#the ice bath content we deserve

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carlossainz55 🌴 Miami is heating up! RACE DAY!

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I feel like the f1 fandom doesn't have enough ice bath related rpf content because who WOULDN'T go crazy watching them half naked and making filthy noises in their ice baths

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summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

* * *

Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

* * *

It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

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Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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Forgive Me if I break You | Zoro x Reader | Part II

Part I Part III Part IIII

Trigger warnings: Domestic assault, Alcohol, verbal abuse , physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence. THIS FIC CONTAINS DARK CONTENT ! MINORS DNI !

*THERE IS A GRAPHIC DEPECTION OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN THE FIRST FLASHBACK, IF NOT COMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP. (the last line is the most important anyway)*

A/N: Thank you for all the support I've gotten at the start of this series, I was so nervous no one would be interested lol. I hope this part lives up to your expectations.

Request: Open

Word count: 5K

Leave a comment if you enjoy :)

The cold of the ice pack stings against your cheek, almost as much as the insults lodged in your throat with nowhere to go. Harshly, you swallow them down, having to reacclimate to the taste of stifled feelings. Almost completely forgotten in those two months.

You're in your shared bedroom, sitting in Lee's lap. Your head lays against his chest. With how tenderly he stroked your hair, you're almost able to imagine care in his touch. Pretend it is the swordsman who caresses you so tenderly. Lee places a soft kiss to your cheek, laying his head against yours.

"I'm sorry, y/n ... I didn't mean to lose my temper." He coos. In the past six months he never came up with any other excuse. Always an apology then an explanation of why it was your fault.

"It's jus’- you embarrassed me in front of our guests, interrupting me like that. You know I hate when you do that- and that fucking swordsman clearly has feelings for you."

Lee is almost completely lost in his rambling, and you think for a moment you will get relief from this puppet show he has forced you into. But the mention of Zoro has you going stiff.

"It's disgusting. a lowlife pirate thinking he can have what is mine. I forbid you from seeing him, do you understand?"

"Yes dear." you respond.

As if the swordsman wanted anything to do with you now. Not after what you've done to him- not after he has seen how pathetic you are. The future world's best swordsman deserves more than someone like you.

"I'm so glad you're home." Lee pivots. "I can't believe I thought you left me-"

Lee lets out a chuckle as though the thought is inconceivable. In spite of your rigidness, the chief takes a deep breath to relax into the headboard. Each chuckle that leaves his mouth tightens your shackles. Reaffirming what you already know- you aren't going anywhere.

"Is that what happened to the countryside?"  You ask meekly. Fearful of the answer, but so desperate for the truth.  "Did you burn the lemon grove to punish me?"

"... Yes."

Tears swell in your eyes as you pull away to look at the merciless man in front of you. A man who would bathe in your blood with no remorse. So desperate for your obedience he is willing to strip the last memories of your mother away from you as punishment . Did not need proof of your transgressions, his outrage evidence enough to justify his actions.

The chief uses the edge of his thumb to swipe the shallow tears brimming in your eyes.

"We can replant all of them my love, even more, now that you are home. "He lets his thumb sweep over your cheek and lips before he draws away.

Still he wears no semblance of remorse. No guilt or shame for what he's done. For the villagers - his people- homes destroyed in the crossfire of his rage. Couldn't care less about the massive amounts of  nature he burned to ash in the name of revenge. Their  forfeiture was a consequence of your decision to act so selfishly.  It was all your fault-

Why should the chief feel apologetic?

"And the villagers?"

Lee leans in to gently place another kiss to your cheek. As though his kisses can ease the pain of his strikes. Something in you wants to believe he is trying to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. The more nihilistic part of you knows you are only searching for the swordsman's affection in Lee 's actions.  Actions that only encompass power and control, that force obedience. Lee rests his forehead head against your head so that his lips are centimeters away from your ear.

"I told you, what I would do if you left- I thought you called my bluff, honey …" 

Your mouth went dry at the sight. How- You thought- there was no time to waste musing through all the precautions you  thought you followed. Not when your husband stood in front of you disproving their effectiveness.

"What is this?" He asked, pointing over to the bed.

There is an empty duffle bag clutched tight in his left hand- your duffle bag. Its contents scattered on the bed sporadically. A couple thousand berry, a map, exactly two changes of clothes, and a log pose. Everything you needed for a seamless departure.

"I- don't know how it- I-" You were too caught off guard to lie, too unprepared to conjure up an excuse on the fly. Instead you stood fumbling like an idiot trying to figure out how Lee could have possibly just stumbled upon your stash.

"What is it?!" The chief shouted, this time throwing the duffle bag so that it landed at your feet. Before you could answer, he was already stalking toward you. Soon his hands were wrapped around your jaw, squeezing your cheeks. You'd wince in pain if the man had allowed you any wiggle room. 

"Were you trying to leave me?" he growls.

"No-" you tried to muffle through your clenched jaw. the word only coming out as a strained cry.

He looked unconvinced. That darkness you're too familiar with started to fill his eyes. It made you begin to question what in you was so naïve enough to think you could escape. Lee moves his hand from your cheek to wrap his arm firmly around your waist. His opposite arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"You want to leave me?" He snarled.

Your head shook ‘no’ so vigorously you almost forgot it was a lie. Just trying to appease the chief,  to be spared from his wrath. It did not work. Lee was already starting to walk backward , dragging your body along easily despite your protests. This time you were sure.

He was going to kill you.

Lee easily kicked open the French doors leading to the balcony. Your kicking and screaming, posing as no defense against your husband. He drags you, until your torso is pressed against the balcony railing and he is forcing your head over to look at the drop.

"This is your only way out. If you want to leave me tell me now and I'll throw you over myself.... Say it!"

"I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave." The words repeated from your mouth like an incantation. Barely made out through your cries.

It was enough to make the chief release you, letting your limp body fall to the concrete. He stared down at you with a satisfactory smile before bending at the knees. The gentleness in his touch as he swept the hair out your face is always a precursor to his cruel threats.

"I'll burn this whole village to the  ground if you try to leave again. Do you understand me?" He snarls. "Slowly, one by one I will burn every region until you return to me. I will force you to watch everyone, everything , burn because you decided to be fucking selfish." 

Another kiss is planted to your cheek  before the whisper of Lee's voice commands your attention back to him. A shiver of a sigh escaping your lips at the painful memory.

"I can rebuild their homes... would you like that?"

You nod, letting the tears stream your face. You can feel Lee's smirk against your skin when he kisses the streaks. As though he is giving his approval of your reaction, your emotion.  The whites of his fingers dig into your waist to hold you close.  His grip does not lessen when you start to sob.

This is how he loved you. Broken. Tattered. Hopeless. An ode to his power, to how much he controlled you.

"Okay, Honey, first thing in the morning."

-

Water trickles down your chin and onto the sink. You had washed your face six times trying to get the feeling of Lee's hands off you. A futile attempt. His touch would be seared onto you forever.

You trace your cheek while staring into the vanity. There's some relief in not seeing a mark. Probably have your hiatus to thank for Lee's sudden mercy on you. At least you won't be subjected to questions. Trying to conjure up on the spot cover ups come morning, as to not incriminate your husband.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth. You would sob if you weren't so convinced you deserved this. The stinging of your face, the burning of your throat, the stabbing feeling in your chest. This must all be just a fraction of what you imposed on Zoro. The guilt in you leaves little room for other emotions, especially self pity.

How dare you believe a life waited for you beyond these cities' walls. Stupid, stupid, stupid- Foolishly thinking you could escape the future both your father and husband have mapped for you.

You curse the two month departure for giving you a glimpse of how good freedom could feel. For bringing the swordsman into your life when he is so undeserving of the burden you pose. For finally giving you hope just to later rub it in your  face.

"Lady Misatori." A small voice quips from the other side of the bathroom door. A knock follows to further force your attention.

A housekeeper stands on the other side. She can barely meet your eyes. A piece of notebook paper is folded into a tight square in her fingers , she is extending it out for you to grab. It trembles in her hands, giving way to the anxiety she is failing to hide.

"Thank you." You mutter. The maid looks relieved to hear her question-free dismissal.

When you open up the note you immediately recognize the handwriting. Had seen scribbled recipes written on loose leaf paper, and napkins enough to note it as Sanji's.

'Mosshead wants to talk- garden 10 minutes .'

The woman's trembling is finally put into perspective. Fearful of what her role in sneaking around the chief could mean for her. Briefly you wonder what the cook could've said to convince the woman to do this. Had his charm really been strong enough to get the woman to forgo all her senses? Part of you wishes to relish seeing Sanji's flirting finally meet with intrigue, but the insistent need to lay eyes on Zoro replaces the thought.

It has you stumbling out of the bathroom as quickly as you could. Forever grateful that in all his control Lee had found it fitting to give you a private bathroom.

-

It is dark, and wet. Leaves crunch and crumble beneath your feet as you walk the maze-like garden. The unpaved path is bordered with mountainous rose bushes that block your view of any direction, but front and back. The red flowers bloom so fruitfully they encroach your space on the pathway. The weather has gotten considerably cooler in the night, forcing you to pull your cardigan tighter around your shoulders. Regretting that the rush had made you grab the first thing with sleeves you saw.

A sigh leaves your lips exhaustedly. Surely the cook was mistaken. There was no sign of the swordsman anywhere. Maybe he had changed his mind about wanting to talk. Decided the risk isn't worth the reward. That you aren't worth the breath-

You hit an intersection on the path, and before you have the opportunity to turn left, there is a tight grasp around your arm. The force pulls you back, nestling you into the bushes behind you as you still. Once you gain your composure and are able to open your eyes, you’re met with the swordsman.

His left hand is wrapped firmly around your right arm, his other rest in the bush beside your head. Zoro has you caged. Trapped with nowhere to run. No place to hide. No escape.

"Husband?" He fumed. "Have you just been fucking around with me?"

"Zoro..." You plead, reaching out to grasp his cheek. He does not let you. Releases his hold on you to take a step back before your fingers land on him. The look on his face seethes of betrayal.

"Answer me!" The pirate barks. You flinch at the tone of his words, your eyes shutting closed. It takes a minute to gather yourself. You have never heard Zoro's voice void of any affection.

You swallow your own tears . Shove down your discomfort to accept accountability for your actions. Even if all you want to do is hold the swordsman once more. Hear his heart thump in his chest. Hear him say he loves you.

"I should have told you. I am so sorry I hurt you Zoro. "

The pirate scoffs, clearly not satisfied with your answer. He is shaking his head in disbelief, eyes burrowing into yours.

"You lied to me. You told me you loved m-"

"I Promise Zoro, I love you. I love you so much. so much." You beseech. 

The swordsman seems even more tortured by your testament. His hands find his skull to dig his fingers into his scalp. As if trying to ground himself for only a moment at the reeling thoughts.

"Does he know that? That you love me, that you're mine?"

When you don't answer the frustration builds in the swordsman. He lets out a pained laugh that morphs into more of a choke. His expression is filled with disbelief. 

"You're not mine." He speaks as if he is speaking to himself. "You're his."

"That is who you want to spend the rest of your life with? He talks to you like shit- the dirt beneath his shoes and you smile through the whole thing. The man who thinks you're his accessory- That is the man you love?"

Zoro badgers you. Moving his tongue as piercingly swift as you're sure, he can wield his swords. 

"I do not love that man." You choke.

"Then why?" The swordsman shouts. His exclamation wakes the small birds that have chosen the garden as their resting place. The sounds of their wings flapping away from the conflict fills the air. "Y/n ... why are you doing this to me?"

There is a frailness to his voice you don't recognize. Something so breakable about the way he utters your name. In the two months you had spent with Zoro you had never seen him show this much emotion.

"Zoro, if I could stay on the beach with you forever... I would. But I can't. I have people who need me-"

"I need you!" He professes, throwing his arms in the air. 

The way that Zoro bares his scars to you , when you could not do the same in return physically pains you. You force down the tears that dare to surface at his confession. Who were you to be hurt in a situation you hand crafted? To cry in the presence of a man who held his broken heart in his hands with hopes, you would fix it.

There's an immense sadness in your restraint, how you're able to still your body though every bone in you wants to wrap around him.  Reciprocate all the comfort Zoro so willingly gives to you. But this is not the beach-

"I'm so sorry Zoro. I'm so sorry." Your eyes shift to the ground. The tears are so much harder to fight off when you can see the confusion under his saddened expression.

Zoro cups your cheeks in his hands and for a fleeting moment there is no anger. There are only kisses shared under the stars, gasps fallen onto the sand, words of endearment lost to the wind. Love. For a second Zoro stares at you and there is only love.

"I don't want apologizes- " There's a shake in his breath. " I want you to tell me why I have to watch another man touch you.  Why he gets to hold you tonight instead of me. Tell me why you keep saying you love me, but you're going home to another man. Tell me the fucking truth!"

Even in his anger you can hear the worry in the pirate's voice. It takes you by surprise. Maybe malice hasn't taken up the space of affection in Zoro's heart after all. Maybe in all his poking and prodding Lee had only brought concern out of the first mate. The sweet sentiment physically aches. You turn your head, breaking free from his grasp.

"Leave Zoro- take your crewmates and go. I'm only going to hurt you if you stay, so please- go."

"... Is he why you need the sun to feel free?"

You're caught off guard by the swordsman's questions. Don't expect to hear your words echoed from his mouth. "Free". You could almost laugh hearing the word now. Freedom? What did you know about freedom? Always a pawn for someone else's will, your own desires to be placed on a shelf and expectantly forgotten.  This castle has always been your prison.

"I'll make sure you'd feel the sun everyday. I will drag it out the sky and place it in your hands if it will make you smile. I'll never trap you. I love you. Please- don't leave me." He begs.

Your body is moving on its own again, this time manipulated by the voice of the swordsman. Unsure of what has come over you, you're reaching out for Zoro, pulling him in closer. You know that you shouldn't. Especially not here and not now. But it does not stop you from standing on your tiptoes to press your lips into his.

The intention was for a quick kiss, just one last time to feel Zoro's lips on yours, but it's difficult not to savor the moment. To not search for another life, one where you could be together, in his mouth. The same desperation is displayed in the way Zoro grasps you. Tight. One hand tangled in your hair while the other on your waist. As if he could hold you tight enough to stay. He groans in displeasure why you finally pull away from him.

"Go Zoro. I'm only going to break you."

-

The sun has risen just enough to illuminate the desolate field. The early morning is still shying away from pushing out the darkness of night completely. You woke early enough to see Lee still had not returned home. Off doing something you are sure, is none of your business. 

You took the opportunity to sneak out to what used to be the lemon grove. Tears stream your face while you wonder what pushed you out here. What exactly it is that you're hoping to find amongst the ash.

The memories of your mother you can't get back? Pieces of the wooden swing you used to sit on in the summer? Evidence it was truly necessary to leave the swordsman in your past?

It's hard to focus on all you've lost when staring at the pile of rubble that is the villagers' homes. Their whole lives destroyed at a whim. You did this to them. Had you stayed home and behaved no one, not even the swordsman, would be in this situation.

"Wanna tell me what you're looking for?"

The whisper behind you sounds so familiar. There is a part of you that does not want to turn around, thinks it's better off not knowing who the voice belongs to. A bigger part of you itches with a need to know.

"Zoro."

"Maybe I can help you find it." There's a crooked smirk on his lips.

It's involuntary, the way your heart is instantly soothed at his arrival. Something it must have learned on its own while on the beach. You have to fight not to jump into his arms. Draw him into you with the wish to feel his lips again. 

" I thought I told you to leave..." you mutter.

"You did." The pirate agrees. Zoro moves from behind you, so you no longer have to crane your neck to look at him. He reaches to take your hand in his. His thumb traces the back of your hand, his touch so soft you almost don't feel it.  

"You're still here."

"You may have authority in this village, but the only person I take orders from is Luffy." He lets out a laugh.

The sound forces your brows to furrow to the center of your face. Where was his anger? His disappointment? Why wasn't he yelling at you? The last conversation you had with the swordsman had not gone the best. This warm welcome is the farthest reception you expected to receive.

"What?" He asks, reaching out to smooth the wrinkles your frown causes. You're surprised at the way you flinch when his fingertips touch your forehead, a reaction you hadn't had in at least a month.

Had it really only taken one night with Lee to erase all your expectations of being lovingly touched?

You can see Zoro's happy exterior waiver for just a moment at your knee jerk reaction. Still he does not draw away his fingers. Just trails them down so he can stroke your cheek. Still offering you a kind smile.

"Stop Zo..."  You're taking a step away before you can give into him. Pulling your hand away to further the distance.  "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see the lemon grove..." He uses the tip of his boot to kick at a burned shingle on the ground. "So much for that."

"Oh? You made it here all on your own?" In spite of your sorrows you laugh. "You didn't get lost?"

Zoro glares at you, his eyebrows raised to his temples. You suspect he hadn't expected you to join in on his light heartedness.

"I had to ask someone in the town square..." He sheepishly admits drawing an even more obnoxious laugh for your throat.

"Why were you looking for the lemon grove?"

"You don't remember?" He asks.

Even in your best memories of the beach, you never liked sand. The way it intrusively stuck to you, creeping its way into every nook and cranny made your skin crawl, but this beach was the expectation. You loved everything about this beach.

"Tell me something else." Zoro requests. His voice was softer than before- meeker after your supposed rejection.

You were still wrapped firmly in the swordsman arms, your head on his chest. Zoro's head had returned to rest on top of yours. A brisk breeze forced you closer to Zoro in search of warmth, the thin blanket almost whisked away at the gust. The sight drew a laugh from the pirate.

"Where would you be right now if you were home?"

The only location you could definitely think of was underneath the chief's thumb, but that surely couldn't be the answer the swordsman was looking for. It was hard to think of places in your village that still brought you joy. Places that hadn't been corrupted in the transition of power from your father to Lee.

"The lemon grove." You blurted out the second it came to you. There was a cheesy grin on your face while you reminisced. A grin that is met with a full blown smile from Zoro once he sees your joy. He leaned down to plant  a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw.

"Yeah? Why is that your favorite place?" His breath brushed against your neck.

"My mom used to take me there, and we would have picnics in the summer. There's this huge swing we'd sit on. It's my favorite place in the whole world."

"All that you've seen of it?" Zoro jokes. He caught your wrist when you went to slap his chest. Bringing your hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles. He rubbed his finger back and forth over yours after planting one last kiss to your cheek.

"Maybe you can show it to me? When we get you home?"

Lee had never in the six months you'd been married bothered to visit the lemon grove. Just knew it was a sacred space for you , a memento to your mother. This was the first time you're grateful for that. That in the chief's vast kingdom there could still be a place that could be just Zoro and yours.

"I would love that Zo."

You smiled before craning your neck to plant a kiss on his lips.

"I wanted to see your favorite place." Zoro admits once he sees you remember. "I thought it might give me some insight." 

"Insight?" You parrot in confusion. 

"You're hiding something from me." Zoro states plainly, drawing your eyes to him.

"You found out I'm married, what else can I be hiding Zoro?" Your voice trembles with exhaustion.

The swordsman narrows his eyes as he looks you over. That fury, and fire previously seen in the garden is long gone . All that remains is this inquisitive stare.

"I don't know, but you are... I wish you would let me help you."

"Help me-" There is a feigned smile painted on your lips. How could a pirate of the new world be so... heartening. Surely the horrors he has seen, far exceed the small misfortunes of your life.

"Zoro. I already told you to go. "

"If you looked at me and told me you didn't mean any of it I would've left. Sailed away and tried for the rest of my life never to think of you again, but you didn't. You told me you love me-"

"I do."

Zoro plops down onto the ash filled ground. He crosses his arms against his chest, and stares out at the rubble.

"Then I'm not leaving. Until you tell me what's going on, what's actually happening, I'm not going anywhere."

The way your heart swells at his proclamation is treacherous. Allowing yourself to be swooned by actions that could very well get the both of you executed. You almost think it's sweet, if it wasn't so stupid.

"Why do you care? Zoro I hurt you, why are you still chasing me?"

"... because I meant it when I said I love you. And I know you meant it too."

"You deserve someone better than me Zoro. Someone who won't hold you back, someone who won't hurt you, someone worthy of standing next to the world's strongest swordsman."

"I don't care what you think I deserve. That's not a decision for you to make." Zoro snaps.

"Zoro... " You sigh exasperatedly at his rebuttal. "Do you really think I won't hold you back? That you will still become the world's strongest swordsman if I'm standing next to you?"

"I don't think I will become the world's strongest swordsman if you aren't standing next to me." 

There's a sharp breath forced into your lungs at his confession. How could he say that with such certainty. It has only been two months. The two of you should be able to forget each other. Move on as if none of this happened- but Zoro stands before you stating he doesn't know if his dream will come true without you. A dream he has been chasing his entire life. A dream you've only come privy to in the last 60 days. 

"Tell me you don't love me- I'll go. If you look me in my eyes right now and say it, I'll leave." He challenges.

You search for the words on your tongue, though you cannot find them. No parts of you willing, or wanting to lie to the swordsman.

"I can't."

-

Zoro has kept his promise. The strawhat crew joining you and your husband for breakfast, lunch, and now dinner going on the third day in a row. You wonder what the pirate is waiting for? A confession? An outcry for help? Don't know what actions would be satisfactory enough to get him to sail away.

In all of those days Zoro has sat in that same seat, to the right of you at every meal. Some meals he would lightly brush his knees back and forth against yours. At others he would 'accidentally' knock his napkin off the table so he could pinch your thighs. In spite of your best efforts to forget the swordsman exists, he seems all too insistent on making his presence known.

"So Luffy, when do you think you and your crew will be leaving?" Lee asks. His voice does well to mask the irritation you can pin in the twitch of his eye. "We'd love to send you all off with a ball."

You suspect Lee's urging of the Strawhats' departure correlates to his growing  suspicion of the swordsman. The chief may be many things, but naïve has never been one of them. He takes note of the way Zoro's eye never leaves you, regardless of whoever is speaking. How the swordsman just couldn't be bothered to feign interest whenever the chief commands the room. You had spent every one of these past nights disavowing your feelings for the swordsman.

"We're thinking soon- Wednesday at the latest." Nami answers before her captain has the opportunity to. He seems to wear a confused look that is soon dissipated by her scowl. 

Two days.

Although you had trained yourself not to go looking for the swordsman, your eyes immediately fall onto him at the navigator's words. Your concern is met with raised bows, almost a silent challenge from the pirate.

Did he expect you to profess your love there at the dinner table? To look at your husband and gloat in the love you've been able to find? Neither are options being the choice was not yours. Lee has done a great job in ensuring you did not have any choices.

"Oh, I'll get the staff on preparations immediately. We will hold the ball tomorrow." Lee's smile is filled with pleasure.

His wife had returned home, and soon the guests he had been performing for would be on their way. Everything is on the road to being back to normal. Exactly how you remembered it. The thought sends a shiver down your body.

"Maybe y/n can take us to the shop to find a dress?" Robin suggests.

Lee is apprehensive about letting you go. Obvious from the way his smile falters at the archeologists suggestion. But he never could deny a pretty woman. Begrudgingly he agrees.

Part III

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A/N: Part three is in the works , I'm hoping to not go more than a week between chapters, but please don't hold me to that. The ADHD will make me a liar. Thank you to all the beautiful people who care about my work, and have so many kind words.

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[f0point5]

PERIOD

LH lost the title in Baku & Monaco

He could’ve finished in the points in Baku and have that lead but he didn’t, Monaco he finished 7th while Max won.

There were many instances where LH could’ve made up points but he didn’t. Max had 3 DNF’s + Hungary, other times he was always top 2, while LH was many times outside the podium (Baku, Monaco, Austria, Türkiye that come to mind) and if the Spa farce didn’t happen we wouldn’t even be having this conversation because half the points benefit LH.

Max deserved the title. Anyone who actually paid attention during the season would know that.

For me though, it comes down to that age old thing where you need someone to make a decision, give them a set of rules, and then expect them to interpret them the same way you do/in a way that benefits you.

I mean, the lapped cars ain’t even the real issue but actually Ted Kravitz any does not in fact mean all. Like it LITERALLY DOES NOT. They are two different words and the word was “any” and not “all”. Like…that line was not the serve he thinks it was it just exemplified his below average language comprehension.

And as I said, I do think Massi did a stupid thing to create a show but you know what was also stupid? Will.i.am in Miami. The ice bath content from all the teams. Everything they do to turn this sport into a spectacle like the NFL is kind of stupid imo. And the fact that Massi’s decision is used as an example of Red Bull favouritism and not the sport being turned into a Broadway production is just bias talking imo. Because if Max had been in an Alpine, or Red Bull had Checo driving, they’re still getting that final lap battle because it was not for Max or Red Bull, it was for Liberty Media.

[sweetpeapoppy]

Someone send Aston Martin a memo to give us the ice bath content we all deserve

[safetycar-restart]

today was... exciting? sweet charles would be so exhausted, like have you noticed how out of breath he was? poor thing could barely form a sentence.

he just deserves a nice bath and pampering when you get back home. he'd be laying there in the bubbles, while you massage his temples and his scalp, leaving kisses on his head, and he'd just hum in content. he'd feel so safe.

he wouldn't be that proud of his result, so he'd really only want to cuddle for a good hour, while he takes a little nap with his head on your chest, pawing at your breasts with one of his hands (he loves them).

he'd wake up squirming and whining with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, grinding against your thigh. he'd have his collar on at that point, so you took the sign and hooked your finger under the collar, tugging at it, and getting such a pornographic moan from charles. he'd keep grinding against you, as you tug at his collar, his hair and playing with his nipples. he cums in his pants, and looks up at you with puppy eyes, silently requesting kisses.

of course, you're more than happy to kiss his lips and his forehead a couple times, before moving on to finger him, catching him by suprise, the poor thing gasping into your mouth. his eyes would be brimming with tears as he hiccups feeling so good, which is exactly what he'd tell you. he'd say stuff like "feels so good", "love going dumb on your fingers" and his personal favorite "thank you, mommy".

you'd clean him up after he cums, you'd make him dinner while he sits and watches you on the counter, him occasionally stealing a piece of cucumber from the cutting board, giggling away as he nibbles at the small piece of vegetable. he'd probably spend the rest of the day following you around the house no matter what you do.

- 📓

Right ok that’s it, 📓 anon you need to marry me. Right now. Marriage. Now. Anyway while we wait on the marriage certificate, let’s answer this banger ask because it’s so fucking good.

(Because you mentioned the collar, I assume that this is d/s au Charles? And also because I love the d/s au and miss writing it so this is gonna be d/s au)

Charles would be so tired! Like usually he’s pretty tired after a race, but after that race? Your little one is just EXHAUSTED.

After the podium, but before media, he goes to you for his collar and usually he gets a hug and a kiss and a little bit of praise. But this time, he doesn’t just hug you, he basically falls into you? He doesn’t even try to hold up his own body weight, leaning his entire weight onto you and nearly knocking you both over because you weren’t expecting that.

He literally has to be coxed into letting of you? Cause he’s just so tired and worn out and disappointed in himself and he just…. He doesn’t want to have to leave you again.

Eventually you manage to coax him into doing his media duties and then he gets to go back to the hotel room with you.

You expect him to sleep instantly, because it’s very late by now. Except he can’t? He’s so tired and worn out and he really wants to sleep but he can’t seem to.

So you have a bath with him. And he loves it so much. You only run the water lukewarm because he’s still burning up a little from how hot the race is. And you make sure there’s a glass of ice water with a straw near the bath the Charles can sip on the entire time.

He absolutely needs to have his hair played with!! You give him head massages and forehead kisses while he sips the ice water and just smiles to himself because this is absolutely perfect. This is everything.

Then when he’s all plaint and nearly falling asleep, you rinse him off and it’s off to bed.

You’re wide awake at this point, because you’re Charles’a dom and he needs you. So you don’t even think about sleeping then, you can crash when Charles is 100% okay.

Until then, you just be a human pillow.

He manages about an hour lap, by now it’s the early hours of the morning. He just lays against you, comfy and safe in a light slumber.

When he wakes again, you’re not surprised that he’s slowly grinding against the bed. He often wakes up hard from naps against you, and he absolutely deserves to cum like that.

Usually you’d turn him onto his back, give him a handjob or play with his ass a little. But now, he’s smiling sleepily up at you, grinding down slowly against the bed and he just seems so comfy? You don’t see any reason to move him.

When you tug at his collar, the moan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic, grinding harder against the bed and letting out little whines.

Maybe you let him suck on a titty? Well you don’t let him, as much as he starts mouthing at your breast over your t shirt and huffs unhappily. He’s even less happy when you push him off you, pouting with tears in his eyes, until he sees you lift your t shirt up and then he instantly just dives back down, sucking on you and whining.

You tug at his collar and his hair, running your hands along his back every now and then and encouraging him to cum for you, telling him you want him to cum nice and hard for you.

He cries when he cums, the tears running down his cheeks and hitting your skin. But he’s smiling, stopping sucking you so that he can shuffle up a little to get a kiss.

“Feel good?” You ask, though you know the answer.

“Feel so good mommy,” he mumbles, smiling.

He squeaks when you let your hand drift further down to cup his ass, and then well… you weren’t going to play with his ass before. But now? Now that he squeaked? Absolutely.

You grab his shoulders, pushing him down and rolling on top of him. And he giggles so much! He loves being manhandled so much, and now he’s all soft and plaint from orgasm and his nap and now his mommy has flipped him over? Incredible.

You decide you have to just finger him a little. There’s not enough time for pegging just because you want him to still get some sleep before his flight to Japan. But he just looks to cute for you to not have him be on your fingers a little.

He’s so happy then, laying on his back and whining and mumbling how much he loves you and how happy he is, how good he feels.

And you say “I’m glad, you’re the best little one. Yeah? The best.”

He falls asleep properly before you even finish cleaning him up.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Pizza and Ice Cube Trays

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

Part of me is worried that I went too far but he came so hard he practically took my cock off.

For a second I wasn't sure he would let me have it back.

Granted, I was coming so hard that I didn't really care.

His eyes are still damp and I wipe away a tear that's near the corner of his eye.

Him crying did something to me, a lot of things to me.

I'm still trying to process.

I need to get him off of this hard floor and cleaned up.

It's a good place to start.

I run my hand down his back and squeeze his ass gently.

"You must miss me. I bet your ass is begging to be filled right now, isn't it?"

"It is, Emmett. How did you know? I feel so empty," his voice sounds happy but also very far away.

"I want you to pay attention to that feeling Finn. You miss me but you feel good, don't you? That's because you needed to be fucked and you got fucked properly, by a man. Enjoy it, this is your reward for making me feel good."

"I'm glad I made you feel good, Emmett but I don't wanna do it again."

'Yeah, right.'

"Too bad, you're already becoming a little slut, MY little slut and you're going to need it. You're going to need to feel this way, baby boy, you'll need me to hurt you. You'll learn eventually and I don't mind reminding you over and over again if I need to. Now, let's get up and get you cleaned up. You're filthy, you're a filthy little slut."

He's grinning.

"Hmm. I am, aren't I? I like this part,.I like after but I still don't wanna do it again."

"I don't care."

I help him up and he wobbles a bit, takes a deep breath and then seems more steady.

"Damn, you fucked me so good, Emmett."

I kiss him, hard at first but then gently, working over and leaving little kisses on the side of his mouth, down his jaw and under his ear.

"So nice" he whispers.

"It's giving me chills."

"You need a warm bath and you're gaping open so nice that you'll get clean."

He looks at me then, his eyes wide... does he think I'm kidding?

"You can look. You should know what your hole looks like after it's been used properly."

He may not want to get stretched out much and I have no need to turn him inside out or be able to see his tonsils but I happen to love a winking, well used hole.

I love watching one try to close after I've fucked it.

I want to slip a finger inside to show him but after what he took I don't dare.

He's going to be sore although hopefully the plugs helped a lot.

I'll have to ask him tomorrow.

I start the bath water, dump in some bubble bath and hand him a little mirror.

"I'll be right back to help you get in."

I need to gather the toys and get them into the sink and try to put the living room back together enough that we can sit down at least.

Most importantly, I need to do all of that quickly so I can get back in there and take care of Finnegan.

Being a 'Dom' is hard work but I love every second of it.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

He's testing the water when I come back in and I wonder if he snuck a peek at himself.

"How is it?"

"Good. Can I get in?"

I hold onto him as he steps in and then relax once he's settled.

"Oh that's nice. Emm?"

"Yes?"

"That was amazing."

'Thank God.'

"Good. You deserved it, darling. Is that what you wanted tonight?"

"Wanted and needed. You're so good to me, thank you. It feels weird thanking you for that because I'm still a little bit there, in my head, but I hope you know that it was perfect. I loved every second of it. I just want to veg and let my brain shut down, is that okay?"

"Of course. I won't worry now that you've told me you're okay. We can have an easy night, I'll tuck you in whenever you're tired and read your story."

"You can take my picture tonight, if you want. I know I won but I don't mind, I trust you."

That came out of nowhere but it could not be more perfect.

"I would love that. I'd love to have a picture of you well-fucked and in my bed. Especially tonight, I'll always remember when I took it and it will mean a lot to me."

"You're sweet to me.  Pick me out some undies."

"Will do."

If the Batman undies are here I will definitely pick those because they were the first ones I saw.

Breaking through that wall made all of this possible.

It's hard to believe that was just a few, short weeks ago.

Right this instant I'm having a hard time remembering what my life was like before him and I definitely can't imagine what will happen once he's gone.

I need to stop, thinking about it will do no good... they're here.

I grab them and take them into the bathroom with me.

As soon as I sit back down I realize that I'm starving.

I think I was too busy to realize until now but we didn't actually have dinner.

That needs to happen next, I think tonight calls for pizza.

"Do you want pizza, Finn?"

His eyes light up.

"Yes, please."

Not the healthiest meals today but I'll do better tomorrow.

"You're spending the night here, right?"

"Hmm."

"Good. I enjoy sleeping with you."

"And waking up with me," Finnegan adds.

"Of course but feel free to take tomorrow off, darling."

"When are you going to realize that I'm doing it for me? I mean, I love that you enjoy it but I need it, Emmett. It's a wonderful way to wake up, especially the vibrator, that was so fun."

He stretches his arms up over his head.

"Not sure how I survived for so long without having your cum for breakfast. Hey, can you get a test done?"

A test? Ohh.

"I can, had one in February though and haven't been with anyone but you since then."

That's sad, maybe I shouldn't have admitted that.

"I was thinking, well you mentioned shooting my own cum up my ass which sounds kinky and crazy and something I'd definitely like to try once but I'd much prefer yours, I think. I've never barebacked and I should probably think about this when I'm more clear-headed but, well it sounds really good, Emmett."

Getting to actually seed his ass?

That's the shit that daydreams are made of and wet dreams.

"I knew a guy, said he jacked off into an ice cube tray. Then he'd stick them all up his ass and fuck himself using his own cum as lube."

"You know some crazy people, Emmett."

"You meet all kinds in the army. I sort of believe him because he told us not to use the regular trays, to find the ones that make smaller, round cubes and to cover it or they'd get freezer burn. Sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, please, continue. I've learned a lot this week."

"I'm destroying your innocence and I should stop. I sort of like it, it's endearing, and I think I've taken enough of it for one evening. Besides, we need to get you dressed before the pizza arrives."

He hops up quicker than I expect and I wrap him up in a towel and then help him step into his undies.

"I'm glad you're keeping track of things, I can barely remember my own name tonight."

"That's okay, that's what I'm here for."

[mwblack1966]

Casa Noble Reposado

A lot of people do not realize, as I did not, that tequila, good tequila, is made to be sipped.  The reason that crap tequila (Jose Cue... cough, cough) is shot with salt and lime is because it is just that: crap tequila. The salt and lime are not there to enhance the flavor of the agave distilled spirits. It is there to take the gag out of the low quality tequila so that you can actually get it down. 

Good tequilas are made to be sipped; to be enjoyed while spending time reminiscing with old friends around a fire pit.  These tequilas do not come “dressed” (salt and lime). They are served at room temperature and neat (without ice).  Why?  Because you don’t need the lime or salt to hide the flavor of good tequila. 

A short lesson on types of tequila. There are five different types of tequila. These are determined by aging: blanco, reposado, añejo, extra añejo, and cristalino.

Blanco: Sometimes called Plata or Silver.   This goes straight from the still, to a stainless-steel collector, to the bottle and then to a store for you to purchase.  There is no aging to mellow this tequila and therefore you get more of a bright, colorful agave flavor.

Reposado: Rested tequila.  It has been aged in oak barrels, but no more than 364 days. This gives it the nice toasty, warm, oaky flavors that you might associate with a good whiskey. A reposado is the tequila of choice for margaritas on my patio.   

Añejo: This is the same as Reposado, but it has been aged for more than 364 days. For a tequila to be considered añejo, it has been aged from one year (to the day) up to 3 years. This extra aging gives the tequila an even smoother, deeper flavor than a reposado. This is not a tequila you would likely mix in a cocktail, because 1. You cannot enjoy the smoothness of the tequila, and 2. The price tag typically associated with a good añejo does not lend itself to be poured into a gallon jug of your fave margarita mix to haul to your next neighborhood block party.

Extra Añejo: This is a fairly new designation for tequila that has been aged longer than 3 years.  This is the tequila that will have the most complex flavors.   

Cristalino: This is a new classification that’s all the rage currently. Aged tequila is filtered through charcoal to remove tannins. Supposedly, it softens the mouthfeel.  What it does do is remove the color without doubt.   This is on my bucket list to try. 

I promised myself when I started this blog that I would adhere to two rules: 1. That I would only recommend liquors that I had actually tried and liked, and 2. That I would only recommend liquors that we all could afford. 

This bottle of tequila checks both of those boxes. 

Casa Noble Reposado

This bottle is around $40 for a 750ml.  Traveling from Mexico and across the border in the back of a truck is not without its dangers.  This bottle has the scars to prove it as it is missing the medallion that typically adorns these bottles.

The bottle itself is a nice, corked bottle, not screw top.  It is signed by the Maestro Tequilero or Master Tequila Distiller, Jose “Pepe” Hermosillo.   We use one of these bottles for a decanter in our home.  I mean, I paid for the bottle not just the contents, right?

But inside the bottle is where the real magic begins.  The color is a light golden honey color.  Just slightly lighter than say Tequila Reserva 1800.  This tequila goes into the French White Oak barrel as a plata and emerges 364 days later as a beautiful reposado full of all the oak infused goodness that a tequila like this deserves. 

The nose hits nicely as it is a little fruity, like a nice wine.   The first thing to hit the palate is the slight smokiness.  It is then followed by hints of caramel and brown sugar. As it finishes, the notes of peppery spiciness and fruit bathe the tongue.

When I was in Mexico a couple of years ago, a guy that was trying to sell me tequila said, “You judge it by the scorpion stings (the burning sensations experienced in the throat when drinking straight tequila). Good tequila is smooth without a lot of stings.” I would say this has maybe one and half stings.  It is not Clase Azul Reposado (a review for another day), but it is also not $200 a bottle like Clase Azul. 

If you are looking for a nice sipping tequila to serve to friends to let them know that you care about them and cherish their friendship, then this tequila will not disappoint.  This gets an overall Paranormal-Spirits Rating of 3.5  Ghosts based on a 1 to 5 rating system.

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Mike Black

Photo by Alyssa Black

Featured watch. is a Zodiac Sea Dragon Chronograph Z02236

[dainty-baneberry]

26: Break A Leg

“Storm Captain Baneberry, retired. I’ve a reservation for a private dip.” The attendant at the Warmwine Sanitorium was busy with a spot of math at that particular moment and did not bother to look away from her abacus for this person who was checking in decidedly late. 

“Of course ma’am.” the attendant offered, going through the protocols distractedly. “How did you acquire the injuries you’ll be treating today?” “Oh, the usual. Doing battle with the manifestation of Hopelessness and the End of Days at the edge of the Universe…” The attendant gasped, head shooting up to regard the bikini clad Au Ra woman who continued on blithely; “.... followed shortly thereafter with a fist fight to the death with a primal and voidsent empowered Imperial Prince whom had gorged himself on the remains of the Mother Crystal.” The woman stared at the Warrior of Light. Who stared straight back with an expression of impassivity.

She had told no lies and was already changed into her bathing attire, a towel folded over one delicate arm. She needed only to be shown to the corner of the hot springs reserved for her and given her allotment of medicinal wine. “I… I…” the attendant struggled, still staring at the diminutive scaled woman. 

No one had warned her they would be serving such an illustrious guest that day and, if she was honest, she had imagined that the Warrior of Light would have been taller. The attendant rallied admirably, however; “Two bottles of wine for your soak then?”

One mint green eyebrow twitched over stoic magenta and orange limbal ringed eyes managing to convey dissatisfaction with only the tiniest of an expression change. “Three!” That earned the attendant a crisp nod of acceptance. Supplies were quickly collected and the attendant had the great honor of leading the Warrior of Light herself, clad in a very pretty black bikini and what appeared to be Far Eastern inspired sandals, to a private section of the Camp Bronze Lake hot springs for a very well deserved soak. A problem quickly became apparent, however, as the pool was already occupied. A Roegadyn pair, one Sea Wolf and one Hellsguard were currently relaxed therein. One of the many intern physickers who worked as servers and kept an eye on the bathers was just filling their glasses from their bottle of medicinal wine. 

“Oh…oh!” the attendant glanced back and forth between her patron and the other group, slightly panicked at the obvious doubling up of reservations that had already occurred. “Oh dear, we were warned this might happen.” The female of the pair spoke, rising to her feet swiftly. “We were only given this spot as they thought the original owner of the reservation was not coming. We were advised we would have to join the regular bathers if they showed up late.” “I was late.” Dainty agreed, having swanned in a full hour after she had intended to arrive. “If y’all aren’t inclined to be chatty I would be willing to share this once.” “Damned good of you, ma’am!” The man spoke. He was Sea Wolf, with sea green skin and pale gray almost white eyes that seemed to glare out of his rugged features. “Another bottle, on our tab, for the Lady.” For his looks he was as amiable as any. Disaster averted as best she could tell the attendant quickly saw the Warrior of Light settled in the warm water and furnished with a glass of wine from her allotment of now bottles. They remained chilled on ice within easy grabbing range for the bathers.

Dainty was content to ignore her accidental companions at first, letting the hot, gently undulating waters envelope her rather battered body. Her eyes drifted closed, relaxed and reclined until her sensitive cranial projections sensed the intern moving away to leave them in private.

“How yah been Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn?” Dainty drawled without opening her eyes. “I must admit to having been better, Dainty Baneberry.”  Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn muttered into his wine, taking a long pull of it as Defiant Rose gave his shoulder a consoling rub. “I heard from Mama about your ex-fiancee. My condolences.” Dainty offered, sitting up and reaching for her own wine. “It had to be done.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn insisted on the ending of the relationship, mostly talking to himself rather than his adopted sister. It was Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn’s idea for the trio of them to accidentally meet at the Warmwine Sanitorium so that he and Defiant Rose could visit with their wandering sister and all enjoy the healing benefits of the hot springs. Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn had broken his leg as a child, or rather his violent drunkard uncle had broken it for him. After a strenuous few weeks work as a line cook it tended to bother him and cause him to seek out the springs. Defiant Rose had been injured later in life, a nasty infection caused by a Wespe bite had left her with a lingering pain in her chest that flared up after heavy physical activity. A days R and R at Camp Bronzelake always set her right, however. “Mama spoke of you breaking up as you could not trust her?” Dainty pressed. She preferred not to be involved in, or the subject of gossip but quite enjoyed listening to other peoples. “Our family is close but hers was … something else.” Defiant Rose commented sardonically before noting Dainty struggling with her hair and moving to twist it up for her tiniest sister. Dainty’s hair was naturally curly, although she tended to style it straight with heat and expensive potions. In the humidity of the baths the mint green locks were starting to frizz and rebel.

Fortunately for Dainty her sister was well used to managing their nieces wayward locks. 

Dainty sipped her wine, allowing herself to be fawned over. It was not something she generally tolerated well but in this instance she allowed it as it meant she did not have to relieve herself of her wine glass to attend to her curls. “Anything and everything that occurred, good or bad or mundane, was relayed to her own Mother in such minute detail. Even things that had no business being discussed outside of a couple’s bedroom. I thought she would grow out of it, for so long it was only her and her Mother, of course they would rely upon each other so heavily through turbulent times. But, as Defiant Rose pointed out, if I could not even consider the idea of telling her the family secret then I had no right to bring her into the family.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn explained. The family secret sipped her wine as Defiant Rose first braided her mint green hair and then coiled it up to neatly restrain it on top of Dainty’s head with a bit of leather thonging.

“And really was there any point in wedding a lass when you’re in love with Defiant Rose?” Dainty drawled into her wine glass. Defiant Rose fully squawked in protest as Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn noticeably paled, despite his green skin. “You… I… I….”

Defiant Rose, the attitude she was named for deserting her for several moments, sat opening and closing her mouth in silence. Dainty smirked, drained her glass and poured herself another one, filling her glass all the way to the rim and emptying the bottle rather shamelessly. 

“You know of that…then?” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn managed through his shock.

Dainty Baneberry was the least connected of all the siblings, being an Adventurer as she was. It was only natural that she checked in very little with the large family as her travels took her from one end of creation to the other, quite literally. He could not fathom how she had managed to divine a secret that both Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose had been determined to keep dead and buried and take to their graves. “Mama told me about it on my first night home.” “Mama knows about it?!” Defiant Rose half bellowed, uncaring for where she was and ignoring the gazes that suddenly moved in their direction. She glared at them until they looked away then hissed at Dainty. “Mama knows??” “Aye.” Dainty smirked, languishing in the waters as if she had not a concern in the entire world. 

In a way she didn’t. The dramatics of her family were absolutely harmless in comparison to all that she had faced in defeating the Endsinger and Zenos and saving their Star. She had not been exaggerating in the slightest when she spoke to the attendant that her wounds had come from “doing battle with the manifestation of Hopelessness and the End of Days at the edge of the Universe.”

Dainty sipped carefully from her over-filled glass and added: “Mama knew not how to address the issue between the pair of you. She spoke of a previous attempt by the Doman sisters, after Defiant Rose’ illness, that was met with such intense denials that she feared the pair of you were oblivious, or worse delusional. I told her to set her mind at ease upon the subject, neither of you would have the balls to lie to me about it.” “Dainty Baneberry you have the manners and subtlety of a rabid auroch!” Defiant Rose accused. “Aye.” Dainty agreed blithely.

This was far from the 1st time she had been accused of such and as it was wholly true she was certain it would not be the last. Dainty was also not wrong about her siblings being unable to keep secrets from her. They all beheld her in such absolute awe and reverence and Dainty was naturally an excellent listener as a by-product of being prone to silence. People often found her mannerisms awkward and said too much around her to fill in the gaps of the conversation.

Dainty sunk down in warm waters until even her chin was dipped in the healing springs and closing her eyes as, somewhat predictably, her adopted siblings instantly took to explaining themselves unnecessarily. If Dainty was listening to Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose’s chatterings she gave little indication of it. In truth she already knew what they had to say. Their whip smart and ever observant Mama had been observing the delicate, unspoken dance between the pair of them and had conveyed it matter of factly to her wandering daughter. The crux of the issue was that although in Joyful River’s clan a sister was a sister, a brother was a brother Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose had never been raised around one another as siblings. When Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn had been adopted at 9, Defiant Rose was a newborn of just 3 months old. By the time she was old enough to form memories of her siblings, Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn was out of the house for a baking apprenticeship. Over the course of Defiant Rose’s childhood and teenage years they had spent perhaps a total of just 10 days in each other's company and even then it was during events where the whole family got together so they interacted very little. It wasn’t until Defiant Rose was bed-ridden and Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn was one of the only siblings close by and with enough time to help tend to her that the pair formed any sort of a connection.

That connection had proven to not be one of siblings and both felt intensely guilty and that they had somehow betrayed their Mama for this.

It was only when one of the intern physickers checked in upon them, and gave a little “hmph!” to remind Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn and Defiant Rose that their companion had requested that they not chatter that the Roegadyn pair fell silent. Defiant Rose regarded her auri sister, small enough to float in the shallow waters while her adopted siblings towered over her even when sitting.

“You’ve been ta the far side of th’Universe and back.” Defiant Rose observed. “How inconsequential our lives must be to you.”

“To a woman such as yourself, truly none of this much matters.” Sterrthuv Rostyndynsyn agreed, thinking himself silly for bothering a literal World Savior with something so trivial as his conflicted affections for Defiant Rose.

“It matters.” Dainty corrected, sitting up at last and opening her eyes. “It has to matter. Or else what I do…does not matter.”

She saw the confusion writ plainly on her sibling's faces and although it was not normally her way to be verbose, wine did have a tendency to loosen her tongue. “For whom do I fight if not for you. So that you are free to make as much a mess of your own lives as you and you alone see fit.”

[pineapple-lover-boy]

I can just imagine what Yuri living with Victor and Yurio in Russia would be like:

He and Victor sharing an apartment and bed because let’s be honest, they’ve already done this before

Yuri training with the rest of the Russian bunch and becoming Yakov’s favorite because he’s the only one that’ll put consideration into what Yakov says (still doesn’t listen most of the time though)

Yuri asking different things about Russian culture and monuments

Yurio cutting Victor off before he can speak because he’ll be damned if he isn’t the one to tell Yuri everything

Yuri meeting Yurio’s grandfather and gushing over the food he makes

Grandpa makes a sly comment to Yurio later about how he should keep Yuri and Yurio seriously thought about it

Yuri giving Georgi some relationship advice and how kisses do not work for problem solving

Seriously, him and Georgi becoming friends cause all we got to see of him was jealousy and being heartbroken

We deserve more Georgi content, end of discussion

He and Victor collectively laughing when Mila pulls her antics on Yurio

Victor not laughing all that much when Mila starts flirting with Yuri, whether she wants to get on Victor’s nerves or not

Lilia actually warming up to Yuri because of his determination and also cause he knows ballet pretty and can move like a woman~

Another one hopping on the Yuri Squared train

Victor catches on and just decimates everyone by dipping Yuri, while on the ice, and having a full on make out session right there

Coincidentally, the topic of Yuri Squared is never brought up again

Probably cause of Yakov’s yelling, Georgi’s crying, and Yurio’s barfing

After hours Yuri, Victor, and Makkachin cuddle up together on the couch while watching a movie (definitely something Disney cause Victor is still shit at Japanese, Yuri still hasn’t mastered Russian, and they’re both children)

Who falls asleep first depends on who worked more but most of the time it’s Yuri because Victor always makes him little spoon for his ego and Victor is just so warm when wrapped around him

Victor never carries Yuri to the bed

Either Victor stays cuddled up with Yuri as he sleeps

Or he just lazily throws a blanket on top of him while dragging Makkachin to the more comfortable bed

Yuri is the first to wake up in the morning, surprisingly

If they have work then it’s Victor, otherwise it’s Yuri

Victor is incredibly lazy when he knows he has nothing to do

Luckily Yuri always knows how to cook something because of his family’s business

When Victor wakes up first? Be prepared for burnt toast and mostly raw eggs

Either that or he doesn’t cook at all

On late nights when neither can go to sleep Victor will turn up the AC and run a hot bath to simulate the feeling of the hot springs

Whether he does this for Yuri or himself? We will never know

Since Makkachin can never control himself, there was one point where he jumped in the bath with them

And then shook the water off himself

They couldn’t get the smell of extremely wet dog off of them for days

Yurio is always there for sleepovers

I don’t care whether you ship it or not

He always ends up cuddling Yuri and kicking Victor off the bed on his sleep

Yurio was not allowed for sleepovers after the second night

But Yurio doesn’t give a shit

He now sleeps there almost every night

Father!Victuuri confirmed

Despite what people think, it is much more hectic when their in Russia than in Japan

As if anyone doubted that

But that’s the way they like it :)

Even though it was head canons from the start, this came out as way more Domestic!Victuuri than I thought it would be. But who’s complaining?

Bonus:

Otabek definitely comes to visit Yurio for a couple of weeks and this makes Father!Victuuri go from 10 to 100

Victor asks the more embarrassing questions

“So what are you planning to do with our little Yurio baby?”

“Yurio may be a raging kitten but he’s still small~”

“You saved Yurio from his fangirls that were stalking him? Say, how did you know when to become a knight in shining armor? Are you one of his angels?~”

Yurio almost kills Victor

Yuri asks more subdued questions

“How long are you planning on staying?”

Yuri’s mind: if he stays longer than a week then he has feelings. Wait. Are he and Yuri secretly dating? I should get Victor to ask.

“Do you like Russia?”

Yuri’s mind: would you be willing to stay with Yuri or would you whisk him away from us? *suspicious pork cutlet bowl noises*

Yurio begs Otabek never to come to Russia, or anywhere where Victor and Yuri are, again

“I’ll fly to you.”

Victuuri catch that part and automatically assume they’re dating aren’t they though

Now assuming knowing that it’s not a one sided relationship they kill Yurio by congratulating the both of them and being their sappy selves

Yurio stays in his room crying for hours until he gets a text from Otabek saying that he didn’t all the stuff that Victuuri said

What really got Yurio was the wink emoji he sent after

Killed twice in one day, brutal

This came out longer than I thought.

[msmarvelwrites]

For Old Times' Sake

Summary: “Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,”

Pairing: TFATWS Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Vaginal penetration, fingering, Choking, Bucky with the filthy words, mutual pining.

Word Count: 2.8K

Authors Note: WOW! It has literally been a hot minute hasn't it? I cant say that I’m not a little excited about this 3rd lock-down in Ontario because it means I can actually find time to write. I’m sorry it’s been so long, babes. Anyways, enjoy! (I’m actually the worst and it’s been so long since I’ve done this!) The Biggest Thank You to @sweeterthanthis for literally cheering me on the entire time. This was such garbage before you came along 😂 I had so much fun with this one babe 💕 thank you for all you do ✨

The wind whipped against your face, bruising your skin with it’s callousness. Though the unwelcomed lash was nothing compared to what was to come. Or who, for that matter. 

It had been longer than you cared to admit. The dodged calls hanging at the bottom of the icon on your phone serving as a cruel reminder of how cold you had been. Of course, it was never in your job description to take care of Bucky after Steve left— but there was an implication that made you run for the hills. 

You couldn't do anything for him - give him anything. The last five years had consisted of running and trying to start over. 

Besides, after the Accords, in the government's eyes you were just as fucked as Hydra. An ally turned fugitive the moment you’d chosen your side in that airport. You’d fight with yourself most nights that you decided with your head, but your first evening with a man who had bruised your lips with promises of what would come may have had more pull than anything else. 

The same man that had called you every week for the past six months… The same man you had spent countless nights with, years of your life you would never be able to scrub away, no matter how hard you tried. 

You had watched from afar as half of the world returned, their loved ones welcoming them home with teary eyes and broken hearts. You watched as he came home. His eyes, always scanning the crowds waiting for you. Waiting to see your face. 

It made all of this so, so much worse. This was definitely not the homecoming you could have hoped for. 

“We’re nearing the drop.” Your comm’s rang with a woman's voice who had helped smuggle you onto the craft. You weren’t exactly welcome in europe at the moment- or anywhere for that matter. The government did not take lightly to your’s and Sharon’s betrayal. You’d think that after everything the world had seen they would be a little more forgiving, but you couldn't exactly blame them for their trust issues either. 

You could, however, blame yourself. 

As soon as your feet hit the ground you were off. The distress call had come from Sam earlier that evening and now with the sun setting you could only hope you weren't too late. You tried to push the man who had haunted your thoughts for the past few years out of your head, desperate to focus on the task at hand. 

Bullets exploded through the air, a warning as you were approaching the large shipping container unit. Your comms went static as they began to connect with Sam’s, his voice ringing through your ears as—

“Sam, a little help here!” 

His voice stopped you dead in your tracks. 

“I’m on my way - called in some back up.” Sam grunted as the sound of strangled yelps echoed around you. 

“Back up? Who do we know that-” Bucky’s words were cut short as he let out a growl, the sound of his vibranium arm whirling in the background. 

You rushed in without a second thought, the sound of his pain too raw as it ripped through your chest. Before you could assess the danger, you charged forward, hurling yourself at a large man pointing his gun right at- 

With a loud thud, the man hit the ground. Your combat boot, heavy on his throat until he went still, and with it came silence. It was deafening despite the explosive gunfire around you. 

“Y/n?” 

Your name ripped through the air, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Back turned and body rigid, you were frozen in place. Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue, soft and get so personal. Like no one had spoken it before. 

“Y/n, what are you-”

Sam's voice cut the newly cropped brunettes words off,  “I got two coming in on your left, Buck. Oh- and welcome back, Y/L/N.” 

You smiled sheepishly at Bucky, pulling your gun from its holster and flicking the safety off as you closed your distance with him. Despite the aggravation apparent on his face, a broken smile seemed to be pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Here we go again, huh?”  You chimed, your eyes locking with his just as all hell broke loose. 

The trip back to Sam and Bucky’s base was one filled with uncomfortable silence, and a tension that had your blood running cold. 

Once the adrenaline of the fight had worn off and you were left face to face with Bucky Barnes, the guilt began to creep in. 

“So…” Sam started from the backseat of the beat-up truck, the suddenness of his words startling both you and Bucky for a moment. “Long time no see.” 

The scoff that left Bucky’s lips wasn't as subtle as you imagined he meant it to be. You tried not to let it bother you; in fact, you had prepared for this. How he might react when you finally returned home. What you weren't prepared for, however, was how indescribably gutted you would feel to watch him - eyes trained to the road ahead - as he gritted his teeth at your proximity. 

To say that yours and Bucky’s relationship before the snap was easy would be incredibly delusional. It was messy and at it’s best dysfunctional. But for whatever reason, the two of you looked beyond that. He saw through you like no one ever had and before you knew it, the two of you were glued at the hip. It didn't make sense, but no questions were ever asked. 

You just fit. 

And of course there was the sex. Good god, you could feel your thighs clenching at the thought. 

The way’s Bucky knew how to take you apart, with an accuracy that only he had. How he had your toes curling and body vibrating from the flick of his tongue. How he would have you screaming the most filthy things for him, all while begging to never ever—

“Y/n?” 

Sam’s voice was like an ice bath. Your name yanking you back into the present and the question at hand. What was the question again? You couldn't think straight. Not when Bucky was staring at you the way he was, one brow cocked and that same familiar smirk plastered on his lips. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he could read your thoughts. 

“Sorry- I… I was…” You couldn't seem to bring yourself back to this realm, too lost in the Super Soldier’s stormy eyes to remember what exactly you were trying to say. 

“He asked you where you’ve been, Y/n.” Bucky spoke your name like it was a curse, laced with razor sharp ache and pain. His eyes told a different story though. The way he looked at you; the same way he always did. 

With a warmth that only he had for you. It made you shiver. 

“Running, mostly.” You started, your body physically breaking your gaze with Bucky. It was too much, watching him glare down at you. And maybe you deserved it. 

“And you never thought to, I don't know, call me?” Bucky’s words were spiteful, oozing with a disdain that was beginning to wear down your patience. 

“It wasn't like that, Buck-”

“You can’t call me that anymore.” He snapped, his eyes trained on the road. Your gaze snapped to him, brow arched as you all but scoffed at him. 

“Oh, I can't?” You chuckled, but the sound came out flat. He had every right to ask you where you've been. Hell, get angry if he wanted. But the way his words seeped with disgust made your blood boil. 

“Okay, okay guys. Let’s all take a breath and just—”

“Shut up, Sam.” You both snarled, causing Sam to roll his eyes as Bucky pulled into a long winding driveway with a small log cabin sat at the end of it. You reached for your seatbelt until your door swung open. 

“You two figure your shit out. Whatever this is,” Sam motioned to the space between you two, “ isn’t leaving this car. I’ll be inside. Feel free to come in when y'all have killed and made up, okay?” With that, Sam slammed the door leaving Bucky and you alone in your static tension.

Bucky worried on his lip, his eyes trained to his lap. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words seemed caught in your throat. 

“You didn't even call…” 

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. But you did… 

Voice small and so filled with ache; it kicked you in the stomach, the guilt washing away any anger you had felt. 

“Bucky… I- I couldn't.” You forced out, tentative as you met his gaze, stomach dropping as your eyes locked with his. 

“I thought I lost you. I thought - I mean, fuck - you were all I cared about.” He sighed, clearing his throat as if it would help ease his discomfort. “I looked for you, ya know?” He chuckled, but there was no warmth behind it. Just a brokenness that made you squirm. 

“It’s not your fault—”

“Oh, I know it’s not.” Bucky quipped, his eyes flicking away from yours and turning back to face the cabin. “It was your own selfish decision.” 

You scoffed, head snapping back to meet his glare. “Selfish? Bucky, I had no other choice. Not everyone can be pardoned for their crimes. It’s not like I had Steve Rogers advocating for my freedom!” 

Bucky only rolled his eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, you swore he might rip it clean off the car.  “Don’t bring him into this. You don't think that I would have done everything to get to you? To clear your name?”

You laughed bitterly, blinking away the tears that welled at the corners of your eyes. 

“You gotta at least give me more credit than that, Doll.” The pet name rolled off this tongue easily, washing over you, and making you freeze. 

“Please don’t call me that…” You faltered, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek. 

It seemed the tension dissipated in that moment, silence heavy between you both as Bucky reached out, his flesh fingers finding a tear and brushing it away. You tried to speak, but with everything that had been said, and all that would never be, you decided words just weren’t enough. 

You didn't have time to object before his lips were on yours, your body moving at its own accord as he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs either side of him as his tongue swept across your bottom lip. You tried to moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound. He rendered you breathless, his taste intoxicating as you melted into his embrace, grinding into him and shivering when a familiar growl slipped from his lips; vibrating against your mouth. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” You moaned out, clutching his jacket as you licked down his neck. His skin was burning against your lips, the rumble of his breath heavy against your ear as he let out a dark chuckle, urging you on. 

“Well, if you had just called me—” 

Before he could finish the sentence, you reached for the recliner, snapping it forward as you toppled forwards onto Bucky’s chest. His words fell back into his throat, hands automatically finding your hips to steady you while you fumbled with his belt. 

“Doll—” He tried to start, but you swallowed the name with your kiss, heated and rooted in a desperate need to feel him again. You ached for him in a way you’d never felt before. 

Maybe what you had was unfixable. Maybe it was beyond repair, but with the way he was kissing you and hiking down your pants, it didn't matter. You were drunk on him, and by the way he bucked his hips, so was he. 

You shivered as his vibranium fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down over your legs as you both awkwardly tried to move in the cramped seat. You wanted to laugh, but as his cold thumb swiped through your slick folds, all you could do was whine. 

“So wet for me…” He hummed, teeth sinking into your throat as he pulled a whimper from your lips. 

You cursed, hands propping you up on either side of him as he dipped his index finger into you, the intrusion enough to have your back arching into him, desperate for more. 

But Bucky was a tease. And even now, after all of this time, it was the very thing that had your buckling above him. Pleading and begging for more.

“Look at you.” He started, his eyes dark as he pushed deeper inside, his finger curing into you as you gasped. 

“P-please, Buck.” You begged, grinding down onto his hand. To your dismay he only chuckled, watching intently as you came undone around him. 

“I told you,” He started, lifting you off of him and tossing you against the backseats, “Don’t call me that.” 

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled out of your throat as he awkwardly crawled towards you. But the look in his eyes had your stomach twisting into something that emulated fear. It was guttural as he pressed into you, the outline of his cock digging into your drenched folds.

You bit back a moan, eyes rolling back in your head as his cold fingers brushed against your core, pulling himself free from his boxers. 

“Do you still love me like you did?”  He spoke, and though the words were soft and filled with promises you had broken before, there was a darkness in his voice. 

“I never stopped.” You admitted. And it was true. But that didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for as he licked his bottom lip, eyes trained on your throat. 

“I’m afraid isn’t gonna’ feel much like love, doll.” He breathed out, lining himself up with your entrance. Before you could speak, he thrusted into you, knocking the air out of your chest as he bent you uncomfortably in half. You could only scream as he caged you in, forcing you down against the seats as he fucked into you. 

It’s not like you forgot how Bucky filled you, but his size was something you would never be able by to fully adjust to. Especially not now, when he was holding you steady, his hips snapping against you giving you no time to ease into the assault. And by the looks of the lopsided smirk plastered on his swollen lips, he knew exactly how shredded you felt. 

“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart.” The pet name doing nothing to quell the ache he sent ripping through your body as he sank deeper into you. You could only cry out, head smashing into the door as he kept up his brutal pace. 

“B-Bucky, please.” You weren't exactly sure what you were asking for, but at this rate you wouldn't last long, the familiar coil building in your abdomen as he nudged up against your cervix. 

“Slow down, baby.” You choked on a sob, eyes glassy as his vibranium fingers coiled around you thoat, pining you to the seats.  

“Did you miss this part, doll?” He whispered against your ear, a shiver ripping through your body and igniting a flame you had so desperately craved since the moment he vanished from your world. “Miss the way I ruin you, Hm? I can feel you, coming undone. You’re so close, aren’t you?” he teased, pressing his fingers deeper into your throat until you were coughing around the pressure. 

“All I need to do is-” His flesh thumb ran circles against your clit, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you croaked out his name, begging him to ease up. “There it is.” He chuckled, quickening his pace until you were a shivering mess beneath him. 

“Bucky, I-” 

“I’m going to ruin this cunt, sweetheart. Stay still, and let go for me” His voice was like gravel, only letting you breathe once you nodded your head in complicity, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as the orgasm wrapped itself around your core. 

“Fuck.” You managed to scream, your head lulling back as a title-wave of ecstasy crashed over you, pulling you under.

“That’s my girl.” His words tipped you over the edge, his name on your lips like a prayer as you quivered, your body violently shaking. “God you're so tight when you- Shit!” 

With a few sloppy thrusts, Bucky came undone. His hot spend coating your pulsing walls as he gasped. Your bodies a tangled mess as he puffed out a breath against your neck. 

You both just stayed frozen, too afraid that the moment you pulled away, reality would sink in. And the truth was, you weren't exactly sure what that meant. 

Bucky slowly eased himself out of you, gasping a little as you spilled out onto, what you only hoped, would be easy to clean seats.

 “Doll, that was-” 

“Hey,” Sam knocked hard against the now foggy glass, “You two hungry, or what?” 

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Hurricane: rumbelle

A/N: so it’s supposed to be smut but I think it reads more poetically. First time writing smut tho so that’s prolly why lmao 😭 anyway, take that with a pinch of salt

Warnings: as said above^^ also angst!

Word count: 709, it’s a ficlet folks!

“This is a one time thing” is what he said two months ago, yet here they were again, two heaving bodies entangled in peach coloured sheets. The sun had set hours ago, but the blood in their veins had bubbled and boiled until they could hardly stand it, and suddenly a hurricane had gone through the rather elegant room. His shirt and tie had been tossed carelessly on the stairs, her blouse and skirt kicked somewhere under the bed. A one time thing- the memory of his voice saying that kept ringing through her mind. Husky and delicious, she had gotten drunk on it and suddenly once became twice until the hurricane had blurred their lives together. They had become this heaving mess, but a content mess they were. Too content, Gold thought.

He sighed, letting his eyes close and his head settle into the pillow. “We can’t keep doing this.” His chest was still heaving from the comedown and the memory of her against his mouth still felt so very alive. These moments were times when clocks would stop ticking and people outside didn’t matter, the energy in the room had been drawn to the bed magnetically. It was almost therapeutic to both of them. An outlet, a perfect little secret outlet, to themselves. But Mr Gold knew it couldn’t continue, she had burrowed her way into his mind and suddenly his thoughts were too fuzzy in the day. He couldn’t appreciate solitude anymore, not when his mind constructed what she might joke about, sat on the counter giggling softly to herself. Work had become a drain, it was so quiet and musty compared to the liveliness of Belle who Rumple felt he didn’t even deserve to talk to. Yet here he was, leaving his fingerprints against her thighs and hips. God it had to stop.

“What do you mean?” Belle moved to lay on her side, propping herself up on her elbow. Her hair had fallen over her chest in the process and the window was directly behind her, bathing her in the light of the moon. How did an angel spend so much time dedicating herself to a beast? She was smiling so softly at him, but there were an underlying layer of nerves behind that happy veil.

“You know what I mean.” His voice had become quiet as he averted his eyes from her gaze. Gold knew if he faced her, he’d never be able to pull himself away. He’d be sucked into the hurricane too.

Belle inhaled harshly, smacking her lips together. In a movement so quick the sheets fell from her, she sat up. How angry, how furious, how beautiful. “Oh I know exactly what you mean. You mean,” she turned to look at him “you mean that you’re too much of a coward to continue.”

“Belle I-“

“No. No I get it. Find a pretty girl, get her undressed. Who was the last girl, huh? Did you break up with her in her own bed too?”

“Belle-“

“Get out.” The eye of the hurricane.

And suddenly time had started again. The clock against the wall ticked by agonisingly slow as he picked his scattered clothes up, feeling the librarians glare towards him all the while. The stairs which had felt so electric now were painted in shades of blue and grey. His car felt miles away when in reality it was only a few steps, and god who saw? Who saw this walk of shame? Surely the marks against his neck were becoming visible now, a dead sign of passion beneath his loose tie. Belle French, an enigma wrapped in short skirts and high heels. How had she tangled the emotions of the infamously cruel Mr Gold up so quickly? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he cared about, as he sat empty in the driving seat of his Cadillac, was the ice in her voice. Since the moment they met, he was sure she hadn’t a bad bone in her body. Belle was naturally a warm person, so full of fire and love. That sudden ice had sent shivers down his spine. Driving away, he heard his voice again in his head.

“A one time thing.”

A deceased thing.

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Hi love your Barry content ( he deserves all the love). Could you possibly write something about Barry only being soft for his girl and his girl only. Or even him being super protective over her when a kook/or pogue hits on her

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Warnings: Guns, Mentions of drugs, Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Violence.

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Vulnerable wasn't a state that came natural to him. Perhaps as a child, but he didn't really remember back that far. He was a soldier and he had to be tough, show no emotion. Don't get attached, it's just easier that way.

Even when he came home he found he didn't attach himself to many people. Or perhaps, there just weren't too many people around he wanted to cling to. He always had his back up around people. If they didn't get to know him, then he didn't get to know them and then his heart never got broken.

Until Her.

There wasn't really a timeline for their relationship, or when she started coming around. If he was honest, it all started to blend together. One day she wasn't there and the next she was. On his couch, perched on his lap with her fingers in his hair and her sweet voice in his ear.

Barry thought she was the sweetest girl in the world. Too sweet to be hanging around with drug dealing scum like him. Too soft, sweet and all around precious to be hanging around with a guy like him. Tripping over a loaded gun every step she took. She would give him those gentle, knowing eyes after she had gathered herself.

I know this is who you are, baby.

It was her unwavering love, patience and support of him for exactly who he was that helped him break his own walls down bit by bit. The way she didn't mind that his house was messy, all types of people from different walks of life knocking on his door. Or how she let him rest his head on her chest after a particularly long day, her fingers twisting the loose lock of hair the hung in his face.

Barry, quite simply, felt like he would die for her if it came down to it. He wasn't sure why he would ever find himself that in position, or why his sweet girlfriend, content on spending her nights cuddled on the couch with him or buried between the pages of book, would ever put either of them in that position.

But he would go down in flames for his woman.

"Baby?" Her voice was soft behind him as he sat at the table out in the sun-room, weighing out bags. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt like a teenager getting caught with his first dime-bag of weed.

"Hey. I was just finishin' up in here. Won't be long." He muttered with a clear of his throat as he turned in his chair to see her standing in the doorway, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Are we still going for a walk on the beach today?" She inquired, so sugary sweet it was a shock to his system. He felt dizzy, lightheaded.

Barry stood up, his work completely forgotten at her question. He had promised her that he would take her to the beach. A simple request, but he preferred to say "low profile" and the beach seemed like the least low profile place of all. But if she asked him, he would oblige without question.

"Yeah. Can go now, if you want." Barry nodded as he wiped his hands off on the back of his shorts before he reached for her hands. No part of his life, his work, would touch her. He still didn't know why she chose a life with him, but he took it day by beautiful day.

She took the small steps forward so her bare toes touched the tips of work boots, her hands reaching for his to lace their fingers. Barry looked down at their feet, passed their hands interlocked, at her little painted toes. It would take him a while to admit out loud that the bright colours she painted her toes made him just a little bit weak. The way she curled her toes against his shins when they were in bed together, or even the gentle way she rubbed the flats of her feet against his own to stay warm at night.

It made him remember he was still alive.

Barry loathed the beach. So many tourists, unhappy kids and parents, sun burnt and drunk college kids who just didn't know when to call it quits. All of it was terrible, but he didn't seem to notice all of those distractions so much when he was with her. Playfully kicking water at her as they walked the shoreline, a soft kiss to her forehead now and then. He wasn't too fond of large displays of affection, they seemed grotesque to him. A kiss to the forehead, or the squeeze of the hand was more than enough for him.

The looks of the frat guys around them didn't go unnoticed by the soldier. He was acutely aware of everything that was going on around them. He knew the toddler at the top of the hill, near the food truck, was going to fall the minute it started run. He could see it in his brain before it happened. He saw the teen girls ahead, and to the left of them, battling over who got to take the photo to commemorate the day.

And he saw the group of Kooks, more than one of them could be called a regular customer, eyes zeroed in on Barry and his girl slowly walking down the shoreline. He could see their lips moving, but he couldn't hear anything. A Kook Goon Squad, clad in overpriced bathing suits and Oakley's. He hated them, every last one of them.

"Here. Think that ice cream truck over there has that ice for little kids you like. Take this, I'll be right there." Barry grumbled as he reached into the back pocket of his shorts and pulling out his wallet.

"Super Hero ice cream is not for little kids, Barry." She scoffed, but graciously accepted his wallet with a peck on his cheek before she took off with a run through the water, splashing up her thighs.

Barry ran his hand over his chin as he made sure his love far enough away before he turned on his heel and stalked over to the Kooks beneath a beach umbrella, attempting to tap a keg.

"...too hot for him, though. I met her at this party a year ago but no deal. She's loyal as shit to him, dude."

The conversation made Barry vibrate with anger. She had told him about that party and how some guy had been unruly with her, would not leave her alone.

"The only way he could have been closer to me is if he had been inside of me. He was so creepy."

Barry clenched his fists as he made the last few steps up to the group of Kooks, ready to strike. He pulled his fist back, the blood in his head blocking out any other sounds than the pure rage he felt at the disrespect they were speaking about his girlfriend.

Barry pulled his elbow back and connected his fist with the Kook's jaw, unannounced. Not the most fair punch he's ever doled out, but he didn't think that hitting on another man's girlfriend was exactly fair either. He wasn't sure if it was the sheer force of his punch, or the fact that it was unexpected - perhaps a bit of both - but the Kook was knocked off of his feet, and onto his back.

"So, you like hitting on girls with boyfriend's? Being persistent? Man, if I was as persistent as you, I'd probably having my fucking money from your ass by now." Barry growled as he crouched down in the sand beside the boy as he groaned, clutching his jaw.

"Leave my girl alone, asshole." Barry spat as he stood up, glaring at the friends that stood helpless around the Kook writhing on the ground.

Barry walked away from the rich kids with too much time and money to spare, and found his girl at the front of the line for ice cream. He let out a deep breath as he wiped off his raw, bloody knuckle on the underside of his shirt.

"Hi, baby. You're just in time. I got stuck behind a group of like, ten kids. Do you want something?" She smiled as he walked up behind her and gently placed his hands on her hip as not to scare her.

"Nah. Share yours." He replied softly as he leaned in to press another kiss to her forehead.

"See? Super Hero ice cream isn't just for kids."

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Izuku Cockwarming Headcanons

Pairing: izuku x gn!reader (afab)

Notes: I wrote this while eating a whole tub of betty crocker’s coffee icing, tagging @butterscotchbaku @dearsakusa @ivemadecoffeemywhore

Warnings: Dom!Izuku (kinda), mention of spanking, nickname puppy (no not Yagami), my shitty spelling

Okay just want to start this off with saying that I’m shit at writing this kinda stuff but here we go

Izuku isn’t small by any means so when you first get together there’s a lot of this just to get you used to how big he is and how it presses against you so nicely

As it goes on and you guys get more experience with one and other, he starts using cock warming for other reasons

The first and most common is when he’s come home from patrol or a fight and just wants the comfort of being inside you

Tries his best not to wake you up but eventually his dick starts rubbing against the inside of his trousers and he has no choice but to start leaving little kisses up and down your neck until you wake up

Will whisper in your ear asking if he can and ofc you say yes because who would pass that opportunity up

He’s so soft and gentle in these times, gently rocking inside you until he comes and then letting himself go limp behind you, the tight wet heat sending him to sleep 

The second, and more common, occurrence is when he wants to hear you beg for him

Sometimes he’s just in the sort of mood to sit you on his lap and stretch you out nicely with his cock, only to lean over and finish up the paperwork from his latest mission

Whatever you did to deserve this is something you probably won’t be doing again because feeling him fill you up so nicely and not being able to do anything for what seems like hours drives you crazy

Every so often he adjusts you on his lap, whether to reach for a pen or something similar, and always makes sure that you grind onto his pelvic bone slightly before sitting back

Whether he knows he’s doing it (he does) or not, he always makes sure to lean back before you get enough stimulation to get off

Whenever you clench or whine or shift he gives you a swift slap to your inner thigh and threatens to not let you come if you’re not a ‘good little puppy’ for him

His balls and inner thighs are dripping by the time he’s done but he doesn’t mind, all the more reason to tease you

‘Look how wet you are for me hmm gorgeous? Not even fucked you yet and you’re making a mess’

He pulls you off and slides two fingers through your sensitive folds, only to lift them up to your mouth so you can taste yourself 

These are the days he tends to rail you so hard you can’t walk the next morning and he definitely makes up for leaving you for so long without touching you

If there’s a mixture of sweat and his pretty baby’s cum on his paperwork then he doesn’t mind redoing it

Finally, one of his favourite things to do after sex is have a nice bath with you and give you a massage to make sure you aren’t too sore (you always are though)

Usually, he’s pretty worn out too but sometimes his fingers start wandering underwater and the next thing you know he’s spreading you open and pushing in for almost the fifth You whine a little because of how sensitive you are but he’s quick to hush you with a kiss time that night

and a promise

‘I won’t move pretty girl, just like being inside you’

He doesn’t move much, there’s just something comforting about being buried in your tight little cunt that he loves

Unless you want him to and then he isn’t opposed to pressing a thumb against your clit and grinding until you come all over him for the final time that night

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AOT characters (Reiner, Jean, Pieck, Erwin, Zeke) comforting a stressed out/overworked significant other headcanons

TW: Modern AU, suggestive themes (slight nsfw for Jean), vague drug mention (for Pieck, it’s just tweed), GN!reader, mostly fluff 

REINER BRAUN

Reiner knows exactly how it feels to be in your position, overworked and stressed out with the world on your shoulders, not a single positive thing in your mind, and no one seemingly noticed the heavy weight you’ve been carrying all of a sudden.

But he notices and that’s why at the first sign of you being in a sour mood he’s all over you immediately.

Well, not physically just yet. He doesn’t want to be a bother and feel like he’s being too overbearing, adding to the annoyance you must already be feeling from work, but he’s definitely keeping an eye on you from afar to monitor you as often as he can.

He’ll do little things like run some warm bath water for you, send you memes he knows will make you chuckle, bring water & fruit to you to make sure you’re nourished, and order your favorite takeout just to see you smile for once.

And when you’re ready to talk about it he’ll pull you into bed with him and press you against his soft pecks so you can feel comfortable while you lay there telling him what has you so stressed out.

JEAN KIRCHSTEIN

Jean can be a little insensitive to your emotions and just how heavy they weigh on you sometimes, not to mention that he’s always using comedy and his cockiness as a way to distract himself from his own emotions, so after complaining to him how stressed out you’ve been because of work he’ll hit you with the “You want some dick to help you feel better?”

Like yes, you do but some cuddles and words of reassurance would’ve been nice first 😭

It’s like everything you’ve said and been complaining about has went over your head, so of course you’re a little mad and might let something like “You’re such a jerk” slip out of your mouth 😕 it’s after that that he’s like “Okay, maybe I should’ve waited a little later to offer them some dick.”

He’s all over you in an instant; climbing on top of you and peppering your face and whole upper body with kisses, soft ‘m’sorry baby’s leaving his lip with each kiss. After about a minute of him doing that he’ll look up at you like, “I’m sorry for discarding your feelings like that. Can you forgive me? 🥺” pouty lips and all, and how can you possibly stay mad at a face like that!!

Of course, you take him up on his dicked down option soon after that. Playing a pillow princess/prince the whole night, Jean wanting to focus on you the whole night and rid you of any thought that isn’t his head between your legs.

PIECK FINGER

Modern!Pieck’s solution to everything would be a big fat blunt #sorrynotsorry. You don’t even have to be stressed out or overworked for her to come up to you and be like “You look like you need a blunt.” I live for stoner!Pieck.

You just being in her presence is enough to make you feel about your stress. She’s so carefree and relaxed 24/7 that it’s like she’s a natural relaxant for you and because of that she never has to worry about you too much whenever you’re in her presence.

Everything is all good when you’re around her. Nothing else matters but the blunt you’re going to smoke with her and the food you’re going to get afterwards because boy can Pieck out eat munchies. She’s such a sweetheart though, she’ll turn on some funny stoner movie to distract while she slips out the house to go get all of your favorite foods.

She’ll come back in the house with a bag from McDonald’s, tacos, a bag from Taco Bell, some drinks and treats from Starbucks, etc. Standing in front of you in the livingroom like “I also got you an ice cream but it looked too good while I was driving home so I accidentally ate it.” 🙈

The weed alone helped take your mind away from stress, so this just has you blushing and loving on your stoned girlfriend for the whole night. Grateful to have someone as sweet as her in your life.

ERWIN SMITH

Erwin knows that look of tiredness and exhaustion that plagues you every time you come in from work all too well. He’s been the victim of the negative side effects of nearly overworking himself to death to not notice them on you immediately. And he’s not going to let you succumb to them like he has on multiple occasions.

Like Reiner, he’s on you immediately but a lot more vocal and physical to voice his opinion on you overworking yourself. He flat out tells you one night “You need to take a break from all this work. It’s not doing you any good.” While forcibly removing you from your workstation by carrying you bridal style.

He ignores your pleas of wanting to be carried back to your desk and how “you’re doing just fine!” And lays you in your shared bed. Within minutes you’re sleeping like a newborn baby cuddled up into the covers and pillows, not stubborn enough to fight off how tired you truly were.

But that’s not enough for him, just one 2-hour nap isn’t enough for your body and mental health to recover, so every time he catches you working longer than needed he’s forcing you to put that pen and paper down and relax for once. Of course you’re stubborn and still try to work, what what does he do?

He contacts your job and requests some time off for you so you won’t have any excuses to be working for a good week or two. In this time he prepares things for the two of you to do together and spend some quality time with each other like actual date nights out, warm baths together, a vacation to a nice resort, and even a high end quality spa day to truly help you relax.

ZEKE JAEGER

I know we like to label Zeke Jaeger as a pretentious meanie, I know bully!Zeke really gets us all going.......but softie Zeke deserves some content too 🙈

Though he’s not too good at expressing his concern for others and has the littlest of ideas on how to reassure others ( *cough* thanks a lot Grisha *cough*) he would genuinely try with you!

After noticing a slight change in your demeanor and your excuses always being work related whenever he brought these observations up, it’s after his first time seeing you in a while with bags under your eyes that he’ll feel an obligation in his heart to make them, along with the stress you’re feeling, go away.

He’s very gentle and slow with his prodding. He’ll check up on you throughout the day through texts like “Hey, what are you up to right now?”, “You should probably take a break right now and go drink or eat something if you’ve been working for more than an hour” with some article that helps support his words, or and “Are you feeling alright? I’m free if you want some company.”

And you do want his company! You feel so bad for pushing your hairy bearded boyfriend away, so you finally invite him over and spill everything while he holds you in the middle of watching some shitty comedy on Netflix. He’ll tell you right off the bat that he’s not the best person to come to for reassurance and comfort, but him just trying is enough to make you feel better.