were standing in the front yard.

Eddie was being shoved into his mother’s car, while Mrs K was scolding their friends.

“I knew my boy shouldn’t be playing with the likes of you all,” She rambled, snarling at Beverly in particular.  “This is all your fault.  All your fault! I hope your proud of yourselves for maiming my boy!”

She stormed off to her car, and Eddie could barely wave out the window before she’d driven off.

“I know where It is,” Bill spoke after a beat passed.  “And n-next time we’ll come p-prepared”

Richie’s eyes widened before glaring at the boy, finding it ridiculous that he thought it was a good idea to not only come back, but to come back and retaliate.

“No next time, Bill!” Stan begged, shaking his head.

“We have to,” Beverly said.  “Ben, you said so yourself, It comes back every twenty-seven years-”

“Fine! I’ll be forty and far away from here!” He answered.

With his words, a layer of tension settled over the group.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t save Georgie,” Richie grumbled, pulling away from (y/n) to head to his bike.  “But you can still save yourself” He finished, brushing past Bill’s shoulder.

“N-no,” Bill stammered, pushing Richie back by the shoulder.  “T-take it back!”

“Face the truth, Bill! You’re chasing a lie-!”

He couldn’t even finish before Bill pushed harder, and swing a fist against Richie’s cheek.

“Bill!” (y/n) screeched, leaping forward to break them up before something could happen.

She grabbed Richie by the elbow before he could land a punch, and yanked him back while Mike grabbed a secure hold on Bill.

“Face it! We’re losers! That’s it!” Richie snarled.

He shrugged (y/n’s) hold off of him, and her eyes shot to his, broken, and hurt.

“I’m going home.  I don’t want to get fucking killed too” He muttered, and when he stormed off to his bike, Bill didn’t stop him this time.

“R-Richie?” (y/n) called brokenly, stumbling forward on wobbly legs, but it didn’t matter, he was already zooming down the street as fast as he could.

Before she could crumpe to the ground, Beverly grabbed a hold of her, hugging her against her side comfortingly.

It was silent as everyone dispersed, barely giving each other a second glance as they rode off.

Beverly hugged (y/n) tight before she got on the back of Bill’s bike.  Murmuring a soft, ‘see you later’ that (y/n) wasn’t quite convinced of.

She didn’t have the energy in her to bike home, but the only other option was to sit outside Neibolt, alone, and the sun was beginning to set, so she gathered what little strength she had left in her to slowly make her way home. ___

When she came home past dinner, covered in muck and bruises, her parents barely batted an eye.  Even as she let out a soft cry with every step up the stairs, it was like they tuned her out completely.

It had thrown her around like a ragdoll after she tried to defend Eddie.  As brave as she’d tried to be, she’d been terrified, shaking straight down to the bone as she forced herself to stand in front of him.

The demonic clown had simply swing an arm, and sent her tumbling across the ground.

It took a long shower to get all the dirt scraped off her skin.  But even as it was washed down the drain, the memories of this afternoon would haunt her for life.

Maybe Bill was right.  Maybe It needed to be stopped now, before he could just keep coming back and traumatizing a new generation of children every thirty or so years.  But even if she really wanted to kill the creature, she wouldn’t even know where to begin.  And her brain was already swarmed with a worse thought,

Was Richie done with me?

She sniffled a bit at the idea, but wiped her eyes before they could be filled with tears.

No, he was just angry, and scared, he would never… he wouldn’t just leave like that… would he?

A few knocks on her window made her jolt up in bed, nerves spreading throughout her body like electricity.  She instantly thought that It had found her, and was back to finish what he’d started.

But as she rushed to turn on the lamp sitting on her bedside table, her muscles relaxed to see it was only Richie, waiting rather impatiently for her to unlock her window.

She threw the covers off of her, and moved as quickly as she could to let him in.

As soon as she pushed the window upwards, he was crawling in, oddly silent.

“Hey,” She murmured, not wanting to alert her parents downstairs that her boyfriend had snuck in.

He’d done so a million times before, and they’ve never gotten caught, but today was a rather awful day and she didn’t want to have one more thing ruined.

“Are you feeling be-”

“We need to talk” Richie mumbled, effectively cutting her off with the upsetting words.

“O-Okay…” (y/n) answered, trying not to jump to conclusions.  “What… about..?” She asked slowly.

“I think-” He started to speak quickly, but just couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

He couldn’t even look her in the eyes.

“We- we should- we need to break up”

It was like her heart plummeted right out of her body, sending every nerve to go numb.  She had to have heard him wrong- this wasn’t like Richie- maybe this wasn’t even the real-

“I- I want to break up” He added in an even quieter voice.  She caught the crack in his words, and she shook her head in confusion.

“What?” She could barely manage to say the one word.

“I know you heard me,” Richie sighed, eyes finally flickering up to hers.  “Come on (y/n) don’t make this any more difficult than it-”

“You’re the one being difficult!” She whisper-hissed, eyes widening a bit in frustration.  “What are you doing? Wh- why are you-”

“Come on,” Richie whispered.  “Don’t do that-”

“Give me one reason why we should break up” (y/n) crossed her arms.  She wasn’t going to let him walk away that easy.  Something was up, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“We’re not a good fit, alright?” He answered, volume raising a bit above his previous murmur.  “We don’t work, and I was a fucking idiot to think that we would”

“Richie…” (y/n) sighed in disbelief.

“You wanted an answer-”

“Where is this coming from?” She asked with a shake of her head.  “I know you don’t really want to break up-”

“Well we have to!” He yelled, and they were both silent for a minute, trying to see if her parents had heard him.

When there was no response from downstairs, she snapped back at him.

“Why?” She stressed the word, desperate for him to just fess up whatever it was that was bothering him.

“Why? Do you even have to ask, (y/n)?” Richie asked.

Her eyebrows knitted together as he spoke in such a harsh tone.  Richie never talked to her like that.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I mean, come on, it was only a fucking matter of time before you got bored and realized how much of your time you’ve wasted on me!”

If she’d thought him trying to break up was horrible, this was even worse.

“Oh, Rich-”

“I’m a loser, (y/n), don’t you see that? Don’t you see how terrible for you I am?”

He was breaking her heart with every word.

“Haven’t you heard them? What people say? What our own friends say?” He asks her, but she doesn’t answer, because she can’t.  “I am dragging you down with every second of being with you”

“N-no-” She can’t hardly choke out the word, but Richie vents on anyways.

“Might as well just end things now, before one of us gets hurt”

He turns around, as if to head back out her window, but (y/n’s) faster.  She wedges herself in between his body, shutting and locking the window before he could just walk away.

“No, s-stop running away,” She cried, and when she looks up at him, she realizes that he can’t look at her because he’s crying too.  “Richie,” She whimpers, shaky hands reaching up to cup his face, making him look down at her.  “That’s not true, none of that is true-”

“It is” He replies, brokenly.

She shakes her head, and steps closer to him.

“It lied to you,” She tells him.  “I know It probably told you some terrible, nasty things,”

Richie squeezes his eyes shut, and the next thing he knows, he’s falling to his knees.  But (y/n) follows, kneeling down with him and shuffling even closer.

“But babe,” She murmured, “It was lying, it was all a trick”

She could feel his tears slipping down his cheeks and over her fingers.

“I just- I don’t want to drag you down-”

“Drag me down?” She repeats in a whisper, thumbs stroking away his tears once more.  “Richie,” His eyes open when she says his name, soft and sweet-like.

She pushes his glasses up on top of his mess of curls so she can swipe away the tears under his eyes.

“You do nothing but lift me up,” She tells him.  “You’re my ray of sunshine in this terrible fucking town,” An anxious and uncertain smile trembles on her lips.  “And all those things you’re so worried about, I love about you,”

There’s a pause as her eyes flicker between his, before gently placing his glasses back on his nose.

“I’m in love with you,” She murmurs.  “I love you so much,” She repeats in a sigh, just in case he didn’t hear her the first time.  “So much”

A short breath of a laugh escapes him, and a small smile begins to tug on his lips as he looks at her.  He knows she means it, he can feel it, he can see it in her eyes that she’s being genuine.

He takes her hands from his face, setting them gently in her lap before cupping her face in his own hands.

“I love you too” He tells her, and before he can lean in, she’s shooting forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her lips on his firmly.

It’s unlike any other kisses they’ve shared.  It’s desperate, and careful, and loving, and conveyed every last drop of fear that they’d had in losing each other.  She’s kissing him so passionately that her chest is heaving, but she can’t bear to pull away now.

Richie holds her in his lap, and she’s wrapped up in his arms so securely that she’s sure, and she hopes, she’ll never be able to get out of them.

When her lips are swollen and her lungs are burning for oxygen, she finally leaned back slightly, but only by a few centimeters.

“You can’t leave me,” She tells him through heavy breaths.  Her eyes are still closed, but he’s staring intently at her anyways.  “I need you too much- don’t leave me”

He nods in agreement, caressing her cheek affectionately.

“Okay,” He hums, and kisses her lips chastely.  “I won’t… I won’t”

She falls forward, and embraces him tightly.

Richie’s arms wind around her lower back again, and they sit for a long time like this, catching their breath and holding onto one another firmly, so that neither can leave.

“We have to go back” Richie says after a long time.

“I know” She murmurs against his neck.

“We have to kill that fucking clown” He says, voice dropping it’s gentle tone, turning hard, and final.

“I know” She repeats, the same vengeful tone in her own voice.

Nothing was ever going to come between them again, that was for sure.

___

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xoxo ~ jordie 

[quindolyn]

Could you do a marauders x reader fluff?? Like a poly relationship and it’s like Valentine’s Day or sumthing love ur writing <3

Armfuls of Sunshine || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2365

A/N: It’s not really valentines day in the fic or any holiday like that, it’s just that swim weather is setting in for me and I want a lazy day at the lake with the boys so this is completely self indulgent. I know I haven’t been writing a lot I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed and I wish I could say that this is a sign that my life is mellowing out but I’m afraid that it is actually to the contrary. In summary, don’t get your hopes up

Warnings: hastily written, tired while written, fem reader, kisses, lake day so reader is wearing a swimsuit, mentions of Remus’ body image issues and allusions to Sirius’ past abuse from his parents

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You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against Sirius’ shoulder who sat behind you with you between his legs. Sitting by the Black Lake he was shirtless, you adorned only in a modest two piece swimsuit leaving the skin of your belly exposed so that Sirius could trace shapes along the soft skin. With your back pressed to his chest and the sun’s rays hitting your front you were surrounded by warmth, like a nice little cocoon you were tucked into. 

With your head against his shoulder you left the side of your neck open, vulnerable, allowing him to drip down wordlessly and brush his lips over the delicate skin before finding your sweet spot on the back of your neck and nipping lightly, his hands moving to grip your hips so you couldn’t squirm out of the hold he had on you.

“Siri!” You giggled, feeling Sirius grin into the side of your neck, getting just the reaction out of you that he had wanted.

“Shhh Puppy,” He whispered condescendingly in your ear, “Gotta be quiet, can’t wake up Jamie,” He nodded his head over to your right where just mere inches from you laid the slumbering boy, all messy black curls, hazel eyes, and with a physique that had you weak in the knees every time you saw him.

Currently his back was on display for you as he laid on his stomach, his hands resting beneath his forehead acting as a pillow, you admired the way the sunlight illuminated his skin and you could see the muscles subtly shift under that skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.

Watching him, you became aware of just how hot the sun had gotten in the hour or so the three of you had been lounging out there, waiting for Remus to finish up his prefect duties so that the four of you could go cool off in the water together. 

“We should wake him up, Siri,” You voiced, lifting yourself slightly from his lap in attempts to wake up James but quickly strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down to the spot between his muscled thighs.

“Oh come on baby, you don’t wanna do that, you know how grumpy the baby gets when you wake him up from a nap,” He murmured this mockingly into your neck, hoping that the boy he spoke of wouldn’t be able to hear him but as James let out a disgruntled groan and began to fidget you knew he was waking up.

Ignoring Sirius’ snarky remark, you leaned forward once more, this time Sirius’ hands just keeping a steady hold on your hips while making no effort to pull you back.

“Hey baby,” You crooned, supporting your weight on one hand pressed firmly to the ground while the other moved to bury itself deep in James’ locks, scratching with your nails the way you know he liked on his scalp, smiling at the content grunt the boy let out at your ministrations.

Gazing down at him you let your eyes scan his back once more, frowning as you noticed the slight pink tinge beginning to taint his skin, a precursor to what could be a wicked sunburn if not properly prevented. Letting your hand slip from his scalp you ran it down his neck and down his back, he was warmer than he should’ve been, it wasn’t just ‘laying in the sun’ kinda warm it was ‘beginning to fry’ kinda hot.

“Jamie,” You muttered again, louder this time so that you might be able to get more of his attention, “Jamie, wake up.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed, turning onto his side so that he was facing you, eyes slowly blinking open, squinting as they were flooded with the harsh light of the warm sun. He scooched himself so that he was still lying on his side but so that his head was resting against the hard planes of Sirius’ thigh, nuzzling into the soft skin half covered by his swim shorts which stopped at his mid thigh.

“You’re starting to get sunburned Jamie, can’t have our pretty boy getting hurt,” You explained to him the reason for your disturbance, returning your hand to his hair as he inched up the material of Sirius’ shorts to press kisses to his leg.

You felt Sirius shiver from behind you at the contact of James’ pretty lips on some of his most sensitive skin and you found his hand, interlacing your fingers to give him a squeeze.

“But the sun feels good,” James countered between kisses pressed to Sirius’ leg, not going higher or lower, just dancing around the circumference, tracing where the bottom of the shorts would usually sit.

“I know it does,” You agreed, gazing down at one of your three beautiful boys, “But how about you lay on your back for a little bit, let your tummy get some sun and then we’ll put on more sunscreen and hopefully by that time we’re done Rem will be done and we can go in the water.”

“Hmph,” James looked up at you, he was positioned in such a way that sunlight danced through his hazel irises, making him appear even more ethereal than usual, his tan skin glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was the picture of effortless beauty.

It was unfair how easily the boy tanned, it was something Sirius in particular was envious of but as he positioned himself so that his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” 

“Breathtaking,” You nodded, only breaking your eyes away from James’ face when his eyes flitted back down to the thigh he used as a pillow, resuming his dusting of feather light kisses. “Just as breathtaking as you are,” Twisting your neck you were nose to nose with Sirius, pale skin stretched across his angular features shimmered beautifully in the sun, like someone had dusted glitter along his skin in his sleep making him look almost god like.

Your eyes flickered from his unnaturally ruby red lips to his grey eyes where you noticed a smear of black makeup beginning at the corner of his eye. You lifted your hand to your mouth, licking the pad of your thumb, before extending out from the corner of the boy’s eye where his eyeliner from earlier was smudged against his porcelain skin. 

Allowing his eyes to flutter closed Sirius leaned into your touch and you felt your heart swell, there had been a point during your relationship with the three men where you reaching for his face would’ve caused him to flinch and back away, and even if your hand had somehow managed to make it to his face he would’ve sat there awkwardly and rigid until you pulled away. 

But this comfort was a demonstration of the trust that had formed, not just between the two of you but all four of you, even if one member was absent at the moment.

“There we go,” You murmured, pulling your hand back to your lap, though Sirius followed it, not wanting to break contact with you until the las possible second.

“Better now?”

“Much.”

Casting your gaze back down at the near comatose form of one of your other boyfriends you frowned as James had still yet to shift so that his back wasn’t exposed to the sun.

Though Sirius pretended not to care as much as you he too noticed the pinkish tint James’ skin was starting to take on. Resting one of his hands, stronger than yours, on James' face he began rubbing small circles on his cheek, occasionally running his fingers through the other boy’s hair to keep it out of his way.

“She’s right Jamesie,” His low baritone sounded, “Don’t need you with a sunburn so roll over for us, can put your head right back in my lap, just want you to be okay.”

“But m’comfy,” The other boy protested into Sirius’ thigh, saliva spilling out onto the hard canvas of muscle.

Knowing that if James wasn’t going to listen to you or Sirius there was one person whose opinion would matter you spoke, “Can’t have Remmy worrying about you Jamie,” You implored gently, “We’re out here to help him relax,” 

You were right, with the full moon in a matter of days Remus had been high strung, constantly fidgeting, lost in his head, spacing out during class while also hyper fixating on the most minute of details. The boy was a tightly wound mess and desperately just needed a relaxing afternoon with his three favorite people. 

If he even had an inkling that one of you was anything other than completely fine he would focus all of his energy in on that, forgetting the real reason you were supposed to be out there together.

It was those words that seemed to reach James and had him turning over onto his back so that the back of his head was now cradled in his hands which were interlocked and resting upon Sirius’ thigh, his strong, muscled legs kicked out underneath him, his ankles crossed.

You allowed your eyes to run up and down James’ impressive form, thighs just as beautiful, but more defined that Sirius’ but hidden behind a pair of coral swim trunks. His abs were without a doubt the most defined out of all four of you, like his thighs this part of his physique could be attributed to countless hours on the Quidditch pitch, training him and his team ruthlessly, pushing every physical boundary. It had obviously paid off as the strong muscles of his biceps and triceps flexed as he had his arms positioned to prop his head up.

Flicking your glance behind you you noticed that Sirius was appreciating the view just as much as you were, and who could really blame you? James was gorgeous, and he was all yours just as the stunnig boy behind you was.

Once again pushing yourself out of Sirius’ lap you used your hands to stabilize your body on the ground, your palms pressed flat against the soft material of the towel that was laid out underneath you so that your face was mere inches above James. You didn’t even bother waiting for him to close his eyes before you were melding your lips with his, closing your eyes in contentment as you felt his lips fall open for yours, his tongue peeking out to trace your soft cushions.

Reaching a hand up to cup your jaw James used it to pull your face down closer towards his. You released a muffled “umph” as you were forced to drop from your hands to your forearms to support yourself comfortably and James gently took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently as he deepened the kiss.

Before you could reciprocate, matching his passion, there were another pair of strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you away from James’ lips and out of Sirius’ lap. 

You let out a high pitched shriek at the sudden, unexpected motion and with what appeared to be minimal effort the hold on you shifted from your waist to supporting you under the bend of your knees and the small of your back.

Not being alarmed as the deep laughter that erupted from the figure was not only familiar but reassuring, you rested your head against Remus’ chest, having recognized him instantly. Inhaling deeply the scent of the thin t-shirt he’d thrown on before making his way down to the lake after finishing his prefect duties you knew that it was no doubt either Sirius’ or James’ as the three boys rarely ever wore their own shirts, always preferring each other’s.

“Hi Rem,” You smiled, gazing up at his visage from your place in his arms, you squinted because his head was positioned directly in front of the sun, making it look like there was a brilliant halo glowing around him.

“Hi baby, I missed you,” He cooed down at you, pressing a sweet and simple peck to your puckered lips before rising back up to his full height, still cradling you in his arms.

“You can put me down now Remmy,” You giggled, not satisfied with the brief kiss he’d given you, you clasped his jaw similarly to the way James had yours to bring his lips back down to yours. 

But once again, much to your chagrin, he kept the kiss short, no matter the firm hand you kept on his jaw, perhaps even shorter than the last once before pulling away and setting you down softly on the ground, taking great care to ensure you were balanced before letting go of his hold on you.

“Neither of those were real kisses,” You complained, resting your hand against his chest, your head at a near ninety degree angle to look up at the male who towered over you.

“No?” He asked teasingly.

Rising to the bait you answered, “No.”

“Don’t whine baby,” Sirius chimed in from where he laid, still lounging upon the ground, “Remmy’s had a very exhausting day (Y/N), can’t blame him if his kissing isn’t what it usually is.” 

Pushing himself up off the ground Sirius sauntered over to where you and Rem stood, making a show as he carelessly flinging his arms around Remus’ neck.

“Now come on Remus,” He ordered with a false arrogance, “Carry me to the water!” Letting his head fall back dramatically he stood there expectantly but was met only with Remus’ light laughter as he ducked out from under the smaller boy’s arms. 

“I don’t think so Pads,” Remus said as pulled off his shirt, you grinned at the seemingly unimportant action but just as Sirius trusting you to touch him made your heart soar so did this. Remus proudly and carelessly displaying all of the beautiful scars that decorated his chest made you so proud of the progress the four of you had all made together.

“Get Jamie to carry you,” Once again lifting you into his arms Remus pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Already got my arms full.” 

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At the Back of Your Neck

(Got inspiration for a Your Boyfriend drabble.......)

Sometimes... you feel like there’s something... someone following you.

Like a shadow.

There were times that you felt like somebody was trailing behind you whenever you had to close up the diner on your own. Turned off all the lights, made sure none of the kitchen appliances were left on, lock the doors, put the chains around them. And as the chains jingled and jostled while you locked that too, you could swear something moved from around the corner of the building. That made you hasten, practically dropping the padlock and yanking the key out, stuffing it into your pocket while you rushed away, keeping away from the alleys. The darkness between the streetlights made you hurry your steps, you feel like you could hear someone else matching you- but every time you turned around, it seemed like no one was there. But the entire way from work to home, you were sure you’d heard the footsteps. When you walked into the apartment hallways, you could hear clearly the difference between one set of footsteps and two simultaneous ones.

It was even more alarming when you saw your window open when you entered your bedroom, quickly shutting and locking it, paranoia building in you. You slept under the covers that night- even when you started to feel like it was too hot, you felt like any more than just your face poking out of the blanket, and you’d be exposed.

That was during the nights... you’d probably chalk it up to nights generally being slightly creepy, especially all alone, and call it just you being paranoid.

But the feeling persisted during the day as well.

When you were going to and from work, when you’re just walking through town, you could really feel a set of eyes staring into your back.

Of course during the day, there’s more people out and about, and you’d think it might be because you feel like someone was looking at you, but this felt more than the usual ‘are they looking at me?’ feeling. You felt the same unease as you did when you had to be out during late hours. Whenever you looked at the people around you, none of them would give you the same feeling, either they were talking with their friends or just plain not noticing you... even when someone was looking at you, it didn’t feel like they were the same stare you kept feeling at the back of your neck. Just a passing glance before they look back to where they were going.

Are you just... anxious? People don’t... feel stares... You sure wouldn’t think yourself of having ‘above average’ senses, even if the sense did exist. Maybe it’s because it’s the anxiety from the nights being carried into the day?

Sure, you’ve gotten scared before. Watching a horror movie always made you feel like there would be something around the corner, made you turn on the lights (one particularly bad scare had made you turn on ALL the lights in the apartment- your roommate certainly wasn’t too thrilled about that when she had to go out that night to get some water). But those were temporary, at most lasting a couple of days before it settled down.

This felt constant, every where you went, in the day or the night. You felt eyes following you, watching your every move. How- how are you supposed to explain that? You’re pretty sure you’d be given weird looks if you tried to explain this to someone else... why would you be so scared when you’re not even sure if someone’s following you? How can you be sure that’s happening when you didn’t even actually see anyone, all these times you’ve felt the stare? Even you’re not sure if it’s real or just paranoia.

It’s probably just the latter. Right? If it wasn’t...

...

You weren’t sure what you’d do if it was the former.

For now you just laugh it off, it’s just silly isn’t it? You’re just overly paranoid, no one’s actually following you. Just your imagination playing tricks, your mind coming up with these scenarios- that’s what’s scaring you.

It’s not real.

You’re fine. No one’s following you.

That’s what you tell yourself as you climb into bed in comfy pajamas, clicking the lamp off and repositioning yourself under the covers. You close your eyes.

You don’t have to worry about it. Your fears aren’t real.

...

.....

........

Your boyfriend slowly pushes the closet door open, once he’s sure you’re sleeping. He’s been here so many times, he can tell by your breathing when you’ve already fallen into slumber. You sound so soft when you just fell asleep... it was adorable. He could hear it every night.

He loves a lot of the sounds you make.

He closed the closet door and walked towards you, his footsteps dulled by the carpet, almost silent.

Tmp. Tmp. Tmp.

He casted a glance towards your window, making sure it was unlocked.

He turned to you, crouching down, knees on the floor. It was a good night- you were facing towards the window, he could see your face.

“Ah... darling...” he cooed quietly, his whisper but a gust of wind gently rustling the leaves. You didn’t stir- he’s learned what volume would wake you up, and kept his voice low. Low enough that you don’t startle, but loud enough that he’s sure your ears could hear it, his words falling into your subconscious.

“You’re so cute when you sleep. So soft.” he brushes his knuckles over your cheek, relishing in feeling your skin.

“So peaceful even when I touch you. You’ve been so scared lately, my love... your eyes keep darting here and there whenever you’re out... looking for someone.”

When he smiled, his sharp teeth glinted slightly from the faint moonlight outside.

Was it him you’re looking for? The very thought makes his heart thump against his chest from the inside, a sigh escaping through slightly parted lips. Thinking about you actually looking for him... it didn’t matter why. It made him smile up to his eyes when you thought of him.

He wants you to think of him. To only look at him.

No one else.

You belonged to him.

He kisses your cheek, gently; sucking in a breath when you make a small happy hum, mumbling something he can’t quite hear.

He feels he’s going to burst from how much love he has for you.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, sweetness. I’m always watching you. Nothing will ever happen to you while I’m around.”

He sighs.

“You’re safe with me, (Y/n).”

[msmarvelwrites]

Faking It

Summary: “There’s no need for that here. No faking it, sunshine.”

Pairing: Natasha x Virgin!reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, please 18+ only, f x f, oral (f receiving- they’re gay, dude), oral/rimming (f receiving), anal, reader always fakes it until Natasha.

Word Count: 1.3K

Authors Note: A request for the lovely @sazc94 🖤 And a huge thank you to the wonderful and uber-talented @the-iceni-bitch for her beta ✨

It was a normal weekday morning. You had gotten up early to run labs with Bruce, squeezed in a quick training session with Steve and now you sat exhausted at the kitchen island while your friends dipped in and out for their breakfast.

“I’m not sure what happened. She just snuck out in the morning and I haven’t heard from her since.” Steve was mumbling to Sam about this date gone awry and you couldn’t help but listen in. Mentally giving your own advice where it wasn’t needed.

“Y/n says you probably failed to make her finish.” Wanda pointed out before it was too late to realize she had read your mind.

You gaped, dumbfounded, wishing the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Glaring at Wanda, you silently apologized to Steve, trying your best to make it sound sincere… But, you weren't exactly speaking out of experience here. Not that you and Steve ever - but men like Steve.

“What does that even mean, ‘make her finish.’?” Steve grumbled, pouring his morning coffee and storming off with Sam and Wanda. Though, not before Natasha twirled into the kitchen, catching Steve’s remarks and giggling to herself.

“The sheer fact he doesn't know means she didn't.” Natasha sighed, a crooked smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.

“It’s really too bad, I liked her.” You added, causing Nat to crack up, the sound of her laughter and the fact you had caused it making you blush.

“I guess she was really good at faking it too.” you added, and Nat quieted down- a seriousness taking over her delicate features.

She looked you over, bringing a coffee mug to her lips before she spoke, “When was the last time you truly came? No theatrics.” She asked, the question slapping you across the face and leaving a blush behind in its wake.

“I-I don’t really… Sorry I just-”

“Have you never slept with a woman?”

You worried on your lip, half embarrassed and half stunned at the way Natasha’s eyes were boring into yours. Her tongue gently flicking out to wet her lips, gaze trailing down your body as if she was sizing you up. Checking her opponent for weaknesses. Of course, you had many. The most obvious currently, your inability to respond to her question.

“No.” You finally squeezed out, unaware you had been holding your breath until now.

“Well, there’s your problem, sunshine.” she hummed, suddenly so much closer that you remembered her being. Her breath, hot against your neck.

“You think you can help me?” the words left your lips before you had a chance to stop them. A false confidence coating each syllable. You had no idea what you were doing, terrified of the situation you were about to drag yourself into.

“Oh, sunshine,” She whispered against your ear. “I’ll take such good care of you.” The promise rippled through you, sending a shiver to travel down your spine and pool in your core.

Before you knew it your back was pressed against her bedroom door, having never stopped for a breath as you both ran to the living quarters. Your mind was foggy, thoughts convoluted and nonsensical as she bit down on your lip. Her tongue darting out and sending chills through your entire body. It was so different, softer than you had ever known it to be. There was no rush, no demand. Somehow it made it so much sexier.

Natasha pushed you inside her room, her shirt discarded the moment the door closed. She stood, wrapped in a lace bralette as she pointed to the couch behind you.

“Take your pants off.” It wasn't a question but you still nodded your head, immediately fumbling with your zipper. Finally you flicked them across the floor, terrified and eager as you watched her eyes trail up your exposed legs.

The ethereal redhead glided across the room, resting both her hands on your shoulders as she pushed you down onto the couch. In the same motion, Nat dropped to her knees.

You gasped, heart beating so wildly out of your chest, you wondered if she could hear it. If she did, she made no indication of slowing down as she hooked her hands under your knees, pulling you and your wet core towards her.

Natasha looked up at you from under her lashes, her eyes sparking with more mischief than usual. You tried to steady your breathing, afraid if you kept up the way you were, you might pass out.

“Are you nervous?” You mused, her lips connecting with the soft skin between your thighs.

Yes. Maybe. “No.” You forced out, cursing yourself for lying. She saw right through it. She always could.

“Shhh,” She hummed, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as she lifted it over your head. You complied, lost in her touch. “There’s no need for that here. No faking it, sunshine.”

Her words went straight to your core, squirming against the couch in a desperate attempt to feel some sort of relief. Nat noticed, a soft chuckle slipping from her pink lips. “There’s no rush. I have nowhere to be. This meal,” She gestured, index finger pulling the gusset of your panties to the side, exposing your glistening folds “I’m savouring every last drop.”

Your panties were discarded somewhere across the room, leaving you bared for Nat’s hungry eyes. You were paralyzed with fear and excitement. Heart hammering in your chest, nerves shot.

Carefully, and with a curious touch, she spread her fingers through your sloppy folds, gently spreading you open. You convulsed, the simple touch enough to have your touch starved body melting away.

“Oh, sunshine,” She chuckled, repeating the same motion with her fingers, “We haven't even started yet.”

“Fuck.” It was all you could muster, eyes trained on her lips as she disappeared between your thighs.

The moment Natasha's hot tongue connected with your throbbing clit, you knew she had ruined all men for you. All people for that matter.

“Look at you, котенок. Is this all for me?” She hummed between lapping at your cunt. Her index finger travelled through your puffy lips, pushing deep inside of you and forcing a groan to fall from your lips.

“Natasha, please.” You begged, though you weren’t sure what for. It wasn't possible that you were already so close to your-

Her mouth connected with your clit again, fingers withdrawing from your core only for a moment as he folded you in half, body splayed out and vulnerable to her. You gripped inside of your knees, holding on for dear life. Your vision, already going blurry as she hit that sweet spot relentlessly, almost as if she could feel what you did.

“You’re gonna’ love this sunshine. Hold on for me.” She mumbled, tongue dragging away from your core and swirling around your tight ring of muscles. You gasped, body rigid and cunt throbbing as she lapped at your ass, loosening you with her touch. Her fingers playing with your aching bud, edging you closer and closer.

“That’s it, sunshine. Let go, you're almost...” she teased just as her index finger pushed into your ass, the blissful burn tipping you over the edge. “There.” Just like that, you melted away. The coil in your belly exploding, body convulsing as she fucked into your ass, mouth drinking up every drop of your orgasm.

You stayed like that, halfway between alive and too blissed out to make sense of how many times Natasha had pulled an orgasm from your core. Minutes, maybe hours passed until you were both a sweaty mess of come and ecstasy on the kitchen floor.

Natasha was the first to make a sound, a tired chuckled fumbling from her swollen lips, “Damn, sunshine.”

“That was so-”

“Real.” She breathed, your gaze meeting her as she smiled warmly.

“Yeah,” You beamed, eyes tired as you nuzzled against her side, “That was real.”

And just like that, you knew you would never have to go through life faking it ever again.

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

Movie Night at the Summers Residence

Spike x Summers!Reader

Warnings: spoilers, some sexual content

Description: Fluff about the attempt to adjust to life after Buffy’s death at the end of Season 5. The Summers + Spike have a movie night to try to honor old family traditions in the wake of another tragedy.

“This movie is stupid,” Spike said for the fifth time. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“What part about this doesn’t make sense?” Dawn asked, shoveling popcorn into her mouth. “Baby is at a resort for the summer, she meets a dance instructor, and they fall in love. Seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“It just wouldn’t happen, that’s all. He wouldn’t give up all those women for one little girl—”

“Baby is not—”

“Shut up! This is the best part!” you said, shoving them both.

The truth was, for you every part was the best part. You, Buffy, and your mom had watched this movie together over and over. When Buffy was on the cheer team, you had convinced her that practicing the lift from the movie would sharpen her skills. Really, you had just wanted to feel for a moment like you were flying. 

“She almost got hypothermia there,” you whispered, pointing to the screen. “They filmed in the autumn and it was freezing. They practiced until their lips were blue.”

“Shut up,” Spike whispered back. He sounded almost angry and you looked up at him in alarm, but he was smiling. Teasing. “This is the best part.”

Your heart beat a little faster as you looked away, not forgetting the last time you had found yourself tangled up in him all this weeks ago. But it was hard not to squirm when he was running his fingers up and down your arm, tracing swirling patterns onto your skin.

Dawn was sitting on the other side of Spike, unaware of the tension between the two of you, real or imagined.

Tension, you tried to convince yourself, was good. It gave you something to feed off without risking the balance you were trying to find or the rhythm you had recently gotten into.

“Fight harder, huh?” Johnny was saying on screen. “I don’t see you fightin’ so hard, Baby. I don’t see you runnin’ up to your daddy, tellin’ him I’m your guy.”

You watched Spike’s hand still on your arm. Was that what he saw in you? Someone who was never going to own up to the relationships they were in?

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Spike asked, his voice low in your ear. To make the most out of space on the couch you were sharing between the three of you, he had put his arm around each of “his girls” early on, but Dawn had shifted him off some time ago in favor of a blanket pulled up to her ears. Now it was only you drawn close to him, smelling the cologne he had on and the blood from the mug he kept on the coffee table. Somehow, you didn’t find the two scents sickening together.

“Jennifer Grey was so pretty,” you breathed, keeping your eyes trained studiously on the TV. “I used to want to be just like Baby. Go into the Peace Corps and everything. But that was before.”

“You still could.”

But you both knew that was a lie. He had been on you lately about going back to school next semester, but how could you? There was too much going on. You had to fill the space of not one person, but three.

“Maybe,” you said noncommittally, watching the dancers swirl across the screen.

When the movie was over, Dawn selected “When Harry Met Sally” as the next pick, to Spike’s open disgust. But she fell asleep less than halfway in.

“Help me take her upstairs?” you asked Spike, rising to move the popcorn bowl out of her lap. He obliged, lifting her with a superhuman strength you would never get used to.

You tucked her into bed like she was a child, smoothing her hair back and kissing her on the forehead. You left her lamp on in case of nightmares, made sure all the windows were locked, and closed her door with a soft click.

“Did you want to finish the movie?” Spike asked when you met him in the hallway, ducking his head to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I’m man enough to admit I’m warming up to it.”

He followed you down the steps and the two of you settled back in to where you had paused.

“This is the best part,” you said, not for the first time. So far, you had pointed out the diner, museum, and wedding gift shopping scenes as the best, but this time you grabbed onto Spike’s arm as you watched. It was a little firmer than you remembered. Had he been working out?

“It was Buffy’s favorite, too,” you said, recalling how in awe you both had been of Meg Ryan’s ability to mimic life as she sobbed about her former boyfriend getting married. This made your eyes prick with tears, but for the first time, you felt more grateful to have known her than devastated over her death.

“What are they doing?” Spike asked. He was less mocking than usual. Leaning forward with his hands on his knees, absorbed in the drama.

“It’s meant to be funny, you know, true to life.” Sally’s tears melted into tender kisses amongst the used tissues and her runny makeup.

“Has that ever happened to you?”

“Well, not exactly, but—” Eyebrows furrowed, searching, rifling through memories, then victory. “It almost happened to us. So, see, it’s realistic. Just like real life.”

“Just like?”

You could feel his eyes on you. You didn’t want to face him, to go over this embarrassment again. Your face heated as you met his stare.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to do this.”

“I said I didn’t want to do it when you weren’t ready.” He cocked his head and raised his eyebrows, a warm look from a cold body. “Are you? Ready?”

You couldn’t answer that, only close the gap between the two of you and curl your fingers over the hem of his cotton t-shirt. He was slow with you, tender, toying with the elastic inside your skirt but going no further.

He tasted like cigarettes. You had imagined it before. Never thought you would like it. Always thought it was a stupid, unhealthy habit. But it couldn’t hurt him, could it? And he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Calm down, baby,” he said when you whimpered. Actually whimpered, like some kind of kicked puppy! God, you had never felt this needy before. You had never needed healing like this before. “We’ve got time. Sun won’t be up for hours.”

He massaged as he kissed, trying to get you to release the tension in your shoulders, your back, your thighs. He cupped the back of your neck and bit your lip, just a little, just enough to show off his hard-won self control.

In the end, you didn’t have sex. You couldn’t, not yet, not when you were still so delicate. But after, when he was holding you, you were able to say what you needed to without choking on the words.

“I miss her.”

“I know you do.”

“I would do anything to get her back.”

He squeezed you gently, kissed the place where your neck meets your jaw. “I know you would.”

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Safe With Me

ao3 link! anon sentence prompt request: "ready or not, here I come." angst to fluff, very emotional. sorry for any grammatical errors! I was given a 2000 word limit or less and I went almost 200 over but enjoy and tell me what you think!

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Hiding for your Mistress and her daughters was one thing but hiding from a hunter who had entered the castle undetected was another. Alcina and her daughters weren’t home, they were down in the village. Alcina’s daughters didn’t need to go with her, but they managed to convince her to let them tag along.

You had been getting ready to walk downstairs when you saw the hunter walk out of the room that led to the courtyard. Another thing you hated was that there was no staff today so you were all alone with the hunter. Your breath had caught in in your throat as you slowly backed up so he wouldn’t hear your footsteps but you weren’t paying attention and you hit one of the marble busts in the hallway, its banging up against the wall catching the hunter’s attention.

“Who’s in here?!” The hunter shouted out. Your eyes widened and your heart started beating even faster as you heard him coming towards the stairs. You looked around for somewhere to hide, but your legs felt like they couldn’t move. The hunter quickly ascended the stairs and laid eyes on you. “Now, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in this big castle all by your lonesome?” He asked with a creepy smile.

You let out an ear-piercing scream before you felt your legs finally work as you ran down the hallway towards Alcina’s chambers. You quickly entered the room and shut the door, locking it so he wouldn’t come in and hid under the bed. It didn’t take him long to realise where you had gone when he checked the door handle to find the door locked. You flinched as you heard the bullets hitting the handle, holding your breath when you heard the door creak open.

“I know you’re in here, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.” The hunter said. You wish you could scream out Alcina’s name and that she’d come running to save you, but you knew she wouldn’t be able to hear you. “Come on now, I can help you.” He said as he stopped by the bed. You saw him start to crouch down and made your way to the other side of the bed. “There you are.” He grinned at you and you kicked him in the face scrambling from under the bed.

“Stay away from me!” You yelled over your shoulder as you dashed from the room.

“You little bitch! Get back here!” He screamed as he held his hand over his eye.

You didn’t stop running until you got to the hallway that had Alcina’s study and the library on it. Quickly deciding to hide in the library since it was bigger than Alcina’s study, you barricaded the door with a chair and a shelf that took a bit of work to move.

Your chest was heaving as you let out heavy breaths. You saw the handle to the library door jiggle and a small chuckle escape the hunter’s lips. “So you’re in here, are you?” He asked, his voice muffled. “Well, ready or not, here I come.” He grunted out as his rammed his shoulder into the doors to get them to open.

You shook your head as tears streamed down your face. Yes, the library was huge, but there were no good hiding places. But you headed up the left side of the stairs anyway just to put some distance between you two, a decision you made a second too late when the hunter came barrelling into the library, spotting you immediately.

“Aw, don’t run from me anymore, sweetheart, you’re starting to hurt my feelings.” He said as he cocked the gun and aimed it for you. You ducked when the first shot rang out, running up the rest of the stairs and hiding in between the bookcases as best as you could. The spot was cramped but you hoped that he wouldn’t find you here. Your heart thudded with every footstep he took up the stairs to the second floor. “Now, where could you be up here?” He asked as he looked through the rows of books. You thought it was strange when he started walking down the aisle you went down, like he could smell where you were hiding. The thought made your eyes widen and you pushed yourself back further into the space trying to get to the other aisle just as someone grabbed your arm.

“Let go of me!” You screamed at him, kicking him again but in his leg this time as you dashed down the aisle. He met you at the end of it. You pushed him out of your way, trying to get back down the stairs.

“Not on my watch sweetheart. You either die right here or I take you back down the village to be mine. What’s it gonna be?” He asked.

You grimaced. “Neither.” You replied. He kept walking towards you and you backed up until your back hit the balcony rail. “Take one more step towards me and I’ll jump.” You threatened. He smirked at you as if daring you to do so as he took one more step. To his surprise, you did jump from the balcony and to your surprise, you landed on one of comfy couches that was in the library.

“You stupid bitch!” He growled out as he headed back down the stairs. You quickly got up from the couch to make your way to the door, but somehow, he got there before you, blocking your only escape route. Was the door opened that wide when he came in? You shook the question from your mind. “Not so fast. I asked you a question and you gave me your answer so by default I’m gonna carve you up real nice for the Lady to come home to. Such a shame that I have to do something to such a pretty face.”

You shook your head at him, your hands coming up defensively as you back away from him. “Pl-please. I don-” Your words were cut off as you tripped over the rug where it had come up slightly. “I’ll, I’ll go with you. I just, please, don’t kill me.” You pleaded with him as he cocked his gun again.

“Too late for that. Any last words?” He replied.

You felt the tears streaming down your face. You whispered four words to yours before closing your eyes. “I love you, Alcina.” You waited for the shot to ring out and you heard two, but you heard something shatter and a squishing noise. You slowly opened one eye to find the man who had just threatened to end your life being impaled by your Mistress’ claws, gurgling blood in his mouth. “Alcina?”

Alcina led the body slide off her claws and signalled for her daughters to take the body from the room. “Are you alright, iubirea mea?” Alcina asked as she crouched down. You stared at her and nodded your head slightly. You saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed the air and looked down at your leg. “Oh, sweet thing, you’re hurt.”

You looked down to where her gaze was trained and saw the blood oozing out of your leg. You suddenly felt lightheaded. “Al...” It was all you could say before you felt yourself about to pass out.

“No, dear, stay awake for me.” She said as she picked you up carefully, carrying you over to the couch and placing you down before put your leg over hers. You weakly nodded your head as you heard the sound of buzzing. “Girls, get something to warm her up and get the first aid kit. Go down to village and get the doctor, wake her up if you have to, just get her here quickly.” She commanded. You heard the chorus of “Yes, Mother” before they flew away again.

“Ina?” You said. She hummed. “Ho- how did yo-”

Alcina cut you off. “I could smell his blood as you as I entered the gates. I got here as quickly as I possibly could.” You heard her sniffle. “This will hurt, but I must put pressure on the wound.”  You let out a strangled scream as she pressed on the wound to minimize the bleeding. “Shh, shh, sweet one, it’ll all be alright.” She said to you softly. “Where the hell are they?” She growled to herself.

You heard a soft buzzing come into the room. “The first aid kit, Mother. Daniela and Cassandra went to fetch the doctor.” Bela said. “Will she be alright?” Bela asked as she helped her Mother dress your wound until the doctor got here.

“I’m not sure, my dear. Did you bring a blanket?” Bela nodded her head and handed them to her Mother. “There, my sweet, these’ll keep you warm until the doctor arrives. You’ve gotten dreadfully cold in such a short matter of time.”

You could barely move so you just let out a small noise so that they would know you were still with them. It felt like hours had passed until Alcina was welcoming the doctor into the room to look at you.

“Well, Y/N, will need surgery to remove the bullet.” The doctor said. You heard Alcina protesting, not wanting you out of her sight. “It would be unsanitary for me to do it here, Lady Dimitrescu.” You could hear Alcina growl something out to the doctor in Romanian. “If this wound gets infected, My Lady, then this one’s on you. Prep her for me.”

Alcina made sure the table in the library was thoroughly sanitised before placing you on it. “The doctor’s going to get the bullet out, and then I’ll take care of the wound afterwards.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before whispering something to one of her daughters.

When you came to you could feel Alcina’s honey golden eyes staring at you as she sat by you. “You passed out from the potion, draga mea. You’ve been asleep for a few days.” She said to you softly, her head coming up to your forehead. “You’ve a small fever. But the doctor was able to get the bullet out during the surgery. However, though the potion did heal up your leg from any infections that you may or may not have gotten, the doctor wants you to stay off your leg as much as possible.” Alcina explains.

“Oh.” Was all you could say at the time.

“Try to go back to sleep, sweet one. After such an event, you need the rest.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to sleep, the fear of dreaming about what happened creeping up on you. “My dear, I can’t stay with you. I have some work to do so it’s either stay here or go to the library.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of being in the library. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered to her. You didn’t realise you were crying until she was wiping the tears away with her thumbs. “Please.”

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I won’t, I won’t, I’m right here.” She whispered. “If you wish to read, we can go to the library and I can work from there.” You nodded your head hesitantly before Alcina picked you up and headed to the library. She sat you down outside the door of the library. “Go on inside, I’ll be right there in a moment.” She said before disappearing into her study.

You didn’t move as you stared at the closed door. You couldn’t bring yourself to place your hand on the handle and open the door. “I can’t,” You said to yourself. “No! No! No! Stop it, please!” You yelled out.

Alcina rushed to your side. “Darling, what is it?” She asked, concern lacing her voice.

“He’s in there, Ina. He, he, I can’t. Please.” Your voice cracked as you pushed yourself into Alcina’s body. Your tears soaking her dress.

“Okay, okay. We won’t go in the library.” She ran her hand down your back before guiding you into her study. “How foolish of me to think that you’d want to go in there, especially by yourself. I’m sorry, sweet thing.” Alcina said, chastising herself.

“Please don’t leave me alone.” You said looking up at her from your position on her lap.

Alcina shook her head. “No, my darling, I won’t. I won’t ever leave you alone.” She pressed a kiss to your lips and you melted into it. “Never again.” She said against your lips before she pulled away and pressed one to your forehead. You pressed yourself deeper into her chest, just wanting to be as close to her as possible. She wrapped her arms around you. “I promise that you’ll always be safe with me, sweet one. Always.” You hummed into her chest at her promise. You knew she’d keep her word to you, in every way she could.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed v, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader – est. poly relationship

summary: BTS have had a long, busy day. Heck, a busy week, preparing for 2021 Grammys performance and interviews. It’s finally over, and all Min Yoongi wants is to take a shower and sleep with his favorite person. There’s no one like you. He deserves some special treatment – some belated birthday wishes granted perhaps?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; domestic shower care (aww) and shower sex (hell yeah); feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, handjob / blowjob (with tongue technology), f-receiving oral, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; occurs the night of the 2021 Grammys

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: MYG asks JJK to fuck you, again, let’s keep this going, oop JK dyed his hair blue; based on real time.

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"I'm sorry you didn't win."

"It's okay. It was a long shot anyway."

"Well, you are good at basketball, so you can make a long shot, easy."

A deep, raspy chuckle. "Next time."

Water drummed against the tile, the rhythm interrupted by you working shampoo through black hair, conjuring fistfuls of lathered white clouds. The head lifted a little and you were about to chastise him, but one look into those black-brown eyes and small sheepish smile looking down at you, and you forgot what you were going to say. 

"It was never about us anyway. We wanted to win so ARMY could brag about us."

You grinned, chuckling a little. "They always brag about you, Yoongi."

You saw something flit across his face, but he didn't say anything. You already knew. I wish you could brag about me. And you did, but not in the way he wanted, because he was Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, Agust D sometimes, and your secret all of the time. You closed the distance, a simple, sweet kiss in response to his wordless wish, I know, me too, hands curling in his soapy hair, smiling gently against his lips. Hm. You could feel Yoongi was thoroughly enjoying your wet breasts against his chest. 

Something hard was poking you quite insistently.

You drew back a little and Yoongi's hands circled your waist, keeping your hips to him.

"Thought you said you were sleepy?" you teased.

Yoongi grinned slyly. "I changed my mind."

You chuckled, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off, forcing him to close his eyes with a displeased grunt. You could tell from his dark circles that he was tired from the stress of the day, having to wake up at two in the morning and be ready for his call time at five, but he still insisted for you to come, still insisted for you to sneak around and be here when he came home. You didn't get to see Yoongi on his birthday and not during the weekend before either. He was too busy filming content and preparing for the Grammys.

You did send him a voice message of you singing happy birthday and he replied with, thank you, my love, instead of the usual, you would benefit from a vocal coach, which meant he missed you far too much to tease you. 

You carefully straightened his neck and Yoongi breathed out, raising a hand to push his black hair away from his face, slicking it back and exposing his forehead. 

Oof.

Sexy. 

Yoongi's eyes opened, dark brown orbs reflecting the mischief in his smirk. 

"You sure you don't want me to call the maknae?" he asked not-so-innocently. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew what he was doing. 

Your boyfriend had posted a selfie this morning, only to be followed up by Jeon Jungkook’s adorable pose in a colorful fluffy flannel shirt on Weverse. Earlier in the week, Jungkook had cutely invaded and sang happy birthday on Yoongi’s celebratory live, and then put up a picture of himself on his post for said hyung’s birthday.

The absolute gall of the Golden Maknae. 

Needless to say, you were disappointed, but not surprised. Only slightly though. Jungkook was like that. A little bit – alright, a lot – of a naughty little shit that needed his cock brutally choked by your throat or pussy every once in a while. Actually, no, definitely both, just to be on the safe side. But this day was not that day.

"You said you wanted to be selfish today," was your calm response to Yoongi's question, reaching behind him to rinse off your hands, pressing your tits into his chest. Your eyes flickered up to his. Yoongi raised an eyebrow as your fingers trailed on his back, drawing small patterns. 

"Has he been a bad boy?" he chuckled, referring to, of course, the shameless audacity of your other boyfriend, well-loved and doted-on Jeon Jungkook. 

Your expression matched his, inquiring but already knowing the answer. A silent conversation between kindred souls that followed the same thought process. Closer, water gliding between your bodies, lips fitting against his, lightly nipping at his lower lip as if to say, we're both a little mean, Yoongi chuckling in agreement as he captured your lips forcefully. Hands all over wet bodies, pressing him to you and him reciprocating, hot water seeming hotter, steam getting steamier, kisses passionate and intense, Yoongi pushing you into the shower wall, not letting you get away.

Jungkook had known you were coming, but he wasn't allowed to attend this time. 

He said he was tired from the events of today and he wanted you to spend time with Yoongi alone because it had been Yoongi's birthday recently and they should definitely get special treatment during their birthdays, right?

"I want special treatment on my birthday, so I suppose hyung should as well..." 

"Ah, that's too bad, I was looking forward to punishing you."

"Noona...!" You could hear the shy pout in Jungkook's voice as it lowered, whispering into his phone. "Don't say stuff like that..."

You heard a sneaky cat-like purr in the background. "Say what?"

Jungkook started and you heard the violent rattle of the phone falling, followed by scrambles to retrieve it. Ah. You could see now why Jungkook's phone was taped.

"Hyung! Don’t... I thought you were still in the bathroom..."

"Mmm." You knew that what that hum meant. You've been on the phone for a while. And Jungkook had, lamenting that he wished they could have won the award and had a celebration live with ARMY and you had to reassure him over and over that there would be more chances and ARMY was already very proud with the nomination, yourself included. 

"Uh... do you want to talk to hyung? He's here..." Jungkook did not sound like he wanted to give his phone up. He was only asking out of politeness.

"No, Jungkook, I'll see him in a bit."

"She said no, huh?" Yoongi mused and then you heard the sounds of footsteps wandering away. 

Jungkook made a questioning noise, but you reoriented him rather quickly. 

"I want to hear your voice some more, Jungkook." You recalled the opening of the Grammys 'Dynamite' performance and his teasing, cocky nose scrunch. "Was feeling rather sexy during the recording, weren't you?"

"You saw?" An edge of excitement to his tone. "That was for you, noona," he added playfully. 

"No, it wasn't."

His faint, wicked snicker. "Okay, you're right, but I did think about you while doing it."

"Mmmhmm. What part of me? My smiling face or my warm mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"Noona!"

Alright, you did end up giving Jungkook a little bit of punishment, because neither you nor himself could help it. And at the very end, he played along, whining for you because he knew you wanted him to. Fuck, he was getting clever now, remembering all the things you liked. Stupid sexy Jungkook and his duality.

"Can't I come too? Please, noona?"

It took a lot of refuse his cute voice, but you did make a promise to Yoongi and you never broke your promises.

"Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

Reliving your memory was abruptly interrupted by two fingers sliding into your pussy.

"Excuse you," you muttered into Yoongi's lips. 

"What are you thinking about that's gotten you so wet, hm?" he drawled, dripping water down your cheeks and chest, kissing from your lips and up your jaw, slowly working his fingers in and out, your wetness thicker, warmer than the water, leaking down his knuckles. His voice in your ear, low and dangerous, making you fall for him more and more. "Thinking about me or the maknae?"

...

Min Yoongi knew you too well.

"T-That's..."

Couldn't think of a smart comeback, not with Yoongi's voice so sensual and invasive, staring up at the hazy ceiling while he sucked on your ear, biting your lip to stifle your moans, nerves lighting with shivering arousal. His fingers controlled, measured, focused on deeply penetrating you to graze your favorite spots, rubbing your walls and pressing his thumb into your clit, slow circles causing throbs of pleasure to glide through you. Yoongi knew all the places that made you weak, licking right under your ear to make you whimper for him, kissing and sucking up and down the curve. The warm water created a steady hum, background music for his dirty words. 

"Is that why Jungkookie ran so fast to the bathroom earlier today, hm? Mmm, you shouldn't mess with him so much. You should know better as his noona," Yoongi murmured softly, speeding up, catching your earlobe with his teeth and tugging on it, words slightly muffled as he continued, waves of heat flaring upwards with every thrust. "He'll keep teasing you, pretending it's for ARMY, and then when he has you next, he'll make you beg for his cock…" Teeth biting down, leaving a visible mark, his gravelly whisper sparking inhibitions. 

"And I'm going to watch you."

Fuck you, Min Yoongi, for always knowing the right thing to say.

Yoongi flicked your clit and you cried out, bucking into his hand, almost losing balance, but his left arm came up behind the small of your back and held you in place, strong and unyielding, orgasm cut short with your sudden worry of straining his recovery, but Yoongi already knew, cooing comfortingly in your inflamed ear. 

"I was dancing during the recording, remember?"

Right, he was cleared to dance, but still...

And again, Yoongi led you back into the proper headspace, kissing and nipping down your neck, tongue against your collarbones, stroking your side with his left hand as his right pushed in and out of you, building the pace and your needy gasps once more. 

"Shh, you're a good girl, don't move and nothing bad will happen."

A tinge of menace in his voice, indicating the double meaning, I won't get hurt and maybe you won't get punished. Only a maybe though, sending a delighted spark up your spine, pressing your shoulder blades into the shower wall, instinctively raising one of your legs to give Yoongi more space. You glanced down, but he wasn't looking at you, eyes calmly closed, soaked black strands sticking to his forehead as his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Instant pleasure from his expert tongue, teasing the moans of his name out of you, praising him, fuck yes, Yoongi, so good, I love this, fingers filling you repeatedly, thumb knuckle grinding onto your clit, sucking on your hard nipple. You were so focused on the feeling that your torso froze up, head and hands pressed into the wall, back arcing as you came, pulses of ecstasy enveloping you, but Yoongi didn't stop, forcing another finger inside your tight hole, whines in your throat as your shuddering pussy sucked it in, still riding waves of aftershocks.

His left hand slid up and pinched your ignored nipple. 

"Yoongi, fuck...!"

You could only curse the gods that created the genius that was Min Yoongi, chuckling as he rubbed your left nipple, sucked on the right, thumb knuckle on your clit, three fingers fully stuffed inside you, so hard and so fast that his forearm was nearly vibrating. Too coordinated, too rough, too much, mind going blank, already orgasming, and again, and again, not stopping.

He was too good. 

Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you made him. 

Your eyes rolled back, rocketing bolts of pleasure overtaking everything, entire body shaking and quivering with overstimulation, your own knuckles white because your fingers somehow curled into fists, moans rattling your chest as wave after wave of pleasure attacked you, pushing you to the brink of collapse.

"Y-Yoongi, oh, fuuuuuuuk, Yoongi!"

Your body made the executive decision for you, left hand shooting down and grabbing his forearm, gripping it tightly, gasping for air, making sure to keep his long fingers buried all the way inside, his hard muscle flexing under your palm. Fuck, so hot. Yoongi immediately stopped, detaching his mouth from your nipple, and you could barely protest, tremors thundering through your torso as your pussy spasmed and soaked his fingers with your sweet-sour juices, your inner muscles rapidly clenching and unclenching around him, his low moans filling your ears as he felt each strong pulse, stretching his fingers against your convulsing walls to amplify your pleasure and feel it all.

"Fuck..." Yoongi panted, leaning against you and your heaving chest. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you're wrecked." 

His lips on your temple, kissing you fiercely, grinding his crotch into your hip and revealing how hard he was as you tried to come down, tried to calm your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. You turned your head to face him and he was there, devouring your lips with rough kisses, pulling his fingers out to tug and pinch at your nipples with his knuckles, smirking at your submissive whines, your hands wandering down and gripping his length, leisurely stroking him.

Now Yoongi was the one gasping into your mouth, switching to rubbing your hard sensitive nipples to coax you to do more, switching your positions in the shower so his back was to the water. The two of you were only half-finished washing up, but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You backed up a little, breaking the kiss, seeing Yoongi’s dazed expression as you lightly cupped the head of his cock in your palm, gently rolling into the slickness, continuing for several seconds before adding a little more pressure. He inhaled sharply, pleading for more with his breathing alone. His chin was slightly tilted upwards, black hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips slightly parted, water trickling in rivets down his neck and chest.

Yoongi noticed you staring and gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk.

Who taught Jeon Jungkook how to be hot as hell?

It had to have been Min Yoongi.

You mentally took note of this image of wet Yoongi so you could masturbate to it later.

He cocked a brow and you cocked one back, challenging him. Then you dropped to your knees, careful with the slippery floor, and yanked his hips to your face so he blocked all of the water with his body. His stiff length smacked you in the lips and smeared pre-cum on them. You heard Yoongi gasp and you looked up, seeing him watching you, expectation and hunger in his dark eyes.

You smirked, tongue snaking out and licking your lips to taste him.

“Is my good girl going to do all my favorite things?” he drawled in his extra-low octave.

Your pussy throbbed at his domineering tone. You didn’t have to say anything, your scorching gaze alone creating that amused smirk on Yoongi’s lips. I know what you want. One hand holding up his cock, leaning forward, and Yoongi groaned in satisfaction, your mouth sucking in one of his balls, your deft tongue circling the other in loud, messy slurps, suffocating one while licking the other. You flicked your wrist back and forth, pumping his cock as you worked his balls, lips tight and pulling slightly, tongue flexed and slapping against the other.

You looked up at Yoongi’s dilated pupils, knowing that he could see flashes of your pink tongue against his balls, your hand stroking him slowly and deliberately.

“You’re so good, fuck… So fucking good at that,” Yoongi panted. “Every other man in the world is jealous that they’re never going to get to experience this.”

You popped your mouth off, making him hiss with pleasure. “That’s not true. I’ll give it to Jungkookie eventually.”

“Ah, he’s lucky that I picked him.”

You raised your eyebrows, you picked him, uh huh, I was the one stalking him on Twitter, and Yoongi nudged you with his hips, eyes narrowing dangerously, put my balls in your fucking mouth, and you obeyed, switching to his right side and sucking it into your plush lips, tongue snaking out to lap at his left one, now pumping him with your dominant right hand. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly, clenching his jaw as you increased to his favorite pressure and speed.

“Fuck, yes, make me cum just like this,” he snarled, as much a plea as it was an order, rocking his hips a little so he tugged on his balls in your mouth, forcing you to suck harder and lick more roughly to keep him in place, obscene slurps adding another layer to the song that was the falling water, Yoongi’s moans, and the rapid slap-slap-slap of your hand furiously jacking off his twitching hardness. You glanced up at him and he was observing you closely, drinking in every second of your mouth, hand, and spread-open thighs as you kneeled for him, water dripping off your nipples and ass, groaning your name, tone saturated with lust.

“Ah, fuck, I love you so much, you look so fucking good like this…”

You could tell he was getting close with how shallow his breathing was becoming. Tighter, harder, so devoted to the cause that you were whimpering to add vibration to the multiple sensations, drunk on the taste of his skin and the scent of his pre-cum right next to your head, needing it, wanting it, right now, your eyes telling him, please Yoongi, cum for me, want you to cum for me so bad, and he bit his lip, tense growl contained in his throat that morphed into a drawn-out wail.

“Fuck, now, fuck!”

You abruptly pulled off his balls and Yoongi gasped, startled and confused as you quickly repositioned yourself so he shot thick strings onto your mouth, painting your red swollen lips with drizzles of white, up your cheek and onto your nose, dark eyes wide as he witnessed his indecent mark on you. Like something out of a literal porno, your lips coated with glossy lines of his semen. You looked up at him, still holding his cock, sinfully triumphant.

Your devious smirk covered in cum.

“You wicked, dirty woman,” Yoongi breathed in amazement.

His hand was travelling down so you removed yours, already guessing what was coming next. You placed your hands on your thighs, sinking into the softness as Yoongi groaned, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself slowly to the image of your cum-covered puffy lips, red and white, upper body tilted back so your hard nipples pointed upwards towards him, squeezing your breasts together with your arms while your hands kept your thighs spread, wet pussy exposed to him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, so hard you could see the flashes of veins standing out through his fingers. “You’re too much, too sexy, come closer so I can use that mouth.”

You scooted nearer and Yoongi pushed his cock into your lips, moaning as he watched his orgasm smear down his length and disappear with each centimeter his cock into your tight, hot mouth, your eyes taking in the jerks of his shoulders and slack jaw, forcing you to take him all the way to the base. He was so turned on that you knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted, but there was no stopping him now, already shallowly thrusting. You knew how to make him pause though, tightly tensing your throat muscles around the tip. Yoongi threw his head back, your name a desperate whine.

“Please, shit, I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck…”

Slowly Yoongi’s head rolled back and you took the chance to slide your tongue out, hands coming up to cup his balls, licking them in playful figure-eights with his entire length crammed down your throat, barely able to breathe.

You didn’t care.

Yoongi was in literal heaven.

Swearing, gasping, moaning, enjoying it for a good twenty seconds before fitting his right hand behind your head, tangled in your wet hair.

“Hold me,” he gritted out. “Hold me so I can fuck your face.”

You backed up a little to take a deep lungful of air, placing your hands on his hips. There was so much adrenaline coursing through your veins that you didn’t even notice that your knees were screaming in pain, completely focused on getting your throat ready for Yoongi’s abuse.

Your eyes flickered up to him, giving him the signal.

Yoongi grinned and began to thrust into your mouth. You adjusted your neck a little and Yoongi hissed, the throbbing head of his cock now rubbing against the roof of your mouth with every slide down your throat, rolling his hips into your face. You could tell he wanted to keep it slow, but his body craved the speed and he finally gave in, fucking your face mercilessly, fast and rough, nearly choking you but not quite, and that was the best part, Yoongi always knowing the edge, always knowing how much you could take, chuckling darkly as your moaned around his cock, trying not to dig your nails into his skin.

“It’s okay, do it,” Yoongi nudged, devilish edge to his voice. “Do it. No one is going to look there.”

Eye contact.

You sure?

He ticked a brow.

How many people were going to look at his ass? Eh, he was right.

You sank your nails into his hips and dragged them down, creating red scratches around his crotch.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped with your name, urging you for more, you clawing at his ass as he forced himself between your tight lips, marking him up, praying no one was going to ask why his ass looked like a cat’s scratching post, but it was doomed, your cries vibrating his cock, Yoongi losing control, lustful shudder as his cock jolted in your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed greedily, puffing breath around his thick length, sucking a little so you could feel every quiver, his taste strong and salty, so delicious that your pussy pulsated with satisfaction even through it wasn’t being stimulated.

You felt Yoongi caress your wet hair, soft praises floating down to your ears. You licked him delicately, ghosting your tongue around and around the head. He shivered, exhaling hard.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…”

You felt his cock soften. You did what any sensible human would do and took him all the way in your mouth to bounce his balls with your tongue.

Yoongi chuckled.

“You’re crazy.”

You gave him your gurgled response with his dick still down your throat.

“You’re right, I do love it.” He tapped your cheek. “But the water’s getting cold, so let’s finish this shower and get into bed.”

-

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to my ripped panties?”

“From last time? Don’t know. Jungkook had them in his pocket.”

You frowned, working product through your wet hair. “I hope he threw them away safely.”

Yoongi looked thoughtful. “Ah, is that what he snuck over to Jimin’s room for?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It would be a good cover.”

You gawked at him.

Yoongi didn’t elaborate, going back to daintily and dutifully applying his skincare.

-

Get into bed.

This wasn’t exactly what you thought Yoongi meant, but you weren’t mad at it.

“Fuck, that’s so insanely hot…”

You were kneeling on the bed, chin on the pillows, knees spread, hands on your ass cheeks to spread your pussy open so your boyfriend Min Yoongi could watch you flex your wet opening.

At least he gave you time to blow-dry your hair before ordering you around.

For the moment, you were staring at the headboard, keenly concentrating on the exact precision and force needed to open and close with varying degrees. Most of the time, there was no need to be this focused, but Yoongi had asked for a show, so you were going to give him one. You could hear him slowly stroking himself, panting with exertion and awe. The bed sank a little as his weight was added, coming up behind you. Anticipation zipped through your veins, heartbeat spiking.

“A-ah!”

You felt a cold, fine spray on your ass and back. The fuck? Then the scent hit you, sudden citrus mixed with a verdant musk and the base of pine wood. On your skin, it immediately morphed, turning warmer, almost smokier, different than how it smelled on Yoongi. You twisted your head around, giving Yoongi’s smirking face a startled look.

“Did you just spray me with your cologne?”

He tucked his tongue between his neat white teeth. “No.” Which obviously meant yes.

You narrowed your eyes. “You shouldn’t do that. Someone might figure it out.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow underneath his fluffy black bangs. “I’m sure many people buy and wear my cologne, including women. Can’t keep anything a secret these days.”

There was a twinge of arrogance and wistfulness in his deep voice, but before you could break it down and ask, what about me, Yoongi leaned in and shoved his tongue into your pussy.

“F-fuck, Yoongi!”

His satisfied groan trembled through your nerves, igniting arousal and causing you to clench around his tongue involuntarily. He didn’t have to say it, both of you already thinking it, keep going, but now you were gasping, getting wetter and wetter with the addition of Yoongi’s tongue lazily sliding up and down as your muscles contracted and relaxed, letting him feel your skill and power, his moans vibrating through you from your core. It was already slick and getting slicker, Yoongi’s tongue gracefully sliding through your folds, thrusting into your hole, your juices like honey seeping onto his greedy mouth, so fucking good you didn’t need to control it anymore, it was just happening, and it took everything in you not to shove your ass into his face even though you wanted to, because you didn’t want to make any sudden movements and accidentally hurt him when he had already worked so hard today.

Yoongi chuckled.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, knowing he could see the strain in your arms and the tremble of your hips trying to keep your position as he sucked on your clit.

He removed his mouth and you grumbled in disappointment, cutting yourself off when you heard the distinct rip of a foil packet.

“No, fuck you.”

Yoongi said it as if he was telling someone the time and not about to forcefully plunge his dick right into where his mouth was a second ago.

“Ah, fuck yes, Yoongi…”

He sank right in, stretching you out deliciously, sighing as your wet walls molded around his cock, familiar and wonderful. You finally had the chance to remove your hands from your ass so you could hold yourself up, relieving some of the pressure on your poor knees.

“I’m choosing to ignore your disrespect,” Yoongi purred, placing his hands on your hips and bottoming out, his balls smacking your engorged clit roughly, earning a low hiss from your throat. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, breathing hard as your body adjusted. He was asking you how you wanted it. You clicked your tongue and turned your head back, seeing him watching you closely under his black hair shadowing his dark brown eyes.

“What a nice guy,” you remarked in a cool, defiant tone, borderline bored.

Come on, Yoongi, mess me up.

His lips curved into that devious, open-mouthed smirk you loved so much.

“Mhm.”

He slid out and slapped his crotch into your ass, hard.

“Yes, Yoongi, fuck!”

Your nails sank into your palms and you shoved your fists into the sheets, locking your upper body so you could push back into his rough thrusts, pleased grin on your lips, his perfect cock filling you over and over again, core tensed tight to feel all of him, the thick head forcing its way deep inside slick velvet, the rock-hard length twitching against each ridge, his balls bouncing against your inflamed clit, so full, so good, so intense that it almost hurt.

It wasn’t enough.

Panting hard, chest shuddering, you reached up and planted a hand flat against the headboard and clenched your jaw, bucking back into Yoongi’s crotch. His voice was mind-numbingly deep, full of desire and danger.

“Harder it is, my love.”

You smirked, then gasped as you felt the hot sting of Yoongi’s palm on your ass, the sound reverting against the apartment walls. He didn’t stop, fucking you hard into the bed and slapping your ass as you kept up with his pace, doing half the work for him so he could focus on each sharp spank to make your ass bounce on his cock, the bed screaming for you two to stop, but neither of you noticed, completely focused on chasing wild, feral pleasure, Yoongi growling your name and you moaning at his carnal tone, soaking his skin with thick, sweet-smelling juices, pussy violently massaging his length.

“That’s it,” Yoongi hissed, breathing rapid and shallow, ceasing his slapping of your red ass to seize your hips and fuck you even harder, digging his nails into your skin and marking you with his lust. “Feels so good fucking this perfect body just the way I like.”

Fuck, his voice, taking your heart and setting your world into lustful wildfire, no one like him, nothing like this, making you lose your mind and fuck back against him harder, the roller coaster climbing higher and higher and higher, Yoongi cursing under his breath, and you were so far gone that you almost didn’t pick up his words.

“Shit, Jungkookie would have loved watching you get wrecked by me.”

A low moan ripped from your throat, the thought of Jungkook’s needy voice and expression seeing you get pounded by Yoongi’s full strength, being told to watch and probably not being able to help touching himself, fuck, you wanted it, wanted Jungkook so bad at that very moment, wanted to show him how ruined you were, knowing he would love it, crave it, desire it, fuck, it was too much and you came hard, seeing stars, planets, fuck it, the whole fucking galaxy, fingernails curling into the headboard and whining at the sensitivity, body rolling onto Yoongi’s cock and squeezing it powerfully. Yoongi gasped out your name, grip tightening as he spilled into the condom, his length pulsating and twitching into your walls. You thought that was it, but Yoongi’s fingers snaked down between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, Yoongi, fuck!”

He roughly rubbed your aching clit with two fingers, forcing you to cum again around his cock, moaning loudly with every convulsion of your overstimulated pussy, viscous juices clinging to the insides of your joined thighs, completely defeating the purpose of the fucking shower, but neither of you seemed to remember that, Yoongi too busy using his last ounce of strength to push you to your limit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrating his fingertips against it, your eyes rolling back and spine clattering as another orgasm blasted through you, up your torso and straight to your head, numbing pleasure overtaking everything, arm going slack and forgetting to hold yourself up, hand slipping on the headboard, fatigue finally having its way.

Yoongi was quick to slide his hand up your belly and keep you up, wiry strength of his right arm balancing between your breasts to prevent you from falling into the bed.

“Holy f-fuck…”

The words sounded far away even though they were yours, the resounding beat in your ears being your pulse trying to catch up, nerves tingling all over, acutely aware of the tiny flinches gliding across your skin, aftershocks of a particularly explosive orgasm. Your pussy was still throbbing around Yoongi’s spent cock, locking him in your embrace. You planted your hands onto the bed and lifted yourself up rather shakily, taking the burden off Yoongi’s arm.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, caressing the underside of your breast lightly.

You had the energy to raise one hand and give him a thumbs-up.

He rapped your ribcage. “Stop that.”

You chuckled, finding your voice a bit hoarse. “Why? You always do it in pictures.”

You heard Yoongi mumble disapprovingly behind you. “Is that why you do that? To make fun of me when I take photos?”

“Almost eight years of being an idol and you still don’t know what to do with your hands in pictures,” you teased.

He pinched your nipples roughly and you yelped.

“I know what to do with my hands around you,” Yoongi growled, rubbing them between his fingertips, your moans radiating off his walls. “And that’s what matters.”

-

interlude 20210419 drabble — “This is not allowed, you two.”

part vi “Shh, you’re not allowed to tell anyone.”

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masterpost

[yourstarvic]

Warning: mention of suggested contents

Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you smoothed down the beautiful white dress you wear. You looked at the mirror in front of you, seeing how the dress looked on you. It was a beautiful off-the-shoulder dress that was a princess ball gown. You looked beautiful in the dress, the way it hugged your body properly making you look beautiful. 

“That dress looks beautiful on you,” One of the workers told you, fixing the train of your dress.

“You think so?” You asked, looking at her reflection.

“I know so,” She smiled at you. “But why are you alone? Shouldn’t you have your maid of honor with you to help?”

“She’s probably running late,” You gave her a tight lip smile, feeling your chest tighten, having a feeling why she is taking so long but you hope you were wrong. 

The salesperson nodded their head in understanding, “Well… In the meantime, I can help you. So what do you think of the dress?”

“I like it,” You said with a smile, “but it doesn’t feel like it’s… the one…”

“Could be the lace…” She hummed, before snapping her fingers and ordering the other salespeople. “I think I have a dress in mind! You, get some heels! Bring one of each and the others get some veils and jewelry and everything you can think of! We need to make sure she finds the one!”

You gave her a smile as she walked off the mini runway and started to look for a dress she had in mind. Everyone followed behind listening to her instructions and going around the store to look for certain items. You were left alone, wearing the beautiful dress with heels and veil that matched with it. 

Picking the skirt up, you walked off the mini walkway and to the small loveseat that was in front of it. Grabbing your phone with shaking hands, you took a deep breath as you opened it and went to the phone app. Your finger hovered over Rieko's number as you gulped, having a gut feeling you weren’t going to like what you hear. With a deep breath, you clicked on her number and put the phone over your ear, waiting to hear her voice.

“H-Hello?” You heard her said breathlessly, trying to catch her breath.

With a shapely breath, you heard a few grunts in the background and her trying to hold something back, “Hey where are you? A-Are you okay?”

“S-Sorry!” She breathed out, letting a small giggles, “M-Meeting went too-Yes!-Long! I-I’m fine! J-Just Haru is-Oh!-Keeping me busy with-Ah!-Paperwork and r-running around!”

“You don’t sound like you’re running,” You clenched your fist over your chest, hearing what she was doing.

“I-I just b-bumped into-Yes!-Something a-and answering someone,” She laughed through the phone, hearing her mewl at something.

“Oh…” You took a deep breathes, trying to calm your aching heart. “I’ll just pick a dress by myself then…”

“Yeah! Yes!” You heard her mewl, “Do that! But don’t get-Ah!-Strapless or-Oh yes!-Off-the-shoulder! They look b-better on me!”

You gave her a quick farewell, you ended the call. You tightly closed your eyes, trying to calm your beating heart and stop the growing ache. Opening your eyes, you then decide to call Haru, trying to ignore the voice in the back of your head. 

“H-Hello?” You heard Haru's voice grunt through the speakers.

“Hey,” You said softly, blinking away the tears as you heard him grunt and Rieko voice in the background. “I-I thought you didn’t have meetings around this time?”

“Y-Yeah…” Haru groaned, “S-Sorry sweetie. It was last minute.”

“Are you okay?” You didn’t know why you asked that. You knew the answer. You knew he was going to make an excuse for why he was so breathless and groaning. You knew whatever he was going to say was only going to hurt you more.

“J-Just chasing after Rieko,” He breathed out, “S-Slow down Rieko!”

“But Haru,” You heard her whine in the background, “w-we need to finished! Would you rather we take longer to finish?”

“I’m probably going to be late tonight,” You heard Haru groaned out, “love you, bye.”

“Bye,” You whispered with a gulp, ending the call with him. You tighten the phone in your grip, trying to take steady breaths and blinking your eyes rapidly to stop the tears from coming. Dropping your phone back on the loveseat, next to your bag, you turned around and looked at the mirror. “Is that how I look?” You asked yourself, slowly walking back up on the platform and to the mirror.

You scanned your face in the mirror, your fingers slightly hovered your face. You moved your head slightly, moving it around to have a good look on your face. The dark bags under your eyes and how dull you looked. 

What happened to me?…

“When did I look so…Sad?” You whispered to yourself. But you knew the answer. You always knew, but you always ignored it. Not wanting to accept they were doing those things behind your back ever since Rieko gotten the job. He was your fiancé and she was your best friend…They wouldn’t do those things to do. They shouldn’t be having an affair but they are. And now here you were, wearing a beautiful wedding dress that was perfect for you. But instead of feeling happy and beautiful, you felt sad and disgusting. 

Looking back at the reflection of the loveseat, you noticed a piece of paper coming out of your bag. Giving yourself a final sad look at yourself in the reflection wiping away the tears that fell. You took a deep breath and walked out of the platform and back to the loveseat. Reaching for the small piece of paper, you noticed it was from when he gave it to. 

“Ya don’t deserve to be cheated on.” You remember his words to you. Playing on repeat in your head as you looked down at it. Breathing out of your nostrils, you tapped on your phone screen to check the time.

It’s almost that time… And I know where the place is…it’s a block or two away…

You quickly shake your head, getting rid of those thoughts. You remember how Haru said he didn’t want you to talk to him. Suddenly, you felt angry at him. How dare he? He has been with your best friend for so many months and he tells you who I can’t talk to? Because of his jealousy?

With determination, you picked up the skirt of your dress and ran out of the wedding boutique, leaving your purse and belongings in the store. Ignoring the salesperson yelling after you, you ran through the sidewalk, ignoring the weird stares. As you ran through the people on the sidewalk, you yelled out apologies to those who you bumped into.

Seeing the building of the address was written on the napkin, you quickly entered it. Running through the halls, you followed the sound of bouncing balls hitting the floor. Seeing wide gym doors, you ran closer to it and slamming it open. 

Keeping the doors open with your hands, you scanned the area as you tried to catch your breath. You ignored everyone’s stare at you, only trying to find a certain pair of eyes. Seeing who you were looking for, you pointed your finger at him, “You!”

“Me?” He asked, smirking at you when he noticed what you were wearing. Marching over to him in the middle of the court with your head held high you ignored everyone’s whispers.

“D-Did she ran away from her wedding… For Atsumu?”

“Atsumu just ruined a wedding…”

“He stole a bride."

“He really is terrible.”

Finally, in front of him, you let out a huff as your stared straight at him, “I couldn’t get your words out of my head.”

The corner of his lips tugged upward, creating a bigger smirk on his face as you ranted to him. “I just… I wasn’t planning to come. But when I saw the napkin I couldn’t stop thinking what you said and you’re right,” You huffed, started to pace in front of him, and moving your arms around to help express your words. “I know I don’t deserve this. I’ve always helped them, support them, did everything to make them happy and this is what I get in return. They took my feelings and disregard out them as if it was nothing and now I’m just this sad, empty shell of what I use to. And that night at the bar… Talking to you was the first time I had ever smile! A real, happy, genuine smile in a long time and I miss that. God! I miss being happy. I miss smiling at things, I miss waking up knowing that I’m loved. I miss everything… So…”

“So?” Atsumu raised his eyebrow. 

You turned to look, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. “I say yes,” You swallowed, looking at him determinedly. “I want to be happy again. I want to smile again. I want to make them feel the same way I felt all these months. So yeah…I’ll take your help.”

“Perfect,” He nodded his head, an amusing smile on his face as he looked at your eyes.

“Good,” You nodded, slowly feeling the adrenaline fading.

Outstretching his hand, you eyed it carefully as he said, “Since we are going to spend a bunch of time together, we need to get to know each other. But ya already know who I am.”

“Umm,” You gave him a tight awkward smile, “sorry…But I don’t know who you are…”

“Eh?”

Perking at the sound of sniffled laughter, you leaned a bit to the side to look behind the blonde, seeing three people laughing. Blinking your eyes curiously, you saw an orange hair male and white with black streaks both leaning against each other as they tried not to laugh out loud. Next to them was a black hair curly male, who didn’t bother hiding his laughter.

They were at the bar…they must be good friends...

“Shut it!” The blonde yelled at them, an embarrassing red hue appeared on his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he turned back to you and introduced himself. “Name Miya Atsumu.”

“Nice to meet you, Miya-”

“Atsumu,” He interrupted you with a smile, “ya can call me Atsumu.”

“In that case,” You smiled in return, reaching to shake his hand, “you can call me (Y/n).”

“Nice to meet ya (Y/n),” Atsumu shook your hand and let you go. “Ya can wait outside for me and we can talk after I'm done.”

Nodding your head, you turned around to start walking out of the court but you froze when you saw everyone looking at you. The realization then hit you. Everyone heard what you said. Your eyes scanned the court, seeing everyone looking at you in amusement as embarrassment flooded your body. With a gulp and an awkward wave, you said softly, “H-Hi…”

Have they all been there the whole time...

Many of them greeted you and/or waved back to you. Giving them a tight lip smile you walked to the doors you came from with your head down, trying to hide the embarrassing blush on your face. Atsumu watched you with amusement, find it funny how you came in so boldly and now leaving shyly.

Noticing Sakusa standing next to him from the corner of his eye, he heard him ask, “What did you do?”

“Ya know the girl from the bar a few-”

“I know that’s her,” Sakusa interrupts him, looking at him with confusion. “I’m just wondering why are you doing that.”

Atsumu turned and gave Sakusa a warm smile, putting his hand on his chest as said, “Because I am a nice guy.”

Sakusa gave him a disgusting look to which Atsumu ignored and smiled through. Turning back to look at you, he saw you walk through the doors. But a few seconds later you came back, fidgeting with your fingers as you asked shyly, “Um… Can I borrow someone’s phone? I kinda stole this dress and left all of my belonging at the boutique…”

Atsumu chuckled at you, seeing one of his teammates offered their phone to you. You accepted the phone and quickly made a call to someone. “She’s different,” Atsumu noted to Sakusa, not looking away from you. “The way she was when she came in and at the bar is different from how she is now.”

Sakusa didn’t say anything to him, both looking at you as you handed back the phone and looked back to everyone with a shy awkward smile and wave before dashing through the door. “‘M kinda excited for this,” Atsumu smiled at Sakusa.

“You’re terrible you know that?” Sakusa sighed, walking off, and headed to the locker room.

“How ‘m terrible!” Atsumu huffed following Sakusa, “‘m helping her!”

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Notes: sorry for posting this a bit late! But Rieko and Haru really are terrible huh 🥴

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