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munson-blurbs · 7 months

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Fast-forward two years, and the little Munson clan is celebrating Halloween with some old--and new--faces.

Warnings: allusion to smut, a lil surprise...

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Happy Halloween! A gentle reminder that requests for the TUI universe are officially open. And thank you to @rip-quizilla and @the-unforgivenn for helping me with this little blurb.

Divider credit to @saradika

Autumn has fully settled into Hawkins, Indiana. The sun sets a bit earlier each evening; green leaves become orange, then red, then brown, before fluttering to the ground and being raked into trash bags. A chill hangs in the air, not strong enough to create frost, but enough to warrant a layer of clothing or two.

Lucky for you, your Halloween costume this year is a long-sleeved olive green shirt underneath a sleeveless brown house dress, high socks, and loafers. Warm, cozy, and perfect for pretending to be Misery’s Annie Wilkes.

Eddie strides towards your shared bedroom, a Ghostface mask pushed up atop his mess of curls. He leans against the doorframe and lets out a low wolf-whistle.

You roll your eyes and grin. “You’re so full of it,” you laugh, adjusting the straps of your dress where they’re twisting on your shoulders. “This is quite possibly the least sexy costume anyone could wear.”

Eddie tuts, pushing off on his bicep and shaking his head. “It’s not the costume; it’s the woman wearing it.” His lips tug upward in a toothy smile. “C’mon, give me a little twirl.” He moves his forefinger in a circular motion to indicate what he wants.

You oblige, slowly turning and offering a 360-degree view of your outfit. “How do I look?” you deadpan.

“Like you’re killing for two.” He presses a kiss to your lips, his palms resting on your rounded bump just as they have ever since you’d started showing. Now that you’re in your final few weeks of pregnancy, he seems to find an excuse to touch it every spare chance he gets. “You’re sure you’re up for trick-or-treating? If you’re too tired or something, you can hang back. Jeff and I can handle the kids.”

It takes all of your willpower not to let out a disbelieving snort. If the two men are engaged in conversation, Harris and Ettie could be halfway to Timbuktu before they even notice they’re missing. “I’ll be fine,” you reassure him. “Annie Wilkes wore sensible shoes, which certainly helps. Although,” you scrunch up your nose, “these are kind of uncomfortable.”

Eddie peers down at your loafers and immediately bursts into laughter. “Babe…they’re on the wrong feet.” He cradles your face in his hands and brings his lips to the tip of your nose. “Let me fix that for you, okay?” You sit on the bed while he crouches down, slipping off your shoes and placing them on the correct feet. “There ya go.”

“I can’t see over my belly!” You lament with a laugh, holding out your hands so your doting husband can help you up. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be more useful once I’m not pregnant.”

“I think growing a baby is pretty damn useful,” Eddie murmurs, thumb grazing your cheek, “not to mention how goddamn gorgeous you look while you do it,” he adds, a soft growl inflecting his tone. He would ravish you right then and there if Freddy Krueger himself didn’t appear by his side.

“Is it time for trick-or-treating?”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie jumps, snapped out of his lovesick stupor in an instant. His hand flies to his chest as his heartbeat steadies. “You scared the hell outta me, Har.” He takes a deep breath before answering his son’s question. “We’ll go as soon as Uncle Jeff and Auntie Viv and Ettie get here.”

Harris nods, the dark gray fedora slipping in front of his eyes. “I wish my baby brother could go with us,” he says with a sigh, swaying his arms back and forth. “When is he gonna be born?”

“Two more weeks until he’s officially due,” you report, gingerly caressing your bump and smiling. Harris has been asking about the baby’s arrival ever since you and Eddie told him he was going to be a big brother. “And then he’ll come trick-or-treating with us next year.”

He beams at this idea, bouncing up and down with enough energy to make you question whether he’s already started eating candy. “I...can’t…wait!” he exclaims, each word more breathless than the last as he acts like a human spring. “Do…you…think…he’ll…like…Skittles?”

Eddie places a hand on Harris’s shoulder to stop his movements. “Baby Brother won’t be able to have Skittles for a long time,” he chuckles, the dimples in his cheeks making an always-welcome appearance, “but if you wanted to share with me, I wouldn’t turn down some peanut M&Ms…”

“Nah, I’m good.” Harris says simply, turning his attention back to your stomach. “It would be kinda cool if he was born on Halloween, though.”

You wrinkle your nose. “But then I wouldn’t be able to trick-or-treat with you tonight,” you point out.

“Oh. Right.” Harris puts a hand on your bump and speaks directly to it. “You stay put until I get my candy.”

Jeff and his family arrive thirty minutes later, clad in their Winnie-the-Pooh themed costumes. Ettie, held in her mom’s arms, is the titular character. Viv makes the perfect Kanga with a Roo stuffed animal hot-glued in the fabric pouch that stretches over her own bump.

“That’s a good look for you,” Eddie snorts when Jeff walks in dressed as Eeyore.

“Right back atcha,” Jeff retorts with a playful smirk. “You’re like a geriatric Ghostface.”

You and Viv share an eye roll at their juvenile banter. “How’re you feeling?” she asks you, strategically ignoring the way Jeff and Eddie are swapping insults.

“Tired of being pregnant but terrified to give birth.” You laugh as you say it but your words are 100-percent true. As much as you’re ready to have your body back to yourself, delivering a baby is a daunting task. “How about you?” She’s due only one month after you are, and the two of you often commiserate about your respective pregnancies.

“Exhausted,” she admits, right hand fingers digging into her lower back and massaging it. “Chasing after a two-and-a-half year-old while being almost eight months pregnant is not for the weak.”

Your lips scrunch up sympathetically. “I don’t know how you do it, honestly.”

As if on cue, Ettie wriggles out of her mother’s grip so she can toddle over to her favorite uncle. Eddie scoops her up, and she greets him with an excited “hi!”

Tears gather at your lash line embarrassingly; the sight of your husband cooing over a young child has your third trimester hormones working in overdrive. You clear your throat and blink them back before anyone can notice. “Who wants to go trick-or-treating?”

Pillowcases in hand, Harris and Ettie cheer loudly as the six–almost eight–of you head out to take on the neighborhood in a conquest for full-size candy bars. You and Viv walk next to them; your husbands lag behind to lock the door.

“You ready to do this with double the amount of kids next year?” Jeff smirks, as Eddie turns the key and jiggles the knob to ensure no one can get it.

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “God, no.” He looks at his long-time friend and grins. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

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mvybanks · 3 months

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THE DEAL — the epilogue

a/n: found this in my drafts and decided to bring back my babies!!! hope you guys like this + i’m thinking about doing a lil smth to bring them back…i’ll think about it👀

warnings: mentions of abuse, lil bit of angst, but overall lots of fluff

word count: 3k

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“Are you sure this looks okay? I told you I should’ve worn a tie! What if they don’t like me?” Your boyfriend anxiously rambles on and on, terrified of what he’s about to encounter behind the door in front of you.

In your opinion, he’s never looked more handsome, but your words of reassurance seem futile against Rafe’s fears.

“Rafe, baby, breathe.” You repeat for what seems the hundredth time, placing a hand on his chest to bring him comfort.

He takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles. “I’ve never met a girlfriend’s parents…hell, I don’t think I’ve ever had a serious girlfriend before. I just don’t want to mess this up.”

Sweetly smiling up at him, you place both hands on his cheeks and caress the soft skin with the pads of your thumbs, letting him relax against your touch. You bring his face closer to yours and stare into those beautiful eyes that only carry love inside them. “They’re going to love you.”

“How are you so sure ‘bout that?”

You peck his lips and cause a grin to form on his mouth, which you can’t help but kiss again. “Because I love you, a lot, and once they see that, they’ll also fall in love with you.”

His hands fall on your hips, one of them full with the flowers that he plans on giving to your mother, and close the distance between your bodies before he whispers on your lips, “You’re lucky I love you, too.”

Grinning, you let your arms lock behind his neck as your nose bumps with his. “Oh, no, you’re the lucky one, Cameron.”

Finally, he decides to claim your mouth, slowly, almost taking you by surprise. “I really am,” he breathes, letting goosebumps come alive all over your body as he tucks your hair behind your ears. “You know, it doesn’t help that you look so damn beautiful, doll.”

You still don’t know how he manages to still make you feel like the first time you met, to make your heart jump in your chest with each touch and compliment, but damn it, do you love every second of it. You clear your throat, knowing full well that warmth has spread to your cheeks by now and that he can easily tell how flustered you are. Avoiding his gaze, for Rafe’s favorite hobby is finding new ways to make you blush, you decide to unwrap yourself from his embrace and finally ring the doorbell.

“Behave, Cameron.” You say, holding back a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

As the door opens, your boyfriend’s hand reaches yours and you happily intertwine your fingers with his, granting his wish.

You find your mom behind the door, and as soon as she sees you, she squeals and throws her arms around you. “Finally!” She exclaims, almost exasperated, as you follow her motions and hug her back. Placing her hands on your shoulders, she takes a few steps back to look at you, a big smile on her face. “Do you know how many people I have opened the door to this morning thinking it was you?! Your father and I opened the door together and we looked like a creepy family. I don’t think the mailman is going to come back here anytime soon.”

You chuckle at her outburst before you catch Rafe’s sheepish smile with the corner of your eye; you don’t think you’ve ever witnessed your boyfriend looking so shy before, but you can’t deny how adorable he appears.

“Mom, I want you to meet someone,” you start as you take Rafe’s hand in yours once again. “This is Rafe.”

She obviously already knows who he is, and has already seen tons of pictures of him, however a proper meeting has never happened before. He hands her the flowers , that it took him probably an hour to choose, with a smile on his lips. “Thank you, honey.” Your mom says happily, staring at the beautiful bouquet.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He politely says, extending his free hand towards her to greet her.

“Oh, please! No need to be formal!” She ignores his hand and brings him in a hug as well, causing your boyfriend to let out a surprised, and thankful, laugh. “Come in, come in,” she says as she lets him go and lets you inside your childhood home.

As you walk inside, she calls for your dad, announcing your arrival. Your dog, Leo, is fast to come running to you, jumping up and down at the smell and sight of his favorite human. You crouch down to let him welcome you. “Hi, Leo!” You giggle, “I missed you so much.”

Leo seems to have also noticed the presence of another human, that he begins to sniff and circle to understand his intentions. Rafe follows your movements and pets his soft head, “Hi,” he whispers sweetly, “I’m Rafe.” Leo immediately relaxes and turns on his back to let your boyfriend scratch his belly.

“Someone seems to like you.” You admit, glad that he’s already loved by almost everyone.

Almost.

Your dad finally arrives to greet you with a hug. “Come here, you!”

“Hi, dad.” You grin, although your face is hidden in his chest as you’re still stuck in his embrace.

He reluctantly lets go of you, only to let his eyes fall on the man next to you. Rafe has heard a lot about your mom and he knew that it would’ve been easier for her to warm up to him, but your father? To say he was shitting himself was an understatement.

“Hello, sir,” he attempts to sound confident as he shows your father his hand, hoping that he will shake it, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swear you can see a droplet of sweat fall down his forehead while your dad examines your boyfriend with just one look. “Hello,” he only nods, his hands still on your shoulders before his gaze returns to your face. “So, your mom made lunch for an army of men. We better start!” And with that, he goes inside the kitchen, leaving you confused.

You turn to Rafe, whose hand is still hanging in the air, and give him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, baby, I don’t know what that was.” You cup one of his cheeks in your palm and raise yourself on your tiptoes to kiss the other one. “You okay?”

“Uhm…yeah,” he tries to show you a reassuring smile, failing miserably, “I’ll go grab the bags from the car.” He mindlessly kisses the side of your head before heading towards the door.

“Wait, I’ll help.”

“No, don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll only take me a minute.”

The corners of your mouth lift up and he does the same, then he begins to walk outside to reach his car. Meanwhile, you furiously strut in the kitchen, ready to give your dad an earful.

“What was that?” You throw your arms in the air in an angry manner.

“What was what?” Your father asks, acting oblivious.

“Why did you act like he doesn’t exist? I’ve been preparing you and mom for weeks! You knew he was going to be here today.”

Shrugging his shoulders, “I said hello. What else was I supposed to say?” He answers, only causing your anger to rise.

“Give him a proper welcome perhaps?! You don’t even know him, how can you already don’t like him?”

Finally, your dad stands a little straighter and gives you a hard look, “Exactly. I don’t know him. The only thing I know about him is that you broke up with Matthew for him, so excuse me if he’s not off to a great start.”

He turns towards the sink behind him, barely acknowledging the hurt look upon your face. In his defense, neither of your parents know what has actually happened between you and your ex boyfriend. All they know is that he was a great guy who respected you and your family, and that you hurt him by leaving him for another man. How are you supposed to tell them that he physically hurt you? That the accident you’ve been in only five months ago was caused by no other than your ex boyfriend that they seem to love so much? Therefore, you never told them, leaving them in the dark.

“You wanna know something about him?” And you know that there’s no turning back now, “Okay, let’s see what I can tell you about him. Let’s start with the fact that he took care of me when I couldn’t walk or when he saved me from an abusive relationship—“

“What?!” Your mom asked incredulously for she was eavesdropping.

Well, penny in the air.

“Let me think about how he defended me and made sure that I was safe and stayed away from the same man that put me in the hospital in the first place — the same man that you’re comparing him to! And how he keeps taking care of me everyday and loves me like Matthew never has. So yeah, maybe now you know him a little bit better, don’t you think?”

Your parents are staring at you, not knowing what to do, still trying to wrap their heads around the reality that you’ve just showed them. At their silence, you decide to go upstairs towards your old room. Having followed your mother’s directions, Rafe’s bringing inside that same room the last bag that was left in the car, for you’re going to stay at your parents’ for a couple of days, although at this point you don’t know how much you really care to stay. You close the door behind you as you enter the room, catching your boyfriend’s attention, and even though you attempt at hiding your disappointment, you’re already aware that he can read you like an open book.

“Hey, what happened?” He asks, stepping towards you.

“Nothing happened.”

Gently grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him, while his free arm circles your waist. “Don’t lie to me, angel.”

You sigh, “I had never told them.”

He brushes some hairs out of your face, “Told them what?”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you’re almost scared about his reaction. “About Matthew…what happened with him.”

His look hardens, “So that’s why your father doesn’t like me?” Your ex boyfriend’s good-guy façade always overshadows Rafe’s bad reputation, which sometimes makes him insecure, as if he’s not worthy of you, and it kills him. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but it hurts when other people can see that too.

You can tell he’s disappointed and you hate this. “Baby, you know I don’t care, right? I love you.” He only nods, but the lack of words is everything you need to hear before you cradle his face in your hands and force his gaze to focus on you. “Hey, look at me,” you whisper, “I love you and only you. I don’t want anyone next to me but you and it doesn’t matter what the rest of the world thinks.” Your fingers dance behind his neck and begin to scratch his scalp, causing a smile to appear on his lips and his eyelids to close at the delicate contact. “Now kiss me, you idiot.” And you don’t have to repeat yourself for he immediately catches your mouth in a toe-curling kiss. You let him hold you as close as humanly possible before you begin to lead him towards your bed, never leaving his lips. However, he stops your movements before you can bring him down on your mattress.

“Your parents are downstairs,” he chuckles lightly against your lips, “one of which doesn’t even like me.”

“It’s not like I wanted to have sex here, Rafe.” You playfully roll your eyes.

He bends down his head to press a delicate kiss below your ear, “well, that’s a shame,” he mumbles against your skin, making you giggle at his antics. “But anyway, I don’t think finding us making out on your bed is a good idea either.”

Raising his head to look at you, he notices your pouty, swollen lips, begging him for another kiss, which he could never deny you of.

“I just told them, by the way. That’s what happened.” You say against his lips.

He smiles, “You didn’t have to.”

“I did.” You admit, “Everyone needs to know what a wonderful man you are.”

“God, I love you.”

Jokingly shrugging your shoulders, “ ‘Course you do,” you say as you raise on your tiptoes to peck his lips once more.

Finally, you hear a knock on your door, which makes Rafe take what seems like a hundred steps back in fear.

“Y/n?” Your dad’s voice echoed through the door, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He steps inside the room, your mom hot on his heels as she looks at you with a worried expression. “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks.

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well, now I’m worried!”

You walk closer to her, “I’m okay now, mom. Everything is fine.”

“But…what really happened?”

You sigh loudly, hating the fact that you have to even think about him, but you realize that they deserve an explanation. “He turned out to be a psychopath, and he threatened me before he abandoned me in the middle of the road after an accident — that he caused, by the way. Not really the guy anyone believed he was.”

Finally, your father seems to find his voice again, “And he took care of you?” He points to Rafe.

This time it’s your boyfriend that decides to speak up, “Yes, sir.” His eyes fall on you, adoration written in his gaze, “I told her I would always take care of her and I intend to keep my promise.”

The older man extends his hand now, “I’m sorry I misjudged you. I hope there are no hard feelings.”

“Of course not.” Rafe exclaims before accepting his hand, shaking it.

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After having a peaceful lunch, you and your mom all but force your father and your boyfriend to sit in the living room, making sure they spend some time together (and that they don’t kill each other in the progress).

“I never asked: how did you and Y/n meet?” He asks Rafe as they sit on opposite side of the couch.

Rafe almost chokes on his saliva at the question. “We were in the same economics class,” he admits, completely ignoring the rest of the story. Not really family friendly.

“Oh, right. So you just got to talking about your class then?”

At this point your boyfriend is scared to even look at your dad and he’s praying that someone comes to rescue him. “Yeah…Oh and we worked together, too.”

“Good. That’s good.” He nods.

Silence falls in the room until Rafe decides to fill it again. “I know what happened must’ve been a shock to you—“

“Truth be told,” he interrupts your boyfriend, “I never really liked him.” He admits, “I thought he was nice and his reputation preceded him, so I judged a book by its cover there. It’s just —“ he sighs deep in thought, “ — No one is ever good enough for my daughter to me.”

“I agree, sir.”

Sipping his drink, he turns towards the younger man, “So we agree on something.”

“I only want what’s best for her.”

“Did you ever meet that guy?”

`I’m pretty sure I gave him a concussion and broke his nose ’ is what he would like to say but stops himself before the words leave his mouth. “Once or twice, I think. Why?”

“Just wanted to know if you ever got the chance to punch that stupid smile off his face.” He says nonchalantly, not even noticing the incredulous look on Rafe’s face.

The blue eyed man clears his throat, hiding a laugh, as he lowers his voice, “I might’ve had the chance the night of the accident.”

Your father grins, “Good man.”

“What are you two talking about?” You obliviously ask as you enter the living room, where the two men have stopped talking upon your arrival. You sit on the armrest of the couch that sits beside your boyfriend and let your arm fall around his neck.

“Nothing.” They both say, although their smirks say otherwise.

“Really? Now you’re keeping secrets from us?” Your mother adds as she goes to sit next to your father.

“That’s not fair, you know?”

“It’s between me and Rafe.” Your father exclaims, causing you and your mother to look at each other with wide eyes.

“Seriously?” You ask incredulous, although not mad at all, “It took you only two minutes together to gang up on us?”

Rafe’s arm circles your waist, bringing you closer to him as he tilts his head back to look at you. “What can I say? I guess we have more things in common than we thought.”

The incessant need to murder your ex boyfriend and protect you from people like him.

“Exactly,” your father interjected, “For example, we both agree that he’s staying in the guests’ room, right?”

Both your and your boyfriend’s head snapped towards your dad, an eyebrow raised at the two of you because of course his daughter’s boyfriend is not sleeping in the same room as her.

“Dad…”

“My roof, my rules. Why would you need to sleep in the same bed anyway? No need for that.” Now his eyes are on Rafe, who’s currently dying on the inside, “Am I correct, Rafe?”

“Yes, sir.”

So, as your father gets up to leave, he stops only for a second at your side, lowering his voice to say, “I like this one. Keep him.” To make sure that you’re the only one to have heard that. He is definitely going to torture your poor boyfriend, but he’s more than happy of the choice that you’ve made.

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thesupreme316 · 9 months

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how would the aew boys react to you breaking your nose if you can can you add Kenny thank you love you work🌺

AEW Stars React To: You Breaking Your Nose

yall are so sweet; thank you for supporting lil ol me ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Pairings: Kenny Omega x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Hook x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, Santana x Reader,

Word Count: 920

Supreme Speaks: idk if I've done this before but here you go! thanks to anon for requesting this. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: mentions of father abandoning a bastard (typical Christian things), not proofread, mentions what happened for the reader to break their nose

Taglist: @wwenhlimagines @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @cassie0sstuff @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey

Kenny Omega (During training)

Kenny heard a small crack and immediately picked you up

Does not allow you to re-enter the ring and takes you to the doctor

Looks up home remedies to help you

Understands that you’re angry and tries to figure out ways to relieve you

“Do you want a coloring sheet? No, I don’t think you’re a child- okay now you’re acting like one…Yeah-uh”

Tells you stories about when he broke his (I can’t remember if he did) or his friends broke theirs

He tries to distract you from the pain by his jokes or practicing promos in front of you

Will intentionally mess up for you to smile

Kenny’s really upset that you’re injured but tries to brighten your day by any means possible

Eddie Kingston (Your opponent intentionally injured you)

I feel like I always say this…..EDDIE IS BIG MAD

Eddie is big on respect…he’ll respect you as long as you respect him and those he keeps close to him

Once he saw the ref throw up the X sign, oh Penta and Fenix had to hold him back from going to the ring

Then he saw your bloody face….he started to cuss out your opponent

And then he cussed out Kenny and the Bucks for allowing someone with bad blood to go against you

Will drive you personally to the hospital cause he needs to lay eyes on you

He’s ticking in so much anger that you’ll need to calm him down

“I’m fine doll, I just hate how a shithead couldn’t contain their displeasure to themselves. On the bright side, you still looked like a god/goddess....betta than their hating ass”

Santana (You took an extreme bump in the ring)

You took a facebuster on the ladder and then bounced off, rolling outside of the ring

Listen, this man would be the one to stop watching your match just out of fear (he hates you getting hurt)

Like he physically cannot watch the match anymore

Once he saw blood dripping down your face, he automatically asked for the match to be stopped or at least for you to stop participating

When you come backstage, he automatically hugs you as he doesn’t care about the blood on his shirt

“Mi amor, you scared me out there…I thought I had to go jail while you go to the hospital”

You have to hold him back from cursing out your opponent(s)

Distracts you with food and cuddles (DONT @ ME)

Wheeler Yuta (Your opponent accidentally injured you)

Baby boy is sad

He just looks like someone knocked the wind out of him; he hates seeing you bleed

Is subconsciously mad af at your opponent

Will literally baby you for the rest of the day, week, month, hell even year

“You’re not gonna take any more knees to the face. I won’t allow it….NO BIG BOOTS EITHER”

I think he would be the one to buy protective gear for you while Bryan and Mox look on in concern as he picks up everything in the damn store

He thinks that breaking your nose limits all activity and movement for you

Will not let a minute go by without him saying how pretty you are (with and without a straight nose)

Hook (Someone was trying to fight him and they hit you)

Okay…… man is literally the devil

Will make sure that you are okay before tossing the person over his head

He is punching the shit out of them until he looks over at you and sees blood

Hook gives one more punch before carrying you to a safe corner

He immediately gets you ice before taking you to the doctor

Feels guilty about you getting hit, mentally beats himself up

“I’m so sorry that I allowed that to happen.”

I truly do think that Hook would feel so bad and will try his best to make it up to you in any way possible

Will buy flowers, bears, food, a nerf gun (whatever your heart desires)

Ricky Starks (You hit a door)

Imma be honest….he laughed at you

Like full-on cackled as soon as you made contact with the door (it sounded like an evil witch)

But stopped once he saw blood pouring down your face

Feels like a jackass as he brings you to the doctor (I also think he is saying sorry repeatedly)

Once he hears the word surgery, he offers to pay for it

As your spirit starts to pick up and you feel like yourself after the initial wave of shock

Ricky will go back to laughing at you

Will joke about your nose only when you're comfortable and accepting of the fact

“It’s not my fault you got your ass kicked by a damn door”

Christian Cage (A fan threw something at you)

He’s suing and kicking out the bastard who threw the object at you during the meet-and-greet

Tells security to get him and sends Luchasuarus for extra support

He immediately shuts down his booth and walks you to medical support

Sends a tweet that calls out people who think that was cool and okay

“You’re a disappointment, no wonder your father left you”

Holds you and whispers caring thoughts that only you can hear

Buys anything and everything you need (already paid for the surgery)

Offers to buy a security squad so you can protect yourself

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irlplasticlamb · 10 months

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HI HI HI your art has been a great inspiration for me!!!!! I wanted to know, since youre really great at making people look like people in your artstyle, how do you enhance their features/what do you normally look for to enhance their features in a way that works into your art style?? sending ya much love :D

hello hello thank you SO SO MUCH!

i went over a similar question (here) so feel free to take a look at this post :) the features i usually look for to make a person more recognisable are: eye shape, NOSES (as y’all probably realised by now i LOVE drawing noses), eyebrows, lip shape and general face shape :) and the thing is as i keep drawing the same character over and over again i will usually learn what to stylise and what to exaggerate and shit!!

for example this is roman roy from succession my number one boy (sorry kendall :() :

and this is all most of drawings of him (i can only add 10 visuals from a mobile why tumblr why) in chronological order :) :

it’s not in any ways perfect, i could still definitely work on my accuracy skills (and i do i do i promise!) but you can notice the same elements on all the drawings: deep set eyes, bump on the nose, blocky eyebrows!

don’t be afraid to add a lil something something from yourself as well, for example roman’s upper lip is smaller than the lower but as i kept drawing him, i started making the upper one bigger. it’s a small change that fits my style better (i usually draw upper lips bigger!) but the character is still (more or less) recognisable :) i also made his nose bigger — again something i do with all my characters really LOL

anyways idk what i’m talking about my art process is a mess but i hope this was SOMEWHAT helpful

#vic.txt #vic answers

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ladylooch · 10 months

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What are Nico and Lexi up to today?

Feeding Tumblr because it is so dead 😘 and I am dyingggggg to talk about these two.

Well, right now they are sleeping- tangled together, naked and warm in their bed in Switzerland. Nico's hands devour Lexi into his body as they breathing syncs. The room smells of aloe from Nico's sunburnt shoulders.

a lil 18+ below

Earlier, Lexi was teasing Nico by untying the biking strap along her mid-back to avoid stubborn tan lines. Nico couldn't focus on his book. He kept reading the same line over and over and over again. He was too distracted with the way the red triangles of her bikini fell flat to the dock so he got a nice view of her side boob. He never knew side boob could be so fucking hot.

Eventually, he gave up, tossing his book to the side. Lexi was snoozing lightly. Nico reached out for her warm, pink skin, tracing the bumps of her spine until he reached the tie still secured at the back of her neck. He pulled gradually, biting his lip when the knot gave way completely. He leaned forward, pressing his lips there, then kissing down her skin. Goosebumps dot her back, telling Nico she is awake. He adds his teeth to the equation, nipping until her soft moan pushes from her lips. He turns her hip, grinning as her top slides off to the side, exposing both breasts to him and anyone brave enough to spy. He barely gets his mouth around one rosy bud before Lexi is sputtering.

"Inside, Neeks. Now." He swipes his nose along her wet, pebbled nipple. She arches into the minimal touch. Nico looks down at her blown pupils wondering what's so wrong about taking her for himself here. Then he hears the distant sound of a boat motor.

Yeah, they better go inside.

#what my world spins around au

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snapscube · 1 year

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hi penny! i just wanted to say that seeing you take the effort to better your art skills is really inspiring me to do the same! thank you for creating amazing content and being an inspiration to a whole bunch of people!

(p.s. i love the way you draw noses! theyre just tiny lil bumps on the characters face and i love it)

thank you!!!! :') it means a lot! yeah noses are one of my favorite things to draw cause i kinda grew to really like big noses (like my own!) and ever since i developed that appreciation it's been really fun just going buckwild and saying "this nose can be shaped however i want it to be" and seeing the charm that it can add to a character

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astrxlfinale · 2 months

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"Before you pick the apple you gotta squeeze it and as squeezing strangers isn't exactly someone you go around doing, I'm doing thr next best thing and I'm treating you to dinner! On me! Consider it a 'Welcome To Liyue and a Yo You Gotta Taste This Before You Leave'-type of deal! It's the least I can do, seeing how my colleague forgot to say thanks for - well, I didn't get the details! I was busy trying to get a hold of someone else!"

Grinning from ear to ear, Gaming quickly pulled his hood from his head, revealing mismatched hair and rogue strands. Sharp, warm gaze set on the others features. "I'm Gaming! I know my way around all the tasty places of Liyue! Aaaand some other places, but obviously Liyue is closer, duh ; do you take your food spicy or bland? I recommend the spicy!"

For an instant there's a pause as the star faring traveler contemplates what in hell this upbeat guy expressed to him. Was the action of squeezing apples woven into some ancient Teyvat idiom? For an instant Caelus remains momentarily stunned, sizing them up before that smile of his grows bold as a result! A fair shot of laughter rings within as another loving tribute to the nation of Geo's prosperity. "The hell man! Not sure why you gotta be doomed as the middle man here.. Not that I'm a fan in kicking a gift horse in the mouth."

Speaking of, the clarity of those words sparks his memory, moreso what the allure of seeing the totality of Liyue present its majesty in the motion of commerce and long running history. Briefly did Caelus proceed to wriggle his nose, a mere afterthought spared to the 'haunting forces' that were plaguing merchants in lieu of some odd end.

"I was just giving my daily dose of clean up duty. These lil midget mages have been terrorizing poor bastards left n' right. Always searching and never finding, least, that's what the frozen moron squeaked out to me when I was giving their neck a workout. They've been cleared up" A fine case of headlock diplomacy tends to open an eager mouth.

Seeing the youth's vibrancy only managed to add to the Trailblazer's good mood. For a change, he didn't feel like being on any bullshit to an earnest face. "Caelus. From the best to worst tasting, a lil adventure does a body like mine a world of good. Nice to meet'cha man." He adds in, holding up a fist towards them in the good name of a bumping gesture.

"But! How about we take the spicy route? I want that kind of flavor that the tongue alone ain't tasting, my soul needs to be gettin' in on the action too! Y'know a place that can hook you up like that? I'm sure ya noticed, but I'm one of the newer faces in town.

More like this realm. That's neither here nor there however!

@avaere

#avaere #| Shuttle Mail #>:)c EEEEHEHEEHE #Gotta welcome him aboard!#I know these two would hit it off great

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ronanceisintheair · 1 year

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given the weather where i am, i was thinking about lil guy wheeler getting snow on his glasses and rob being there to try and help dry them and wanted to share this wisp of a thought with you :)

AUGHH!! yes that's it. That's the post.

Nance enjoys winter; not because he loves the cold. If anything he's adverse to the bitter winds that scratch at his cheek and leave his lips chapped and beaten if unattended. He hates the way the cold drys out his hands and just sinks right to the core of his bones.

But he loves what winter means. What it brings.

He loves snowy days filled with hot cocoa; filled to the brim with marshmallows and garnished with a candy cane. He loves snowy walks around downtown with Robin, their shoulders brushing and bumping as they walk next to each other hand in hand. He loves when they get a moment to breathe, a moment to try out the local outdoor rinks-he knows Robin loves it too even if they complain most of the time.

But cold and glasses don't always mesh together with smooth edges. The tedious task of wiping the foggy condensation from his glasses when he steps into a warm cozy space.

Robin laughs and teases him about it, but sometimes they best him to the punch; ever so careful when removing his glasses-whats a klutz-delicately wiping the lenses off.

"Here you go big guy-" one of those ironic nicknames that he's come to love hearing them say.

Outside; when the snow is falling, fresh white flakes whirl with the wind or fall dainty when there's none. They melt as they land on the lovers' coats and scarves, Robin catching a few on their tongue while Nance rolls his eyes in fond admiration of his dorky knight.

Snowflakes that fall and cling to the lenses and frames of his glasses, if only temporary; leaving traces behind that add up to obstruct and dilute the purpose of said glasses.

He'd consider just going without them, he doesn't need them per say, but that thought never last long. Not only does it unsettle him, but Robin always seems to be there right when he needs them. They smile, never make it feel like an obligation or like a chore; placing a kiss to his reddened nose before putting the freshly cleaned glasses back on his face.

Bonus:

The first snowfall in Boston, real snow where a few inches settle on the ground and everything is just cascaded in a sea of white, they can't help themselves but bundle up in sloppy fashion, rushing out of their apartment.

The first snowman of the season is what Nance has in mind, the winter protector of their apartment complex. Robin can't help the way they're already forming a snowball, they can't help that they have terrible aim or the way Nance moves slightly and the snow ends up hitting his face.

"Fuck! Fuck." Anxiety and other emotions surge inside of Robin's chest, gripping their throat slightly. They can tell he's taken completely off guard, the way he stumbles backwards ending up with his ass in the snow.

"Nance!" They call, despite being only a few feet away, "Nance, lovebug I'm so sorry," they're crouching down next to him, voice barely held together.

Nance doesn't look upset and his glasses seem to be okay for the most part; his face is a little red...and wet.

"Robbie give a guy a warning next time," he huffs lightly, their face already tells him guilt is eating them up inside, he would never add to it, "I'm okay, really." He reassures.

Robin swallows, sitting down in the snow with him; they take care of his glasses. Wiping them off, examining them in the orange street lights that glow above their heads, "I really didn't mean to."

He nods, taking the glasses after wiping his face off with the sleeve of his coat. After they're secured on his face Robin gets a face full of snow, "now we're even."

And they wouldn't expect anything less from him.

#bitch this got long.#ronance #gnc ronance #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #lil guy wheeler #thank you thank youujujuuij

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bluiex · 1 year

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i wroootte a lil smth for the warriors au >:)

i may or may not add more, if i do ill probably then put it on ao3 but for now itll just be here

also i dont remember nor care what pronouns they used on pizza in 3rd life. she/her pizza is what my brain decided on

Grian bounded away from the forest, an mischievous grin on his face as he heard the shouts of the other cats from within Dogclan's territory. He ran until he reached the outskirts of the desert, then slowing down to a walk when he was sure there was no one following him.

He had the bodies of 3 mice in his jaws, which he had hunted from the inside of Dogclan's camp. The desert had been lacking prey recently, and Scar had offhandly mentioned he was worried about how little there was. Grian, being the wonderful mate that he was, had decided he was going off to the forest to get prey regardless of what the selfish cats of Dogclan wanted.

He sighed as he let the adrenaline slowly sap out of his body, he had run into a Dogclan patrol while he was there, and they had warned him that the next time he was caught on their land he was dead. He continued walking towards the barn he could just barely see in the distance, excited to be able to show Scar the prey he had brought back.

Although that excitement didn't stay long, as his ears twitched at the sudden sound of shouting coming from the isolated barn. His walking picked up in speed until he was able to hear the words being said.

"PIZZA! PIZZA! Oh god where is she- PIZZA!" Were the words that were shouted out, and he knew it well enough as his mate's and the other cat's voice was clearly panicked. The speed walk he had quickly turned into a run, making his way towards his home as quick as he could.

He looked at the brown tabby, now more clear in his vision, he was shaking and was still shouting out the kit's name, dashing around but staying close to the abandoned building behind him. Grian slowed down as he got to the front of the barn, stepping over to Scar.

"Scar- Scar, calm down," He mumbled just loud enough for the other to hear over his panicked state, and Grian watched as the other's gaze drifted to him. There were tears welling up in the poor cat's eyes, he looked pathetic.

"Okay- good, thank you, now what's up with Pizza?" He was trying to sound as calm as he could as he asked the other, as to not panic him further. The other cat's eyes filled with even more tears, and Scar had to place his head on the light-brown cat's shoulder just to make sure they wouldn't fall.

"Pizza's gone, I- I can't find her anywhere, and you were hunting and I really didn't- don't - know what to do," The tabby whispered against the cat's fur. Grian felt himself panic aswell, though he quickly pushed it down, it wouldn't be useful if both of them were panicking.

He placed his head atop of Scar's, aswell as using his paw to embrace him in some sort of hug. This was just as comforting to Scar than it was to him, "Okay, that is- that's bad, where did you last see her?"

"I saw her in the barn, she was just sleeping and then I heard a noise that I thought was you coming back so I went to go check and then, then she was gone." Grian felt himself frown, there was no way that Pizza could have got that far, and although Scar was panicked he knew he wouldn't have gotten that way without checking everywhere in the barn for her.

The light-brown tom remained quiet, slowly stepping away from his mate and stepping over towards the inside of the barn. He heard the pawsteps of Scar following him inside, and looked behind him to see a confused look on his face.

Grian turned back, stepping towards the nest made out of straw and a couple leaves they had collected from the forest. He lowered his nose close to it and sniffed it, it reeked of the scent of Crastleclan cats and he scowled.

"What? Grian what's up?" Scar said as he looked at his mate's displeased expression, stepping next to him and bumping their shoulders together in comfort.

"It was Crastleclan, they took Pizza," He huffed, he was beyond angry. It wasn't like they had much reason to, considering how the two usually hunted on Dogclan land instead of theirs, as him and Scar both had a hatred of Wrenstar and his warriors.

It just didn't make sense.

-🧨 anon who almost forgot to sign off

WAAAH OMG PIZZA NO

PLEASE WRITE MORE PLEASE and put it on ao3 *threat* /j /nf

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #wc au

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sicjimin · 2 years

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TW : slight emeto, mpreg

Yoongi groans as he spits out dangling saliva from his lips. He sniffles, watching the murky liquid below him that was his dinner. He rests his head on the seat, not caring about how dirty and gross it is. He's just- tired. He's so done with morning sickness. This one is his second day of puking his guts out on ungodly hours- 4 AM. It's not about the time since he's used to still awake at that time daily too, but what he did at that time, and puking his dinner up is not something he wants to do at 4 AM.

Yoong slides his hand under Seokjin's hoodie that's engulfed his little body, rubbing it on his slightly swell tummy, hoping that the warmth of his hand could make his little baby there calm down.

He bites his lips as he feel his stomach rolling. Bringing a constant wave of nausea.

His nose scrunches as he feels something warm coming up. He swallowed it back. "Please calm down sweetheart," Yoongi whimpers, hoping that his baby there listens to him and stops tossing and turning.

Yoongi didn't know how long he has been dazing off in there, until suddenly a bright light blaring the whole room. He squints, lifting his head up.

"Yoongichi?", Seokjin trudge in. Kneeling himself beside his boyfriend that looks so small in his hoodie. His heart clenched at how pale and exhausted the latter is.

" How long have you been here?", Seokjin asks gently brushing a strand of his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Dunno ..", Yoongi mumbled, shifting his position to the older chest and nuzzling into his crook. Its comfortable. " this is bullshit, i'm tired", he adds. His voice has become so thick with nausea.

Seokjin chuckles lightly pressing his chin against Yoongi's forehead. "I'm sorry baby"

"Mhm, as you should. You are the one who makes me like this", Yoongi grunts.

The elder giggles lightly as he runs his hand through his lover's dark curls, stealing a peck on the latter lips, immediately gaining a light slap.

"But i have no regrets though, you look cute all pouty like this. and with your lil bump, and how your cheeks just-", he squeezed Yoongi's cheeks, causing the younger groans and swatted his hand away, "fluffy. like a dumpling. You're cute"

Seokjin grin when he sees Yoongi's cheeks redden in instant. Yoongi was not a shy type but this hormone wack on pregnancy got him moodier and, easy to tease. Seokjin loves that, how the younger cheeks easily blushed even though he just placed a kiss of murmuring soft words. Its adorable.

"You're ridiculous", Yoongi grunts, lips forming a pout. "Rub my tummy. Maybe your baby will stop making me nauseous"

A huge grin stretches on Seokjin's face, as he does exactly what Yoongi told him to. "At your command, your Highness"

They stay like that for quite times, a yawn occasionally seeping through Seokjin's. It was calming at first, but apparently it didn't work that well though. The only result was more nausea for Yoongi as time goes by.

"Fuck ..", Yoongi groans as he shifts, pulling himself away and facing the bowl again.

" You're gonna throw up again?", Seokjin asked concerned, moving a stray bangs away from Yoongi's face, placing his head on the younger shoulder as he wrapped him in his arms. Yoongi shakes his head and pulls away half-heartedly, "Hyung .. stop .. i really don't feel well", he grunts in a pout. Again. Seokjin resists himself to kiss the pout away.

Seokjin retreats, this time he runs his hand on Yoongi's back, occasionally massaging his nape when Yoongi's body lurched forward, followed by a stream of beige liquid slipping from his mouth.

Seokjin winces at the loud sound of liquid hitting the water, " You are doing great, Yoongichi"

"I'm sick of it..", he groaned before he heaves another bout of vomit. Again.

Yoongi lets out an annoyed huff as he wipes the remaining vomit on his lips. He sits back with a heavy sigh and rubs his face.

"Are you done?" Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods, turns towards him and hiding his face on the older crooks again, "For now. But i still feel so queasy hyung", he mutters. Seokjin smiles as he feels Yoongi's lips mouthed on his skin.

Seokjin reached out to flushes the toilet, " Lets get you back in bed, okay? How does chamomile tea sounds?"

He heard an affirmative grunt from Yoongi and he helps him up and walk slowly towards their bedroom. They both got ready and made their way towards their shared bed.

As soon as they reach bed, Yoongi immediately throws himself onto the mattress and cuddle into the middle of the bed. He burrows his face in the pillow and closes his eyes tight, letting out a deep breath.

He feels the other laying beside him and feels Seokjin running fingers soothingly up and down his spine. Yoongi let out a soft whimper, turning around slowly and burying his face on Seokjin's chest. He lets out a soft sigh.

Yoongi's grip tightened around the blanket. " Hyung. why this nausea won't leave me." he mumbles.

" It'll be okay sweetheart, its alright. Let me make your chamomile tea and then we sleep again", Seokjin whispers, running a hand through Yoongi's dark locks, placing a soft peck on his temple before he retreats to the kitchen.

Yoongi doesn't move but he does listen as Seokjin steps leaving the room. He lets out another whine as he rolls onto his side and clutches onto the blankets.

His breathing gets heavier as his stomach churns again. He feels his eyelids drooping.

" Yoongichi", Seokjin says softly, walking over to where the boy lays on the bed. He places the tray with steaming hot chamomile tea on the bedside table.

Yoongi turns and opens his eyes sleepily. He looks so peaceful as he's snuggled deep in Seokjin's pillow. His hair falling beautifully on his forehead. His cheekbones are high. His plump pink lips were pursed in a thin line. Seokjin can't help but coo.

He leans down and presses another kiss on his nose causing the younger to frown. "Hey". He mumbles. " I brought you some chamomile tea"

Yoongi nods slowly, sitting up, reaching out to grab hold of the drink and sips carefully. The liquid goes down smoothly and settles warmly on his belly.

After drinking the entire cup and swallowing it, he lies back down, resting his head on Seokjin's chest.

"I hope i won't throw this tea back up in few hours", Yoongi mutters sleepily. His eyelids feel heavy and heavy.

Seokjin laughs and caresses his hair once more, smiling brightly, " Me too baby. Im sorry, but you'll be fine, dont worry". Seokjin kisses his forehead. " Now go sleep". Seokjin pats him in the tummy.

"Okay."

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!yoongi #caretaker!seokjin #another mpreg fic

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tuliptyper · 2 years

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Unique Features; AOT Men

quick lil hcs for what unique (and attractive) features i think the aot men have while i avoid my family lmao

let me know if you guys want different characters (including any of the girls)! thnx for reading and please leave a comment/reblog!

implied modern au setting

includes; Connie, Eren, Jean, Armin, Marco + Reiner

✾ Connie:

- acne scars on mostly his cheeks leading down to his jaw line <3

- probably gap teeth! <3

- grey hair (canon), i like to think that its a genetic thing and almost everyone/every guy in his family greys super young

- related to the grey hair thing, light eyebrows!

✾ Eren:

- big ass forehead <33

- long lashes + big, upturned eyes; his lashes are less pronounced because of his lighter hair color

✾ Armin:

- natural pout/heart-shaped lips <33 hes super hydrated to so you know theyre not chapped!

- bushier brows; not as thick as Erwins but he does have to maintain them and its very cute to watch because he gets super in the zone hehe

- thin hair; ik people typically hate having thin hair because it tends to be fragile, i like petting/stroking thinner hair because its so soft and easy to tossle about lmaoo (i have really fucking thick hair, my scalp gets so hot, not to mention i need to get it THINNED like every 2-3 months bc it gets so heavy)

✾ Reiner:

- higher body fat% / tummy chub! while he is muscular, he has a lovely layer of fat that adds to his frame and its just *chefs kiss*. men ESP with a little tummy pudge are so FIINNEEE

- stretch marks; more concentrated at the back of his knees, hips, shoulders and lower back. they're lighter than his skin tone and look like lighting bolts fr, they are so cool and gorgeous too

- shnoz bump (canon); i loooveeee bumpy, big, hooked, droopy, pointed, generally shapely noses! they're not only a display of cool heritage but also hot as fuck. i said my piece. (also imagine him telling you his embarrassing stories of getting into fights/knocking into walls that caused the bump while he bashfully rubs it WAAAA)

- boney, thinner fingers; 100% projection because i have boney (not skinny) fingers and i dont like how weirdly masculine my hands are. he probably has to get all his rings extended and gets shy when you play with them absentmindedly

✾ Marco:

- beauty spots/marks/moles; hes a moley boyy! has 13 and counting, probably. definitely searched up the meaning of each placement and felt so enlightened LMAO

- dennie-morgan folds/eczema wrinkles; hes got cute little wrinkles on his eyes that basically destroyed his aegyo sal (idk what it would be called in english other than under eye bags? puffy under eyes??) and made his eyelids more wrinkly

- yellow tinted/unbuffed nails, since he wears nail polish without a base coat and they get stained. but also theyre very strong since they haven't been buffed/thinned out!

✾ Jean:

- wavy/type 2 hair that only ever showed when he started growing out his mullet. very french, very cute, 11/10

- amber eyes. his stare is intense but not intimidating <3 hes the only neurotypical man i would give eye contact to 💅

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safethrucloth · 2 years

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PRETTY BOY !

warnings: fluff bc i said so. camilo uses he/him pronouns. reader has YOU pronouns(?) im writing warnings at 11pm bare w me im sleep deprived. reader kinda sassy idk how do u even describe- fuck it.

notes: my one and only braincell in math class is surprisingly heart shaped but goes for camilo the loml. agajahejs also if this first drabble of mine’s a lil… or maybe too messy, all the blame goes to prefuckingcalculus. FUCK MATH ISTG.

“don’t… don’t look at me like that” you gush, cheeks slowly turning red as camilo and you waltzed on the floors of the casita. “you’re making me feel embarrassed.”

“don’t be mi vida, there’s no need to be.” the boy says, but his growing curiosity makes him tilt his head to the side as he swung your body to the left, “and why would you be?”

“don’t call me that.” you hiss as you correct his first sentence, then begin to hesitate when you swung back his way. your careful to not step on his feet, as your anxiousness grew by the second. you were already regretting what you’d just said so you decide to dismiss you words with a shake of your head. “… nevermind, it’s stupid anyway.”

but to no avail, he’s now turned curious as a teasing smile was now on his lips. “oh really now?”

you bite you inner jaw, and scowl before exhaling through your nose. “fine.” you huff, face almost red as a rose bush as you advert your (e/c) eyes from his viridescent ones “it’s because i’m not…”

“not what?” he challenges.

“i’m not…” slowly, you begin to admit. before forcing your words out of your lips, voice meek as you let your sentence finish. “pretty like you.”

camilo pauses for a moment and you almost step on his foot this time, before he’s suddenly erupting in loud joyous fits of laughter, attracting the eyes of a few villagers as he was seemingly approving of the statement himself. and the blush on your cheeks slowly dissipate as you deepen your scowl.

he turns you around then, the coyest of smiles playing on his lips as he replies. “yeah, you’re not pretty.”

you huff, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips, you playfully roll your eyes. “yeah i’m ugly alright, thanks for bruising what’s left of my self esteem with your very kind words, oh sweet señor.”

but what he adds next is what’s enough to flip your entire stomach and take all the air in your lungs away. to add, his face was now a mere few centimeters away from your own and you can now feel his breath on your skin, you almost feel the way his lips morphed into a soft smile.

“you’re not pretty, you’re beautiful. you’re glowing.”

flustered. you laugh awkwardly as you both stopped waltzing. the music from the band had ceased, and your cheeks flared like a hot pot of paella your mama cooked, you were now looking everywhere but him. “w-what are you even saying?”

he smiles an enigmatic smile, “i’m saying you’re very pretty, y/n.” he pauses, hands lingering the slightest on your waist before continuing in a light whisper to your ear, “pretty for someone like me.”

you pause too. and you swear you could hear the loud thumping of your heart in your ears as he let you go and lightly bumped your shoulder before walking away. and you badly want to go ahead and stop him and try to get at least one word of explanation to the words he’d just said.

instead you stay glued to your spot, i’m not falling for your antics today. pretty boy.

#this was so badly written i am so sorry #camilo encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo x reader #camilo fluff #jia.writes

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.

Because there's only one freaking bed.

Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?

Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.

What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.

Maybe you just might pull your hair out.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!

Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!

All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.

Word Count: 4,602

Hell.

This was absolute pure fucking hell.

As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.

Great. This was just great.

No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.

Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.

But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.

You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.

"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.

"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."

Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.

It made you shiver.

Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.

You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.

Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.

It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.

Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.

Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.

Well. That certainly would be pleasant.

"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."

***

After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.

Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.

When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.

It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.

From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.

But it was the contrary.

He liked you.

He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.

Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.

The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.

"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.

"Yes, Sarge."

He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.

Not that he would tell you that.

No.

Never.

***

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."

So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.

Nope.

There was only one.

Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.

"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."

You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."

Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

Get yourself together Barnes.

Don't throw her over your shoulder.

Don't do that.

"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.

And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.

Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.

With him.

In the same frigging bed together.

Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.

But tonight though?

Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.

Just the slightest bit.

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."

***

Warm.

He was just oh so warm.

Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.

You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.

Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.

Nope.

There were no heaters in the safehouse.

Absolutely none.

Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.

He had chosen the latter.

With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.

It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.

For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.

And then he heard it.

Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.

"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.

"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.

Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.

"Omega. Wake up."

Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.

You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.

Her Alpha had given her a Command.

So why wouldn't she listen?

Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.

Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.

Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.

You had been having a nightmare.

A full-fledged nightmare.

You hadn't had one of those in a while.

"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.

You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.

"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.

You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.

For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.

You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"

"Not long."

Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.

Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.

Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.

A deep rumble had come from Bucky.

The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.

You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.

A deep groan came from Bucky.

Was he asleep?

You stopped moving.

Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.

Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.

You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.

A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.

Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."

Your eyes flew open.

He was awake.

And you had been-

Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.

He saw red.

Pure absolute red.

You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.

Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.

When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.

"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.

Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.

Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.

Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.

Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.

He felt free.

This was freeing to him.

And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.

Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.

"More, more, more, please James, please-"

Something snapped in him.

Broke.

Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.

You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.

Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?

Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.

You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.

You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.

James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.

Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.

Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.

Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.

Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.

Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.

"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."

Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.

You swore.

Like- you really did.

You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.

But it wasn't like you were complaining though.

Because you weren't.

Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.

His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.

Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.

It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.

"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."

Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.

Theirs.

You were theirs.

After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.

"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."

A noise came from you.

"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"

Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.

"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.

"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.

"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.

"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.

"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."

A noise of deep discomfort came from you.

"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"

"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."

A deep rumble came from your Mate.

"I love you too, Little Omega."

Your head peeked up.

"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucky burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."

"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."

The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.

"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."

Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.

"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.

You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.

"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."

"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."

His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.

A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.

His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.

Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.

"Mine."

A harsh thrust made you sob.

"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"

You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.

Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.

He lifted his head.

Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.

"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.

Home.

You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.

"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.

Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.

"I love you too, Alpha."

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