#v.'s 2.5k celebration

[saintmuses]

❝𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧❞

Pairing:

William Killick x Dylan’s Sister!Reader

Summary:

William had to cross the countryside of Wales to England to save Y/N Thomas from Dylan’s drunken rage, not knowing he would place her in another dangerous territory until it was too late.

Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Slight age gap (5 years between Reader and William). Possessive!William, and he is dark as well. Mentions of trauma bond, implied abuse (from Dylan). Deaths of Dylan and Vera. Minors, dni! Note: don’t mind my mistakes on trauma bond and separation anxiety :(. Trauma bonding was discovered in 1980s, and I’m only using the part of emotional addiction, dependency and trust in trauma bonding due to how William ensures being her safety net. Therefore, pretend the knowledge of trauma bonding and secondhand trauma exists in 1940s, and I would be implying modern therapy in this fic in order for this to work due to how horrible therapy was in 1940s especially with women. As much as I adore sweet William, I absolutely love dark version of him as well.

Word Count: 2.5k

1947

The fire was blazing in its warmth, as if there was nothing smothering it, casting a soft orange glow around the room, leaving the corners dark and untouched at the cottage.

He was sitting down on gaudy furniture, holding a tumbler of amber liquid, observing the movement of light.

He was aware of her standing by the doorway, he knew she was feeling out of place at the moment as he felt the weight of her gaze as it landed on him.

He couldn't stand the scrutiny he could feel radiating off her.

In response to the tension, his fingers tightened around the glass, only to release his grip slightly when he heard a subtle echo in her footsteps.

"We need to talk, William." She whispered. 

The words carried to his ears, sounding afraid the words that held so much weight would pierce the world that surrounded them.

It could.

That night when he had returned to the very town in England that caused him nothing but bitterness of the memories that were lost a long ago, swearing to the bottom of his heart that he was going to protect Y/N from her brother to ensure she would live.

Vera had told him that Y/N sent a letter to her, pleading for her help to save her from the alcoholic rage her brother would have ever since losing Vera.

He had only met her briefly during Dylan Thomas’ birthday celebration at the pub where they frequented before he left for the war. She was pretty, but timid that he barely paid any attention to her presence.

He left his warm kitchen that night, leaving the imprint of the memory at the kitchen table and the chair, not knowing it would change everything he thought he had known.

The world was fleeting. Regimes rise and fall, he tended not to be fazed by it especially after the war. Tyrants still exist to this day, ruling with an iron fist along with kings and queens representing a lie as figureheads to politics and scheming. Another way to say the world had gone to shit, but God, she was beautiful.

He had saved her just in time, reaching for her floating head in the clawed bathtub. Her hair was floating covering his hands as he pulled her out of the tub, her face revealed black and violet prints.

Ethereal beauty, as if she was a siren beckoning him despite the flaws of the abuse her brother had put her through.

He then took her away after giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, turning her body over as her body rejected the liquid. Away from the life she had lived, away from the ones that caused her nightmares.

Leaving everything behind with little regards.

He also left Dylan on the floor, drunken with drool leaking out from the side of his mouth before leaving the house on fire along with a hole in his head where it should’ve been the first time, he had attempted to shoot him. Fortunately, Caitlin and her children were out of town when it happened.

It was a secret he was going to carry to his grave if there was ever one for him.

His little need to protect his love from the horrors of the world had consumed him especially after what she had gone through. It was a parasite borne out of the need after witnessing her experiencing the near brush with death that night several moons ago.

What he had failed to calculate in his need to protect her, is how he was not able to protect her from the one person who served the biggest threat to her life.

Him.

The one person he had thought would've been her brother.

Oh, but he was mistaken.

He was wrong.

It was him all along.

Now there was an obsession that was highly volatile. A need to own her every move, every sweet gaze that he only wanted to her sweet eyes straight at him. He wanted to own it, every beautiful piece of her and leave nothing else for the rest of the world to have.

Of course, he had tried to control himself as best as he could; However, he could not outrun his impatience despite telling himself that he could.

There are some things he could carry patience for and there are things he could not.

He protected her from the world, but he couldn't protect her from him.

He was done trying to control the monster crawling out of his soul to consume her.

She could have his heart if she had the stomach to take it, even when he had already given it to her that night.

She trusted him, he knew that. However, her trust she blindly bestowed on him would severely damage if she had found out the truth he held from her.

The reasoning why Vera was gone in the middle of the night as well.

Y/N, for all of the generous parts of her, needed to help him to take care of his child Rowatt.

It had been six months since he had committed an act of murder against Vera who was buried far away that no one would think to find her body and kept it like a secret in the form of an oath.

It wasn't until one night the dynamic between them had changed when she came to him in the middle of the night, and confessed she was having a nightmare.

It wasn't until she quietly begged him to stay in the same bed as her. Begging him implicitly to taunt his monster that resided in his soul.

Being susceptible to sweet charm of hers, he gave in.

After it was all said and done, he knew it by then. Even prior to her going in town to meet up with a psychiatrist, he held it from her.

He had kept his distance, at least a foot between them, so stiff the tension taunted him of how close she was and yet so far at the same time.

Somehow, she grabbed his hand, tugging his arm with all of her strength which ended up with him rolling over and laid his arm across her waist from behind, keeping a respectful touch to it.

All she had said was the word please.

Needless to say, his control over the beast that resided in him snapped.

He pulled back enough to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance before sliding right in. He nearly growled as her wet, molten walls stretched open to envelope his cock, struggling against his girth, but accepting the intrusion eventually.

Her hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside her.

He enclosed her wrist with his fingers, guiding her hand towards her chest before wrapping his arms around her and held her tightly.

"Love," he purred his pet name for her into her ear as his hips met hers. "This is mine," he murmured as his breath kissed her ear.

He could hear her gasping and felt her shuddering in his arms, his eyes falling shut as he withdrew slightly before thrusting again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could from this position.

He'd imagined this in his mind and in his dreams whenever he slept, for so long and now that he had her...he couldn't ever let her go. Finally caught in his golden cage, a wild bird that would still sing.

Every inch of her was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last, and all his.

A wild bird that sung beautifully.

"You're doing so well for me, love." He patronized her, growling slightly when he pressed deep into her pussy. His fingers tightened on her hips, dragging her into him as much as he could so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of her. 

He nearly shuddered when Y/N whined, a long-broken noise, and he leaned towards her neck in response, pressing his lips to her damp skin while trying his best to make her sing again. “You don’t want to wake up Rowatt.” He panted, thrusting faster, and slamming his hips against hers more forcefully.

His keen sense of hearing picked up on her whimper that managed to escape from her lungs, and he groaned through his teeth.

He leaned back slightly before reaching down with his hand to spread her buttocks apart so he could see his cock stretching her out, pushing into her pliant body. The sight of it made his head fall back for a moment, inhaling sharply before he pulled her close again and started thrusting with a brutal force.  He reached around and brought two fingers to her clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"William," she gasped, arching her back in response.

He hummed a little in approval. "Y/N, you're so beautiful looking like this," he praised, jerking his hips harshly. She cried out and shuddered, pushing herself on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by her desperation, his thrusts slowed down.

She whined and kept going, her buttocks slapping against his hips loudly in a clear desperation. His fingers were still rubbing her bundle of nerves, he could feel her walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and her body beginning to shake.

He leaned towards her neck, pressing his lips against her skin once more before his lips pulled back, revealing his blunt teeth, he then sank his teeth into the curve of her neck hard as he could to mark her. To ruin her.

The blood dripped into his mouth. It was at the point where he realized his teeth successfully made its mark into her skin that his eyes rolled back into his head.

The absolute second he heard her cry out in alarm, twinged with pleasure as she reached the peak, he grabbed her and rolled both of them over until she was on her stomach, and he was brutally fucking her into the mattress as he still refused to detach from her neck.

He could still feel her pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper. He withdrew his teeth from her neck, grunting against the mess of her skin.

"Y/N, you feel so exquisite," he purred, pinning her down by the back of her shoulders as he sped up even more.  He laughed lightly when he felt her walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting her swollen clit with each thrust. "You are a needy little thing, wanting more even when I'm tearing you apart," he taunted as he gave a brutal thrust.

She whined in response. "William," she gasped his name, sobbing hoarsely. "Please don't stop..." she moaned weakly as she begged.

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured her. "You'll never have to beg me for it. I will always give you; you have my word on that, Y/N." He murmured darkly, leaning towards her ear. "You take it so good, love. You were made for me."

He could hear her swallowing, "I want us to be real." She confessed softly, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. The furniture is relatively average, so there was a little room between him and her.

He refused to look at her ever since the truth of their connection had been revealed.

Secondhand Trauma Bonding. Her psychiatrist had called it. He was angry when Y/N came to him about it.

"This type of bond occurred due to emotions you’ve had for me after the night I found you in the bathtub and I didn’t stop you from depending on me. So, whatever we are...we are very much real." He stated in a flat tone, placing the tumbler down onto the coffee table in front of him. "Isn't that enough for us?"

There was a pause. He could hear her heart pounding as she contemplated the words to say to him. "William, I want this to be real, not some...influence from the trauma bond I imposed on you."

"What do you want me to do?" He snapped, asking her with an angry tone as he glared into the fireplace. "The bond is borne from the emotions you’ve experienced from your brother. You couldn’t help but to find a safety net which is me. So if you think it is wrong…" he muttered, trailing off. "I don't know what to do, Y/N. So, tell me, if you do know."

Lie.

He knew how to stop the bond induced by the emotional ordeal from trauma which she had depended on him for, but he simply just did not want to.

"I do." She exhaled softly, wringing her fingers. William had to tramp down the urge to reach across and take her hands into his.

He had a feeling he would not like her next words. "I talked to Caitlin earlier," she hesitated, giving him a brief glance. "She told me that there is a place for me at her home so we could lessen the dependency on the bond we have. That way I can work on myself then…" The rest of the sentence faded out as the noises coming out of her voice droned out as his gaze on the fire grew with an intense focus.

Damn it all to hell. Of course, even when Dylan was already long in ashes, Caitlin Thomas would be the one to start trouble. 

He nearly growled, abruptly slamming down the reaction before it could escape from his chest.

He should let her go.

He was a gentleman, he told himself, scoffing internally knowing the truth.

He had to do the right thing and let her go. That way she could get better like she wanted to, that she deserved, then she could come back to him.

He understood where she was coming from. The bond they both shared influenced their separation anxiety that they were rarely apart from each other until one day it all came crashing down. However, his fear of the unknown is gripping him.

He knew of his emotional attachment to her. 

He was not afraid of the fact that his feelings might’ve not be real because it was. It occurred right before she even began to depend on him for the bond that existed between them. He was afraid of her feelings for him.

What if it disappeared after the time and distance apart as she worked on herself?

The thought of it washed over him with a ferocious force of anger that it nearly knocked the breath out of him.

The orange glow wavered slightly in the air as if it could feel his anger brimming on the edge through his veins.

He could feel the tendrils of possessiveness wrapping around her, tightening their reins on her fire that was brimming but not roaring enough to break away from the shackles that was him.

She wasn't going anywhere.

Never.

"It's not going to happen, love."

#william killick x y/n #william killick x you #william killick x reader #william killick #the edge of love #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy

[frostironfudge]

Lost In Devotion (Dark!Thor Smut)

Summary: Prayers to Thor rarely go unanswered, your complaints about him get his personal attention.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, non con/dub con, oral, main kink: electric stimulation, edging, nipple play, p in v, oral fem receiving, allusions to kidnapping. dom/sub dynamics, also this was to answer @stevesmewmew 's question to what do you think can happen with lightening on those fingers? also this is the first time i've written something with this much of dark elements, lmk what you think, also any hate will just be blocked cause i will do what is necessary to protect my space. sorta doing kinktober.

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Thor can hear them the whispers and chants, of the people that believe. The people that want a ravenous thunderstorm to end the drought. 

They pray to him, for a crackle of thunder, for thr glorious sight of the beacon of lightening. He smiles as he hears them. 

From all over Midgard, all around, for different reasons. 

Pleas. 

Prayers. 

Praises. 

Devotion. 

He stares around the warrior table, celebrating their win against another realm, cheers ring every few moments.  

Thor still feels incomplete in his victory. Something grounding, something— his thoughts halt, an angered complaint breaking past the barrier. 

‘This god that you dare sacrifice me too? He won’t end your pain.’

‘Thor my Sire see what they do to me!’ 

‘They try to take what is yours.’ 

‘Thor Odinson see what these people are attempting to do to me! You never called for sacrifice!’ 

‘What kind of God are you for allowing this!?’ 

‘Never visiting, why should I worship you?’

‘You are just like those other gods! Feeding off of our fears and yet not rewarding devotion.’

Thor blinks, his gaze roaming over the grand room he finds Loki perched in a corner, book in hand. 

“Brother.” Thor calls out an idea forming in his mind he’d pay this voice a visit. 

Loki’s green gaze lift from his book to catch Thor  gesturing to meet outside. The younger sibling was deciding to leave and this would be a good opportunity to not return to the boisterous event. 

The two brothers meet upon the quaint balcony.

“Is another battle upon your mind?” Loki muses, Thor shakes his head. 

“Midgard, they are choosing to sacrifice, I hear her pleas and complaints.” Thor explains, thumb tracing the smooth stone of the wall. 

“Ever the hero. What purpose do I serve in this grand plan? Shouldn’t you request the Bi-Frost be opened for Odin’s heir?” Loki raises a brow when It seems apparent that Thor does not want a certain all seer to know. 

“Ah, you want me to take you to Midgard.” He concludes. 

“I’d prefer that brother.” Thor wonders what Loki must be thinking, he himself never requested but there was something unfulfilled within his chest. Perhaps saving this maiden could quell it. 

“Alright brother, meet me in your chambers, however I have my own business upon Midgard.” Loki walks away cape drifting in the air as he moves. 

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Thor watches, impatience setting into his fingers, crackles of lightening dance on his palm. 

Loki opens up the portal to Yggdrasill. The tree stands with the branches, Thor searches, Loki walks the knowing path towards the branch of Midgard. 

“How many times have you traversed?” Thor wonders trailing behind his brother. 

Loki chuckles, “I’d rather you not know.” 

“Now where is this distressed damsel?” The raven haired brother enquires.

“I believe,” Thor pauses, offering Loki his hand and tapping into the prayers he heard from the snow capped place. 

“Very well,” Go towards there, Loki points to the branch displaying a snowy storm. 

“How shall I get back?” 

“Here, tap this seven times, you will be teleported back to your chambers.” Loki hands a trinket to Thor, beads tied together with .

“Alright.” Thor steps off, Loki watches turning to his own destination. 

The townspeople hold up flaming torches, borders of crowd, men grabbing onto a figure in scarce clothing. You shiver. 

Though Thor observes your eyes alit with a rage. 

“You think Thor will forgive you?!” You bellow, her voice the same as Thor heard. 

“Leave me!” You roar, thrashing the bindings on you tighten. 

“He doesn’t care, he hears not my prayers! What will he answer you!” You yell. 

The lightening crackles upon his fingers again. 

Thor admires your eyes showing fire. 

A thought crosses him. How would you look on the cusp of being broken by him?

You pause your fight, as gasps echo Thor stands on the rock you were to be tied upon. 

“My people.” His voice booms, thunder rumbling in the distance. 

Everyone falls to their knees, you stand defiant, still displeased. You still think he’s here to take you. 

“I have come to take your sacrifice. Comply and your people shall be blessed.” He looks over everyone, extending his arm to you. 

“Please.” Your voice thick.

His eyes shine with mirth when you take his hand. You have curses on the tip of your tongue for this townsfolk.

“Sire, they,” your eyes water,  shivers wreck though your form. 

“Fret not sweet devotee, I heard your pleas to save you. They shall perish for laying a finger upon your unwavering devotion.” He whispers in your ear, taking off his cloak wrapping it around you. 

His woodsy scent engulfs you with his warmth. 

“Perish?” Your brows raise, you never meant grave harm. 

Thor cups your cheek, a bright light taking over his eyes, the lighting and thunder boom above. Storm clouds settling in, “You called upon needing protection did you not?”

“Y-yes.” You admit.

“You have sworn your devotion to me have you not? No matter what I ask?” He tilts his head, observing you. 

Eyes tracing over your body. 

You pull the cloak over you, he chuckles. 

“I have, Sire.” 

“Then let me help you. You may thank me later in a way I deem fit.” Thor shifts back, turning to the people who decided to cause harm. 

“Turn around, sweet one.” Thor says, as you turn away. 

The haunting screams don’t last long. A dull buzz echoes as the silence is piercing only the howling wind drowns the remains of the screams the clearing held. 

Thor grabs you by the waist. 

“Lead me to your home.” He instructs. 

“You, they—,” you look at the singed bodies. 

“I tolerate not their horrific behaviours. My devotees know I only need prayer not sacrifice. Those are barbaric ways. I have different methods of prayer my dear, tell me your name?”

His hand is warm around you, light blue eyes mirthful. You give him your name, the God grins as you lead him to your home. The remainder of the village still asleep. 

Your home at the end of the border. Thor smiles admiring the quaintness. You open the door for him, biting your lip as you see the mess. 

“I believe I gave them way easily.” Thor clicks his tongue seeing the state of your upturned home. You drop the cloak to clear the small bedding for him to sit. 

“I, I wish I could have made you more comfortable, Sire.” You worry of his displeasure. 

“You may use my name, as you did in prayer.” He perches on the bed, a crackle of lightening on the make shift stove ignites a flame. You sigh in content at the source of warmth. 

“Would you, would you care for a meal?” You look up at him.

“I would, however, I wonder if you would deny me.” He muses, the temperature has your flesh peek through the thin fabric of sacrifice. 

“I do not understand? Do, do you want me to pray?” You wonder, eyebrows furrowed. 

“In a sense, sweet devotee.” Thor stands, making his way to you in long strides. 

“Tell me, have you laid with another man?” He questions, your skin heats. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. 

Thor chuckles, “I am only a scarcely patient man, devotee.” 

“I have, S-sire—Thor,” you correct, his thumb brushes over your jaw, he grasps it observing your features, tilting your face side to side. 

“Lay down, I want you to pray to me. No matter what do not stop.” He instructs, “If you stop, I will not reward your devotion. Do not question me, follow my word.” 

You look at the bed, “I,” 

His eyes are alit again, “As I say devotee. Lay, down.” 

You scramble, laying on the bed, the tongue you were taught, the hymn of his praise.

Thor smiles, making his way to you, bending your knees, your words falter, he squeezes your inner thigh in warning. 

You swallow cold air greets your drawn apart thighs, Thor settles between them. 

“Th-Thor…” you pause again, as his lips trace your inner thighs.  

“Devotee. Do you not want to thank me? I protected you. I’m simply taking what is mine. What you promised to me. What you have vowed in those sweet hymns.” He explains. 

“This?” You look at him, he cups your mound, middle finger on your bundle of nerves. A current pulses from his finger on the nub you keen as the sensation travels up your stomach. 

“Continue my sweet devotee, your voice called upon me. I am simply rewarding you.” Thor’s eyes are a thin rim of blue, the electric sensation returns your hips lift. A moan escapes your lips. 

“So responsive.” He gleams, your wetness pools on his palm. His tongue greets and you fumble over your words again as he hums against your entrance. 

“Divine.” He commends, “However, I never asked you stop the hymns.” Your stomach tightens. 

“Seems you have a lot to learn.” His hands trace up your sides, you begin to sing again. 

“Continue.” He grasps your breasts, nipples hardening, his thumbs and index fingers pinch each a jolt of current moves through the nubs, you moan the words, Thor grins wickedly, watching you lose focus. 

“I see you enjoy that, making a mess of my armour.” His thigh flush against your core, the leather coated in your arousal. 

You gasp as the current jolts again, his mouth latches onto one nipple and his fingers return to your clit. He suckles on your nipple as the other and your clit are subjected to the torturous electric current, your hands move to his hair. 

Thor enjoys the struggle of wanting to push him away and pull him closer. He switches to the other side, your hips have you rut against his palm as the current evokes a need within you. 

“Keep singing sweetness,” Thor’s hands roam your body, random jolts against your clit or nipples, he enjoys each time you stumble over your words. 

The current spreading through your inner thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, your voice grows breathy, your hymn turn into begs, two thick digits enter you, your walls squeezing around him, tongue flicking over your nub. 

Preens, and whines fill your home, Thor’s groans against you, as though he begins to unravel the taught thread holding you at the seams. 

His fingers rub over a spongy spot, he chuckles, the current from his fingers cause you to moan his name, your hips lift his ministrations upon your clit do not relent. Thrusts of his fingers don’t stop every flick over the spongy spot accompanied by his electric current. 

You’re a withering mess, every time you feel he will let the coil snap allow you into bliss he stops. You beg, beg, beg. 

He relents not, enjoying the way he has you dancing along the edge with him. His own length hard, aching. 

“Do you want release, devotee?” He moves away from you. 

“Please, please, Sire.” 

“Apologise then,” he grabs your breasts, you cry out, tears escaping your eyes. 

“Sire—,” your voice breaks, his lips wipe the tears. 

“Aw, devotee, you wondered what kind of god am I? Very benevolent when I am not accused.” The fingers inside you return, the current jolts through you, thumb circling your clit, bliss is within reach you sob as he stops yet again. 

“Oh sweet thing, you tears have me so hard. Apologise. I shall give you what you want and more.”

“I-I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t I was being—,” You moan, gooseflesh raises, he isn’t touching you yet you feel the current hum, building in crescendo as the coil winds in your stomach. 

“Keep apologising.” Thor warns, watching you writhe and hips lift, cunt clenching around nothing. 

Mewls, moans and breathless apologies fall from your lips, you look so beautiful he thinks, he continues letting the electric current lead you to bliss. 

Your orgasm hits with a cry, your arousal seeps all over, coating your thighs and the sheets. 

Aftershocks wreck through you, a thin rim of blue enters your hazy vision, then you are turned upon your hands and knees. Then you feel a burning stretch. 

Thor’s girth and length massive, he sinks inch by inch. Moaning at your tightness. Hands gripping your hips. 

“Might have to keep you for myself, devotee. A cunt as sweet and tight. Oh sweet, sweet darling.” Thor chuckles, you moan as he bottoms out, he presses his palm over your lower abdomen. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your mid-back. What should be a soothing gesture only spurs on the current across your skin again. 

“Feel myself right there.” He groans as your cunt spams to squeeze his cock. 

“Want to milk me don’t you? Look at your pretty tears, all for your god, your saviour. You asked for me correct. Here I am.” He begins to move, first slow then he begins to speed up.

“Y-yes.” you whimper, his grunts only having you grow slicker, aiding his movements.

“Prayed for this haven’t you, prayed for me to fill your darkest day. Here I am.” 

Wet squelches and skin slapping he guides your hips to meet his thrusts. Your moans echo in the silent night, thunder rumbles outside. 

Thor pulls you against him, your kneeling, his cock splitting you apart, massive you can’t form a coherent thought, his hands seize your breasts playing with your nipples. 

He tugs and pulls, the current returns and he chuckles darkly. 

“Oh you love it, your cunt loves my ability, just wants to keep me inside her. Fuck,” Thor keeps thrusting into you. 

He’s going to keep you with him. His hand returns to your clit, tapping with each tap a current filled jolt. 

You scream his name as each tap on your clit is in sync with his cock hitting the spot inside you, your walls spasm pulling him back inside. Wanting to place him there permanently. 

Your lips part for a prayer of his name and plead for him to guide you to the bliss. Your arousal gushes around his cock, you moan more as the electric jolts keep spasming your clit. Arched against him lips parted in a silent cry as your orgasm takes over you, toes curling. Making you thrash in his grip. 

His warm seed coats your walls, his lips spill praises, “Such a pretty cunt, all mine for taking, milking my cock, filled with my seed. Perfect little sacrifice for a god aren’t you?” 

Thor moans into your ear, you’re breathless pleas music to his ears, you feel so full, hazed mind. Craving the release craving the reward. Craving him. He keeps thrusting as if he never reached his peak. 

“I’m not yet done, devotee, you promised. Whatever I wanted.” He cups your jaw, kissing you sloppily, hips still moving against you, his free hand taps the trinket seven times. 

You feel a softer mattress under your knees, your eyes open in the midst of his claiming kiss. Your home no longer present, the walls in colours of red, grey and gold. 

“My little devotee.” Thor chuckles, “Welcome to your new home.”

-x-

#dark fic #mcu fanfiction #dark mcu #dark marvel #dark avengers #dark thor #thor x you #thor x reader #thor odinson x you #thor odinson x reader #frostironfudge #marvel #dark thor x reader #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth smut

[agentnatasharomanov]

Natasha + fingers for the incorrect quotes 👀

Y/N: *Paints Natasha's fingernails*

Y/N: God, can you hold still!

Natasha, smirking: You know, that wasn't what you were saying last night.

(bonus)

Wanda, walking past them and muttering under her breath: It was not. I hear too much. "Fuck, Nat, can you please just move already." Stop being inconsiderate and invite me.

2.5k celebration!

#i threw in a wild wanda for the laughs #i hope you like it !! #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect avengers quotes #txt.incorrectquotes #txt.mine #rachel tag #v.answers #v.'s 2.5k celebration

[anthrobrat]

Anthrobrat’s BoB Fanfic Masterlist

I haven’t been on here in forever, and apparently this is the first thing I’m going to post in forever, but I figured it might be good to have a masterlist of my ish up here just in cases. 

BabeRoe:

Our Hearts Were Lonely Hunters 3.7K, Rated T Post-War Angst, Mutual Pining, Melancholy, New Orleans

Turned Out Okay, This Life 600, Rated T Post-Post-War, Fluff, A sequel to the sequel to Our Hearts

Only The Essentials 1.2K, Rated G Modern AU, Pre-Slash, Couch Sitting, Anxiety

I Wear My Heart On My T-Shirts 7.5K, Rated T Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Pre-Slash, Roomates

All the Places I Can Take You 1.5K, Rated T Modern AU, Secret Smooches, Boys Night Out

Since you found me... 7K, Rated E Modern AU, New Year’s Eve Fluff

Between the Rules and You 1K, Rated M Modern AU, Hickies, vague D/s,

Winnix:

The Morning After 650 words, Rated T Cannon Era, Kiss Prompts, Post V-E Day Celebrations

Monday Morning Song 1.7K, Rated E Post-War, Husbands, Fake Sick Days (for the less explicit Tumblr post, click here)

After All This Time We’re Still Full of Surprises 8.5K, Rated E Post-War, Middle Aged Winnix, Vacation Sex, Fire Island

A New Christmas Tradition 9K, Rated M Post-War Christmas Fluff, Newlyweds, Period-Typical Discussions

McShifty:

Super Secret Christmas Coffee 800 words, Rated G Foxhole Friendships, Keeping Warm

I’m Fine, I’m Okay 1K, Rated T Last Patrol Anxiety and Reassurance, Kisses

Before I Go 1.2K, Rated T Points, Goodbye Kisses, Bittersweet

Come Visit the Wild Country of the Pacific Northwest 1.5K, Rated G Post-War Hurt/Comfort, Shifty’s Injury, Shoulder Kisses

WebGott:

There’s a Very Pleasant Side To You... 750 words, Rated T Domestic Fluff, Song Inspo, Married Idiots

Like Memories of Dying Days 7.6K, Unfinished, Rated M Modern AU, Gender-Bent, Grad School, Daria Webster is a little snobby

Rarer Pairs

An Absentminded Affair Babe/Lieb(/Chuck) 1.6K Rated T Canon Era, Troop Ship, Uncertainty

The Light Will Find You Liebgott/Roe, 6.5K, Rated T Canon Era Magical Realism, First Kiss, Melancholy

How Truly Bright You Are Liebgott/Roe, 1.5K Rated T/M Canon Era Magical Realism, Austria, Fluff

A Little Distraction Harry/Nix, 2.5K, Rated M Canon Era Drunken Shenanigans, Handjobs, Secrets

This Life to Fix Bill/Toye, 9K, Rated E Post-War Hurt/Comfort, Toye moves to Philly

The Great Chocolate Heist of 1945 2nd Platoon BROT4, 1.5K, Rated G Haguenau Deleted Scenes

Of Silence and Silver Linings Luz/Roe, 1.5K, Rated G Canon Era, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss

Gen Fic

You Could Be the Best Damn Friend... 2.2K, Not Rated Harry & Lew with bg Winnix, Harry/Kitty Canon Era, Post-Bastogne, during Harry's recovery

What is a Friend, Really? 2.2 K, Rated G McClung & Shifty with bg McClung/Toye Canon Era, Bastogne, Night Watches

#materlist #myfic #bob fanfic #band of brothers #BabeRoe #winnix #webgott #mcshifty

[nev3rfound]

dancin’? : s.r

brief summary: dancing with steve on his birthday at one of Tony's infamous parties reveals more than meets the eye.  just fluff, a lotta fluff.  word count: 2.5k

requests are open 

“Hey,” Looking up I mark the page I’m on before closing my book, allowing all my focus to be on him as I smile up at him.

He moves to sit down on the opposite sofa, hunched forward as he begins to open his mouth, but no words form. “You alright Cap?” I ask with a small laugh following suit.

A small blush crosses his cheeks and he leans back into the sofa, crossing his leg over the over. “Yeah, I’m, I’m swell.” He responds as his eyes refuse to focus on mine and instead opt to the book I’m currently reading. “Picture of Dorian Grey?” Steve questions as he leans forward, picking it up and reading the back. His eyes widen before he puts it back on the table, patting it lightly. “Might give it a miss.”

Smiling I cross my legs and rest my hands on my thighs. “So how can I help Steve?” I question knowing this is the only reason he’d probably wander over to see me whilst everyone is on a mission.

He clears his throat before his eyes finally find mine. “I know that Tony is throwing me a surprise party,” He states and I raise an eyebrow on suspicion.

Pulling a face I shake my head. “News to me if he is.” I respond, but I can see the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.

“You’re not the best liar, Y/n.” He states and I can’t help but let my smile appear.

“Good job that’s not what I’m supposed to be good at then.” I tilt my head as he lets out a small sigh. “And what if Tony is, and I’m not saying he is. But, if he were throwing you a surprise party what’s the problem with that?”

I’ve only ever been to one of Tony’s infamous parties and it was for New Years. He doesn’t skimp out on any details and ensures everyone is having a good time. He tends to have a theme for each of them, and for Cap he’s opted for a ‘30’s-40’s theme. Something to make him feel a bit more comfortable, a reminder of what he grew up knowing.

We’ve all planned our outfits, I asked Bucky for help knowing he would have a better idea than Tony would despite him insisting he would find me the most beautiful dress. It’s all hidden away in my wardrobe, password protected in case Cap would start snooping.

Steve leans forward, shuffling himself further from the sofa and closer to me where a table blocks us. “I just, I’m always nervous for Tony’s parties.” He mumbles and I’m slightly taken aback.

“You’re nervous? Of, of a party?” I question, trying to hide the humorous undertone in my voice. He lifts his head, his eyes burning with honesty as he nods. “Oh, Steve.” I mumble as I stand up and move to sit beside him. The distance between us is enough to make my breath hitch in my throat, but I swallow it down. “If Tony does throw you a party, I’ll be there, all your friends are too. Hell, if you ever get nervous or need a minute come find me and squeeze my hand twice.”

He takes my hand in his, slipping on fingers into mine. I focus on his large hand holding mine so delicately.

Glancing up I see his eyes doing the same, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Like this?” He whispers as he ever so lightly squeezes his hand around mine.

I lift my head, focusing on his bright eyes locking with mine. “Yeah, just like that.”

*

Slipping the red heels on I stare at myself in the mirror as I turn around once again, checking everything is as perfect as it can be.

I glance at the details on the back of the black floral pattern. The dress itself is slightly off the shoulder in a V shape and flares just below the knee. Bucky told me to get red heels to compliment my lipstick choice whilst my hair remains in neat curls. It was a simple, almost effortless look, but Bucky insisted it would be perfect.

Brushing my hands over the dress I sigh before opening my door to see Bucky stood there with a bright smile on his face. “Oh doll,” he mutters as he takes my hand and I giggle as he twirls me. “no guy is going to be able to resist you tonight.” He nudges my arm and I smile back at him before he offers me his arm and I link mine with his.

Bucky was able to find something along the lines of his uniform he once wore. Except this was more casual with the slacks and all. For once he was very clean cut knowing this was a rather special occasion.

“You think he’ll be okay?” I speak up as we walk down the corridor, the only sound between us the clicking of my heels across the marble floors. 

A small sigh sounds from Bucky as he lifts his metal arm up, adjusting his cap. “I think these kinda events are a lot to be the centre of attention of.” He states and I lower my head, wishing I hadn’t agreed to the idea after all. “But, having said that,” He continues and I lift my head up, looking over to him as he smiles. “Steve does love a party, and I think this is the perfect fit for him.” 

Nearing the compound the music already plays before we’ve even opened the doors. Bucky squeezes my arm lightly and he lets out a short laugh. “I can’t remember the last time I heard music like this,” He breathes and I pat his arm gently. 

Noticing the change in Bucky calms my nerves. If Bucky likes it then Steve is guaranteed to follow through with it. “You ready?” I ask as we stand in front of the doors. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be, doll.” He says as he pushes the doors open and I pause as my eyes scan the compound, realising it is almost unrecognisable. “Holy shit.” Bucky mutters and I let out a breathless laugh. 

Slowly we walk down the stairs and I can’t keep my eyes focused on one detail for less than a second. The interior is completely different, it’s covered in newspaper clippings being projected onto the walls. Everyone looks like they’re straight out of the late thirties and early forties. 

“I, I,” Bucky stutters as we reach the bottom of the stairs and behind us, I hear a laugh. 

Turning Tony stands in a grey classic suit. “Well if tin man’s speechless I say we’ve got this in the bag.” He smiles before taking my arm and admiring my attire. “Okay, maybe he did a better job than I could’ve after all.” He admits and sips at the drink in his hand before ushering over a waiter with a tray of champagne flutes. 

Gladly taking one Bucky hesitantly sips at the drink. “Where’d you get the suit?” I ask and Tony clears his throat, taking his glasses off. 

“Dad,” He simply states and Bucky splutters his drink. Looking up at Tony he blankly stares at Bucky. “it was, it was one of his when he was younger. Pretty fitting, wouldn’t you say?” He asks now turning his attention back to me with a forced smile. 

“I think it looks perfect, Tony.” I compliment him before he takes me away from Bucky, leaving him in his own head for a while. “Do you know when Steve is coming?” I ask in order to move away from that sensitive subject. 

Tony glances down at his watch, “’Bout twenty minutes? I asked him to wear that uniform, dissimilar from Barnes’ really.” 

I can’t help but smile at the thought. Across the walls, images flash up of the two of them together all those years ago. The early days of SHIELD, post-war celebrations, Howard Stark and his inventions. 

“You did all this for Steve?” I ask, turning to face Tony as I see some of the other Avengers behind us all talking amongst themselves. 

Tony tilts his head. “Wouldn’t you?” He retorts and I can feel a small blush crossing my cheeks. “Best time to find out I guess.” Tony winks before spotting someone behind me and heading off towards them, leaving me with that lingering thought. 

Heading towards the other Avengers I laugh along as we all spot one another. “Y/n Y/L/N.” Sam wolf whistles, causing Natasha to laugh. “Damn. Just, damn.” He shakes his head whilst Natasha rests her hand on his upper arm. 

“Easy tiger.” She comments before bringing me into a hug. “Cap going to be long?” 

I turn my head towards the doorway seeing them hesitantly open. “Any minute,” I mutter before pushing through the crowds knowing if anything would ease tonight it would be seeing a friendly face at the bottom of the stairs. 

As a figure opens the door I see Steve stood in his uniform, the military green jacket covered in pins as he holds his hat in his hand, fiddling with it nervously. “Happy birthday!” Everyone in the room yells out, and he is clearly taken aback by the entire thing. 

His eyes wander the room, clearly searching for something until he looks down towards me and smiles. Slowly he descends the stairs and as he stands in front of me he brings me into a tight hug. 

“Happy birthday Steve,” I whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek lightly. 

Pulling away he lightly touches the spot where I kissed him before he takes his hand in mine. “You look, you look erm, well, beautiful.” He stutters over his words and I brush a curl behind my ear. 

“And you look handsome as ever Cap,” I reply causing a small blush to cross his cheeks as we make our way through the crowds of strangers cheering him on, wishing him the best and making small talk. “Is this weird?” I ask as we walk towards the bar. After ordering drinks Steve turns to face me before glancing up at all of the walls. 

He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not sure. It’s nice that everyone went to this much effort to make it feel like the time I grew up in, especially you.” He comments as the drinks are placed in front of us. 

Steve lifts his glass up and I copy. “A toast to you, Captain America, Steve Rogers on your,” Pausing he raises his eyebrow and I chuckle. “whatever birthday!” 

Our glasses clink against each other and we sit, talking and drinking with everyone for most of the evening. 

Now and then an unfamiliar face appears and asks questions about what we get to do on a day to day basis, or a photographer appears with an old fashioned camera. “Okay, move closer,” The photographer exclaims behind his large camera to me and Steve. I shuffle closer on my seat, and then I feel Steve’s arm lightly resting on my waist, bringing me closer to him. “closer, come on kids.” He laughs and I rest my hand on his chest and turn towards him. “Perfect.” 

A bright flash temporarily blinds me as a loud boom sounds from the camera. focusing on the smoke that rises I turn my face, not aware how close Steve actually is. 

Slowly I lower my hand from his chest, his eyes remaining locked on mine. “The photos been taken,” I mumble, but he still keeps his hand on my waist. 

I feel his hand move from my waist gently and slide down my arm into my hand. 

Two squeezes. The silent notion that leads us towards the balcony where we can talk away from the music, away from all the chatter. 

Opening the door I let out a gasp, not expecting it to be as cold as it is. Sighing I watch as my breath floats in front of me as I rest my hands on the railings. “Here,” Turning my head Steve removes his jacket, draping it over my shoulders. “I just wanted us to have a minute.” He states and I nod as I turn to face him rather than the view before us. 

“Sometimes it becomes to busy you lose yourself in there.” I think aloud and see him nodding in response. “I forget that everyone there is someone they’re not tonight. That most of them aren’t gang members or ex-soldiers. I’m not the kind of girl who gets to wear beautiful dresses like these. We’re all people hiding.”

“Well,” Steve speaks up, stepping closer as my eyes focus on the city lights below, the flickering of each of them indifferent.  “you might not be the kind of girl who wears dresses, but you’re the kind of girl who can silence a room with one glance, who can make a lasting impression on anyone she meets. You’re remarkable, Y/n. And I guess most importantly, you own my heart.” 

After a brief second of processing my head quickly spins to face his. I open my mouth to speak, but no words follow. “I, I, I what?” I stutter before covering my face with my hands, trying to comprehend what he had just said. 

His hands rest on mine, lowering them away from my face as he smiles down at me with such love, such purity. “I said you own my heart, Y/n. I didn’t know it was going to happen, I, I didn’t expect to find love after Peggy but you came along. You were so different from anyone I’d ever met. You’re independent, you don’t take any crap from anyone,” 

“Language, Cap.” I comment and he lets out a dry laugh. 

“-including me.” He finishes and I reach up to rest my hands on his shoulders. “And since it is my birthday, and we are at a party would you care to join me in a long-awaited dance?” 

Taking my hand in his I nod, following him through the doors with a stupid smile plastered across my face. 

I look around at everyone else dancing together knowing this is the perfect moment. 

Steve takes a hold of one hand whilst the other rests on my waist. I place my right hand on his broad shoulder as we sway softly to the music. Closing my eyes I rest my head on his chest, feeling perfectly content. “Y/n?” Steve speaks up and I lean back to face him. 

“Yeah?” I ask, smiling brightly. 

“Thank you for the perfect birthday.” He mutters so only I can hear. 

Rubbing my lips I stand on my tip toes, placing my lips against his softly. 

It’s a gentle kiss, one that isn’t desperate but long awaited in the best way possible. 

“Happy birthday Steve.” I whisper before kissing him once again and resting my head back on his chest as we quietly sway to the sound of the music and chatter around us. 

#this was so cute to write #honestly i loved it #avengers imagine #avengers au #avengers imagines #avengers writing #avengers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #captain america imagines #captain america #imagine #imagines #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel writing #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines

[fanforfanatic]

Of the Beholder

Relationship: Dean x OFC Rating: This is not smut. Not angst. Not fluff. Not crack. It is BS. Warnings: None. Well... brief moment of violence but akin to the show. A/N: This is for @seenashwrite ‘s 200 Follower Celebration Challenge. Who I hope you follow because she is v v talented. [Nash, please don’t ask me to explain myself. It was not supposed to be this, but crack is not my forte, ok goodbye.]

~2.5k words (too many)

Summary: You and Dean go to an underground poker game of the supernatural variety. It goes exactly as planned. Or at least as close to planned as either of you expected. 

Here’s the thing about the supernatural: You think of it and you think corpses. You think of the red pond the body’ll be found in and the new Pollock on the walls painted with that same blood. You think of how the body- the person got there in the first place. You think of the vicious teeth that ripped into flesh. You think of the thing attached to those teeth- and no, it’s not the other way around- red stained and grotesque and evil.

What you don’t think about is what those creatures get up to between kills. You don’t think of them cleaning up in a sink or in a shower. You don’t think of them having a home they pay rent for with sinks and showers. You don’t think of them preferring half-and-half over milk, of them loading their minivan with groceries, of them laughing at themselves at the door after looking for their already in-hand keys. You don’t think of them going out to buy new shoes, or staying in because they don’t like the humidity, or skipping twenty songs when their music player is on shuffle to get to that one. Here’s the other thing about the supernatural: It has a life.

A night life at that, which doesn’t always consist of murdering humans, which sometimes consists of shooting the shit and sharing a pint (of what exactly? you don’t know). And that’s what you’ve just walked into. Some kind of supernatural speakeasy that wasn’t easy to get an invitation to or to physically get to. You and Dean managed, though, going down more flights of stairs and deeper into the Earth’s crust than you think you have before. Excluding Hell. Well. Where is Hell even?

You whisper the question, though it is neither the time nor the place, and there is a distinct lack of answer in your ear. You turn to Dean, tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear and shake your head infinitesimally. Dean understands that the comm in your right ear isn’t transmitting anymore.

“Guess we’re on our own,” he tells you, grinning, like this is exactly the challenge he was looking for.

It’s infectious and you’re grinning too. “Aren’t we always that?” You raise a brow and paired with the stretch of your lips you wonder if it makes you look as crazed as you feel eager.

Dean lets out a loud laugh but it goes unnoticed by the bustling crowd made up of probably every type of evil you’ve ever faced. “Come on, the fun’s in the back.” The fun being an exclusive poker game where money isn’t what’s at stake. You follow Dean as he casually leads the way, weaving through the patrons.

You pointedly ignore the sheet of wood hanging over the bar, with its sick version of a menu written out in thick, black marker, but you can’t escape the snippets of conversations that reach you. Some are gory retellings and others are mundane everyday chatter and it’s the latter that disturbs you the most. The third thing about the supernatural and the lives they have: They don’t get to keep them, you decide.

 It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time later that you find your hands chained to the ceiling of a stone room. A few yards away, Dean is shackled to the wall, low enough that he’s sitting down. Lucky bastard, you think as your calves strain to keep you on your toes and your weight off the tendons in your shoulders.

The room glows white with moonlight spilling in from the skylight overhead, drawing a pattern in shadows over the floor. You realise that you’re no longer in the speakeasy. Possibly nowhere near it and that the odds of Sam swooping in for an assist are slim.

Okay, so maybe, your plan to blend in wasn’t the best despite what you and Dean announced you were bringing to table. Maybe it was a bit of a joke.

“Hey, Dean,” you half whisper.

Dean grunts.

“Two hunters walk into a bar and-”

A figure steps into the circle of light. Female, dark haired, skin wrinkled and rippling as a result of having been scorched. The discoloration is cut off by a high black turtleneck. She’s wearing gloves, and boots that go up over her black jeans. The only accessory she’s sporting is a glass eye that matches her good one.

“Who wants their ass beat first?” She asks pleasantly. “And before you decide, keep in mind that I’m gradually going to get more tired, but also gradually more Berserker.”

Dean says, “Sign me up.”

“He can go first. I like my chicks a little crazy,” you shrug awkwardly.

“Besides,” Dean frowns, looking terribly sad for a moment. “I hate being picked last. Gym class was a tough time for me.”

The woman rolls her good eye and stalks over to you.

“Woah! Hey!” You shuffle back as much as you can manage on the tip of your toes. “Did we not just agree that he gets the pleasure of the first round?”

“Y’know, seeing how willing you are to get me injured is real heartwarming.”

You send Dean a look that is equal parts sheepish and grudging.

“The two of you came to the game with the Lazarus Pearl as bargaining chips,” the woman starts. “I know this. I also know they’re in your person.” She looks at you as she finishes, one beady eye focused on yours, the other just slightly off to the side.

“You evil do-ers gotta start doin’ more research. I’m the one with all the pockets.”

“I’ve done the research.” Her eye glints in amusement as it remains trained on you. “The Pearl is kept in the mind. No need for pockets. I’ve researched you too, Mr. Winchester. I know all about your history. From the daddy issues, to the mommy issues, to the people issues. The insecurity that, miraculously, hasn’t crippled you quite yet, but that happy coincidence might be because of your hero complex. And don’t get me started on this life of excess and sin. Girls, booze, deception. Still, the risks you take are calculated and walking into the back room of that quaint dive you know you were to be top of the hitlist and that made the Pearl safest with her.” She nods to you as though she hasn’t been staring you down this whole time. “Dean may be a vain, selfish, lying, and quite possibly alcoholic man-whore, but gambling is one vice he doesn’t have.”

You scoff, making sure your breath hits face, purposefully riling her up. These things that go bump in the night like to talk and talk and pretend they comprehend who people are at their core, but these things stick to the shadows and they have no real understanding of what’s in the light, no matter what day job they keep. The arrogance pisses you off.

“Dean is not selfish.”

“Yeah! Hey! That’s the only thing you want to object to. Everything she said and that’s-”

“Sorry.” You give Dean as apologising a look as you can muster.

“Cute,” the woman says. “In any case, if he’s got it, it’s torturing you that’ll get him to fess up.”

“I don’t know about that,” Dean says contemplatively. “You think so?”

“Yes, because you,” She swivels towards Dean but stays- thankfully- close to you. “Prolapsed rectum that you are - are infatuated with her, whose cobwebby old snooch, by the way, I can smell from here.”

“Hey!”

“I’m really not that fond of her.”

“Hey!”

The woman cackles, turning towards you and bending forward enough that you think you might be able to do the job. But then she’s leaning back again, out of reach again.

It has to be you who does it. It was going to be Dean back when you thought you’d be not-tied-up and playing poker. His hands are stronger- you cringe at the realisation of what you’ll have to use, now. With Dean sitting, hands shackled behind him, he wouldn’t be able to get close and that’s why you’ve both silently agreed to have the woman approach you with the very tactful use of reverse psychology (or what might just be dumb luck).

“Look,” the woman says. “Hurting you isn’t high on my priority list.” She pulls out a gun you recognise the make and model of- which doesn’t help you in any way. “I’d really rather not. It’s boring. What is a priority is the Pearl. You give it to me and I leave you and the Winchester alone.”

You purse your lips like you’re considering it.

She pulls the safety back and the click doesn’t exactly scare you but you don’t feel particularly good about how the situation is escalating. “You don’t know what I’ve been through, to get this close to the Pearl.”

You let out an unintentional laugh at the sheer irony of her words and it earns you a bullet in the thigh.

“Motherfucker!”

You grind your teeth and shut your eyes as the pain flares, hearing Dean shout your name and the sound of his chains in a distant sort of way: the echos of his words and of the clanking more so than the sounds themselves. You’ve been shot enough times that you can tell, the bullet has hit bone.

“But here’s an idea of what I’ll do.” She fires another shot, same leg but lower, cringingly near your knee but it goes through only flesh, coming out the other side bloodied.

“I have it, it’s with me!” Dean shouts, kneeling as close to you as he can with his arms bound.

The woman- Ignacia, her name is. You know because she’s been your mark for weeks.- glares sharply at Dean. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Fine,” you spit. “You can have it.”

Ignacia focuses on you again, stepping closer. “Give it to me.”

You sigh dramatically. “It’s not on me.”

Her hand shoots out and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you closer and pulling on the cuffs binding your wrists. “I’ve read the prophecy, girl. The Pearl is in the mind of all who keep it. I may not know how you came across it in the first place but I know it is locked in your brain.”

“You’re wrong. You’re paraphrasing.”

“What?”

“You must have been young when you first heard it, huh? It must have been decades ago. Somewhere along the way, you decided that what you thought it meant is what it said. That’s not how it works.”

“What are you going on about?” Ignacia scowls, tugging your hair back and the prickle of pain is almost a welcome distraction from the throbbing in your leg.

“All this time…” you continue. “And you never figured it out. I guess that makes sense, the Beholder keeps it safest that way, not knowing. Or maybe they did tell you, but you died at least once since so you don’t get to remember.”

“I have never died.” Ignacia, looking frazzled, raises her weapon again, aims for your shoulder this time. Huh, so the whole coming back to life thing isn’t as normal for not-Winchesters. Funny how easy it is to forget that. Still, Ignacia must remember at least a little about the time she died.

You hear Dean say your name warningly.

“I can tell you,” you say. “How you died. It wasn’t pretty. No no no no- I mean it. One of the grosser deaths I’ve come across. Like, a big, sweaty fireman carries you out of a burning building and you think- Yeah, okay, he’s gonna give me mouth-to-mouth - but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die- and you do die- is he’s squeezing your throat so hard that a big wet blob of drool drips off his teeth, and just- flurp- falls right onto your popped-out eyeball. That level of gross.”

Ignacia gets right up in your face and this close you think hers might have been pretty once. Before the flames ate it up. “Enough of this.”

“The prophecy doesn’t say the Pearl is in the mind. It says it’s kept in the head.”

It’s a herculean effort, but you manage to hoist yourself up and wrap your good leg around her, keeping her from escaping you. The gun goes off another three times and you think you get shot once, though you can’t tell where. Feels like a graze, with your adrenaline pumping like it is.

You lead with your mouth, teeth bared, and latch onto her eye socket as best you can. The good eye. The eye saved by the flurp. The one thing that wasn't swallowed by flames that night. The eye that has an energy embedded into it powerful enough to rival that of the eight billion souls on Earth.

Ignacia struggles to get away and you feel her hands burn against your skin- she wasn’t as inactive a witch as you had thought- but you latch on and before long you’re spitting the eyeball Dean’s way and hoisting yourself even higher with a pained shriek. You use both legs this time, as you choke the woman with thighs around her necks. She digs fingers into bullet holes- huh, so she got you in the hip too- but eventually her struggles cease, her hands slacken and her body follows suit. You let it drop to the ground and slump in your cuffs with a grunt.

“You fucking bit her eye out!” Dean screeches after a lull of silence.

You take a moment to assess your injuries, dazed as you are. You’re bleeding but you’ve got at least a few minutes. “Next time, remind me to get shot in the head.” It’d be less painful.

“Tell you what,” Dean suggests. “Next time, I’ll shoot you myself if it means I don’t have to watch you do that.”

You laugh a little, lids feeling too heavy to be kept open now.

“Hey, stay with me. Just ‘cause I don’t like where your mouth’s been today don’t mean I don’t want it revisiting some places.”

You wheeze and hope it sounds like a laugh too.

“Sam’ll find us soon. Any minute now.”

When did Dean become the hopeful one? You make a sharp sound and Dean hears the question.

“When we first started going out, I may have… injected a tracking device into your body.”

“You’re psychotic.”

“You bit her good eye out.”

You ignore him and say, “Werewolves are only werewolves once a month. Maybe they stand in the sun the rest of the time, Dean.” The words are mumbled but Dean makes them out. More than that, he gets it.

“She was a witch,” he reassures you. “With a ticking time bomb in her face and less than stellar track record, dropping bodies all over the place and ours were next.”

You nod a little dumbly, not pointing out that he’s conveniently skipped the part about how Ignacia never chose this. Never wanted the Eye. Never wanted her life to become one giant irony, where she spent its entirety searching for the thing she’s had all along. Never wanted to be a pawn in this big, twisted, cosmic game.

Dean watches you pass out. He isn’t too worried. Sam really should be moments away with Cas in tow and you’re losing blood but not fast enough that your death is imminent.

Dean sighs and slumps against the wall, rolling the eyeball between his fingers, layers peeling back to reveal a pearl inside. It glows, inside out, but only when he’s really looking for it. He grins, he might give you shit more often than not but damn if you don’t know how to get a job done. He laughs to himself, at his luck.

“Goddamn psychopath,” he says fondly, glancing at you for a moment before tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. That’s wherefrom I’m peering into the lives of these characters. Dean’s green eyes, in turn, peer into my soul, because that’s what Dean’s green eyes do. He says, “Hope you liked it, Nash,” and then, just because Dean is a bit of a shithead, he winks and adds, “Sweetheart.”

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A/N: I did my best. Do not shun me from the community xx

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Incorrect quote: Peggy Carter + Spaghetti

*Staring at Peggy from afar*

Y/N: I'm straight I'm straight I'm straight -

Bucky: So is spaghetti till it's wet.

Peggy: *Catches sight of them and smiles*

Y/N: Fuck. I think I'm wet.

Bucky: See? Spaghetti.

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Carol or nat + secrets heh

Carol: *Pulls Y/N in for a kiss*

Y/N, hissing: What are you doing!

Carol: *Frowns* I thought we are no longer keeping it a secret that we are dating?

Y/N, screeching: We are dating?!

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[agentnatasharomanov]

congrats on 2.5k 💓 Natasha + emotions (for the incorrect quotes?)

awh thank you! <3

Natasha: Shit, why is my face wet? Is it raining?

Y/N, in wonderment: No, Nat, those are tears. You are crying.

Natasha: Tears? Crying? What are those? Never heard of it!

(bonus)

Natasha: Wait, I think my face is leaking.

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[agentnatasharomanov]

ey v, could you do an incorrect quote for carol + nat + the word "cat" :3

Natasha: What exactly are you doing?

Carol: *Surrounded by 15 cats* Building a family.

Natasha, bottom lip quivering: But I thought I'm your family.

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Congrats on 2.5K!! Could it be "guns" with Natasha for the incorrect quotes?

Y/N: The betrayal! I can't believe you have been hiding those away from me all this time.

Natasha: What, my guns?

Y/N: Yes.

Natasha, deadpanned: I'm a spy. I hide them everywhere.

Y/N, lovingly: No, not those. These. *Touches Natasha's biceps*

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Natasha + sleep

Y/N: How does she do that ...

Tony: How does who do what?

Y/N, jumping: Jesus, you scared me.

Y/N: *Points at the screen* How does Natasha do that.

Tony: What, sleep?

Y/N: No! Well, yes. But she sleeps like a corpse. Just look! She's lying on her back and she hasn't moved for the past 5 hours!

Tony:

Tony: You have been watching her sleep for 5 hours?

Y/N, eyes widening: Um ... no?

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Yo, congrats!! Can I get a uhh Carol + jacket please? thank

Y/N: I’m a grown woman now.

Valkyrie, snorting: You are a baby in a leather jacket. It’s not that deep.

Carol, tugging Y/N close: Correction. They are my baby in my leather jacket. 

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[agentnatasharomanov]

Why hello and congratulations :D may I request Wanda and the word snuggle please :)

henlo and thank you !! :3

Y/N: *Makes coffee*

Y/N: *Runs errands*

Y/N: *Makes another cup of coffee*

Steve: Um, why is Wanda on your back?

Y/N: *Shrugs*

Wanda, whining: Steve, shoo. Stop interrupting my Y/N-snuggle-time.

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[agentnatasharomanov]

(Ooh incorrect quotes, hmm) Carol + water

Y/N: *Spies Carol wearing a muscle tee*

Y/N: *Empties a bucket of water onto Carol's head*

Carol, spluttering: What the -

Y/N: *Shrugs* You were too hot.

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