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cry baby | chapter six

Summary: Cry Baby returns to the bar.

Warning: Soft Bucky.

Word Count: 952

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A/N: Short and sweet. Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as it is mine. - B

You blinked awake, the sunlight streaming through the curtains stirring you awake. The memories of the night before’s tears and Bucky’s comforting presence came into focus as a small smile played on your lips. Stretching, you felt relief as his support had been a soothing balm over your battered spirit.

There was still some lingering anxiety over your body, deciding to take a shower in the hope that the water would wash it away, you padded softly to the bathroom. As the warm water cascaded over you, and the warm vanilla scent of your body wash filled your senses, you let out a sigh of relief and resignation. Today was a new day. Yes, you have had a few bad ones over the week, but, as Bucky once told you, “Bad days don’t last forever. They’re just days and you’ll get through it,”.

John’s taunts and his manipulation tried to loom like a dark cloud over you, but you tried to focus on the positives. For the next two days, you didn’t have to see him.

You wrapped yourself in one of your fluffy towels after you shower and headed back to your bedroom. Once you had gotten yourself dressed, you felt a bit more yourself. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into your living room.

Surprisingly, you found Bucky asleep on your couch. His arm draped over his eyes and the other rested on his chest. You stopped in your tracks, you never expected him to stay, but yet, the sight of him filled you were the reassurance and warmth you had missed over the week. He looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm that raged within him.

Quietly, you made your way toward the kitchen, making a pot of coffee. As you poured two cups, the aroma filled the apartment, and you heard Bucky begin to stir on the couch.

“Morning, Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep as you walked back toward him.

“Good morning,” you replied softly, holding out a mug for him as he rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”

Taking the mug of coffee, he sat up slightly to take a sip. His eyes half-closed. “I wasn’t leaving you alone,” he mumbled, setting the mug on the coffee table. “Come here,” he patted the space beside him on the couch, his sleepy demeanor not fully comprehending his invitation. “Just for a few minutes,” he added, his voice trailing off as he lay fully back down.

Setting your coffee with his, you smiled softly. “Okay,” you whispered, moving to lay beside him. Bucky draped his arm around you the moment you settled in, pulling you closer to his chest. His steady heartbeat against your back. Despite the initial awkwardness of currently being your friend and brother’s best friend little Spoon, the comfort of his embrace was undeniable, and you felt safe.

“You’re so warm,” you murmured as you snuggled in closer to him.

He hummed in agreement, his eyes closing again. “You smell nice.”

You chuckled softly, “Thank you, it’s vanilla.” you confirmed back to him as you relaxed into him more.

For a few minutes, you stayed like that, basking in each other’s arms. A simple act of comfort and security. The weight of the week continued to lift, and you felt a glimmer of peace.

“So,” Bucky stirred again, more awake this time. “What’s the plan for today?” he asked, his voice clear. You shrugged your shoulders against him. “I know everyone misses you, especially Steve.”

You sighed, you missed your friends and brother deeply, it hadn’t felt right not being around them. “Maybe, we could all meet up at the bar? It feels like forever since the six of us hung out.”

“That sounds perfect,” his face lip up as he moved a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. “I’ll text them and set it up.”

You both sat up, reached for your no lukewarm coffees, and prepared yourselves for the day.

Stepping inside of the bar, you were greeted by the lively atmosphere of conversation, the occasional shouting, and clinking beer bottles. The regulars, many of whom you knew well from the years of coming here, looked up and cheered as they saw us.

“Hey, look who’s here! One of the bikers called out, raising his drink in a toast to you. “You’ve been missed, Tiny!” another shouted, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Bucky gave you a nudge, “He’s not wrong,” he smiled as he gestured toward your usual booth. A warmth of happiness washed over you as you approached your already-seated brother and friends. They stood to greet you, their face lighting up.

“Sis!” Steve exclaimed, pulling you into a tight bear hug. Natasha wrapped her arms around you as Steve let go. “Don’t you ever disappear on us like that again,” her voice filled with affection. Sam clapped you on the back, “You’ve got some explaining to do, kid,” his smile wide as he handed you your usual drink: A cherry cola with a straw.

“We all missed you so much, it’s not been the same without you.” Wanda beamed at you as she pulled you into a tight hug.

You felt uplifted by their welcome. “I missed you guys too,” you said. Your eyes beginning to well, for the first time in a long time, from happiness.

The bar owner, seeing the commotion and your return, came over with another round of drinks. “On the house, for our favorite Cry Baby,” he said with a wink. The nickname was enduring, claimed by everyone in the bar, a tribute to their appreciation for you always wearing your heart on your sleeve.

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Chapter 2 - Fortes Fortuna Iuvat (Fortune Favors the Bold)

A Mafia!Steve Harrington AU (featuring Mafia!Eddie Munson)

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Chapter Summary: Loathing toward your husband only intensifies. Fear drives you to stay away from your past but staying away from Steve proves to be harder than you anticipated as he begins to set his newly laid plans into motion.

18+ Only! Minors DNI! (Future smut and mature themes!)

CW: Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is referred to as "Dove." Pet names. Slow burn. Exes to lovers. Mutual pining. Angst. Spousal abuse. Nefarious Mafia deals and plans. Reader's husband has extramarital affairs. Mention of gambling/drugs.

WC: 5.4K

The harsh glare of sunlight streaming through the curtains, along with the shrill alarm ringing in your ears abruptly ends any semblance of peace. An unwelcome intrusion to your senses, feeling as though you had just fallen asleep and not at all ready to face the day.

Quickly turning over, shutting off the noise and promptly falling back onto your mattress, you pulled the sheets back up around you tightly, burying your head beneath the covers.

Spending most of the night sobbing into your pillow instead of getting any real rest would make for an excruciatingly long day but your mind just wouldn't let you sleep, spiraling with too many thoughts and scenarios.

The fight with Nik the night before only solidified the hatred you had toward the man. If there had been love once, it is gone now. What a fool you had been to think this was ever anything more than a business transaction. You just hoped to God you could still serve some sort of purpose.

You’d seen what happens to mob wives that were no longer needed, either turned out into the cold or worse, some simply disappeared but with your father still holding power over Nik, he wouldn’t dare attempt such a foolish stunt.

Calling your assistant and telling her you weren't going to make it in had crossed your mind. The warm cocoon surrounding you made it almost impossible to exhume yourself, but you finally sighed, throwing the covers off and stretching with a groan.

Your feet and limbs feel heavy, crossing the carpeted room into the bathroom, cringing when you finally catch sight of the puffy bags under your eyes.

The newly formed bruises on your arm grab your attention. Splotches of dark and muted purples and blues paint the otherwise empty canvas of your skin.

Quickly you turned away, pushing it temporarily from your mind, shedding your silk chemise over your head to take a much needed shower. You let the hot water pour over you, washing away the night before. If only it could remove the evidence lingering on your body.

You emerge from your room only after getting fully dressed and ready to leave for the day.

The kitchen was toward the back of the house. You didn��t spot him until you rounded the corner on the first-floor landing. Nik was sitting there reading his paper, setting it down as you walked in.

“Sleep well, dear?” Smirking, as he sipped his coffee narrowing his eyes over the rim at you.

Pointedly ignoring him, you instead reached for a mug turning your back to him. The silence only spurred his intense nature. He loved nothing more than confrontation and getting a rise out of someone.

“Oh, come now kitten. Everyone has a lover's quarrel. You aren't mad, are you?” A mocking tone that had you seething, as you practically slammed the mug down against the countertop.

“A lover's quarrel?” You spun around to face him. “Is that what that was, Nik? If that's your idea of love, I'm glad I have no part of it with you.”

He chuckled as you tried to walk past, but he quickly grabbed your wrist squeezing tightly, pulling you back, as he stood. His imposing stature looming over you to get his point across. If threats fail, he can rely on his brute force.

“Don't forget, Kitten. Stay away from him.” His eyes were dark and cold as you pulled away. “Or I'm afraid it won't be good for either of you.”

Your stomach felt nauseated, retreating from the space trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“Have a good day!” He called after, his menacing laugh following you out the door.

Staying away from Steve would be easy but avoiding him would be an altogether different story. Deep down, you didn't want him to stay away, you were just as much drawn to him as he was to you.

Since your morning didn't go as planned, expecting Nik to already be gone so you could enjoy your usual coffee in peace, you had to swing by the small cafe close to the gallery to get your caffeine fix.

You had your driver drop you off, letting him head back to the house; no doubt letting Nik know your every move once you dismissed him. Only now you suspect he would double down his efforts to keep tabs on you.

It was a beautiful morning. You didn't want to dwell when you could enjoy the sites and sounds of the city around you.

The coffee shop was busy in the midst of the morning rush. You'd placed your order and stood in line for pick up, checking some emails to pass the time.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve was sitting in the corner watching you with bated breath. He loved seeing you in the mundane every day of your routine. He wanted to soak in every little detail.

He stood, taking slow, precise steps sneaking up behind you, getting close enough to whisper in your ear before you had even noticed.

He made a mental note to have a stern conversation with you regarding your lack of situational awareness and being too comfortable with your surroundings. The nature of the lives you led left you exposed and vulnerable at all times, even with hired bodyguards nearby.

“Good morning, little Dove. You look beautiful, as always.”

Goosebumps erupted across your flesh, as his breath faintly tickled at your cheek, but you didn't turn around. You didn't want to make a spectacle of the way he affected you, instead taking a step forward putting a little distance between the two of you.

You were glad he wasn't able to see your face right away, eyes still puffy but less so than earlier in the morning.

It would be a pleasant surprise, if Nik's threatening words weren't lingering in your mind. You needed to leave without giving him an inclination that something might be off.

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Harrington?” You smile, as the barista hands you your steaming cup, thanking her as you take it.

“Is this what passes for coffee now?” He scoffs, after taking a sip from his own, deflecting from the question you just asked, as you finally face him.

He immediately noticed the usual shine and sparkle in your eyes was dulled, a bit of sadness radiating from you despite your cheery disposition.

“Well, most of us aren't Italian snobs when it comes to coffee, Steven.” You snarked, trying to keep a playful demeanor but he could see right through it. Even now, he knows you far too well.

There was a small crease in his brow as you gazed up at him, his hazel eyes boring into yours making it hard to focus on anything else.

“Tesoro, what's wrong?” He whispered, his playful grin dropping into a small frown, resisting the urge to lift a hand to your cheek, brushing those loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Nothing's wrong Steve. I… I should go.” Swiftly brushing past him.

“Dove? Hey!” Speaking a little more loudly trying to regain your attention, but you were already heading out of the shop, nodding when you caught Eddie's eye by the entrance.

He makes no more attempts to call after you, watching you weave into the crowd and out of sight on the bustling city sidewalk.

“Ci vediamo, little Dove.” Whispering to himself as he heads the opposite direction, knowing he'll see you again soon enough.

Steve's day had begun like any other.

Up at 6 am. Morning jog. Shower. Taking his coffee and breakfast in his office going over the day's agenda and business to attend to.

It had been like this since he was twenty-two, taking over in Italy as his grandfather retired. Only this time he was back in Chicago; his dad was gone, and he was left in charge of everything.

He had remained a dutiful son, taking care of his mother and Pip despite whether Richard appreciated him or not, giving up trying to earn the man's approval long ago.

He put his head down and learned all the ins and outs of the business earning his own title and reputation, making a real name for himself in Italy but in Chicago he was still only the son of Richard Harrington. He had something to prove, not only to himself but the entire mafia world.

No wife, no children, no distractions. He drowned himself with work, content with his routine and the small empire he was building.

At least, he thought he was content until the day he had seen you again.

It was by chance, or perhaps fate, if you believe in those types of things. He and Eddie had stopped for lunch at a small cafe when he'd gotten back into town.

They had elected to sit outside. It was an unusually warm, sunny day with no clouds in sight.

He was talking with Eddie, when something just behind him caught his eye. Narrowing his vision just beyond the older man's head, he spotted your profile as you were speaking to someone at the flower shop across the street.

He would know you anywhere. Just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. He would dare say even more so now.

It was as if time had slowed. He continued to watch you as Eddie's words became nothing but white noise in the background of his mind. His heart rate ticked up, feeling as though it might leap entirely from his chest.

He had hoped to avoid you for as long as possible but seeing you now, he was suddenly racked with a feeling of guilt.

The guilt he feels from the sins of his past or sudden guilt at the thought of needing to avoid you, he wasn't sure. It gnawed at him, sitting deep in his chest. Seeing you again brought up feelings he thought he was able to bury long ago, laying aside his own selfish need for the good of his family and you.

You were dressed in a black pencil skirt, silk button up blouse with a matching blazer. His eyes trailed your curves wondering where you were off to dressed so professionally.

Surely little Niki kept you at home, happy and content. He couldn't imagine you having to lift a finger, let alone actually working.

It was then that Eddie looked up, words trailing off when he finally noticed Steve's focus was elsewhere. He turned to follow his gaze but didn't recognize you the way the younger man had.

“First time I've seen a pretty face distract you, boss. Y’ok over there?” He chuckled, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Eddie, I need you to follow her.” Eyes never leaving you. Eight years later and he knew nothing and everything about you all at once. He needed more.

“What?” Eddie asked around a mouthful of food, swallowing it haphazardly as his eyes went wide. “When did we get into stalking strangers? You could just go talk to her like a normal dude if you're that interested.”

“That's not a stranger Eddie. It's Dove.” The older man turned again, taking a better look at you before nodding his understanding.

“Got it.” Eddie had dropped everything, doing as he was told.

He had followed you to the gallery and reported back to Steve, where he promptly paid you a visit.

Eddie had been keeping tabs on you everyday since.

He was able to figure out how your bodyguards kept up with you. They were lazy, most likely bored with their job. Being able to see you was almost too easy.

Steve didn't get distracted. It wasn't in his nature but when it came to you, he couldn't help himself. It's as if he was drawn to you by some invisible force.

He had a business to run, first and foremost.

A daunting task lay ahead, but he'd already made headway. He was mending broken agreements and making new ones. Dealings were growing in just the few days he had taken over, proving himself a formidable leader and cunning businessman.

The relationship he was most interested in was with your father. David and Richard never saw eye to eye, but Steve would be the first to admit his father was a hard to deal with bastard, so he couldn't fault anyone for that.

Your father always had a soft spot for Steve, watching the two of you grow up together.

It did however come as a surprise that your father had reached out first, the day after Richard's funeral.

Standing on the sidewalk watching you fade into the crowd after your run in at the coffee shop, he and Eddie headed to a very important meeting at your childhood home.

Little did either of you know that today would change the course of both of your lives.

You tried to focus on work. Truly you did but all of your thoughts were swirling with Steve Harrington and then Nik.

You knew what Nik was capable of, his warnings going off like sirens in your head. The thought of anything happening to Steve because of you made you sick.

There had been something special with Steve. He was your first love. Thinking back to those days, you could never have imagined your life with someone else until you weren't given a choice.

Richard made sure that Steve would stay in Italy until his dying breath. The two of you being absolutely inseparable made it hard for Richard to control him. He saw Steve as nothing more than a petulant rebel, doing everything to spite his own son. He kept him in line the only way he knew how, busy with work and away from you.

Your mothers had been best friends, staying close, despite their husbands growing tension toward each other.

When your mother passed away, Sofia took you in like one of her own. Your father had taken her death quite hard. He had you spending those first few months living at the Harrington's more than your own home, letting him grieve in peace.

Only being five at the time, the magnitude of what had happened didn't register but you knew she was gone and wasn't coming back. Sofia tried to make it as easy as possible for you, telling Steve that he would always need to look after you. He seemed to take it to heart, doing exactly that from that day forward.

When it came to you, he was a total pushover from the start. He'd do anything to make you smile, something that would never change.

From sharing ice cream at the park to sleepovers in living room forts, you did everything together, Pip always tagging along until Sofia left.

Richard ended those playdates soon after, taking Steve along on meetings and unsavory business much too young, telling him he needed to toughen up and put away such childish things. Only a man could run the business.

Attending separate schools made it that much more difficult to see him, only catching glimpses of the boy from time to time when he was allowed to come out on the weekends but then Richard became all the more strict.

Suddenly summer was the only time he could sneak away to see you. Or those rare times his father was away, you would come over to swim in his pool or watch movies, except Eddie replaced Pip as the third wheel.

As you two grew into teens, his protective nature only amplified.

The summer you turned 16, you seemed to mature and blossom overnight. You were beautiful and even then, he knew he was in trouble.

Everyone quickly came to learn you were off limits. If someone even looked in your direction he would threaten them, including Eddie, who wasn't immune to your beauty and charm.

It would be another year before Steve finally admitted his all too obvious feelings for you. Being best friends and knowing everything about each other had you falling into it with a simple ease.

Destiny. Fate. Soulmates. Call it what you will but it seems you were forever to be intertwined with this boy you fell in love with when you were twelve, and you were sure that Steve felt the same.

When Steve turned 18, things began to drastically change, and Richard was quickly losing any control he had left. He was free, seeing you anytime he pleased, staying out until the early hours of the morning or not returning home at all.

He wanted to send Steve to school halfway across the country, but he refused, choosing to stay in Chicago for you. If he knew then how everything would have played out, he would have suffered those four years apart. He picked the wrong battle to fight his father for, costing him in the end.

You were afforded four years of bliss before he was ripped out of your life. Four years of promises, hopes and dreams. All gone before they could even begin.

Duty and honor. Something you would learn all too well. It was under the guise that they needed Steve to learn the business overseas so he could take over the entire empire.

It was easier to start in Italy. He could take over the small faction and make it his own until the inevitability of moving back to the states to take over for his father.

Neither of you imagined at the time it would be so permanent.

Steve and Eddie pulled up to the club that Nik owns, phoning ahead for the small, impromptu meeting beforehand. They had to know what they were getting into, so what better way than to see it all firsthand.

“Sure, Harrington. Swing by. We can chat.” He chuckled into the line before it went dead.

Steve hated the man, but he was going to try to be diplomatic, if for nothing else, you.

The driver opened Steve's door, as Eddie exited opposite him. Both men doing a quick survey of the parking lot and exterior of the building.

It was a gaudy looking place. Too flashy and in your face. If you wanted the attention this was definitely the way to do it, ensuring to attract the wrong kind in the process.

Steve curled his lip in disgust, aptly named “Bad Habits” with signs out front boasting “Cage Dancers. Fully Nude Lap Dances. Best drinks in town.”

What a goddamn joke. A boy running a frat house at best. He was never known for his tactfulness, so none of it came as a shock.

Nik had taken over for his own father shortly after Steve left for Italy, promptly turning this place upside down while also throwing a wrench in the way business was done. He was a wildcard, but unfortunately smart enough to stay ahead of the game.

The illegal shit was upstairs. Gambling. Drugs. Hookers. You name it.

Richard had owned a similar establishment uptown. A front for a gambling den but it was more upscale with the storefront advertising a gentleman's smoking club. Not this demeaning and tasteless thing that he was currently looking at.

One of Nik's henchmen opened the side door on their approach.

“This way gentleman.” Gruffly spewing, as they followed him.

The interior was just as bad from his initial impression. Smoke lingered in the red and black interior hallway, the smell of cheap perfume and sex faintly present but he didn't expect anything less.

The men that hung out here weren't people that Steve associated with. The sudden realization that you were associated with it saddened him. This is not at all the life you longed for, and he knew it.

The bald-headed ogre stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall, throwing both men a sideways glance before knocking.

An annoyed “yeah” came through.

“Boss, they're here.”

There was a pause and some shuffling behind the door before it opened, revealing a disheveled looking young woman. Her mascara ran down her cheeks, with lipstick smudged across her chin as she was pushing her skirt further down her thighs.

She paused when she caught sight of all three men staring at her, uttering a quick “excuse me” before jutting past them down the hall.

Steve raised his brow giving Eddie a knowing look, telling him to “stay here” as he followed the other man into the room.

Nik was adjusting himself behind the desk, rolling his sleeves up his forearms before slicking his hair back into place. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had been up to. It was like salt in an already festering wound, so blatantly doing so in front of Steve. He could have easily hidden it but chose not to.

It would take everything in him to not come across the desk and wipe the floor with this all too cocky mother fucker.

“You can leave us.” Addressing the other man, as he finally looked up at Steve.

“Nikolai, have you been avoiding your old friend?” Steve's voice remained jovial, a stark contrast from the way he felt, reaching out to shake the other man's hand.

Nik didn't even have the decency to stand up to greet him, immediately showing his true colors, grip a little too firm as they shook.

“Harrington, I never thought I would see the day you'd set foot in my club. My, how the times have changed.” He grinned, looking Steve up and down in an almost predatory way as if he were sizing up his next meal.

“Well, we aren't our fathers Nik. And it's true, we were friends once.” Steve stayed standing, waiting for an invitation to sit.

Nik finally stood, turning his back to Steve and striding over to the small liquor cabinet in the corner.

“Drink?” Finally offering as he began to pour his own from the crystal decanter, no doubt some sort of vodka held within, a Russian specialty.

“Sure.” He replied, watching him intently as he brought the other glass over, handing it to Steve before taking his seat once more.

“Sit.” He ordered more than offered, making Steve hesitate a moment before relenting.

“So, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today? Will it be business or pleasure? I'm sure I can get one of my favorite girls to show you a good time. I could personally recommend a few.” He sneered, releasing a chuckle. Steve on the other hand saw no amusement in his remark, gripping his rocks glass a little tighter.

“Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass.” He took a sip of the clear liquid, letting it sit on his tongue a moment before it slipped down his throat, the burn finally settling in his stomach.

“Suit yourself. Missing out of some of the best pussy Russia has to offer.” He laughed again, taking a sip from his own glass.

Steve didn't want to stay here any longer than he had to, mostly worried he might do something rash if the conversation kept going the way it was headed.

“Look, we can skip the small talk. We both know why I'm here. Richard is dead. I'm trying to broker some new deals and I know he made more enemies than friends; your family included. What do you say we have a proper sit-down next week?” Setting the glass down on the desk in front of him, trying his damnedest to hide the way his anger was trying to boil over. He had to stay levelheaded.

“I'll think about it, Harrington.” He smirked, feeling as though he had the upper hand. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm a busy man these days. I'm sure you can see yourself out.”

“Sure. Just have your people get in touch.” Steve rose, crossing the small room. His hand was on the door handle, opening it slightly before Nik spoke again.

“Oh, Harrington. By the way, I can always see why you tried to keep Y/N to yourself back then.” A low chuckle escaping him. “She certainly can be a handful. And now, she's all mine.”

Steve paused for only a moment, not looking back at the other man, letting a breath escape heavy from his nostrils, jaw ticking before walking entirely from the office.

Eddie was waiting for him at the end of the hall, as they both exited the club. Walking in stride with him before the two men entered the waiting car.

Steve immediately pulled out his phone, typing away, ignoring the raised brow that Eddie cast his way. He knew his demeanor all too well. He was pissed.

“So, that went well, huh?” Eddie finally asked.

The younger man immediately stopped typing, releasing a heavy sigh setting his phone face down on his lap.

“About as well as you'd expect that neanderthal to behave. He's a goddamn piece of shit.” Sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, feeling an impending headache on the approach.

“So, plan B?” Eyebrows raised and lips pursed in Steve's direction as he nods his reply.

“Plan B. And we're making one more stop.” Picking his phone back up, finishing the conversation from before.

“Got it, boss.” Eddie replied, telling the driver exactly where they were headed without having to be told.

You'd been sitting at your desk ruminating all day trying to avoid any tasks that would lead you to do any work on the main floor. Your assistant was under strict orders not to disturb you unless it was absolutely necessary.

Busying yourself with the last of the invoices and emails when a soft knock came to the door as she popped her head in, clearing her throat.

“Yes, Abigail?” Not looking up from your laptop.

“Mrs. Petrov, I know you said not to bother you, but you have a visitor out in the gallery. A Mr. Harrington said it's urgent and needs to see you right away.” She nervously chewed at her bottom lip awaiting your reply.

“Of course he did.” You sighed, tossing your glasses to your desk as you stood.

“Yes, alright, fine. Let him know I'll be out in a few minutes.”

She nodded and straightened her posture before closing the door once more leaving you alone. You quickly did a once over in the mirror and smoothed out your dress before following her out.

The hall to the office was in the back. Turning right led directly to roof access and turning left down the hall led to another door that was directly to the side of the gallery. No one has access back here except you and Abigail.

Nik’s goons had their orders to sit out front at all times and it suddenly crossed your mind that they had most likely seen Steve enter the building, suddenly sending your nerves into overdrive.

Your heels clicked across the marble flooring, spotting him with his back to you, studying one of the newest paintings in the far corner. You couldn't tell if he was genuinely interested in it or just biding his time until you met him.

“Steve?” You asked, coming to stand beside him.

He turned, hearing your soft voice, meeting you with that warm smile that tugged at your heart.

“Interesting work.” Looking back to the painting.

It was an abstract by a little-known artist that you had grown quite fond of. Two silhouettes seemingly tangled together with a kaleidoscope of colors and lines that bled together. Look too closely and you would lose track of where one ended and the other began.

“It is. The artist calls it, Entanglement of the Heart. Their interpretation of true love. You get so caught up in the other person you lose sight of yourself and find it in them. No end, no beginning.” Clasping your hands in front of you. “But I know you're not here for art.”

“No. I'm not.” He chuckled, looking down and back up to you. Stepping further into your space as you scanned the room making sure no one noticed his close proximity.

“Dove, are you okay?” He lowered his voice to a whisper despite no one else being around. He studied your profile, because you were afraid to meet his gaze. You could never lie to him, so you stayed silent.

“That's a silly question. I know something's wrong. Dove, look at me.” When you don't immediately turn or respond, a soft “please” escapes him as his fingertips gingerly hook under your chin pulling your face up toward him.

You inhale deeply, closing your eyes before finally meeting his worried gaze with your own teary eyed one.

“Honey,” he breathed out. “Please, tell me.”

Nik's words once again coming to rest at the forefront of your mind had you suddenly taking a step back, blinking furiously at the tears that threatened to spill over as his hand fell back to his side.

“You should go.” Suddenly pressing your palms to his chest before turning heel toward the back office but he wouldn’t give up that easily.

“Dove, please.” Reaching out to grab your already bruised arm, halting your escape. The small wince you let out didn't go unnoticed, making him immediately drop his hold on you.

“Steve, please just go.” You pleaded, suddenly aware that Abigail was watching you, eyes cutting sharply to her then back to Steve. “I have to get back to work.”

This time he didn't stop you. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers as his eyes lingered on your form before you disappeared into the back, sighing loudly letting his shoulders deflate a bit.

He caught Abigail on the way out, purchasing the painting he had been admiring, something about it reminding him of you, before slipping back the way he had come avoiding anyone that could be watching.

Later that night, he sipped bourbon as he studied the painting, now hung above the fireplace in his newly renovated office. Eyes flitting this way and that. No matter how hard he tries he can't stop thinking of you.

“Goddamnit!” Hissing to himself, before downing the rest of his bourbon, placing the empty glass back to the table with a loud thump.

He now knew two things for certain.

Nik was not going to cooperate. Much too self-centered to try to work their differences out and much too power hungry to ever give up any stake he had in the city. He wouldn't hear back from him which now led him to unfortunately go with his second set of plans.

The second thing he knew is that he's still in love with you and wants nothing more than to get you away from the asshole you call your husband.

He could see the way you looked at him, eyes full or adoration. When he spoke so fondly, letting small compliments and praises leave his lips, he didn't miss the way your cheeks would flush. He was sure you still felt something for him too, but he could also see your trepidation and unfortunately fear.

The way you always looked over your shoulder when he was with you told him everything he needed to know. You were scared of Nik.

After today, it crossed his mind that he had already fucked up, pushing you too much before this could properly start.

He HAD to keep you out of harm's way, which also meant keeping you somewhat in the dark. If anything were to happen to you, he couldn't live with himself. There were already too many moving parts and variables to consider.

He made his way over to his desk, picking up the phone and making the necessary but dreaded call. It only took a few rings for them to pick up.

“It's a go. Let's proceed cautiously. I know you've got a lot riding on this as well.”

Pausing to listen to the words coming from the other end before replying.

“I know her well enough that she doesn't care about him. I'll do whatever it takes. We can start tomorrow.”

He ended the call, placing the phone back to its cradle, sighing deeply, telling himself it was the only way.

Big risks meant big rewards and he would stop at nothing to get you back and take Nikolai Petrov down.

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notsofunsenpai · 1 day

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Small Fight

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"Sampo Koski! How fucking dare you!" You shouted at him,clearly angered by him as tears threatened to spill from your eyes as his eyes widened with realization.

"Baby,Darling!-" the male begins to say,trying to be quick and trying to grab your hand, which you quickly moved it away from him.

You quickly get up from the seat that you were sitting on,walking out of the cafe pissed. You wanted to cry but also frustrated at yourself,sure you haven't been taking care of yourself weight wise but the way your lover said it or how he said it fucking upset you.

'It's fine love,it's not like you're gonna lose weight anytime soon.' Was his words as you were eating some Snapper Jam Appetizer with a side of Cosmic fried rice as you brought up the conversation of wanting to start a diet or wanting to go on mission to get more exercise and to spend time with him.

Ignoring your phone as you felt it going off along with vibrating like crazy from the calls and texts messages that you won't bother to look at. You decided to visit a friend,staying with them for a few days because you didn't want to come face to face with your lover,nor hear his pleads. You needed some space to calm down and collect yourself as you hide out at your friends place. You had turned your phone off because you got tired of hearing it. You had your knees tucked to your chest as your arms wrapped around them,resting your head on your knees,looking out the window,watching people going by. Sometimes you thought in moments like this it was unfair how life goes on without the care in the world,nor does time stop for anything. Closing your eyes for a moment, listening to whatever comes to your ears first,it felt peaceful. Calming your nerves some,as the sound becomes fainter and fainter as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Sampo fucking curses to himself,"Good one Sampo.." he mutters,he had called your phone about fifty times and had sent you over twenty messages.

Baby? :(

I'm sorry,I apologize from the bottom of my heart for causing you such pain.

Please let's talk this out,I didn't mean it!:(

Honey.

My cinnamon roll.

I swear that I will be a better person and will never hurt you again from now on.

I need you

Honey Bunny, I'm so sorry if I brought tears to your eyes; it was not my purpose. Please accept my apologies..

Sorry for acting like a fool; that was not my intention. I'm hoping you'll be able to forgive me and allow me to love you once more.

Please,answer me. I wanna make things right!

Please message me as soon as possible.

I love you, baby♡

He frowns as you weren't answering him,he's worried he fucked this up so bad that it can't be fixed,he feels like something in him had died.he ran his fingers through his now unkept hair,pacing back and forth,"Sampo,you idiot..i have to fix this... i NEED to fix this." He grits his teeth,putting his phone back into his pocket as he as he starts walking hoping he'll find you. He already tried going to your place,you weren't there and he knew you loved your home but he checked else where like your favorite restaurant,he went to see Serval because you love to gossip with her. He went to your favorite park because nearby is an ice cream place,they had your favorite flavor there that no one else serves or sells. He asked some people if they had seen you which they all had said no,he was losing his mind. He sits at a nearby bench,staring at the ground as his eyes were dull and lack any life to them,he clearly wasn't happy.

What happens if he never sees you again?

What if you ended up hating him?

What if you decided to leave town without him knowing?

What would he even do?

You were the only thing that brought joy to him,his sunlight and energy source. He hold his hands together in front of him,clenching or trying to hold himself back from any negative thoughts,he knows its not working but he doesn't want to end up burning this whole city down to find you.

Because he will.

He stared at the ground for a long while,he doesn't know how long but when he comes back to reality it was near night time,maybe doing some jobs will get his mind off if things.

He stands up and finds random tasks at hand,nothing too crazy it was just delivering messages and looking for said things. He usually tries to scam - I mean, help them depending on the situation, but he wasn't really feeling like it, so he actually did the small taks. He did about maybe three to six before stopping,going to a small food stand nearby, and getting something to snack from the running from point A to point B.

He ate quietly to himself,as he tried messaging and calling you once more to only get your voice mail,"Great..she turned her phone off." He curses,finishing his food quickly,tossing it away.

"Baby.. please forgive me." He frowns,head hanging as some of his dark blue hair covers his eyes as his quivering lips turn into a scowl. He finally gives up for the night,heading back to his place,turning on the lights as he enters the room,and flopping down onto the couch,staring out into nothingness.

It was gonna be a long night for him,he could already tell.

You woke up,your body cracked as you moved,groaning in the process as you noted you didn't fall asleep on the bed. You got up,nearly falling on your face as your legs give out but managed to not fall somehow,you went to the bed,getting underneath the covers along with noticing or taking note that it was still dark outside,probably about maybe five in the morning. The bed felt empty and unusually cold,probably because you're usually cuddling your lover,enjoying his warmth or either fighting with him over the blankets. You missed him,but you still were pissed at him,you also didn't bother looking at your phone knowing there's a shit ton of messages. You shuffled alittle in the bed to get comfy,resting your eyes once more,as you went back to sleep until like nine or ten in the morning.

Sampo barely slept,if he did it was probably a power nap? He wasn't sure if he slept but around six he finally got up,his body felt heavy,he felt like he was dead,he trudge to his kitchen to get some caffeine in his system along with eating something sugary to help with his energy levels and not want to die. Getting his phone as he ate breakfast, he sent you a good morning text.

He knew his princess wasn't a morning person but he still wanted to send you a text then a voice-mail,saying how much he loved you. He then goes to the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth,drying himself once done and changing into something more comfortable. He didn't wanna go out today but he didn't want to do anything,so he just kinda did alot of cleaning around the house even if he hated it,he just need to distract himself. He swept and vacuum the floors,did the dishes,mopped the floors,dusts around the house,made the bed,did the laundry along with drying and folding the clothes,he organized his bookshelves or whatever needed to be organized. He eventually ran out of things to clean,dust,or organize and immediately went back to his phone to send few more messages to you,hoping at least one text or that you looked at it at least,but all this poor man got was nothing.

He sighs,setting his phone down.

"Y/N..I missed you so much." He frowns grows.

You woked up a few hours later,sitting up and yawning it the process,rubbing the sleepies out of your eyes as the sun hits your face,feeling the warmth on your skin. You stepped out of bed,fixing your hair into a messy bun and going to the bathroom to do your business then went into the kitchen where your best friend had already had breakfast on the table. The two of you ate together,chatting about random things about that one tv show that was airing or about what your plans were today.

"Hey Y/N,I know you're mad at your partner at what he said,I get it I really do.Well Sampo seems like a nice guy,we all know how he is. He tends to talk before thinking sometimes but I generally think he didn't mean to hurt you,he loves you to much to hurt you. Maybe try to give him another chance,after all we aren't perfect and we all gotta fuck up here and there." Your friend said watching you finish your breakfast. You gived it a thought,letting out a sigh you decided to get up and get your phone,turning it on,immediately got blasted with tons of messages. You waited for like three minutes for them to finally stop,you didn't read them but had an idea of what they were about because you already saw few of the messages that popped up,you would rather call him then go through the messages at this minutes. You dialed his number,putting your to your ear,waiting for him to answer.

"Hello! Baby,I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt or say anything mean to you! I wasn't thinking!" You heard him say,he sounded frantic and worried which was unlike his cool and calm personality.

It almost broke your heart to hear him like this,"My little Blueberry,calm down I'm not going anywhere I promise. Let's meet up at our favorite place."

"Okaay,I'll see you there pumkin pie! Be there soon! I love you." You heard him before he quickly hangs up to meet you there.

You get up,fixing your hair to make it look more presentable and put on new comfy clothes that your friend let you wear. You put your shoes on along with grabbing your keys and the things you need,walking out the door to meet up Sampo.

You guys met outside the ice cream place,the one at the park or near the park,Sampo immediately hugs you tightly.

"I'm sorry,so very sorry." He mutters as his grip doesn't let up.

"Sampo,you're suffocating me!" You squeaked,trying to push him away.

"Please let me make it up to you! I'll buy you a million ice creams! I'll spoil you even more than usual!"

"Sampo." You called out to him.

"I'll steal from people for you!"

"Don't do that."

"Okay.. we'll have date nights everynight!" He smiles,whatever his gal wants she gets,he'd make sure he'll follow your request.

You managed to break free from his grip,grabbing his hand and kissing it,making small circles into his palm,"I appreciate the thought but you don't gotta do all of that... I may forgive you to easily and way to quick,it could be the dumbest mistake I can make,but love is all about making mistakes and forgiving right? We are people,we are bound to make mistakes rather its everyday or not we still make them."

The dark blue haired male smiles,bringing you into a kiss,"Let's make all the mistakes then." He kisses you once more as small giggles escape your lips. He deepens the kiss,slipping his tongue into your mouth,exploring every inch of you.

You felt dizzy but in a good way,feeling your knees become jelly, but lucky for you,you had an amazing, strong, and handsome boyfriend to hold you. You felt like time had stopped for just a moment until you heard some random person clearing their throats.

Sampo breaks the kiss with a grin while your face was flustered from the kiss and from the embarrassment,you apologized to the citizen,feeling Sampo taking hold of your hand, whispering into ear,"I know of another way I can make it up to you my queen." Hints of lust was in his voice as your face turn darker in front of the citizen,Sampo quickly drags you to his place.

He wasted no time getting you naked,in between your legs kissing and bitting your inner thigh,"Mhh such beautiful thighs you have baby." He squeezes your chubby thighs,admiring them,loving them. You looked away shyly as he complements you,"Ah,Ah,Ah,look at me, baby." He calls you which you immediately obey.

"That's my gal." He smiles.

He gets close to your pussy,you could feel his warm breath,he gives you a kiss down there before licking all over your pussy. Your hands went to his hair,trying to remain eye contact with him as he eats you out.

You felt weak.

Weak to your knees.

He then went back to placing kisses,sloppy ones,messy ones,long and short ones,and my God the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit,you bite your lip as you rolled your eyes slightly.

"Sam..po.." you moan.

You begin moving your hips,grinding yourself on his tongue.

Sampo gets closer if even possible,his strong hands his on both of your thighs,gripping them like he's never gonna feel them again,sucking and biting your clit till it's swollen. He gently kisses it,loving the noises you made for him as he enters his tongue in you one more and fucks you with his tongue,making out with your walls as the best as he could.

Your eyes rolled back again,your wall clenching around his tongue,grinding faster or as fast as you could,"Sampo.. please..please..." you plead to him,feeling tears in your eyes as your fingers grabbed harder onto his hair which he moan from that. You felt his tongue touch a certain part,a sensitive part,"Ah!" You cried,feeling light headed,you would of fallen by now if Sampo wasn't holding you.

You were close,you could feel your climax coming quickly.

Huh?

He took his mouth off of you..

You wanted to cry.

Hearing him undoing his belt,"Baby,let's finish this on the bed,I said I'll make it up to you,plan on doing it in different ways. Going to spoil you tonight. " His eyes gleamed in mischief.

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thinking1bee · 3 days

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You Haven't Failed Part 4

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

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You woke up to bright, warm sunlight filtering through the open blinds of the window. The space beside you was empty. You were beginning to stir, and the feeling of the cool sheets where Wanda’s body was supposed to be was what woke you up. She was gone, but on her pillow was a note. In her elegant cursive, you read what she wrote:

Good morning gorgeous!

I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to wake up next to you, but I got pulled away on assignment. Make sure to eat food and drink water. Nick mentioned that he wanted to see you for something so make sure you stop by his office. I made breakfast and placed it in the microwave for you to heat up. I love you so much.

-W <3

You smiled dreamily as you pivoted onto your back, and stared at the ceiling. Something about Wanda leaving you a note was so…romantic. You laughed softly as you thought about last night, and normally, something like that would have left you sore in the morning after, but you felt good. Great even. You weren’t even exhausted despite being up all night, and you stretched your entire body before throwing the blankets off you and starting your day. It was an hour by the time you made it to Nick’s office. You ate and showered before dawning your supersuit. True to what you told Wanda during dinner, Nick was partnering you up with Peter to sweep a 10-mile radius around Oscorp Industries. You and Peter high-fived in excitement. It’d been a while since you worked with the friendly, neighborhood Spider-man and it was going to be so nice to spend time with him. Though Peter was younger than you, he had his powers longer than you did, and he was the one to teach you everything that he knew.

You and Peter divided the work. You would take the northern half of the radius while Peter took the southern half. You were swinging in between buildings, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, while Peter talked to you via the comm in your ear.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. You should let Mr. Stark build you a suit. With access to nanotechnology and an AI, I’m sure he could make you something that you would like. It is certainly easier than wearing a suit under your clothing or having to change into one. Trust me, I tried that, and it was much more difficult than I thought it would be.”

You laughed, the visual of him struggling to get his suit on in some cramped, little space, entertaining you more than it should. Peter tried for years to get you to go to Tony. Even Tony himself approached you with various blueprints and drawings, saying that he was ready to do this the moment you were. You weren’t sure just yet. Having a physical suit was nostalgic to you, but maybe it was time for an upgrade. You were sure that Wanda was sick of smelling your suit every time you came home from work, though she did take it in stride.

“Maybe I will visit him,” you told Peter, and you could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, I mean. I like your integrated suit.”

The blue, red, and gold colors were a nice touch along with all the gizmos and gadgets that were equipped to it. Admittedly though, it wasn’t your favorite. Your favorite suit that you saw Peter wear was the Iron Spider. If you were going to wear a new suit, you wanted it to look like that one. The sleek metallic look, and the way it looked like Tony’s Iron-Man suit really had you impressed.

“You won’t regret it. I promise! Besides my suit gives me an advantage that you don’t have.”

“What’s that?”

“FRIDAY gives me access to police scanners. There’s a fight between the police and some escaped convicts at the corner of 12th. I can meet you there?”

Damn. That was a nice perk. The moment he pointed it out, your spider senses went off just as you heard guns firing. “Yeah, I’ll see you there.”

You headed to the confrontation, and landed next to an officer that was taking cover behind his car.

“Hey one of the Spideys are here!” someone pointed out and you gave them a shy wave. You turned to the officer as you ducked with him.

“There are six of them. At least three have guns, while others have short, ranged weapons. Think you can take them?”

“In my sleep,” you said with a smile. “Just make sure you help the civilians.”

“You got it.”

He shuffled away from you, and you focused on the comm in your ear. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah,” Peter answered. “I’ll be there in 10. Make sure you leave me some.”

“No promises if you take your sweet time getting here.”

Peter laughed before he turned his comm off. You took several deep breaths to prepare yourself. Your spider senses were going crazy, and you jumped to your feet and dodged right as someone tried to shoot you. You raised your arm and fired a web from your hand, the white fluid attaching itself to the gun right as you yanked it out of the hands of your target. You spun it around and launched it back at the person you snatched it from, and you heard the solid impact of metal against skin as it collided into his ribs. He choked on his next breath of air, his face turning a deep red color, before he collapsed onto his back.

“Aw shit, the Spider is here!”

You smiled beneath your mask and got to work. The two prisoners with guns aimed at you simultaneously and fired. You dodged the bullets easily, jumping and flipping out of the way. You shot two lines of web at them, each line attaching to their feet. You watched as they both looked at you, and then at each other before you grabbed the lines and threw them up into the air. They screamed in terror, and you shot more webs at them while they were airborne. The fluid wrapped around their bodies before attaching them to the nearest wall of a building. That was three down and no more guns. Three more to go. The crowd that was gathering around you cheered, and you knew that if Peter didn’t get here within the next minute, he was going to miss on all the fun. One prisoner with a crowbar tried to rush you, but you laughed. His movements were slow and clumsy as he swung the bar and missed. You easily punched him, your fist connecting solidly with his cheek, before he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Two more. One of the guys was immediately in front of you, and thinking nothing of it, you rushed him. In his hands was a wooden baseball bat, and before he could get close enough to swing it, you launched more webs at him. One of the webs crashed into the bat, and the solid wood was knocked into his forehead before the rest of the webs wrapped around his body. You watched as he went cross eyed before his knees buckled, his body folding like a lawn chair.

There was one more prisoner to go, and before you could even consider thinking about where he went, your spider senses fired off in your head. You don’t know why you did what you did. Any other time you would have flipped out of the way or webbed yourself to safety. You didn’t do either of those. Instead, you turned on your feet and faced the threat, right as that threat impaled you with a machete. The blade went clean through you, in and out. You gasped as blazing, fiery agony erupted to life in your stomach. Blood was quick to pour from the wounds, red staining your suit as you clutched onto the person that stabbed you.

“One spider down. One to go,” he spat as he twisted the blade. You screamed, the cheers from the crowd going silent.

You heard commotion, the attention of the police now on you as they all unholstered their weapons and pointed it at the convict.

“Go ahead!” he barked. “Shoot! Let’s see if you can hit me and not your precious, little hero.”

You’ve gotten your ass handed to you a couple of times, but you had never been stabbed before. It was more agonizing than people made it out to be. Whatever was said about it, did not do it justice. Your vision swam with tears, the pain so intense and nauseating that you thought you were going to pass out. Warm wetness continued to spread, more blood dripping and staining your suit. Stuttering breaths left you. You could hear Peter’s voice in your ear, but it was like he was speaking underwater. You heard his voice, but you didn’t hear his words.

The pain was growing distant, and you thought that it meant that you were going to die, when you felt something happening. Between your body and his, you heard something wet moving. At first, you thought that you were hallucinating, but you saw the prisoner’s face contort in fear as he looked down. He snatched his hand away from the machete’s handle and took a step back.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

You looked down and saw black, tiny tendrils of oozing mass wrapping around the blade. It traveled, thick and viscous, to the handle, the tendrils wrapping around and around as they moved. From behind, you felt the blade snap, the sharp clang of metal against the asphalt ringing out as the pain in your back disappeared, but you watched in shock as the tendrils flexed and began to push the other half of the broken machete out of your body. That, too, clanged heavily to the ground, the handle and the small bit of remaining broken metal, rolled to a stop to rest heavily in the street. Then, slowly, the tendrils retreated back into your body and out of sight. Your flesh wove itself back together, the pain completely gone. You stood there in a stupor before your hand smoothed down your stomach. Not even a scar. The only evidence of you being stabbed was the large, inches long gash through your suit, and the drying blood that surrounded it. That was all. Beyond that, you felt great, energized.

And pissed.

He just tried to kill you. While your immediate thought had been the pain, your thoughts now shifted to Wanda and how you wouldn’t have saw her again if you died. Though it’d been a few years since she was dusted, to you, it still felt like you just got her back. Now, someone just tried to take you away from her. A fury, the likes of which you hadn’t felt in a really long time, consumed you, and you saw red. You were going to end him where he stood, and you were going to ensure that he couldn’t do to anyone else what he did to you.

Though he couldn’t see your face, the prisoner saw the slow turn of your head as you faced him. He whimpered and started to back away, his hands raised in surrender.

“L-Look, I d-didn’t mean-”

You didn’t let him finish that sentence. You appeared before him in the blink of an eye, there and gone before he could comprehend, and you wrapped your hand around his throat. You hoisted him easily into the air with a grunt and watched emotionlessly as he choked. He tried to pry your hand loose from his neck, but he was too weak. Too feeble. Too breakable.

“D-don’t” he choked out, but you frowned.

“Why?”

You let that one question hang between you and him. His eyes widened, and you said nothing more before you slammed him into the ground. You crouched over his body, grabbed him by the collar of his prison shirt, and punched him again and again. With every connection of your knuckles against his face, a deep satisfaction filled you to the brim. He deserved this. He deserved this for daring to snatch your future with Wanda away like Thanos had. Punching him over and over, feeling his nose break and his jaw shatter beneath your strength filled you with happiness. You smiled as his head snapped back again and again. He went silent minutes ago. The crowd was eerily hushed behind you, and you watched with a sense of accomplishment as his blood splattered all over the ground.

“Stop! Stop!”

A hand grabbed your next punch before it could connect, and you almost retaliated against the person that dared to stop you, a growl leaving your lips, when you came face to face with Peter. You couldn’t see his face beneath his mask, but you could hear the horror in his voice.

“What are you doing?? You’re going to kill him!"

That had been your intentions, but for some reason, hearing it out loud was like an ice, cold bucket of water was dumped on you. The harsh reality of what you almost did dawned on you. You stared at the man, his face almost disfigured beyond recognition, and you could barely hear the beating of his heart. It was sluggish behind his ribs, and wheezy, gurgling breaths left his split lips as he lay unconscious in the street. When you looked down, you saw that his blood coated your hand. It drenched through the material of your suit. You could practically feel the cooling wetness of it on your skin. Your chest heaved as breaths sawed in and out of you, and you stumbled to your feet as you looked around. Everyone was staring at you with a mixture of shock, fear, and alarm. Even the police regarded you with guarded terror.

“Look, I-” you began as you took a step towards one of them, but he quickly raised his gun to you, the grip he had on it trembling with fright.

You stopped in your tracks and clenched your jaw. Then, you turned to look at Peter, who pointed his chin down the street.

“Go,” he whispered.

You listened immediately, and shot a web, grabbing it before launching yourself into the air.

Part 5

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angelofsmalldeaath · 13 hours

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If i could be extremely indulgent i’d love to request a fic.

Reader in in the last few weeks of her internship (nursing) and also graduating. Mentally and physically so tired but a lot left to do. Andrew starts making her food to take with her, when she falls asleep on the couch in the evening takes her upstairs or just listens to her rant about the horrible assignments left.

ps. I love your stories they bring me such joy

okay so i'll be really honest, i have no idea how nursing internships work. i've tried my best to look it up but i'm sure this is riddled with factual errors. regardless... i hope you enjoy ♡︎

cw: nothing i can think of apart from brief mentions of food, fem!reader

“can i come in, darling?” he knocks on the door softly, peeking in first to make sure she’s awake. she is. barely. trying to shield herself from the sunlight streaming in by hiding her face in the pillow. the sight makes him smile. “i got you something to eat.”

a lump shuffles under the blanket, a head peeks out followed by a soft hmph.

“come on, darling, it’s four already,” he closes the door behind him and walks up to her. then he sets the bowl on the table and sits on the bed.

“fuck, already?!” she grumbles, and moves away from the pillow only to squish her face in the side of his thigh.

“can i have five more minutes?”

“are you sure you can afford that?”

she groans again, louder than the last time. “i hate this internship!”

“no, you don’t.” he laughs and slides some of her hair off her face until he can see at least a bit of it. “come on, now. if you get up now you can eat in peace before you have to leave.”

with great effort, she peels an eye open and looks at him, blinking against the sunlight. “what did you get me?”

“why don’t you get up and see?”

“ugh,” she pouts, “traitor.”

he waits patiently after that, stifling a giggle when she hisses against the direct sunlight on her face and stretches like a cat before propping herself up against the pillows. his heart aches a little too—there are bags under her eyes and tired lines etched onto her face. the last few weeks really have been the hardest on her.

“gorgeous,” he smiles, and kisses her head softly.

she grins at him, toothy and infections and looks to the nightstand for food. her eyes fall on the bowl, a gasp echoes in the room.

“you peeled me a pomegranate?!”

“two pomegranates,” he corrects proudly. “they were quite small.”

“awww,” she grabs his face, kissing him sweetly, “you’re a mother hen!”

he watches her when she pops a few seeds in her mouth—six, just like persephone. even though it’s not enough to make her stay. “good?”

“delicious…”

for a while, she’s quiet, eating spoonfuls of the pomegranate seeds. he declines when she offers him some. these are for her, he’s just content watching.

“when will you be back?” he traces a circle on her knee and takes the bowl from her once she’s done eating.

she pouts again, this time in earnest. “not until tomorrow. 8 am i think.”

“oh…”

“you have to sleep alone tonight. and…what was that? the birds—”

“don’t chirp,” he finishes for her, laughing. “the colours dim. it’s a proper tundra.”

in the quiet of the room she buries her face in his chest. he can even hear a little sniff, but he doesn’t tease her about it—for one he’s busy burying his nose in her hair until all the air in his lungs smells like her shampoo.

“thank you,” she whispers.

“for the fruit?”

she snorts and nods. “sure. and everything else. for carrying me to bed when i fell asleep on the settee, for letting my cry out my frustrations.” she pulls back a little and cradles his cheek. “for taking care of everything in the house so i’d have time to rest. seriously—”

he tuts when she chokes a little and swallows roughly. “you’d do the same for me. you have done the same for me. when i’m so close to album deadlines i don’t even have the time to breathe, when i’m so tired from being on the road i can’t even lift my head. we are a team, sweet girl.”

she nods, lets him steal a kiss. her skin is sun-warmed by now, gorgeous and glowing in the golden light. she need to get up and start getting ready if she has to leave on time. but the thought of letting her out of this bed breaks his heart.

“a few more weeks,” he whispers in her hair and kisses her head again. a few more weeks. it’s for him just as much as it is for her.

“and then it’s over.”

“you’ll miss it when it’s done,” he teases. “i know you.”

“i can still complain about it now though!”

he laughs at that, kissing her knuckles one last time when she finally gets out of bed, groaning and stretching, on her way to get ready. “as much as you want,” he smiles. “i’ll sit here and listen.”

#requests #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #writblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #andrew hozier byrne x reader

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fbfh · 1 day

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Did I miss my post this week?????? Did my schedule get all kerfuffled??????? I think so. Anyway have some Dean Winchester.

Dean never wanted anything from the Angels. Not praise, not salvation, not glory. He just wanted to be left alone. That's until the angels "gave" you to him.

"A gesture of gratitude for your sacrifice." Zachariah said.

"For the last damn time, I don't want it." Dean snapped, voice gruff. He gets fired up going toe to toe with pig headed angels. They don't listen, and it never fails to ruffle his feathers.

"Be that as it may, the gift is yours."

Then he was gone before Dean could refuse for the millionth time. Maybe threaten some bodily harm. But Dean is sure yelling at the sky won't do him much good, so he decides not to waste his breath. He huffs, storming back into his motel room to pour a drink.

A gift for his suffering.

That's some sick joke. Dean gets forced to make impossible decision after impossible decision, forced to complete herculean feats, and after all that bullshit those winged bastards decide to switch up and get all benevolent? Well he's not taking it. That son of a bitch didn't even tell him what this gift is supposed to be. He starts to pour more liquor into the paper cup he's mangling in his grip when he sees it.

Lying on his bed, bathed in golden sunlight, you lay asleep.

You're on top of the covers, hands and feet perfectly posed. If he didn't know any better he'd think you were dead. Which would be a real shame, because good god he has never seen someone as beautiful as you. Dean is frozen for a moment, paralyzed by surprise and admiration. His eyes move over your figure, watching your steady breaths rise and fall, and he feels something. He inches closer, feeling some sort of claim deep inside him. Like you need to be protected, taken good care of, and he's the only one up to the task. It's ridiculous, the logical part of his mind screams, he doesn't even know you. The angels sent you as some sort of pacification, to trick him into feeling content. And goddammit it's working. Dean feels at ease just standing next to you, and he hates the angels even more. But not enough to really pull his thoughts from you.

He snaps out of his daze, watching you lie there in his bed like sleeping beauty. He nudges you gently, talks to you, tries to wake you up, but nothing works. You just remain still, a becon of peace.

Sam comes back to the motel pretty soon, and Dean brings him up to speed.

"I think-" Dean starts, knowing it sounds ridiculous. "I think this whole thing is supposed to help us somehow..."

He trails off, gesturing to you, to the whole situation at large.

Sam huffs in consideration, then agrees.

"Now we just gotta figure out how to wake up."

#drabbles #supernatural x reader #supernatural drabble #supernatural #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #oopsie poopsie post is late #chalk it up to the thunderstorm blackout combo #we're safe dw /gen

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whumpsoda · 2 days

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We Search For Stolen Personhood - Bad Morning

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cw: pet whump, lady whumpee, vomit, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpees

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“Morning.”

Isaac stepped out and into the living room, curls a clutter lazily tied into a wild bun on the top of her scalp. She yawned, mouth agape and straining her jaw as she waved to the woman sprawled over the edge of the couch.

Josephine gave the slightest of a half-wave back, head resting on the cushion that was her crossed arms. “Good morning.” The, my lady sat, a weight lingering on her tongue like it could spill over any second, but Josephine didn't let it. That title was reserved for her owner, and Isaac was not that.

Even at only nine in the morning, sunlight seeping in through the opened windows, birds singing with their insistent chirps, it was obvious that day would not be a good day.

For one, Joey had her radio out, humming over the bumble of Otis around the kitchen and the salty sizzle of their bacon, crackling with each switch of the station. She was searching for something, something she would never admit to searching for, and Isaac knew it too, but she didn’t press. She never did.

And even though it was already nine in the morning, Florence was still tucked in bed, head stuffed under a pillow instead of washing dishes or starting a fresh load of laundry like usual.

The memories are just… too much today, he had told her, and she had simply left him in their room to rot inside of his bleeding mind.

Click.

Another shift of the station, a new song frolicking to her ears, tinted with the fuzz of the speaker. Joey allowed her eyes to flutter to a close, funneling her thoughts to swirl out from her brain, saving herself for the music.

She fixated on the voice, a bellowing sound that took over the world around it, wavering with greatness and the raw rumble of sound. Joey couldn’t help the frown that tugged at her lips.

Click.

She couldn’t hear right, because the two in the kitchen began speaking, and even if they had more of a right to do so than she did to be frustrated by it, she still was. Where are Ms. Edith and Mr. Oscar, Otis asked, and they’re out getting groceries, they’ll be back in a sec, Isaac replied. Their talk turned to a buzzing murmur in the back of her mind as she tried to cut them out.

Josephine was listening.

And again, was met with disappointment.

Click.

A sigh, drooling with displeasure and frustration, dripped from her lips as she finally switched off the radio, pushing it further a few inches. She didn’t want to listen anymore. Deep down she knew it was wrong, only making her feel worse, but sometimes she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Instead she refocused her mind on the conversation circling behind her, Isaac and Otis chatting away with one another.

“How are… the two new ones?” Otis inquired, sliding a heaping pile of food off of the burning hot pan and onto a plate. He was a much better domestic than he was companion, she thought, but she would never say.

“They were pretty much okay last night. Quiet, but, y’know. I put ‘em to bed right away, they looked so exhausted, and, I mean, I was too, so.” Isaac scrolled on her phone as she spoke, low and flat as drowsiness still coated her words. “I went in there around… I think… five? This morning, I was way too nervous to sleep, and they were conked out.”

“Mm.” Otis answered, flicking off the bright blue and orange flame of the stove. “Do you think we will get to meet them today?”

“I spoke to them, um, last night.” Joey blurted, unable to keep the information to herself, the previous night’s encounter having been whirling through her mind for hours, plastered to the walls of her mind. She had always had that problem, hadn’t she?

Can never keep any little secret from me, can you, pet? How cute.

Isaac, eyes wide, turned up from her screen, mouth dropping. “You- you did?”

“Yes. Only really the guard one, I think. The other didn’t speak much, I think… I think he wanted to, more, but he listened.”

“What happened?” She pushed, a beaming smile only growing along with her excitement.

Joey flopped her head over the back of the couch to look at her, although upside down. “They’re scared. Which, weren’t we all?” She clearly remembered her first night, a horrifying one filled with screaming and pain that she didn’t enjoy recalling.

“Right.”

“If I had to, um, to guess, I’d say they might just hole up in there for as long as they can...” Joey trailed off, taking notice of the far off look in Isaac’s eye. She wasn’t paying attention any longer, which would have been rude if not for what she had become so captivated by.

“Hi, there.” Isaac greeted, voice flicking to calm and honeyed, switching the busy room to utter silence. Gazes turned the direction of hers just to find what was on the receiving end of her kindness.

Him.

Halfway concealed by the doorway he stood, leaning to one side as he peeked out timidly from behind the wall. His overgrown bangs hid a good half of his face, but his wary expression was clear.

“H- uh, hello.” He squeaked, meek and shaky as he shielded himself with his shoulders, taking several careful, limping steps to the side, out from behind the blockade of the doorway. “Sorry.” She didn’t know what he was apologizing for, and she could only guess that neither did he.

“No need to be, man, you’re okay.” He shrunk back as Isaac carefully and gradually neared, not too close, sliding a hand over Joey’s shoulder.

With a wondrous awe and light in his expression he gazed to the outside of his room, digesting each and every little thing with an innocent magnificence. “N- need, mm,” he started, shrinking away.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.” Isaac reassured.

He bit his lip, biting the inside of his cheeks and darting around the space with his gaze. “Is, is, um, are you safe? Really, really, uh, really safe?” Arms crossed, he clutched himself with an iron grip.

“Yeah, man. Absolutely safe. Swear on it.”

“Can, can you help? Please. I’m sorry.” He stumbled, nervously and repeatedly readjusting the shining metal collar fixed around his neck.

“Yeah, sure, what do you need?”

He gestured behind him, to the inside of his room. “He, um, he feels bad, very bad. He’s hot when, when I touch him.”

Isaac carefully inched forward, to his anxiousness. “Okay, okay, can you take me to him? Can I come in?”

“Yes, s- sir.” He stepped to the side, hiding behind the door as Isaac neared.

Joey trailed behind as Isaac accepted the invitation inside, catching a glimpse inside over the other woman’s shoulder. Desperate snivels and gasps could be heard louder as they closed in.

“Puh- Prince-,” the guard sputtered, keeled over on his knees, hazily clawing for the other half of his pair. Juice dribbled down his chin, collecting at the pooling pile of vomit on the rug. He lurched over again, gagging.

Just as she had thought.

A very bad morning.

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bigfatbreak · 10 months

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this is a psa: dont call your chronically ill coworker fuckin terminal all its gonna do is make me want to bite you

#maybe dont point at your fuckin chronically ill coworker #and insist they are DOING SOMETHING WRONG #AND IF THEY JUST CHANGED SOMETHING THEY WOULD BE HEALTHIER #YOU ABLEIST FUCK #anyway #ooc #out here fighting for my fuckin life and my coworkers are pointing and going “wow have you tried moving”#“have you tried getting more sunlight”#WE LIVE IN A DESERT SHITLIPS I CANT FUCKING AVOID IT

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somegrumpynerd · 8 months

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Started reading The Bad Wingmen by @topazshadowwolf and @paddie-ut and it utterly possessed me for a few days so I needed to draw some of my favourite bits

#UTDR #UTMV #Dadmare #Dust Sans #Killer Sans #Nightmare Sans #Balance Toriel #You ever read a fanfic so good you have to draw 4 pages worth of moments from it?#I think I probably could have done more but I needed to have some self control so this post wouldn't be enormous lol #I didn't expect to get so invested in this one but the Dust and Killer interactions really fascinate me #They're so chaotic and they get at each other's throats even though they're not that different but they have each other's backs deep down #I'm just. They're brothers your honour and I love to see it #Almost all of these are from one chapter but the whole thing is so good #Fuzzynight is growing on me I'm excited to see more of these two #And don't get me started on Nightmare's unruly kids trying to set him up because they want him to be happy #It's eternally sweet but also hilarious #The real question is are they still grounded now that Nightmare and Lyra have agreed to date?#The answer is almost certainly yes but I feel like they'll still argue they should get a reduced punishment for being right (and helping)#Also I tried to do the dappled sunlight effect you described with the last picture because it was so vivid to me #And I love to see a rare moment of Dust and Killer at peace with each other #Oh my god there are four million tags I'm sorry tldr I love this fic I want to print it out and eat it okay goodbye!!#My Art

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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me: i will not think of more angst today

me: *listens to For Riddles, For Wonders*

me: well mission failed then!

#hush n shush wifi #specifically i'm listening to the KKOMDA remix which is somehow even MORE sad #now i'm just thinking of you smiling sadly as you disappear from Foul Legacy's grasp #your last moments are holding his hands as you vanish into specks of light #he tries so hard not to cry because he doesn't want your last memory of him to be him crying #but once you fully disappear he falls to the ground and starts sobbing #maybe the Traveler is there watching but unable to console him #and when he wakes up he feels like he had a long dream he couldn't remember #along with the sense that something extremely important is missing #but no matter how he tries he can't remember what #it feels like there's a hole in his heart that used to be filled by something #but what?#everything is seemingly as it should be yet it just seems a little less bright #because he's missing his sunlight (you)#the awful part is if he doesn't remember he feels like something is missing for the rest of his life #but if he does he falls into grief over what he's lost: the love of his life who provided light in his darkest times #the one person who adored him even though he's a monster #and he'll never get that back #anyways people who read the tags will be having a field day #i got some writing done but not much because i did other writing that was not very fun for hours today so hopefully i get more done tmrw #good evening :)#wifi rambles

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adore-gregor · 10 months

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How being sick messes with your mental health is sometimes worse than the illness itself honestly 😕

#i mean it depends on what kind of illness you have if it's serious or just a bad cold #but i just had a very bad cold and it sucked so much #the symptoms were not nice but i could handle it #but i had to stop sports for a whole week and that was hard #i also didn't get anything done for uni really #sports just help me sm to be in a good place #and then you don't get things done you need to do for uni/work bc you can't concentrate well #and that makes you stress even more and beat yourself up because of deadlines #i just missed my routine and structure so much because normally i have some things i do almost everyday #and it keeps you motivated / disciplined #and just being outside getting some sunlight or also meeting people #without that i just got into such rut and i felt so disapointed in myself because i couldn't finish anything #like maybe i should have tried harder #and you miss your life because these days just suck #oh and i had to play tennis half ill 🙃#because we had no players left bc of injuries no time or being ill even more #i did not even play that badly against a strong opponent and got a few points #but did not feel 100% and i wonder if i was fit maybe i could have won that set in which i got those points :((#and then who knows i might have even had the chance to win the match #maybe not because my opponent was great but also i wasn't even that far off in that one set #well it's pointless #rant #and now i'll have a very stressful week of catching up ahead 😔

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staryuee · 2 months

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GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜（ゝ。∂)

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.

“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.

diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”

a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.

diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.

a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.

“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.

kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.

wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.

kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.

“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.

burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.

feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.

she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”

“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…

the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).

“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.

seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”

the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.

S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏

“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.

“nope.”

“neither of our birthdays.”

“nope.”

“not a special achievement either.”

“nope.”

“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.

carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”

brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.

“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.

itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.

but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.

the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.

you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.

CYNO — 赛诺

cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.

cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.

you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”

“…ha. why?”

“because it felt tied down.”

you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.

“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.

LYNEY — 林尼

“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.

“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.

“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”

“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.

“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.

“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.

LYNETTE — 琳妮特

knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.

the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.

“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.

“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.

“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.

with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.

“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.

FREMINET — 菲米尼

nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.

he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.

and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.

between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”

FURINA — 芙宁娜

heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!

first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!

“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).

the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”

a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.

she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.

smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.

“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”

he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”

NAVIA — 娜维娅

immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.

she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!”

her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.

“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.

GA MING — 嘉明

if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!

he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?

you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.

“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.

CHIORI — 千织

“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.

“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.

“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.

you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.

not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.

tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.

she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.

so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.

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gutsby · 4 months

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Trigger Tease(r)

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.

Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.

Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 🪽 I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope y’all like it 💓

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In between breakfast and the start of your husband’s early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way you’d been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Bucky’s broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.

“Hold still,” Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.

You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.

“I can’t…help it,” you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, “Your tongue’s just so— s— James!”

This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of his—‘Gonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doin’ that, honey’—and he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.

The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Bucky’s tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.

“How ‘bout my fingers, doll? Can you take a couple’a those for me?” Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.

After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasn’t fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one ‘O’. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.

Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.

“Finger,” you corrected him, “Just one finger, Barnes.”

You would’ve thought you’d just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?

“How’s one finger s’posed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screamin’ when I stuck it in last night,” Bucky wasn’t one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.

“Who said anything about your cock?” You tried to keep cool as Bucky’s fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, “You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Meeting doesn’t start until I say so, my love,” Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.

In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.

Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.

You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after you’d cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.

“Always doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“James,” you breathed, clenching your legs together.

“Everything OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured low in your ear.

Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelings—relatively fresh and new to your world, still—while he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.

He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.

“Mm— feels so, oh—” Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, “—so good, daddy.”

“Wanna show daddy how good and cum for me?”

Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge.

“My sweet girl,” he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, “Feels so nice down there, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Bucky’s mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.

“Another,” you choked, not thinking.

Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.

Still, he wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t tease just a bit.

“I thought my wife wanted one finger,” he hummed, brow pinching inward.

“No, no.” You could’ve shrieked when he curled the digit, “Want more— Bucky, please, please, I need more.”

Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didn’t budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.

“How many, honey? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.” His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescension—the kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I won’t indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You could’ve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you weren’t both stark naked and shrouded in steam.

You opted to pull at his hair instead.

Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.

“I said how many?” he pressed again.

“Three. Four.” Fuck if you knew.

Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?”

“Bucky—”

“Just wants to fuck daddy’s hand to get herself off, hm?”

Bucky didn’t bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needs—Bucky couldn’t even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.

He didn’t give a shit if he’d taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.

Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. You’d forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.

“Bucky,” you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, “B-Baby, slow— slow down a little.”

But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it too—sensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too much—and he needed to talk you through it.

Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded again—this time with a tender sincerity.

“Feel a little stretch down there, huh?”

You didn’t have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,

“That’s daddy’s sweet, needy little slut.”

“My perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.”

“Gonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?”

Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but that’s exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.

Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over him—crying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.

You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.

“Suck,” Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, “C’mere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.”

You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.

That slutty, fucked-out look you gave him—like your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm he’d given you—was everything Bucky could’ve wanted.

He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.

“I need to fuck you.”

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grandlinedreams · 8 months

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“We should get married.”

The question in and of itself is a strange one, made more so for the fact that it’s coming from Zoro of all people – and the fact that he’s asking you in the middle of a fight. Your back is pressed against his, the heat of his skin seeping into your clothes – and you wonder if he’s gotten hit in the head too many times. Or thrown through too many things – too much of something.

“Are you seriously saying that right now?” Your tone is incredulous as you swing your weapon, scowling as you watch another enemy drop with a cry and a splatter of blood. “We’re a little busy right now, aren’t we?”

Zoro grins, expression manic with the deepened shadows of his face from his bandana, adjusting to place the hilt of Wadou Ichimonji in his mouth. “Is that a yes?”

You have the brief moment of considering knocking Zoro out for your opponent – clearly his daily naps out in the sun have baked his brain more than you previously thought. “No!”

–

The question doesn’t turn out to be borne from a brain-based injury flaring up, because Zoro doesn’t let the subject go. He bides his time, waiting about two weeks from when he first asked before he tries again.

This time, the stars are a witness to his buffoonery – now fueled by the bottles of sake he seems to have squirreled away everywhere on the Thousand Sunny. You watch as he tips the bottle to his lips, the brief shimmer of liquid that beads at his lips before it disappears as he swallows.

“We should get married,” he says, and this time, you scoff. It isn’t one of disdain, rather of amusement as you wait for the alcohol induced flush to rise to his cheeks. “‘m serious, you know.”

“No,” you counter softly as you scoot closer to him, reaching up to wipe a drop of sake from the corner of his lips and bring it to your own for a taste. As ever, his own choices in alcohol seem to be tailored for him and him alone – sake still isn’t your thing. “You’re drunk.”

Zoro hums, eye flicking from the night sky above to you. “Is that a yes?”

You press your lips to his warm cheek. “Ask me again when you’re sober.”

–

The third time that he asks, he’s waited so long that you’ve almost forgotten that he ever asked in the first place. After all, Roronoa Zoro has never seemed like someone interested in the intimate entanglement of marriage – you have absolutely no clue what has possessed him to suddenly ask you with this kind of tenacity.

“We should get married,” he says, and you resist the urge to sigh as you stare at him, his head pillowed against your thigh. Below the shade of Nami’s tangerine trees, you can hear Luffy’s bright laughter intermingled with Usopp and Franky’s.

This time you aren’t in the middle of a fight, nor is he drunk. This time, you take a moment to study his face, the dapple of sunlight through waxy green leaves, the scent of citrus in the air. You love him, you’re sure of that – as sure as you’ve been of anything in your life.

“We’re pirates,” you answer, tapping your fingers against his cheek in an echoed rhythm of one of Brooke’s songs from the night before. “Pirates don’t get married.”

“Sure they do.” He’s watching you now, with the kind of intensity he usually only reserves for battle, and you look away. “Captains can officiate marriages. I asked Robin about it.”

You blink and let your attention shift to Luffy for a minute – you love your captain, you do. But the idea of him being serious about much of anything beyond what matters to him (food, his crew’s safety, finding the One Piece – in that order) makes you giggle. You can’t imagine him officiating something like a marriage.

“What if I want a ceremony?” Your fingers find his cropped green hair, stroking gently across his scalp. “Those are expensive.”

He shrugs. “We’d find a way. I’m sure Nami would help.”

Your lips curve in an amused smile for a moment before it dims at the edges. “It’d be dangerous,” you point out, and he answers with a short bark of laughter.

“Not any more than shit we’ve already faced.”

“Rings?”

“We don’t need that fancy stuff.”

Your smile fades completely, hand stilling in his hair. “Why do you think we should get married?”

There must be an edge to your tone now, because Zoro refocuses on you, all signs of mirth gone. “Because we love each other, right? Sounds like the next logical step.”

Your gaze hardens. “So you’re asking because you think we should? Or because you want to marry me?” He sits up, and you get to your feet.

“Is that a no?” he asks, and you pause.

“Ask me again when you figure things out, Zoro.”

–

“Marry me.”

This time, his voice is quiet. Soft and vulnerable – for the late hour or the intimacy of his bare skin against yours, you aren’t sure. His hand drifts up and down your back, counting the bumps of your spine over and over.

You shift against him, face nestled to rest against his chest. “Zoro–”

“I’ve thought about it,” he cuts you off. “So just be quiet and listen, okay?” You don’t say a word, waiting for him to continue on his own. “I don’t want to marry you just because I think that I should, I want us to get married because you...you mean a lot to me. You’re important to me, and I –” He pauses, struggling. This kind of thing is not Zoro’s forte, you both know that – but after a moment, he resumes. “I don’t see myself being like this with anyone but you. I don’t want to be like this with anyone but you. Just want you.” A moment of silence, hearts beating in tandem.

You move, adjusting enough that you can look at him properly, the gleam of moonlight against his face. And you kiss him. Slow and sweet, eyes sliding shut as you linger for as long as you can before you pull away.

“Marry me,” he repeats.

This time, you don’t squawk at him like he’s crazy. You don’t accuse him of being drunk, don’t deflect him for fear that he’s doing it because he thinks he should, not that he wants to. This time, you smile.

“Yes,” you answer. “I’ll marry you.”

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #–ml: zoro.

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