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My Alpha

This is kind of a long one shot (5619 words!), but I thought I'd try my hand at the ABO!/Omegaverse. Hope you like it!

Being an omega wasn’t always a bad thing. At least that’s what she told herself repeatedly as she religiously took hormone blocking birth control pills and wore scent blockers on the daily. Y/N hadn’t had a heat in years and wasn’t planning on letting up any time soon. She had started working as a personal assistant for the Avengers under Tony Stark years before, going through the Sokovia Accords debacle, surviving the Blip, losing Natasha, Tony, Steve, T'Challa, and all the other strange and traumatic things that happened during her tenure. She had denied her biology to get this job, not wanting it to affect her performance or be a target while being surrounded by literal super Alphas in this field. And as hard as the job was, she loved it.

One of the greatest highlights was gaining Bucky Barnes as a friend. While other Alphas she had come across were domineering, he was compassionate and kind. He very rarely lost his composure like others did during high pressure situations in missions, and never fought over who was in charge. He was incredibly careful to make sure everyone around him felt comfortable in his presence. After finally shaking the Winter Soldier programming he didn’t want to ever lose control of himself again, and with the super soldier serum messing with his hormones to the extent that he was nearly feral during ruts, he would isolate himself away to keep her and others safe.

Y/N felt like she could talk to him about anything, and he felt the same. She was his sanctuary after rough missions, one of the few people that could break him out of a deep depressive state or the nightmares that still plagued him. He knew she was an Omega but could barely smell her because of her blockers, which he both loved and hated. Loved because it made it so they could be friends without the weird biological dynamics getting in the way, and hated because he was super curious about what her scent was. They had fallen for each other long ago, but were both too afraid to do anything about it.

As they both relaxed during a rare weekend off they got on the topic of Omega versus Alpha traits. “I get it, Alphas can be rough, but don’t you want to mate someday? Find someone special to settle down with? Maybe have a family?”

She sighed. “Of course I do, Buck.”

“Then what are you afraid of?” he asked gently.

“Not having a clear choice,” she answered simply, giving him a sharp look. “I don’t want my biology to decide my fate. So many Omegas get stuck being mated with bad Alphas because their heats were uncontrollable and the Alpha wouldn’t take no for an answer. I know that I’m predestined to be a nurturer. Hell, that’s what my job is now, taking care of all of you guys! But I should get to choose who I end up with based on love, not by body’s reactions.” Bucky nodded in understanding, looking down at his intertwined hands. “Do you want to settle down someday?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I just don’t know how it would work out. This job…my past. It all points towards disaster at any given time.”

She slid over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders awkwardly as she sat next to him. “You deserve a happy ever after, Bucky.”

“You do, too, you know,” he reminded her, resting his head on top of hers.

“Mmh, maybe someday,” she said wistfully as she undid her embrace and leaned back against the couch.

“So, anyways,” he cleared his throat. “Is it true that Omegas have a better sense of smell than Alphas or Betas? Like you can pick up on others’ scents and identify them really well?”

She laughed. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Really? Okay, what does…” he scanned the room as other Avengers milled in and out. “Peter. What does Spidey smell like?” He tested her, watching her expectantly.

She took a look at Peter across the room, her nose slightly flaring as she took in a whiff from his direction. “He always smells like fresh bagels to me. You know the smell of just-baked bread? Kinda like that. Mixed with a little bit of hazelnut.”

Bucky looked at her in awe. “Yeah I kinda get that off of him. Alphas can smell and track scents but not to that level.”

“Hm, that’s interesting,” she said as her eyebrows furrowed.

“Now how about Sam?” he asked excitedly, hoping it would be something not so pleasant he could tease him about.

“Ha, Sam is Cajun seasoning with a sweet lemony undertone. Like really well done seafood,” she answered quickly with a smile on her face, knowing Bucky would be disappointed in that answer.

Bucky frowned as he thought about who to ask of next. “Okay, how about…Steve?” He knew it was a long shot. Steve had been gone for a few years now, so she probably wouldn’t remember. But she gave him a soft smile.

“Steve was smoky, like fireworks. A summer night that ends with warm apple crisp and melting vanilla ice cream on top,” she said as she stared out the window, a dazed look in her eyes as she remembered him.

“Wow…” Bucky whispered. “I always got the fireworks, and something like a picnic. But now that you say it, yeah, apple with vanilla.”

“Yep, he was truly all American,” she winked at him.

He laughed as he turned towards her on the couch. “How about, um…me?”

She gazed at him, her expression softening as her nose flared again and she huffed out the breath she’d taken. “Smoky, like Steve, but different.”

“Like gunpowder?” he asked suddenly, his eyes searching hers. He had been told that before and was hoping they were wrong.

“No, not gunpowder. More like…” she sniffed again but frowned. “Do you mind if I…?” she gestured her finger from herself to him.

“Yeah, go ahead,” he said, opening himself up for her to scoot closer to him. She leaned in towards his neck, the best place to scent someone, and breathed in a slow sniff of him. She closed her eyes.

“Campfire. A campfire on the beach. And the smell of the ocean after it rains,” she said resolutely, opening her eyes to look at him. Their faces were close as he stared at her. “But no, not gunpowder,” she reassured him.

“That’s good,” he breathed, his eyes shifting from her eyes down to her lips and back.

Her eyes suddenly widened, her brow furrowing and she pulled herself away quickly. “I, um…I need to go…excuse me,” she said hurriedly before she jumped off the couch and power-walked down the hall towards her room.

“Wait, Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky stood from the couch as he watched her leave.

“Yeah! I’ll talk to you later!” she yelled back without looking, her voice sounded strained.

“What the hell?” he asked himself quietly, looking around him like something had jumped out and spooked her.

Once she was out of sight she ran to her room and had Friday bolt the door. She doubled over in pain and clutched her stomach. “No way,” she moaned as she reached for her phone and called for help.

“Hey you, how are ya?” Bruce asked when he answered the call.

“Bruce,” her voice was pained as she held in another moan. “I need help, something’s wrong.”

“What? What’s going on?” he sounded worried, the rustling of papers and beeping from a screen by him going off.

“It feels…like a heat? But that’s not possible, right? We made sure of it,” she grunted as another cramp shot through her abdomen, and just as suddenly as it all started, it suddenly stopped, leaving her gasping. “Wait, now it stopped? What the hell is happening?”

“Come down to the lab, right now. We’ll get you tested.”

She didn’t need to be told twice as she hung up and crept out of her room towards the elevator. She was able to get in and down to the lab a few floors away without being caught by Bucky or anybody else. She ran into the lab in a panic. Bruce was already setting up the medical bay in the back with everything needed to do a check-up, some vials next to the other instruments.

“Hey, let’s take some blood and see what’s going on,” he called out to her when he heard the doors slide open. She jogged to the bed and hopped up on it, taking off her cardigan so he could access the veins in her arm better. After a quick routine check up he took a few vials of her blood then stepped out towards all the equipment he had for medical and scientific tests.

He worked silently as she sat there deep in thought. It can’t be, she tried to reassure herself. I’ve been so careful. Not missed a single pill ever. This can’t be happening. After about an hour Bruce came back with a screen in his hand, his eyebrows hung low over his eyes and a frown on his face.

“Y/N, it’s…it’s not working anymore,” he said softly, his eyes sad and confused as he looked at her.

“What do you mean?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes widening.

“The hormone blockers, the pills…your body isn’t responding to them anymore. Your hormones are syncing back to normal Omega levels. Your heats are going to come back.”

“No, no no no no no…NO Bruce! I can’t. Please, there’s gotta be another pill to try, a shot, an implant, something? Anything, please?” she began to cry.

“I’m sorry Y/N. We already got you the best blockers that are available out there. If your body is weaning off of them it means your biology is taking over, probably because you’re getting older and it’s fighting back to have a chance at mating. I’m so sorry,” he showed her the hormone levels on a chart on the screen, pointing out the differences and then setting it down. “There’s nothing I can do. Nothing you can do but prepare yourself for it to start again. And your first one is probably going to be brutal after avoiding them for so long. You’ll need help–”

“NO! No, I can’t do this. I can’t ask some random Alpha for help. This isn’t fair!” she cried harder, hiding her face in her hands. Bruce patted her on the back, trying to help ease her pain by giving off a calming scent. He was also an Omega and knew how much this meant to her.

“It will be alright, Y/N. You have friends here who will help you without making it awkward between you and them, or won’t immediately try mating with you during your heat. They’re good Alphas. They won’t hurt you or take advantage of you,” he promised.

She tried to calm the loud beating of her heart that was wringing in her ears, a panic attack trying to settle deep in her bones that she was fighting back. “How long do I have until it comes?” she sighed as she sniffled.

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. With it being so long since you last had one it could be next week or it could be in a couple of months,” he answered gravely.

“Ugh, great,” she laughed as she wiped her tears away. “No choice, whatsoever. My body ultimately got to decide for me after all. Wonderful,” she spat as she jumped down off the bed. “Thank you, Bruce, for testing. I just…I need to go sleep this off, I don’t know,” she said, giving him a quick hug and then leaving the lab.

She took the elevator back up to her floor, her eyes stinging from the hot tears still slowly falling down. Her heat was coming back, and with a vengeance. She would need help. Who would she ask? Any of the unmated superhero Alphas would probably say yes, though she knew she only wanted one. But how could she ask this of him? And if he did help, how could she go on with their friendship as if nothing had happened between them afterwards?

The elevator opened and she trudged into the common room. The floor was already dark as twilight set in and everyone had split off to their rooms. She slipped into the kitchen since she missed dinner while down in the lab to grab something to eat, although she wasn’t particularly hungry. As she made herself a sandwich she turned to grab a knife then saw a figure in the corner at the dining table.

“Jesus! Fuck, Bucky you scared me,” she gasped, holding a hand over her heart.

“Sorry, honey,” he grunted as he sat watching her. “Why are you crying?”

She stiffened as she looked at him, trying to act nonchalant as she grabbed the knife and turned back to her sandwich. “I’m not, I’m just tired,” she waved him off, quickly cutting the sandwich and putting the ingredients and dishes away to escape.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N. What’s wrong?” he stood, walking towards her. She reached for the refrigerator door to get a drink, which he quickly shut and stared her down. She wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“Come on Buck, I just need a drink,” she complained as she tried to open the door again, reaching for the handle. Bucky grabbed her wrist firmly and leaned in towards her.

“What’s wrong Y/N? You ran away earlier and now you smell…off,” he said, searching her eyes as his nose flared at the scent she was radiating. His frown deepened and his eyes looked worried. “Why are you afraid? Was it me? Did I do something wrong?”

“No! Oh no, Bucky, it’s not you,” she said, her eyes widening. “It’s me, it’s just…” her eyes welled up with tears again, spilling onto her cheeks as she sucked in a sharp breath. “It’s me,” she sobbed, leaning forward til her forehead rested against his chest.

“Oh honey,” Bucky sighed. He put his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto the counter so she was eye level with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder, crying harder as he enveloped her, his hands rubbing up and down her back as he whispered reassuring words to her. They sat holding each other for a while, Bucky letting her cry it out and Y/N relishing the comfort. As her cries died down and her grip loosened around his neck he pulled back.

“Tell me what’s wrong, please? You’re breaking an old man’s heart,” he pleaded, hating to see her hurting so much.

Y/N chuckled at him calling himself an old man as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. Bucky held her face in his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. She let herself enjoy his touch before she sniffled and finally looked up at him.

“When I was talking to you earlier, I felt this weird pain,” she explained quietly. Bucky nodded, listening intently as he held her face still. “That’s why I ran out. I went to Bruce’s lab to test me because it felt like…like a heat,” she sniffled again, looking down at her lap. Bucky nodded again, his hands releasing her face and reaching for her hands to hold. “I haven’t had one in years.” This surprised him. He knew there were new ways of birth control for Omegas now, giving them a lot more options than to just mate and reproduce and take care of their Alphas and pups like the old days, which he thought was great. He just didn’t realize it could be for so long. “And now, apparently, the hormone blockers aren’t working anymore,” she gripped his fingers tightly. “My body is rejecting them, weaning off of them and reverting back to normal hormone levels. My heat is coming,” she sucked in another sharp breath. “I don’t know when, but he said it’s going to be brutal since I’ve been avoiding them for so long. He said I’ll need help and…and I don’t know what to do.” Her voice shook as she looked up at him again. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

Bucky could feel her panic and gave off what he hoped was a calming scent. It seemed to help as her eyes fluttered shut and her shoulders visibly relaxed. The Alpha in him hummed in satisfaction as he swept his thumbs over her knuckles. “You don’t need to be scared, Y/N. It’s going to be okay,” he tried to placate her. “Listen, I know earlier you said you wanted a choice, and now your body’s not giving you one.” She nodded, a few more tears slipping out the sides of her eyes. “I…I can help you,” he said, gulping back the lump in his throat. Her eyes snapped up to him, a look of shock on her face. “I know that I’m offering something kinda crazy. But I promise you I won’t hurt you, I won’t make you court me if you don’t want to, and I won’t forcibly mate with you.” He looked her deep in her eyes to try to get her to understand. “But I’d be honored to help you.”

Y/N couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. She had wanted to ask him and now he was offering himself for her to get through this first heat. She licked her lips and contemplated it. “I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship,” she sniffed again, her eyes searching his face for hesitation.

“It won’t,” he said earnestly.

“...Okay,” she agreed.

Bucky smiled as he squeezed her fingers. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Bucky. You’re a good Alpha,” she thanked him, lifting his hands up and kissing his knuckles.

His eyes fluttered shut and he cleared his throat. “You should probably not call me that, at least not right now.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh! God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“It’s okay, honey, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “Whenever it hits you, just call me, and I’ll be there.”

She gave him a warm smile in appreciation. They were playing with fire, and they both knew it deep down, but were denying it heavily.

***

Y/N could feel her hormones changing her body and mind. Bruce had advised against wearing scent blockers as well to help her body fully adjust and hopefully not cause as much pain during her upcoming heat, and that was the first thing she noticed. The Alphas around her, who would normally just give her a friendly greeting or a smile, now watched her hungrily through narrow eyes, giving tight smiles as their noses flared as she passed by. It made her self-conscious enough to ask Bucky one day, “Do I smell bad?”

Bucky looked away from the book he was reading as she plopped next to him on the couch in the common room again, lifting her feet up to rest on his lap. She was touching him a lot more lately. “What do you mean?”

“Do I smell bad? Omegas can’t really smell themselves very well, and since I took off the scent blockers I’ve been…watched,” she looked around the room warily. Bucky’s eyes swept across the other Alphas in the room, noting how they were all giving off territorial scents as they tracked her. He sat up straight, facing each one until they caught his eye and gave off a warning rumble deep in his chest, his eyes flashing dangerously. They each quickly retreated, shamefully turning back towards their previous tasks. The air around Y/N seemed to lift and she felt like she could breathe again. “Thank you, Bucky.”

He sat back on the couch, grabbing his book with one hand and mindlessly rubbing her feet with the other. “No need to thank me, honey. And no, you don’t smell bad. You smell like chai.”

“Chai?” Y/N scoffed.

“Yeah, chai with…” he reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist, bringing it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. Her eyes widened comically at his brashness in scenting her so publicly. “Pumpkin. Chai and pumpkin. Like Autumn,” he concluded, setting her wrist down and then rubbing her feet again. He said it so casually that she just stared at him dumbfounded.

It got worse as the weeks went on. Her emotions were haywire, one minute she was calm and cool and the next she was agitated and easily crying at anything. She was nesting anxiously, rearranging her room and her desk in her office, constantly carrying around a large fuzzy cardigan or blanket with her. Her joints were sore, especially in her hips. She found herself eating all the time. Bruce had her come down to the lab each week to check her levels, each time warning her it could happen any day now.

A month and a half later on a Friday night the team got together for a movie night. They decided on watching the first Avatar, a movie Bucky hadn’t yet seen. As it played Y/N kept fidgeting next to him, adjusting her sitting position, wringing her hands in her lap, taking deep breaths periodically. A scene began of two of the characters connecting in a tree garden and Sam yelled out, “Alien tree sex!” Everyone laughed but Y/N bolted out of the room. Bucky watched her run down to her room and shut her door.

He quietly got up and followed her. He could tell just by her scent changing these last few weeks and how it was getting stronger, the chai smell getting spicier, that her heat was fast approaching. She had been very touchy with him, following him around and staying close whenever they were in the same room. He had no claim to her, but it was evident to everyone to stay away from her, otherwise they’d get a growl from him. He was growing more excited by the day, trying to remind himself that he was just helping out a friend, not staking any claim or bond.

When he reached her door he pressed his ear against it, listening for her. He heard her heart rate picking up and her breathing became labored. He could also smell her, more potent, spicy, the scent of unmated Omega making his hormones sing and call out for her. A deep rumble emitted from his chest as he felt his cock hardening. He knocked on her door.

“Y/N,” he called out, just loud enough for her to hear. A soft moan came from the other side. His eyelids shut tight at the sound. It was time. “I’m coming in,” he warned before opening the door. He stepped inside and was hit with the scent full force, making his eyes and mouth water simultaneously. Y/N was laying in the nest she built on her bed in the fetal position, one hand on her stomach and the other in between her legs, not yet touching herself but keeping pressure against her core. “Honey…” he groaned as he locked the door behind himself and walked towards the bed.

“Alpha,” she breathed, her brow furrowed and eyes shut tight. A cramp wracked through her whole body and she yelped in pain. “It’s starting. It hurts…hurts so bad,” she cried as she could feel a small gush of slick pour from her pussy as her body recognized the Alpha in the room.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, I’m here,” he cooed at her, reaching his hand out and running his fingers along her leg from her ankle to her thigh. “Let’s get you out of these, huh?” he said while lifting the hem of her shorts up slightly. She nodded and blindly started pulling at her clothes. Bucky helped her strip out of her layers then undressed himself, giving her naked body an appreciative glance. He lay behind her on the bed, cocooning her in his arms and leaning his head into the crook of her neck and scenting her. He could feel himself getting drunk off of her heat. She was sending him into an early rut as his hips rocked against her ass slowly. Y/N keened at that, her back arching and pushing her ass into his crotch further. He moaned at the sensation, his arms tightening around her. “Shh, Omega. I got you,” he said as his voice dropped further, the Alpha coming through more prominently now.

“Bucky…” she sighed, her hands gripping his arms around her. “Please…Alpha please,” she begged, her legs shaking as another cramp hit her.

Bucky moaned at the sound of his name said that way coming from her lips. He started to lick and suck and kiss at the scent gland on her throat, making her gasp loudly. His scent mixed with hers, and they quickly got lost in each other. His hands found her breasts and massaged them firmly, his fingers tweaking her nipples and making her hips buck back into him again. He twisted her body around to face him. She quickly molded herself back to him, hiking her leg up and over his hip, her hands scratching down his chest. He tried to remind himself one last time that this was just a friend helping a friend. Then she kissed him.

The kiss broke the dam of hesitancy he was holding to desperately. He quickly responded, his mouth opening and their tongues tangling as they tasted each other. Bucky climbed on top of her, his knees forcing hers apart. His fingers probed her lower lips, finding her clit and giving it all his attention. Y/N’s hips writhed as he riled her up. She watched his fingers dip into her, making her breath stutter. She was already dripping for him so he plunged two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out while his thumb rubbed and flicked her clit.

“Fuck Alpha,” she groaned. “Just like that, shit!”

Bucky smiled as she cursed, her legs shaking against his. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving him lazy pumps as he got her closer to her release. He huffed a sharp breath. “Damn, honey, oooh that’s good,” he said lowly. “Give it to me, love, come on, you can do it. Be such a good Omega for me,” he encouraged her as he curled his fingers as deep as he could reach.

The tension in her core finally snapped, her first orgasm ripping through her at lightning speed, squirting slick all over his hand and his hips. She let out a guttural moan, the sound reverberating through the air, making the Alpha inside of him scream to claim her. He had to physically restrain himself as he pulled his fingers out of her. She smiled as she watched him with hooded eyes. He put his wet fingers in his mouth and licked them clean of her slick, his eyes rolling back at the taste.

“Alpha please, I need you. Bucky, I want your big cock inside me…please!” Y/N begged again. Normally it would embarrass her to be acting like this, she would have never dreamed of speaking to Bucky this way. But they were beyond the point of no return.

“Condom first, Omega,” he reminded her in his authoritative voice. “As much as I’d love to fill you up, I don’t think that’s what you want just yet.”

Y/N pouted, but the first orgasm had helped clear her brain a little bit, and pointed to the nightstand next to the bed. Bucky quickly reached over and pulled open the top drawer, finding the box and pulling a few of them out. He unwrapped one and slipped it on himself before settling back between her legs, backing up a little bit. “Present, please, Omega.”

Y/N twisted herself onto her stomach, lifting her hips high and pressing the side of her face into the bed. Bucky almost whimpered at the sight of her sweet pussy, seeing the way he had made her drip with slick, the skin softly puckering in anticipation. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen Y/N, goddamn,” he whispered huskily. She preened at his praise, her ass raising a little higher. He gave her ass a quick slap, making her yelp and shiver. “You ready?” he asked, making sure she was still wanting this.

“Yes, please Alpha, Bucky…please!”

“You’re so sexy when you beg,” he slapped her ass again, then grabbed her hips and aimed himself at her entrance. He slowly pushed in the tip of his cock, the fat head catching just past her lower lips, making them both groan. He kept pushing until he was fully seated inside her, letting her adjust to his size. Y/N was keening again, a high pitched tone ringing through the air. After a moment she wriggled her hips, silently asking him to thrust. A deep growl emanated from Bucky’s throat and he pulled back until it was just the tip inside, then snapped his hips back into her hard.

Y/N was making the sweetest noises he’d ever heard as he pummeled his cock into her. She whimpered and moaned, making him hook an arm around her hips and lay his stomach across her back, quick huffs of his breath warming her shoulder. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, making the rhythm of his hips stutter. “Fuck, honey, you gonna cum?” She nodded as her moans got louder. He flipped her back over onto her back so he could watch her release, leaving barely any room between them as he hovered over her. Her hands wound around the back of his neck, scratching his scalp with her nails. “Goddammit, do that again,” he heard himself whimpering this time. She scratched from the top of his head down to his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

He reached between their bodies and started flicking her clit as he chased his own high. “Bucky, oh my God,” she squealed against his lips as her back arched and her legs clung to his hips. “Yes, yes, yes, shit…mark me.”

Bucky didn’t stop thrusting but tensed at her words. “No, Y/N, you don’t want that.”

“Yes, I do, with you, Bucky,” she gasped.

“Omega,” he warned her, his eyes flashing. “We can talk about that when I’m not balls deep inside you.”

Y/N tensed at his Alpha command, her legs loosening around him. “I want you to be my Alpha, my mate.”

“God fucking dammit,” Bucky stopped thrusting and leaned on his elbows above her. “Y/N, listen to me, you don’t want that. You said you wanted a clear choice, remember?” Y/N was silent and wide eyed as she watched him, slightly nodding her head. “This isn’t a clear choice. Your first heat in how many years? It’s your hormones talking, honey. And believe me, I’d love to mark you, claim you, bond and mate with you. Stuff you full of me,” he thrust again, making her eyes roll back, “and breed you with my pups. But we can talk about all that later. Right now, I’m here to help you through this, because you’re my best friend, and…I’m ridiculously in love with you.” He finally said it. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. But when it’s both of us with clear heads and a clear choice. Okay?”

Y/N’s eyes were watery as she listened to him. “You’re in love with me?”

Bucky huffed a laugh, “Is that all you got out of that?”

She shook her head, “No, but it’s the most important thing. I’m in love with you.”

He smiled wide and leaned down to give a quick kiss to her nose. “Can I continue now?”

She nodded again, and he gave her another thrust to get her going again. Her slick started to make squelching noises as he picked up the pace again, his knot starting to catch at her entrance, his hand reaching to her clit again and trailing kisses down her throat to her scent gland, licking and sucking at it again.

“One day, if you’ll have me, I’ll bite this pretty neck,” he moaned in her ear as her fingers dug into his back. “Make you mine.”

“Yours, all yours, Bucky…Alpha,” Y/N groaned, leaning her head up and scenting him back. Her soft lips and her tongue against his gland had his eyes rolling in his head again and his fingers gripping her hips harshly. “That’s right. Mine. Mine…mine,” he thrusted harder and faster, angling her hips up to hit deeper.

Y/N screamed his name as she finally came, her hands digging into the flesh between his neck and shoulder, scratching his scent gland and making him see stars as he came with a yell, his knot fully inflating and latching him to her as she nearly squeezed the dear life out of him. He fell on top of her, and she held him as he calmed down, both of them panting and sweaty.

A heady scent filled the air, a smell that screamed satisfied mates. Bucky pulled himself to his side, holding her close so it wouldn’t hurt her to move with him, and covered them with the blankets from her nest. Y/N was delirious after this first round of her heat, her head lolling with exhaustion. “Rest, Omega. We’ve still got a few days, and forever after that.”

She smiled sleepily, “Hmmm, my Alpha.”

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Daily fish fact #4 062 993

General fish fact!

Fish have gills maybe. Sometimes, I think? Uhh....

#fish #fishfact #fish facts #marine biology #biology #zoology #general fish fact

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Only 100 years old... he shouldve been at the blub :(

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Liveblogging my migration! ;)

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Swimming

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Found a fish! Ate it >:)

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Swimming

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Swimming!!!

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My sister and I bullied this humpback for a lil before our ma told us to stop. What a party pooper..

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Swimming and balancing a fish on my head B)

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Sorry forgot to update. Swimming!

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Swimming..... still swimming....

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Cod why did I think this was a good idea we're just swimming a dozen million miles and that's it

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So, um... what was that about the fish?

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"Hey, did you hear about the recent-"

No, I didn't. I'm literally so unbothered by fishcourse I couldn't care less. I'm just goin with the flow. Riding the waves. Chilling. Moisturised and in my lane. Do you think the moss on my back signifies anything other than my peaceful adn pacifist nature. I'm just a Guy

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OOOHHHH MY COD YOU FRYS!!! You have no idea holy carp holy carp theres this one atlantic salmon migrating at the same time as me,,,, says we're going to the same river,,, her sides are such a gorgeous rich chestnut colour and shes so large compared to me and her belly accentuates her curves and shape in the best way! Her scales are so shiny too? Shes practically glowing!!! UGH every time we swim next to each other i wish there was a small creek so that she'd be forced to swim over me and crush me with her whole body weight

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Horny on main again?

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Oh, when I post about MY crushes its suddenly soo strange and unusual? Sure mr. "where can i find a salmon who will bite me right". sure. It's literally the season!

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You cannot prove I said that.

#/hj #hush hush #lets just pretend neither of us said anything thanks ;))

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Felt bored. Doodled this.

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Ngl I really hate how barren fish representation actually is :( There's two types of fish ever. Fish and shark and sometimes ray. They always show generic fishes only, like nonspecific fishes with one or two primary colours plastered on the side. Where are the pipefishes? The anemonefishes? The anglerfishes? The damselfishes? The morays? The hogfishes? The groupers? The marlins, the tunas? Even the wrasses???? There are never any specific species, just red fish, blue fish, that's it!

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I would also like to bring up unflattering fishes. It's always reef fishes that get their spotlight to shine, but I've never even seen another stargazer portrayed in a good light on TV

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!!!! This is so true! There's so many of us who never get our chance to be seen anywhere and it makes me so sad :( No diversity at all in the casts of recent underwater movies.

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even the representation that does exist for specific fishes sucks. sharks like myself never see ourselves be shown as anything other than bloodthirsty killers :( we get generalised into a single stereotype of a big gray murderbeast

🔲 among-the-sea-weeds-deactivated follow

Anemonefishes are underrepresented?? umm okay. so we're just gonna pretend like a clownfish didn't star in the single biggest fish movie of all time? Where the sharks are portrayed as nice people mind you so why are you even whining. okay. sure. cool. Really need more clownfish movies out there!!!!

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No need to be passive aggressive @among-the-seaweeds-deactivated. You say anemonefishes are oversaturated in the media? In that case, point me to the seemingly abundant movies where two-band anemonefishes are the main character? How about the ones with only Mauritian and orange-fin anemonefish leads? Red saddlebacks, tomato anemonefish, orange anemonefish, skunk anemonefish, wide-band anemonefish, I could go on. Just because one species of anemonefish, the clown anemonefish, starred in one movie doesn't mean that the rest have it super nice and cozy.

Finding Nemo wasn't even too good for clown anemonefishes either. It's the only movie many have seen that even features a clownfish in a speaking role. My anemonefish roommate has often had people calling her Nemo or asking her to tell a joke because it's a "funny gag" from the movie. It's the first thing people tell her when they meet her a lot of the time. Trust me, the only person who has a problem with better fish species representation is you.

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Did

Did you also miss the part where the shark goes on a massive murder rampage over two (2) tiny fishes because he smelled A Blood

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This person had a ton of anti-dolphin posts on their account too, why am I not surprised 😭😭😭 We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down for cod's sake. Anemonefishes are called "Nemofish" to this day and age still

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"We need to pull each other up, not put a whole subfamily down."

Beautifully said.

#deep sea talks #long post #fishcourse

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Just moved into my new place! It's this wonderful sandy crevice with a beautiful view of the kelp and a good nice rocky back wall for support. Hope the neighbours are nice and don't throw their sand into my hole like at my last neighbourhood

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hey

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what the fuck

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can someone please come hang out with me in the deep sea? :( it's so boring here...

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I can! :)

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wonderful! Come Closer please. to the Light.

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RIP @shrimpy-wimpy it's been more than 3 hours 💀💀💀💀

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hopital

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SHE LIVED!!!????????

#WHAT THE FUUUUUUUU

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Pictures of my transition journey :}

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Oh look at you !!!!! You look so much happier and more comfortable in your latest picture! So happy for you!!

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I can't wait to go through my transition myself :]c

#only i'll vbe transitioning in the opposite direction haha #*be

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New drawing of a terramaid!! 👩👩🐟🐟

🐙 magnapining follow

Okay but imagine if terramaids we're actually real. To live on land there scales would probably be all dry and rough-textured! Brushing against them would immediately ruin your slimecooat, probably

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Ah, thanks. I hate it.

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Since they're half human and humans have hair, what if they had

THESE!???

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NOOOOO DON'T RUIN TERRAMAIDS LIKE THIS FOR ME ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

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There's more. With a human lower half, they most likely give birth to live young as well. And with mammalian reproduction habits comes the, well....

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STOP THIS SHADNESS THIS INSTANT

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Since they have a human lower half with a human digestive system that means they have a human diet too, right?

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why

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Too much time in our flippers, dear.

Oh, and a need to make everything cursed. Of course.

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Please stop reblogging this 😭😭😭 I just wanted to show off my art

#not my art #im so tired i keep getting notifs for this post #let me rest

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*moves one inch*

#unreality #tw unreality #fake post #fakeposting #fake posts #marine biology #aquatic #my art #fishblr #long post #teeth tw #teeth #merfolk #mermaid #fish

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wonyscafe · 10 months

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astro appreciation

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☆ my undying love for virgo moons is so intense, you guys are such good listeners and have the perfect advice... you're also so freaking talented!!

★ I once dated a 0 degree aries venus and yes it was short but I have never felt more loved than those 2 months

☆ you gemini placements especially gemini suns always know how to make people connect w each other without even trying too hard, it just happens

★ I'd like to make a quick moment to appreciate all the aquarius moons out there, I've noticed how you can make anyone laugh even during the hardest times

☆ also omg leo risings!! you hype people up and I love u for it!!

★ to all the 12H people out there: your questions are not weird or strange. they're interesting and original. don't let others stop you from asking intriguing questions

☆ also aquarius suns have so much rizz and y'all don't even notice it

★ I will never get tired of listening to a fire/9H mercury. you speak with so much passion about certain topics

☆ all the people I know who have libra sun/moon are so trustworthy during fights. like they will not break your trust, and if they are, they'll 100% receive their karma for it. and they know this. and they're smart so chances are very high that they'll be trustworthy

★ IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS BUT GOSSIPING W GEMINI VENUS IS SO FUN BRO WHAT

☆ if you ever see someone w pisces placements, don't look into their eyes. you'll literally get lost in them.

★ every single taurus I know is so cozy, like they will legit treat you like a royal if you set foot into their house I'm so serious

☆ the people who have the best rational advice in my opinion, are capricorn mercuries. they come off as an authority figure but I really like that energy. they're just really wise idrk how to explain it...

★ if you have scorpio placements you deal with jealousy SO MUCH bc you're literally so attractive. like the energy you radiate intimidates others in a way that they get jealous of you

☆ I'm telling you sags are the best travel buddies EVERRR me and my sag friends go to different countries or cities everytime we hangout and it's so much fun like???

★ ok but cancer moons. like that's it that's everything THEYRE everything.

☆ something ab 10H placements and being the literal human embodiment of the devil wears prada

★ ok biased but virgo placements >>> something ab them is just so hot like

↳ a/n : I'm definitely not done yet bc MAN I LOVE SO MANY PLACEMENTS!!! but now your girl has to study for her ecology, biology and chemistry exams </3 wish me luck y'all I'm ALMOST DONE!!! have a wonderful day or night 𖹭

#wonyscafe #astrology #astrology observations #astrology notes #astro observations #astro notes #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 2 MASHUP 8

Raphella La Cognizi (The Mechanisms) vs Entrapta Princess of Dryl (Netflix She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Raphella La Cognizi is an... Everything Scientist! (people said "all sciences"... also she loves magnets)

Entrapta Princess of Dryl is a Roboticist, Programmer and First Ones' Tech Historian/Archaeologist!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Raphella La Cognizi:

"All of them, probably, focused on chemistry and biology if I had to guess. She's the science officer of the Mechanisms, a band of immortal space pirates. They regularly blow up planets for fun. Raphaella designs them better bombs, tortures poor captives, tortures and vivisects her crewmates, etc. I love her also"

"it's unclear--she's a mad scientist archetype more than anything! she does, however, really like magnets. she's an immortal space pirate. she possibly made herself immortal. she's autistic To me. i love her so much. as cruel and brutal as she is... science!"

"everything? the more unethical the better, although she does really like magnets. Immortal space pirate! so she's got all the time in the universe to do science. until she dies, of course, which happens when (spoilers) she decides to fly beyond the event horizon of a black hole to find out what's on the other side. She's the science officer on her starship, which is just a badass job in general, and she's got WINGS. the wings are mechanical and the reason she's immortal. we don't know for certain if she was born with wings and they were replaced, or if she just went "wings sound fun!" and built some, or much of anything about her backstory. But! speculation is rife and there is a nonzero chance she's immortal because she experimented on herself, which is fun. Also she's just *really pretty*, ok, and has the voice of an angel. She is as cruel and brutal as she is science."

"shes immortal she has time to do all the sciences. well. she does die after like 10 millennia but even that is a final science project! she throws herself into a black hole, maybe to die, maybe to learn something new :) your honor i love her"

"SHES IMMORTAL SHES A MURDERER SHE DOES EXPERIMENTS ON HER IMMORTAL CREWMATES SHE LIKES MAGNETS SHES ***GAY*** shes my beloved"

Entrapta Princess of Dryl:

"She builds robots!!! She's curious and inquisitive!! She loves her robots!! She has the coolest hair and also I want to be her bestie. She's an absolute love"

"autism :)"

"Builds robots and computers for fun and companionship. Can take apart and understand almost any tech she is presented with. Autism lever set to max and I love her. Mandatory boob window in all her outfits and I've never related harder to a character."

"autistic icon, amazing inventor and app round excellent character"

"she has prehensile hair it’s literally the best thing i’ve ever seen in my life, it’s never once acknowledged by any of the characters as abnormal or explained in any way i’m literally obsessed with it. also autism queen"

"PIGTAILS!!!! autism"

"Entrapta is very bubbly and positive. She never lets anything like losing her friends or going to the bad side or getting put on a death-sentence island stop her from scientific pursuits! She actually drives a lot of the conflict in the story, as she explains the technological backstory of the world, and helps both sides be better at fighting. She loves data, doing experiments, and the scientific method. She's also in love with space. She is an autistic queen <3"

"phenomenal canon autism representation without being weird & shitty. also she’s so strange & wonderful & relatable in so so many ways. my computer is named Darla bc that’s what she named the AI for the spaceship in s5"

"She is THE science queen because she loves science so much and her love of it is INFECTIOUS. I don’t know anything about science but Entrapta makes it seem like the coolest thing in the universe. I love her"

"She ourple. I luv her"

"She's so passionate about her work. Takes through notes! Figured out how to hack her home planet!!! She's autistic as hell and I like her overalls."

"You won’t get autism like this anywhere else bestie"

"amoral mad scientist who flips between the good guys and bad guys, loves building so many inventions, ends up converting the head bad guy (for most of the series) to good through the power of love"

"She has outfitted her entire castle to be a maze, and installed electronic locks on some. Her staff seems to be mostly robots she has built herself. In good part reverse engineering or adapting ancient tech found on the planet. She's incredible at what she does and personally fixes, invents and builds a wide range of stuff from space ships to portals to a prosthetic exoskeleton to trackers to war machines. She can do it all. Autism win! Girlie has been criticised for being treated childlike or being unable to understand those around her to a ridiculous degree, but I'm honestly just glad she's not a Sheldon Cooper. Her favorite bots have personalities and therefore implied AI (but not the shitty kind), which means she's pretty fucking good at software too. She likes tiny foods."

"So very autistic about technology. Initially believes robots are way better than people, eventually makes human friends but also very much still has robot friends (I love Emily so much). Gets so excited about finding new First One's tech. Also her happy spinning around in a space suit in that one season 5 episode heals my heart every time I watch it"

"She's the planet's leading expert on ancient tech (sci-fi/fantasy universe) and develops most of the tech in the show and is very autistic about it. i love her"

"She is fun and funky. Chaotic neutral. Definitely some autism coding going on, which is very charming. She has a pet robot? It is cute"

"Bc she is ENTRAPTA!! No srsly she is such a well-written character. At times kinda morally grey but always lovable and great and she is truly amazing at what she does!! I'm pretty sure she's already been submitted but I wanted to make sure :)"

#stem sister scuffle #round 2 #raphella la cognizi #the mechanisms #entrapta #spop entrapta #she ra #netflix she ra #spop

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foolishlovers · 3 months

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hiii!!! do u have any recs for long AUs??? thank you! :]

of course, i love long good omens AUs, here are some of my favourites:

[you can request more fic recs here.]

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Fifty-Two Blue by bendycello (M, 84k) It would be a gross understatement to say that Crowley simply didn't like Aziraphale. He was posh and stuffy and arrogant, and Crowley couldn't figure out why everyone else in the program liked him so much. It hardly mattered; they were competitors, and Crowley didn't need to make friends to become a surgeon. It takes several unleasant encounters, the excessive use of house plants as a coping mechanism, and getting stuck in an elevator for Crowley to start reconsidering his priorities. Or… Crowley and Aziraphale are surgical interns with competitive streaks a mile wide each, and they really do not like each other at all. Until they do.

Waking Up Slow by the_moonmoth (E, 87k) “Then you’ll just have to come back with me," Aziraphale said. “You what?” “You’ll have to come and isolate with me, at my cottage.” The thing about messing with people, Crowley thought, was that sometimes, they genuinely surprised you. After both being exposed to coronavirus, total strangers Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to wait out their isolation together. A tale of soft winter romance by the sea.

Slow Show by mia_ugly (E, 95k) In which temptations are accomplished, grand romantic gestures are made, and two ineffable co-stars only take four seasons of an award-winning television program to realize they’re on their own side (at last, at last.)

Car Trouble by summerofspock (E, 102k) Aziraphale's car breaks down so he takes it to the first mechanic he can find. From there, his mundane life changes drastically as he finds himself befriending the man fixing his car.

on the same page by Chekhov (E, 117k) Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less… appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is… until they have to pretend to be married to each other.

Married at First Sight by Aracloptia (T, 146k) “Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting. “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’. “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.” “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over. In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k) A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (E, 213k) The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea…

#you've come to the right place #i love nothing more than immersing myself in a really long good omens fic shshhs #if anyone has some recs for me PLS go ahead and send them!!#good omens #good omens human au #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #good omens fic rec #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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strawberries

wc: 1k+. (jake sully x fem! reader).

synopsis: jake comforts you by holding you as you go through the anxieties of this mission and recall all the mistakes humans have done to earth.

warning: panic attack.

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the night time bugs of pandora buzzed while the birds chirped their good nights. all walks of life that was still to be discovered by you and your men and scientists. the night life was gorgeous, very different than what you were used to. you were used to a cold room, fake food because earth was a disaster so humans had to come up with a substitute, unfriendly faces, no empathy. the na’vi were people that loved one another, took care of each other and their planet they called home. you wished humans would have done the same to your home. you were fascinated with biology and the different plants on the planet. it was incredible, better than what you dreamed of.

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as you said your goodnights to others in the tribe they guided you to your hammock. sure it was…odd but it was their customs and you wanted to gain the na’vi’s trust. you could hear footsteps from animals outside. it was comforting in a way.

“y/n…what, what is life for you? what make you happy?” one of the young na’vi girl’s asked you. she was learning english from you and you were proud of her.

you clapped your hands, “very good. very good. now, you tell me how to say that in your language.” you smiled big. what you didn’t know was jake was standing by. he fell in love with how you interacted with the people, especially the kids. it pulled his heart strings. it was beautiful.

“well, what makes me happy?” you thought about the question. as you thought about those words more young kids came up to you. one resting her head against your shoulder. “well what makes me happy is you guys. this planet. plants. i love plants. oooh okay so we have this, um,” you pretended to play the custom drums for them, “music. but it sounds more like this.” you created a hushed almost screaming music. the kids laughed, some shook their heads. “it’s true. it’s called rock n roll. i love the rain, it makes it cozy in bed.” in that moment you paused. you looked up to see jake leaning against the door frame. it was so strange seeing him in a different state. he looked so different yet so familiar. he was everything to you in the na’vi form and as a human. “what i love most, however, is strawberries. when i was little, my mother used to plant so many strawberries. they are these tiny fruits, delicious, they are bright red with little seeds in them. my mother used to pick them for me and give them to me for dessert. my face was red with strawberry juice but then us humans messed it up. there were less and less strawberries until there were no more. i can’t remember the last time i had one.” you chuckled, reminiscing about your childhood. “i wish we took care of our planet the way you are taking care of yours.” you pointed to the children.

“maybe one day you can.” one of the young boys said.

“we find you strawlerry,” the young girl announced.

you laughed as you patted their head. “perhaps. either way we must all head to bed.” you stretched, swaying the children away.

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the children said their goodbyes and finally there was silence. jake was in his hammock next to you. yours swayed in the wind, gently. the breeze usually would put you to sleep but your mind had other ideas. you were anxious this night. the thoughts buzzed in your brain. what were you doing here? like, really truly, doing here? you had your group here to do what? what did they want from pandora? they already ruined earth, you were hoping they weren’t going to ruin this planet? just then a memory of your mother flashed in your mind. the way the earth below you felt. the dirt digging into your toes, the sun beaming, the air smelled fresh, you were only just a little girl. in an instant it was all gone by humans.

“no,” you shot up. sweat forming on your face. “no, no, we can’t let this happen.” you couldn’t stop the breathing. damn, you wished that was gone, panic attacks in dreamwalkers. “what if, what if?” you put a steady hand on your chest. you then felt your hammock shift behind you. your head was quickly turned by jake, your partner in this mission.

“y/n,” his worried eyes searched yours. “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“i-i think i’m having a panic attack,” you tried to gasp for air but you felt like there wasn’t enough air to begin with.

“shit,” he muttered, knowing what it was like to have panic attacks as he had them much after his brother died. “y/n, look at me, only me. i got you. i promise nothing is gonna happen to you, not while i’m here. you got this.” he grabbed your hand, gently. he placed his hands on your chest, upon your heart to comfort you. he breathed with you, wanting you to steady yourself. “i got you sweetheart, you’re not goin anywhere. that’s it. slow and steady.”

it was bizarre because here you were looking at a blue alien but you still saw jake. you saw the guy that got drunk at parties and you had to take his busted ass home to help him throw up. or you still saw the jake that told the most corniest jokes and would want to beat up any guy that dumped you. you saw that jake, your human jake. you bit your lip as your hand crept up to his face.

“tell me what’s wrong,” jake finally said after he noticed your breathing getting slower and you were starting to become normal again.

“i’m scared jake. i’m scared we’re gonna mess this up. that i’m gonna mess this up. i don’t know if i can do that. i don’t think i’m meant for this.” tears pooled in your eyes.

“hey, you stop that nonsense crap you hear me. you are an amazing person y/n, the best person i know. you have saved my ass more times than i can count and you always laugh at my jokes.”

you chuckled.

“see, got you chuckling.” jake smiled. his hands now both grasped your hands to show that he was there with you.

“i wish i didn’t feel nothing. like have any emotions, then maybe i could do this easier. i’m just scared.”

“hey,” jake’s hands were now holding your face, wiping your tears. “there’s nothing to be scared about,” his deep voice whispered. “well except maybe the bugs but i’ll always kill them for you.”

you gave him a glare, “you know, the na’vi don’t like killing. me on the other hand i would gladly kill a roach.” you giggled.

“yeah i remember. i had to use my wheels to kill that one by the bar, you screamed so loud.” jake couldn’t help but laugh and you slapped his arm.

“i was embarrassed by that, okay, my date was there. he probably thought i was crazy.” you pouted.

jake gently moved your braid behind your shoulder, noticing how soft and beautiful it was on you, but then again he always thought you were gorgeous as a human as well. “but there’s nothing to be scared about. you’re so strong, the na’vi people like you more than me, and every room you walk into, aliens or humans, you light up people's lives. you make them smile and just become happy. you could never hurt anyone and i think the na’vi know this. i know this. that’s what makes you so special and perfect for this job.” jake leaned his forehead against yours. “c’mon lets go to bed.” he laid in the hammock.

“jake, what are you doing?” you giggled like a schoolgirl. “i swear if this is your fart joke again, i will be leaving this planet and going to mars. i’ve heard they have amazing spots there.”

“what do you mean?” jake acted innocent. “i wasn’t! and besides, i don’t even know if these things fart.” jake turned and showed you his butt.

“ok put that thing away, you’re wearing a thong remember buddy.” you were now starting to get comfortable in the hammock.

“yeah…now i know the pain you go through.”

“wait…how do you know i wear one?”

jake was silent.

“jake sully!”

“i saw it okay! don’t kill me!”

“jake!”

“it was pink!” he grinned the biggest grin while moving his eyebrows. “it was cute, the little rhinestones.”

“i hate you,” you were flustered.

“i know you love me.” jake wrapped his arms around you. you never realized how big he was as a na’vi. but he fully covered you. “goodnight y/n.” jake kissed the top of your head, resting his chin against it.

“umm jake,” your words came out muffled as you were in his chest. “do you think this thing can hold us both?”

jake opened his eyes and looked around, “well if we fall and i bust my ass, i’ll try to make sure you land on top of me so you don’t get hurt.”

you shrugged, “okay good plan.” you nuzzled deeper into him. he still had his comforting smell of him as a human. this was your jake. the one that would always be there for you. his touch comforted you so much and you knew he meant all of his words. “thank you jake.” you whispered with a smile.

jake’s smile crept on his face as the critters and the night life kept on going. you two stayed peacefully in the breeze, sleep overcoming one another.

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully x you #avatar #avatar james cameron #jake sully smut #jake sully imagine #avatar x reader #avatar imagine #avatar x you #jake sully fanfic

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captain-mj · 4 months

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Superhero au

Part 1

I really liked this idea so I'm making more of it! Sorry to disappoint

Ghost tried to get up and blood slipped through the shadows, spilling on the floor. His face had turned extremely pale and his lips had even gained a blue tint.

Soap quickly pushed him back down, not missing the groan it got out of Ghost. “No. No. Stay.” He felt the flesh under his hands and it felt… strangely human.

Soap had been born from a test tube and was then given to a nice family that they thought could raise him with the right morals. They succeeded. But Soap wasn’t human. Not at all.

Ghost was. He could tell when they touched. Warmth and blood and his heartbeat filled Soap’s sense and he yanked away.

“You’re human? Just a human? You do all of this. Fight all of these people, me and my team included and you’re just human?”

Ghost stared at him blankly. “You’re not?”

“No! Of fucking course not! I was made to fight off the fucking robots and aliens and weird shit that comes to butcher humanity and you’re telling me you’re just some guy?”

“Fucking hell. Yeah. I’m just human with basically a pet of shadows. That upset about it?”

Soap gaped at him for a minute before shaking his head. “You know Gaz? In my league?? He’s half human and therefore he gets priority over everything! We protect him first because he’s potentially fucking mortal. What your mother think if she knew you were out here killing yourself?”

“My mom’s dead.”

“...Dad?”

“Dead…”

“Any siblings?”

Ghost slumped into the couch and his head was hanging oddly since he couldn’t be bothered holding it up. “Johnny, I wasn’t lying when I said you were the only person I could go to… A bit pathetic, isn’t it? You guys think I’m some monster skulking in the shadows, huh?” His eyes were fluttering and Soap could actually hear Ghost’s heartbeat slowing.

Soap rushed into action, quickly getting him…

What could he get him? He didn’t keep medical supplies on hand!

Soap used a tiny bit of reality bending powers to zap to a store and zap back. He pulled Ghost up, feeling how deadweight he was and feeling slightly panicked about it. Even the shadows were tugging and pulling at Ghost to try to wake him up.

Honestly, they were… kinda cute. Just little guys that swarmed around Ghost to try to get attention. Soap managed to bandage the large slash across Ghost’s stomach and he fixed him so he was more comfortable on his couch.

He understood enough about human biology to know what to do from here, but the waiting was horrible.

After a while, he started cooking soup. It was just a simple vegetable soup. Tasted pretty bland but he was worried of putting too much spice into it. What if it killed him? Aren’t British people sensitive to seasoning?

Ghost’s breathing hitched for just a moment and Soap was by his side, watching him. He groaned when he saw him. “Too bright. Turn the lights down.”

Soap dimmed himself considerably. “Sorry. I’ve made you food.”

Ghost looked distrustful before relaxing again. He supposed he didn’t kill him in his sleep and that was enough. His mask was only lifted a little though so he could eat the soup.

Soap noticed his hands shaking and he fought the urge to help him. Ghost ate like a starved man, wiping his face once it was done. “That was really good.” He swallowed it down and Soap found himself fascinated by the bounce of his adam’s apple

Soap dragged his gaze away. He knew his… quickness to get obsessed was rather creepy. His family tried hard to break him of it, but he just… couldn’t help it. A nasty habit. Even worse when it included people.

Ghost put the bowl down and laid back. He didn’t fix his mask and his head lolled back, leaving tons of skin exposed. The shadows wrapped around Ghost and they… eyed Soap, clearly judging him.

Soap quickly looked away, embarrassed. “You can stay as long as you need.”

“I won’t be long.”

“As long as you want then.”

“I’ll be here even less.” Ghost smiled but he was already looking tired again. All the blood loss seemed to get to him. Soap slowly pulled him down to lay down the couch, surprised by how… pliable Ghost felt. He went to pull the blanket up for him but the shadows stopped him. Their grip was impossibly strong, to the point that Soap couldn’t fight against them at all. He frowned and yanked himself back but they didn’t budge. Only when Ghost opened his eyes did they retreat. “Why do you keep standing over me?”

Soap wasn’t sure how he could explain what just happened so he simply backed up quickly. “Goodnight!” He turned tail and retreated.

Ghost was gone in the morning. Soap checked on him and found him laying in his bath at home, clearly trying to deal with his own wounds. He felt a rush of irritation but let it go.

Gaz had sent him a few messages, one of them explaining that something had happened with Ghost and The Russian last night. Apparently the fight caused a lot of damage to other people. It seemed he had been asking for help with the situation before eventually texting him back that they have it under control but to talk to Price ASAP. Chances are the old man was mad at him for being so unreachable, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He had been busy with something more important.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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justpoliteconversations · 2 months

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Unsung Hero [TP!Link + Veterinarian!Reader]

The care and management of domestic animals is not new to Hyrule, but your kind of practice is.

The indulgence is growing out of control. The other piece for the results of this Poll.

Masterlist

Companion piece:

Fall Birds [BOTW!Link + Reader]

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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Seven little fluff balls wait contently within their holding pens, five young females, one adult and a male not even old enough to have a tween's characteristic lank. Three have taken a liking to the soft rags and old shirts you've crafted into makeshift beds, two still picking cautiously at their food bowls, one is grooming with quiet concentration. The kitten is up against the bars, meowing loudly for your attention.

These cats have been well taken care of. They are not afraid of people, many of them want to be picked up. None of them have any issues accepting the food you've given them, they all having been pawing at their enclosures expectantly the moment you'd passed through the doors with food in your hands.

This is a good village. You can tell, for there is no greater indication of a community's character then how they treat thier animals. Creatures whom often rely upon their human caretakers to provide basic needs. Truly, the most vulnerable in any civilized society, safeguarded not by the reigns of biology or sacred law, but by will of the people who keep them.

You smile as you approach, and no less then three of the younger females join the male up against the bars. You are forced to dodge little paws as you crack the doors open just enough to reach in and switch out thier water bowls. Though you give into temptation once or twice and capture their little paws between your fingers, squeezing softly against their smooth beans.

It is harder than you'd like to admit to pull away from them, especially when they are just as eager for attention as you are to give it. But you have work to do, and unfortunately, they only partially involve playing with little beans.

So you eventually leave the room, old water bowls in hand and steadfastly ignoring the pitiful little meows chasing after you. Sometimes you have to play the villain, but that's just an unavoidable consequence of the profession you lead.

And so, unfortunately, is this.

"May I help you." You ask pleasantly enough, irked that this unknown man (hyrulian?) had entered the back of your workplace uninvited, but not really surprised either.

Hyrule and the lands surrounding it is, strange, as far as privacy and security is concerned. No door is truly locked unless it's physically barred, by the locals reckoning. No shop guards their precious stock with carefully maintained distance, no home sacred to the eyes or ears of their community.

Even thievery is taken in stride, rarely punished but for the occasional snide remark or displeased glower. Occasionally, the victimized shop owner may strike at the thief, maybe lecture them, and by the eyes of social justice this seems to make right the wrong.

So, no. You are not surprised. Nor are you surprised by the untrusting tension corded through this man's body.

This is to be expected, or more precisely, this should be expected. And rather than make you feel unnerved or frightened, you are gladdened by this man's formidable presence.

You are happy, because someone cares enough about these animals to ask you what you're doing with them. Cares enough to notice their absence. Cares enough to confront potential abusers with righteous fury, because you can see that in his eyes. That unrelenting need to protect burning in this man's gaze, waiting for a reason to unfurl like Hellfire.

"Why are you taking the cats." He says simply, so honest and to the point. Your heart is gladdened further, because finally, someone who's not going to meekly dance around the issue to avoid offense.

Let them be damned offended. Priority is the wellbeing of the animals. It always has been, and if you're going to dig into other people's business, you best be prepared to get in their face too.

You smile at him, and he seems taken aback by it. "I'm a veterinarian from overseas, specializing in spading and neutering small mammals."

He blinks, long lashes framing wide blue eyes now brimming with cautious curiosity. "A veterinarian?"

You grin, taking the opportunity. You always take the opportunity to educate people. It's just as, if not even more important, than what you actually do.

And so, you talk. You speak of eventual overpopulation, of a single female cat's extensive breeding potential. Of bird populations decimated, of entire litters lost to the dangers of the wilds and the inevitability of disease and death. Of the benefits of fixing felines young, of the health hazards avoided and the behavior issues soothed.

All the while, his eyes get wider and rounder and softer. His world opens up, the light of newfound knowledge enters his inquisitive gaze. At some point he sat, ushering you to sit too. He leans forward as you talk, riveted, asking questions when you begin to slow. Spurring you onwards one breath at a time.

Minutes turn to hours, hours become a promise extracted from the man himself. A promise that you would continue to explain to him the purpose and riggers of your little known profession.

You'd agreed readily. Heart fluttering with the quiet hope of like-minded companionship.

He returns the next day. And the next.

All seven of the cats are fixed by that time, safe and recovering in their pens. And the man, Link, is there for two of their operations. Witness to your practice.

He is enthralled by the precision of your blades, the skill of your hands. Not once does he shy away from the unsavory sight such a profession entails, asking questions only after you've placed the last stitches into shave-short fur. His eyes burning with the need to know and to learn.

You give him everything you have. Every scrap of knowledge and wisdom accumulated after years of education and trials. You share it freely, anything within your power to give is his should he ask.

And he- replies in kind.

Time, effort, rupees. You'd tried to deny, but he could not be moved. The fire in his spirit burning too hot, too intense for you to have any hope of outlasting it's blaze.

He brings in more stray cats, dogs, squirrels (?) than you have holding pens, children trailing behind him with proud expressions of excitement and pride. You give them candy for their efforts, they give you hugs and little scraps of cloth for more beds.

He hands you rupees, brows fixed in stubborn defiance, unwilling to back down from his contributions. There's more than you've ever seen in one place, more than a year's worth. It's too much, but the gleam in his eyes tells of a man who will burden you with untold excess should you refuse his first offer.

The threat is nearly tangible in it's closeness. Take the damned rupees, or prepare to drown in them.

Collars appear like magic overnight upon a precious few cats and dogs, bands of every color staking a bold claim. You leave those ones be, waiting for the loving hands of owners to bring them to you.

Your clinic grows, your place within the community settles. Your new friend becomes your best friend and your most trusted confidant.

Link buys a goat ranch (the one he's been working on for years now), beaming with pride as he tells you how he finally convinced Old man Fado to pass over ownership to him. You congratulate him of course, overcome with pride for his persistence and success.

Your not surprised though. While many might have questioned his hesitance to settle, those who knew him well saw this coming years ago. It was only ever a matter of when the man would pluck up the resolve to fully commit.

The long wait had not been wasted though. A stack of worn books, old and new, sitting prominently at your bedside spoke quietly of that.

"Hey, Link. Now that you're a respectable ranch owner, want to go into business together?" You smile, eyes crinkled at the corners as he caught your gaze in (unnecessarily) hopeful disbelief. "I've been doing a bit of light reading on the biology of ordon goats, after all."

You held out your hand to him, and he gripped it back fiercely, a suspicious shimmer at his lower lashes as a bright smile stole across his lips.

"Might as well not let the knowledge go to waste. Right?"

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Back to the safety of the shadows.

#twilight princess link #twilight princess x reader #give this man a friend

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leohtttbriar · 5 months

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I think Michael like for all that she is she is definitely an anthropologist like I think she takes a very great cultural lense before a scientific

you know, i think you are absolutely right! thank you so much for bringing this up! i wasn't even thinking about her academic specialties when i wrote this post. her first question being about "praying" could very easily just have been the way she was trained to meet alien peoples where they are first before obnoxiously being like "what is that, tho"

and, to your point about the cultural v scientific lens:

for better or worse, i'd say star trek collapses the boundaries between a lot of academic disciplines. "hard" v "soft" science doesn't seem to be a distinction in the star trek speculative world, where linguistics and anthropology are as much about physics and biology and no one is going to pretend like learning languages is a different kind of Study to learning chemistry. this sometimes does not work, imo, because sometimes the writing will accidentally slip into an unexamined essentialism with the alien cultures, which renders the whole of the allegory sort of silly and potentially all kinds of offensive. but it sometimes does work.

discovery, from what i remember of the first two seasons (i'm only just now starting the third, bc i lost my cbs account between 2 and 3, alas! etc), seems more able than other series to collapse the distance between disciplines and walk the line between what is cultural and what is material culture informed by biology. like saru constantly talks of his alien species and how their history of being hunted on his planet manifests in a perpetual anxiety and tamed-curiosity for him but also lends a level of care and sensitivity that he excels in---all of which fleshes out the character while giving him the awareness and consciousness to know why he may be acting a certain way compared to others and why he shouldn't ever be demeaned for it and where his body and his body's millions-of-years-old natural history can be challenged with that consciousness and how his consciousness can be valued precisely for its origins.

the klingons and vulcans, while not as sophisticated as the character saru, also seem to be largely cultural products that are informed by their specific biology. michael, somewhat caught between the cultural product and her own biological reality, can affect vulcan mannerisms and is very often portayed as thinking like a vulcan, while remaining very recognizable to us. her phrasing and her pattern of speech, while not monotone, are normally utterances that move from established fact to logical conclusion. I have nowhere to go back to...the only thing I can do right now is trust something, she says, upon being thrust nine-hundred years in the future. it's the statement of a stoic philosopher (probably one of the "vulcan" influences). she is concerned with what is material and what is real and what is real to others.

which is why i really like what you pointed out about her anthropology expertise--culture is real and often naturalized to those who live in it. michael is definitely someone, what with her studies and how she was raised, who is intimately aware of how the alien can be made familiar, how bodies can't be denied but you can learn to know them, how consciousness is strange and existence-in-causal-time stranger, and how people (all creatures included) are never all one thing or another.

obviously there's no perfect speculative fiction creating speculative cultures. the hurdles of making a sell-able show and the ingrained biases and limitations of the writers are not insignificant. but the storytelling here is engaging with conceits concerning the preciousness of life and the immutability of that preciousness--even if you don't understand it.

(also i just love michael burnham with all my heart. don't think it was a coincidence she was named after the angel who carries a sword.)

#star trek #discovery #guess i'm going to have to go rewatch the first two seasons now!!#i used to consume media that wasn't star trek #michael burnham

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John Wick NSFW Alphabet

i love my baby boomer....

18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

John will one hundred percent take care of you. Clean you up, cuddle, rub your back, feet or full body massage anyone? He likes to call it post orgasm affection after sex he feels so protective over you and thankful for you. He’ll do anything you want because during this time he feels closer to you than ever.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man likes whatever you like but if he had to pick he’s pretty skilled with his hands and he loves how they look when they are holding onto your hips or when his fingers are pumping in and out of your pussy.

John loves your hips or the small of your back or your thighs…. Does he have to pick just one? He believes your body was sculpted by a goddess and loves to worship every part of you. If he did have to choose it would probably be your hips.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Finds it way too degrading to cum anywhere but inside you, a condom or your mouth. Though, on the very rare occasion he may be willing to cum on your stomach or chest. Never the face though, he doesn’t know why but it feels extremely disrespectful to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John loves you all natural.

Right before you shower, early in the morning or even after a hot day out in the sun. It feels like all you when he eats you out and licks you all over while you’re all sweaty, he blames it on his basic biology. How could he not be turned on by your natural scent and beauty?

It may sound strange but it really is a basic animal instinct to be attracted to your mate's pheromones (aka loveee hormones). Although he won’t be as bold as Napoleon and ask you to not bathe, he won’t turn down an opportunity to try and get you in the mood before he knows you plan to shower that day.

If you ever called him out on it he’d get all flustered and even start stuttering -- it is his literal dirty secret-- but if he sees you’re okay with it he gets very confident.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Get prepared to have sex ruined for you because nobody can do it like him. John Wick is THE man, myth and legend. He’s mastered all the ways to end people’s lives and ‘la petite mort’ is a ‘death’ form he's very familiar with. He will have you shaking, twitching, arching your back, pushing him away but pulling him back…

You’re a puzzle for him that he wants to crack. The prize? Knowing that it’s him who can and is doing it. John can make you forget your words, your eyes roll into the back of your head, make noises you thought were impossible and your neighbors hate you. He’s good at pacing himself too so be prepared for a long night.

Might want to bring your neighbors some cookies the next day if you ever have him over.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves when you ride him because he can sit back and watch just how beautiful you look bouncing up and down on his cock. John loves watching where the two of you connect it turns him on a lot. This position is also good for when he just wants to cuddle and both of you want the extra comfort with a bit of cockwarming.

There’s also spooning because he can hold you tight in his arms. Under the covers, you don’t even have to move, let him grab your leg and hold it up for you. Don’t worry he’s got you and he’ll take good care of you. Early in the morning, sleepy and warm is the best sex he could ask for.

Either way he wants to be close with you or to watch you intently because nothing is sexier to him but you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Really depends. John would only joke around during sex if the woman he’s having sex with is his girlfriend. He doesn’t feel comfortable enough with strangers and one night stands to smile and goof around with them.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah John definitely trims his pubic hair. He's a very well kept man but he’d never shave. It’s also something he doesn’t think about often as well so sometimes it gets a bit unkempt but that’s usually only during his leisure times in between hits. Why does he trim his pubic hair before a contract? You’ll never know.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

John’s very intimate. He’ll never feel closer to you than when he’s buried deep inside your pussy. He talks about how beautiful you are and kisses you all over while he fucks you hard. You’ll never feel more loved during sex than you do when you're making love with him. Multiple orgasms surrounded by his arms and words of encouragement leaves your mind and heart racing. Oh and of course your pussy throbbing.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacking off was boring to him. Until he found you.

Before it was for stress release. Fast and quick in the shower. He’d rest one arm and his forehead on the tile wall while the other stroked his cock until he came. The warmth from the water being the only thing to hold him. It’s too lonely for him. As much as he liked to be alone and is a quiet and private man, such pleasure should not be experienced alone.

Then you came.

Polaroids. He loves to take photos of you. Whether it’s right after sex or even the domestic things like you eating or laughing. As dangerous as it is, he keeps one on him at all times. You’re his reason to come home at the end of the day. When he’s bleeding and in pain he knows it all won’t matter when he walks into the door and sees you.

Most of these more private Polaroid photos were gifted to him from you. He kept them safe and would bring them out in the privacy of his hotel room during long contracts to stroke himself to the photos of you in lingerie, imagining you were there with him. That he could kiss your thighs and taste your pussy… It doesn’t take him long and knowing that he’ll see you again makes him almost wanna rush the contract just to see you again.

Thank God for phones as well. He loves to call you and he’s so cute. You can tell what he wants right away even if he’s trying his best not to outright ask because he’s already so embarrassed.

“Hey baby.”

“I miss you so much…”

“Wish I was home with you.”

“Oh? Why?” You’d bit your lip and giggle through the speaker.

Then the minute you catch on and play along, goodbye awkward John and hello confident John.

“You really want to know? Why don’t you go lay on the bed and touch yourself for me, crazy woman.”

When he’d hear you moan at the sound of his words and his belt coming undone he’d curse in different languages. John proceeds to tell you every little detail on how he feels and how he wants to make you feel while he jerks himself to the sound of your moans and wet pussy through the phone.

If he’s feeling particularly down bad for you, he’ll let you do all the talking.

John is also a huge fan of mutual masturbation. He loves to just lay side by side with you and make each other orgasm with nothing but your hands and deep eye contact.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you’re looking for a kinky guy or someone into BDSM, you’ve come to the wrong department. He’s a bit old school. John will experiment with all sorts of positions and do some light bondage that’s easy for you to get out of if you need or really want to. No safe word because no and stop are enough for him.

John likes blindfolds, light biting, ice cubes and your vibrators. He also likes making you orgasm over and over or edging you to make the pleasure even more intense. He’s a very attentive lover who is passionate as all hell.

Things are a bit different when it comes to him though. He’s fucked in his opinion. John’s been shot, stabbed, hit by a car, beat and he’s broken bones. A couple slaps across the face from you brings out almost a primal feeling within him. He loves it. Some may call it slight femdom but he doesn’t care when you take a bit of control it makes him feel like he can relax and let go.

Oh and he’s not into, full strap on pegging but he does appreciate a good old prostate orgasm every now and again.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Right at home and in his bed. Who doesn’t love their bed? John is not excluded from the common phenomenon that is not wanting to get out of bed. Yes he wakes up early but his bed is just so comfortable and when you’re in his arms all warm… Mmm it’s heaven for him. So when it comes to his favorite thing to do (sex), he loves being in his big, soft bed. You’ll feel like you’re having sex on a cloud.

John’s other favorites include inside (or on) his mustang, hotel rooms and anywhere in his or your home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Not much, John Wick is easy as shit when he’s in love. He can hide his desire well but if you’re both down it’s not hard to get him started. Wink, smile, giggle or bite your lip while looking at him. Squeeze his bicep or stare at his groin. You’re so sexy to him you could straight up ask him and he’ll carry you to the bedroom before you finish your sentence.

Baba Yaga enjoys being messed with. Tease him and he may just beg you!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will not hurt or degrade you. John knows how easy it is to kill someone. Three seconds of his hand on your throat would be all it would take. So his hands stay away from your neck no matter how much you beg him. Any kind of pain inflicted on you is a no. End of story. It may even kill the mood for him if you keep bugging him about it.

He doesn’t feel right calling you a slut, a whore or bitch. Not when those terms are so negative. Those words would never even cross his mind when it came to you. In fact, if he ever heard anyone call you those terms he may have to pay them a visit and … Well that’s besides the point.

You’re too precious to him he doesn’t think he could hurt you even if he tried. Sex is sacred to him. He can be rough in ways that don’t involve putting your life at risk or harming you and he can be dominant and commanding without insulting you. John wants to love and worship you during sex and to him anything that puts you down or harms you is the complete opposite of what he wants with you or any partner.

Him on the other hand… (see K & W)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

John could eat you out for hours, literally. Your tastes and your sounds, lord he could ejaculate just from that. Sometimes he gets so into it you think he almost forgets your there (he could never actually), his eyes are closed and his face is soaked as he can’t stop kissing, licking and sucking on your clit. He feels like a dehydrated man drinking from the most beautiful oasis he’d ever seen. Be prepared to be overstimulated.

He of course would never turn down a blowjob. Sitting on the couch with one of his arms thrown around the back, the other cradling the back of your head, tilting it ever so slightly so he could look into your eyes, his boxers and jeans bundled at his ankle while you slobber all over him? How many times can John say he feels like he’s in Heaven with you without it getting annoying? He’s very careful not to choke you or thrust up too hard but he apologizes every time he does.

Oral is John’s favorite way to have sex with you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Really depends on you but he’s real good at pacing himself. He can tell by how loud and long your moans are. If you are loving slow and deep to the point he’s almost just grinding against you while in bed or fast and hard after a hit where you can’t keep your hands off each other he’ll do whatever you need.

John does like to change it up though, going nice and slow before speeding up and letting the headboard hit the wall, making anyone within two miles of you hear your pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ah not John’s favorite but they do. Sometimes he just can’t keep his hands off of you because you’re so irresistible to him. He loves to spend his time worshiping you and edging or overstimulating the both of you but can’t really do that with a quickie.

He’s not against them, just not his preference because that usually means one of you are leaving and you’re having one more quick intimate goodbye or you’ll be out in public. Both are horrible options to him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

John won’t have sex with you in public but he doesn’t care who hears. Or how close someone is. He will have sex in his mustang which is the most public he’ll do. He loves it because every time he gets in to drive all he can think about is your hand holding onto the roof as you bounce yourself on him.

He’s also down to experiment with different positions and loves the ones that make you the loudest. John gets very proud when someone makes a comment, though most are too intimidated to ask Baba Yaga to tone it down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When he was younger he felt like he could go all night, even if he needed time he’d just eat you out till he was hard enough to fuck you again. Multiple times a day with amazing self control but sometimes you just felt way too good and he’d feel like he was coming the minute he would thrust into you.

Now with John’s older age he prefers long rounds with fewer orgasms. Maybe he can do two himself on a good night? He’ll still stay up all night kissing and worshiping you. All he wants is to feel you and the older he gets the better self control he has. He can do more if you’re over stimulating him though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yeah toys are good. Mainly vibrators though. John likes smaller dildos, nothing even close to the size of his own dick, that he can fuck you with while you sucking on your clit.

He also likes the smaller ones because they are the perfect size for him as well. When he’s had a real rough week a prostate orgasm he believes can fix him and heal him of all frustrations, especially if you’re the one helping him out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

John likes it more when you tease him but he teases you back just as much. Sometimes he can’t wait himself and doesn’t even want to tease you because it would be like teasing himself. That’s what makes it fun for him though, knowing you need him to fuck you as much as he needs to fuck you. It’s a great feeling knowing you’re that desired.

Also it’s up to what you consider a tease. John doesn’t even realize when he’s ‘teasing’ a lot of the time. He’ll spend hours kissing every inch of your body, biting and sucking in your breasts and nipples while caressing your whole body. It’s not until he notices your literally dripping onto the mattress that he should probably get a move on.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Just like normal John he’s pretty quiet but he moans and groans, grunts and growls, swears and talks dirty to you. He’s sure to let you know how good he feels but you’re going to be the only one who knows. He won’t let people know when he’s in pain even when he’s been shot or stabbed or burned, he barely makes a noise.

Having even a conversation with the man is a privilege, so to hear him in his rawest form when he was experiencing such pleasure makes you almost elite. If the two of you are somewhere private he will let himself be a little louder, but just for you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Living his life as an assassin John had to learn to deal with pain real quick. One of those ways was to find pleasure within that pain. It reminded him that he was alive and he wasn’t some scary story… That he could feel. When he learned he could still feel some of that painful pleasure with you it was a perfect meeting in the middle of his two lives.

So feel free to smack or bite him; he loves it. The sting from your palm connecting with the side of his face makes him feel alive and lose control just a little bit. But don’t actually do anything life threatening damage and don’t do anything too crazy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s been blessed by the 666 gods that’s for sure. 6 feet in height, 6 inch dick and 6 figure salary. Or maybe it’s more like 6 feet in height, 7 ½ inch dick that pushes 8 inches when he’s super turned on and a probably more than 6 figure salary.

John seems like a guy who knows how desirable he is but he’s humble about it. He’s fit, attractive, strong, and skilled. He won’t boast and he won’t tell people but he knows he has it all. That doesn’t stop him from acting a bit shy in front of his significant others. When it comes to matters of the heart all logic goes out the window and can leave the most confident person a stuttering mess.

All that confidence he has turns to worry because what if he hurts you? John knows bigger doesn’t always mean better. That’s why he’s learned and he knows just how to get you prepared for him. If you can’t get wet enough on your own there’s a bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand and if it still hurts, he knows penetration isn’t the only way to have sex.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fluctuates but more on the higher side. The emotional release John gets from sex and orgasming is better than any successful or satisfying hit he’s ever done. Being raised to kill people for a career led to pent up aggression being released in sick and brutal ways. He didn’t get the nickname Baba Yaga for nothing.

Sex is the complete opposite of what he does. Instead of taking a life, he could be making one. Instead of staring someone in the eyes as they plead for their life and take their last breath, he can stare into yours as you plead for him to keep going. It’s soft, safe and reminds him that there are good ways to handle things.

It gives him a better release and no one gets hurt! Orgasming feels good and it’s even better when it’s with someone he loves and can share that good feeling with. But don’t get it wrong. He’s not a sex crazed maniac, while no sex whatsoever would be a long time deal breaker, less sex is just fine.

John’s not thinking about sex 24/7, he has a lot of it when he’s in a relationship maybe a few times a day sometimes, but he doesn’t need it. He’s more of a cuddle crazed maniac. You don’t want to have sex? That’s alright! You don’t want to cuddle? Now there might be some problems.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

John will only fall asleep first if you’ve been dating for a real long time and he’s the most comfortable he can be. Knowing his own strength and skill he wants to protect you. After sex, you have his hormones running wild and he’s filled with so much love and protective energy he wants to watch and hold you while you sleep but sometimes you milk him too good.

You can always tell when you’ve wiped the poor man out. On those nights he can’t help but lay his head on your chest and he’s out like a light, snoring louder than usual.

#john wick fanfic #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n

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Eriks!Vash x Ex bounty hunter!Afab!Reader

Not proofread because who was time for that

I’m also not that confident in it lolol-

Warnings: Vash is in plant heat, monster fucking??, breeding??? (TEE HEE), weird plant biology in general????, overstim, mentions of fingering. Let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: Eriks typically helps out delivering rations to everyone in town, and he just can’t help himself from being drawn in by you. However, you find people truly insufferable.

“Hey Lina, why don’t you go help Eriks with the deliveries today?” Sheryl suggests, placing a hand on her hip as she stares down at her granddaughter. Lina gives her a mischievous smile and runs out of the bar, having no intentions of helping him. She’s a troublemaker, that girl. Even if she means well she’s still constantly endangering herself.

Lina runs out into the streets and chases after Eriks, grinning from ear to ear as she jumps up and smacks him on the back. “Found ya!” She giggles, following him around the town with a smile.

It’s the same thing every day. The same people, the same route. Everything.

Except for today.

Eriks looks down at the order list, raising an eyebrow when he reads a name he’s not familiar with. He bends down and points it out to Lina.

“Where is this person’s house?” He asks her, curiosity shining beneath his glasses.

“Oh you’re not gonna like her! She’s mean!” Lina laughs and points to the house, which is on the far end of town, away from everyone else.

“Really? How so?” He tilts his head. The house looks nice from a distance… surely it can’t be all that bad.

“The rumor has it that she used to be a big bad bounty hunter!” Lina explains, her expressions over exaggerated as she speaks. “She hasn’t spoken to anyone since she moved here years ago and only comes into town when she needs more rations.” She pauses, tapping her chin in thought. “I bet she’s happy to find that someone is delivering to doorsteps now.” She shrugs,

Eriks looks out at the house, curiosity striking him. “Alright thank you Lina, I’ll be on my way now.” He gives her a wave before picking up the box of rations and heading out towards the house.

It’s a good ways away on the outskirts of the town, making him wonder if this person really did hate the people that much.

As he approaches the door, he raises a fist to knock on it gently, shouting to let them know that their rations are here. He hears a grunt come from the other side of the door and smiles in anticipation, only to be met with your gloomy and indifferent expression.

“What do you want?” You ask bitterly, looking him up and down to see if he’s armed.

“Oh! Your rations are here.” Eriks points to the box on your porch, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Okay thanks.” You huff, slamming the door in his face only to hear an ‘ouch!’ come from him. You look down and see that his foot was between the door and the frame. What a dumb decision.

“H-Hey! I would actually like to talk to you!” He stammers, smiling nervously. You can tell he’s doing his best to hide the pain in his foot, and he’s actually doing a good job doing so-

Until you put your foot on top of his.

“Listen, partner.” You grumble, leaning in close to make a point. “All I know about you is that yer the sketchy fella that Sheryl took in. And I’m not about to let a stranger like you into my house for a little chit chat.” You poke his chest with an annoyed huff. “You got that Blondie?”

He looks into your eyes, surprised that you would be so bold. There’s something odd about it… about how cold you are… how you live alone and away from the town… it’s all so strange.

“Is what Lina told me true?” He blurts out the question, his hands quickly coming up to cover his face and hide the embarrassment he’s feeling. You pause and just look at him, unsure of how to answer.

After a long moment, you shrug and turn around, looking over your shoulder at him with a smirk.

“Anythin’s true if you want it to be, partner.”

“Eriks.”

“‘Scuse me?” You stop in your tracks, now turning your body around as you face him. He’s freakishly tall, and you nearly break your neck trying to look up at him, but you manage and continue to stare.

“My name. It’s Eriks.” He smiles and sticks out his hand, waiting for you to shake it.

You look at his hand and then back up at him, raising a brow as you cross your arms stubbornly. Behind him, the sky darkens and the wind begins to pickup, signaling that a sandstorm is brewing.

“Get inside.” With a grunt, you grab your box of rations and push him into your house, ignoring his questions as you lock the door behind you. Quickly, you close all the windows and shudders. The sirens blare outside, and you swear you could have heard someone shout that it was a class four storm, which would mean that you and Eriks would be stuck together longer than intended.

You turn around to take care of your rations, pushing past him and into the kitchen without a word. It gave you something to do, and something to take your mind off of the howling storm outside. However, it was quiet in the house.

Too quiet, given how talkative your guest had been at your door.

“Ey. You still alive out there?” You call, peeking your head out of the doorway to the kitchen to see if he’s out there.

“…yeah…” How odd. He seems much more reclusive than before, and seems to be keeping his distance from you. He’s in the far corner of your living room, his knees to his chest as his eyes glow brightly, watching you closely.

It’s unsettling, to say the least. You’re stuck in your own home with a man you just met, who, funnily enough, is acting quite strange.

“Are ya afraid of sandstorms?” You ask from the kitchen, almost done shelving your items. The sound of silence reaches your ears again, and you can’t help but lean back to check on him.

“No…” He mumbles, his eyes meeting yours once again. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine, the unnatural glow causing goosebumps to spread across your body.

You take a step out of the kitchen and into the living room, freezing when you see him back away further. “Then why the hell are you in that corner?” The question sounds harsh enough, but it’s laced with curiosity as you take another step towards him.

“Stay back!” But you couldn’t. It was like you were being attracted to him, being drawn in by how… mesmerizing his eyes were…

“I said stay back!”

You had stopped moving closer now, but you were still looking at him. There was just something about him that you couldn’t quite grasp. And what was that smell? It was like a mixture between honey and some form of candy, which almost made you wonder if you had left one of your jars out.

You toss your curiosity to the side as the wind slowly dies down outside. “Right. Whatever. Get out of here and go back to Sheryl.” You do your best to sound as uninterested as possible, but it’s just so hard. Why was he luring you in? You hadn’t cared him before, so why do you care now?

Without a single bit of hesitation, Eriks stumbled out of your house, that look still in his eyes. He ran and ran until he was well out of town, making you wonder if he actually did have a death wish.

For a while after that, you didn’t see him around, not even with Lina or Sheryl. It seemed that he had disappeared from your small town entirely, which you didn’t mind, but you still felt… curious.

What was he? And more importantly… what was he hiding?

Oh you just couldn’t get it out of your head. That look in his eyes… the sudden urge to be near him… You didn’t know what had come over you in that moment, but you wanted to. You wanted to understand why he left so quickly, especially when the sirens hadn’t officially stopped yet. He was in such a hurry… but why? Was it you? Had you done something to upset him? You didn’t think so… but maybe he just had a thing for closeness…

Days had passed… turning into weeks where he avoided coming near your house, dropping your rations off at the porch and leaving without a word. It was odd, but then again, his whole existence was odd, so you didn’t really mind.

Until he knocked on your door at three in the morning.

It was dark, and the wind was howling outside again, signaling that another storm was on its way. When you opened the door for him, his striking blue eyes met yours, shining with such intensity that you felt a shiver run up your spine. He towered over you in your doorway, taking small steps towards you as you backed away. What in the hell was he up to?

“I haven’t… been able to stop thinking about you…” His voice is deep and seductive, his breath seemingly heavy as if he ran all this way to be in your presence.

You’re unable to say anything, words failing to leave your mouth as he locks the door behind him and the storm sirens go off in the background. It’s a class six. Dangerous and deadly.

“Please… let me ride out this storm with you…” He bends down and attaches his lips to your neck, not even waiting for your response. Your breath hitches in your chest and you freeze, slowly turning your head to look at the man on your neck.

It’s as if he’s snapped back to reality, fear filling his eyes as he presses himself against the door suddenly, guilt filling his tone. “I’m sorry… I… I need someone… for the night… or for a while…” Eriks whispers in a breathy voice. His hand twitches, wanting nothing more than to grab ahold of your face and take you. To claim your lips as his and ravish your body.

He can already feel himself losing control, but holds himself back, biting the inside of his cheek painfully as he waits for you to answer.

And you just can’t say no…

He’s drawing you in… and like a moth to a flame, you can’t turn away…

“You may stay.” You barely manage to get the words out of your mouth before his lips are on yours, his arms snaking around you and pulling you close. He seems hesitant… like he doesn’t want to hurt you… but he just can’t stop. He’s in too deep now.

Your movements blur together, and before you know it, your back is on the couch, your shirts tossed to the side as you both become a panting mess. His long blonde hair hangs down, tickling you as his face overs above yours. You can feel him shiver at the feeling of your fingers tracing lightly over his scars… closing his eyes to relish in the feeling.

It was amazing, really. Each scar told a different story, stories that you would never understand, but stories nonetheless. Each one held a different memory, one filled with pain and sadness, you were sure.

“S-Stop…” He whispered weakly, turning his head away from you in embarrassment. “I… won’t be able to hold myself back…”

Did it really matter if he was able to? You could tell he needed this, so who were you to deny him of that? He was just such a gentleman… it was simply intoxicating.

“Don’t then.” You grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look into your eyes. He was scared, the fear and nervousness in his eyes an image that you would never forget.

He leaned in to kiss you again, much more passionate and tender than before. His tongue was sweet against yours, something similar to what the gods would have called ambrosia. Oh it was amazing.

His tongue moved against yours, his hips moving in sync with your own as he dry jumped you. A low, primal groan escaped him, and you felt what seemed to be roots slowly curling around your body.

What the hell was this?!

You looked at him and at your body, squirming at how they were moving. It tickled, but in a weird way that sort of turned you on. However, Eriks pretended that it was wasn’t real as he practically tore your pants off of your lower body. He was antsy… it was obvious.

“E-Eriks…” You whispered, your eyes widening in shock when you felt him shove two fingers in you without warning.

“Vash.” His voice was deep, his expression serious. It made you writhe in anticipation.

“E-Excuse me..?” You stammered out, your breath heavy as you tried to focus on his voice rather than his fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers, dragging the tips along the sides of your walls, eliciting a low moan from your throat.

“Say it.” He leaned in and kissed your neck as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees before aligning himself with your dripping cunt.

“Vash-“ Without any sort of forewarning, he thrust in, sheathing himself in you with a moan. He threw his head back, as if to savor the moment, but you could tell he was purposefully holding back.

In the dark, you could see markings on Vash’s skin glow, weird, feather-like things sprouting from his body as he began to thrust into you. It was entrancing, almost hypnotic.

His pace was desperate, his moans high pitched and needy. Your nails scratched into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as he pounded into you relentlessly.

Two of the roots that had been curling around you now cupped your breasts, as if to pleasure you further. It was a strange feeling, but you couldn’t help but moan at the contact. He had you wrapped around his finger, your mind blank and his name falling off your lips like a prayer.

It seemed like hours later that he finally finished rearranging your guts, collapsing onto you with a huff. All of the weird features such as the feathers and the roots disappeared as his breathing calmed, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his breath warm on your skin.

You couldn’t think straight- hell you couldn’t even breathe. There were tears of pleasure in your eyes and your legs had been shaking since you had cum the first time.

“What… are you..?” You managed to ask after finally regaining your breath.

“You’ll find out in time…”

You patted his head gently and decided that he was some sort of angel. One that was never meant to be understood by the minds of humans. One with needs and desires so strong that they’re incomprehensible to the human race. You dubbed him a divine being of the highest authority, beautiful and powerful.

He was an angel. Just not in the way you would have thought.

“Your secret is safe with me, Vash the Stampede.”

The words hung in the air, and you felt him tense at the sound of his name. He hadn’t expected that you would have figured it out… but he didn’t mind. He’d worry about that later. All that matters now is this. This moment right here. Of his skin on yours and your arms wrapped around each other.

You swear you heard him crying softly, his shoulders moving occasionally as you rested.

All that mattered to him was now. It was all he needed, all he had ever dreamed of. Physical contact.

“Thank you…” His voice came out in a soft whisper as he lifted his head to give you a smile.

He sounded so fragile… so broken…

You couldn’t let anything happen to him, regardless of who or what he was. He’s yours and you’re his until he moves on to the next town.

Until then… you’ll just keep being drawn in by him, doomed to repeat your mistakes.

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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heyyyy i’m not sure if ur doing requests right now, if not - completely disregard this besides the fact that i wanna say i love ur work 💖💖

ok but steve x reader kinda based on call it what u want by taylor??? like steve’s just graduated and readers a transfer maybe? or a senior who’s just recently started dating him and everyone’s like … king steve king steve … and readers like no i know him and maybe reader would rather be w steve then go to a party and someone’s like what does steve own u?? (hence the line “not because he owns me, but cause he rlly knows me”) obvi change however you see fit - just an idea 🥰🥰

thank you so much for requesting!! i love this concept sm i hope this does it justice.

this is not proofread so please be gentle on me lol, also im not 100% how i feel about this but i'm putting it out anyways.

my baby fits like a daydream

steve harrington. king steve to be exact.

it was never really said why "king steve" became king steve. but its more than likely that it was a mix of his general attractiveness and charm. that and being generally kind, always the one to stop his friends from going too far, but never the one to stop them completely. and that haunts him. not to mention that he got allll the ladies. but they never lasted, because steve craved something real, something valuable. he needed to be loved. but he was nothing more than a hookup for most of the women he saw at the time. a truly hopeless romantic.

but then there was steve.

an embodiment of sunshine. kind, above all. selfless, extremely selfless. accepting, caring, and nurturing. making sure that the kids never experience the loneliness that he had endured for his entire adolescence. always ready to be a martyr. always dancing on that line between life and death whenever applicable. never genuinely believing that he was meant to be loved, more so just meant to be admired and used.

until he met you. it wasn't that you "gave him something to live for", but more that you made him realize how much he has to live for. it's like his life was in black and white, and when he met you it erupted into beautiful colors.

and while most people admired how secure and loving your relationship with each other was, some were jealous, prying.

for the most part, it flies past you both, too immersed in each other to care.

but one friday afternoon, as you were heading outside to where steve was waiting for you outside of his car; to drive you both to the diner where you're meeting robin and dustin; your one-time lab partner from biology class blocked your path.

you bit back a scowl, having already endured his strangely aggressive flirting enough for today.

"so you're coming to the party tonight right?" it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion.

"no", your composure faltered, "I already told you that I'm staying with my boyfriend tonight."

you pushed past him, having nothing more to discuss with him. the warm air hitting your cheeks, and the thought of the evening you're going to spend at the diner diluting your annoyance.

that is until you hear him behind you again.

"what? does 'king steve' own you now?"

steve can see you from the car, and jumps into action the second he sees the absolutely appalled look on your face before you swiftly turn around.

he doesn't make it in time though. you had already reached him and delivered a swift slap across his face. not only had he insulted your boyfriend, but he had also insinuated that you were an object to be owned by a man. this and the blatant disregard for your rejections of him sent you over the edge.

you muttered some profane insult toward him before steve's voice reached you.

the signature "woah, woah, hey, hey" -that steve uses every time there's an inconvenience.

the biology perpetrator had already speed-walked away as casually as he could. steves arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back to the car and strapped you in, an astonished expression on his face. you had never done anything like this before, in fact, you're usually shy.

“what was that about baby?” he asked softly, closing the drivers side door behind him and grabbing one of your hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“he’s so annoying! he keeps saying weird shit to me and he wont leave me alone. and he knows im dating you because i told him. and then he said some shit about his stupid party that i already told him i didnt want to go to. so i told him again that im going to be with my boyfriend. and then,” you inhale, trying to catch your breath, “he ran up behind me and asked me if “king steve” owned me.” you finished. putting his former title in quotation marks.

by the time you looked back up, his face was red. it was a look you knew all too well, that meant he was about to do something dumb. right now you assumed it involved tracking down your former lab partner.

youd be right.

his hand shoots to the door handle, but is quickly moved back by your own.

“no steve, i already dealt with him. i can handle myself. i just want to be with you right now, okay?” your voice is gentle, knowing he’s on edge.

“i know you can handle yourself, you shouldn’t have to.” he says through gritted teeth. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself together, but his knuckles are turning white, he’s shaking, and looking away from you. which he never does, unless he’s about to cry.

the parking lot is empty by now. you grab steve’s hand and pull yourself closer to him.

“whats wrong stevie? talk to me, love.” you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

“i don’t like that he was talking to you like that,” his voice trembles, “and i don’t like that it was because of me. you shouldn’t have to deal with that stuff.”

logically, it made no sense. but he was blaming himself anyways. thinking maybe his high school reputation made people believe that your relationship could be tainted easily. that he could never actually make someone happy.

"steve," you climb over to sit in his lap, "that's not true, you know that. it's not your fault at all, it's nobody's fault except for that weird guy." steve's face returned to its original sunshine state. "and we both know you don't own me. if you owned me I wouldn't be allowed to drive a car." you giggled, referring to the time you casually told him that you ran over a curb on the way home. he laughed with you, resting his head on yours and holding you.

"i know, it just makes me mad that people say that shit to you."

you look up at him. "well, i guess you're just going to have to take me to your house to keep me safe, harrington."

"i think you might be right, lovey."

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