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takenbypeter · 11 months
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A New Form Of Intimacy
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Adam Warlock x reader
Words: 1946
Number 19: "you want to kiss me so bad."
Summary: First kiss with our favorite golden boy + bonus ending with Drax and Kraglin
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Adam knew better than to trust Drax with relationship business, especially after what happened the last time.
But Drax was the only one he knew that had had a long-lasting, loving relationship and if Adam was with you, that’s what he wanted too.
“You two have never kissed?” Drax asked, clearly surprised by the fact. The whole situation came to when Adam asked Drax about his favorite moments with his late wife Ovette. One of the stories Drax told was a tale about their first kiss.
“Wait, so this whole time you two have been together then, what have you been doing?”
Adam’s golden eyes looked around for a moment before his hands interlocked in his lap, “not that it’s really any of your business…but we cuddle.”
Drax’s lips quivered and Adam watched as he barely tried to contain his laughter as he bellowed out, “ahahahaha!” He shouted, causing Adam to glance at Kraglin confused before going back to Drax.
Adam would continue to explain how he would place his head on your chest every time and he’d hear your precious heartbeats, and although Adam believed this would prove how affectionate you two are, it really only proved Drax’s point further.
“The cuddling is actually quite tender,” Adam would finish as Drax’s fit would seem to be nearing its end. At least that’s what it seemed, but of course he immediately continued again.
Adam scrunched his brows as he turned his attention to Kraglin who was staring at Drax with an irritated expression before he shook his head and directed his attention to Adam.
“While cuddling is…sweet, Drax is right. Kissing is much more intimate and enjoyable for couples as the relationship continues on.”
Adam turned to Kraglin, now curious about the man, “so you’ve experienced it too?”
Kraglin looked a little taken back by the question as Drax now looked at him curiously waiting for an answer as well.
“Not recently…but you’d be surprised by my past. I was quite the ladies man”
Adam looked at Drax who just closed his eyes and shook his head. But Adam’s arms waved as he tried to regain focus to the main discussion, “okay so a kiss, what is it exactly?” Although he was made to be perfect he wasn’t really made for relationships, his sole purpose was to be a warlock, but that of course changed after all that had happened.
Drax answered his question this time, “it’s when your lips meet their lips.” Kraglin nodded before adding, “you gotta make sure the mood is right first.”
Drax scrunched his face in disgust, “mood? Forget mood, I say just go for it.”
Great now a new problem was added upon everything, should he create a mood or just go for it. While Adam sat there, pondering on all the information provided Kraglin added on one more rule, “oh but the most important thing is the other person has to want it too.”
Drax nodded at that, and Adam was content for a moment that they at least agreed on that, but still, what was he to do?
On the other side of Knowhere, you were pretty lax at the moment, having finished helping out for the day. It wasn’t everyday that you found nothing to do on the planet and no doubt something would come up soon enough. But for now you were going to curl up and relax at least that’s what you thought before a knock on your door interrupted.
Curious you peeked at the window to see who it could be and recognizing it to be your loving partner you head straight for the door. It was strange though you thought he was busy today, but you weren’t really complaining.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door allowing him to enter. Your tone was joyful but that meant nothing at the moment as Adam was fixed on his own thoughts.
“I’m sorry, are you busy right now? I can come later,” the sentence made your eyebrows come together as you recalled he would be the busy one, “no, I just thought you had plans all day.”
“Oh, right, of course! We took a little break, but we’re practically done anyway.”
“Awesome,” you replied. It was then that you’d noticed that he’d been standing in the center of your quarters. Typically when he arrived he would go straight for your bed, either sitting to reveal to you the details of his day, if not your bed he’d sit on your countertop. But instead he was just standing there.
While you had been expressing clear confusion, Adam on the other hand had suddenly begun to realize he was feeling that feeling again.
It was the feeling he felt when he was first around you, as well as the same feeling he felt when he first confessed to you.
He was anxious and his body was tense as he suddenly realized going with Drax’s, just do it plan, might not have been the best idea. There was always time to change his mind, but yet here he was already standing in your quarters.
“Why are you just standing there? Take a seat,” you chuckled pointing towards your bed. Adam shook his head with a hard shake.
You stared at the man for a moment before letting out an understandably perplexed “…okay.”
But with that you walked back over to him and stood across from him examining his face, “are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting strange.”
Adam stood there not even knowing how to even bring the topic up, he wondered if maybe he should set the mood like Kraglin suggested but then he shook his head getting rid of the idea again. He hated this feeling of being choked up, of course it only happens around you though.
You were beginning to get nervous now, whatever it was, clearly it was big if it had made him practically stuck in place. Whatever it was it seemed hard for him to express and you wanted to show him that you would be there for him no matter what. Because of that thought you raised a hand to cup his face, “hey whatever it is just tell me. It’ll be fine, you’ve got this.”
Adam leaned into your touch before releasing a breath that he had been holding. He decided he was just going to tell you everything.
“I talked to Drax and Kraglin and they believe kissing is essential in relationships and that we should be kissing.”
“Oh,” is what you let out, not expecting that at all.
Adam continued though, “they explained to me how intimate it is and now I feel like we should be kissing just as others do.”
“Oh,” you repeated, now curious about that idea.
“Is it true that Terran couples kiss?”
“It is.”
Adam’s golden eyes shifted to the floor while a crease formed between his eyebrows while he stood there.
He looked so troubled with the thought, this is why you haven’t brought it up. Frankly there have been moments where you wanted to grab his face and push your lips to his but you knew he came out of development earlier than he was supposed to, what if he wasn’t ready for this? You reached down, taking both his hands while gaining his focus with his expression shifting into a more relaxed one.
“But Adam we don’t have to listen to Drax or Kraglin, we don’t have to do it right now, every couple is different. We can take all the time you need.”
“Right of course.”
You two stayed there in the center of your room hand in hand gazing at each other. But Adam’s relaxed expression shifted once again, returning to an unsettled expression with his lips pressed together. His eyes dropped down to your hands as he squeezed them, his hands warm as he did so, and you noticed as his cheeks darkened.
You seemed to understand that notion.
“You want to kiss me so bad, don’t you?”
“So bad!” He breathed out, content that you knew him so well.
You let out a laugh, nodding your head, “okay then, if you’re ready so am I…you go.” You direct, feeling it only made sense since he was the one to bring it up. But Adam pointed to himself, his eyes widening, “me?”
“Yes you, who else?”
“Right of course,” he said shaking his head, his golden locks coming a little out of place.
You stood still waiting for the moment and Adam’s eyes gazed down to your lips, as if calculating how he was going to do this. After a moment of hesitation he leaned and as gentle as possible he connected to your lips.
You both stood there with no movement, just two lips pushed together. It was too short for you to react, because Adam quickly separated with an unsure expression on his face, “…Kraglin was right that is very intimate.”
“Yeah it is,” you added, plastering a smile that the golden boy quickly caught on to.
“What’s wrong?…Was it not good?”
His expressions ran hurt, as his eyes widened into that puppy dog look that he seemed to emulate so well.
“No. It was fine, it's just…here let me try something.”
Adam eyed you peculiarly as your hands reached up against his cheeks. Softly you brought his face down to yours and once again met his lips. As you did so your eyelids naturally closed and Adam followed. Your mouth interlocked with his perfectly and he followed your lead, moving his lips just as you were.
For a moment your hands briefly left his face as they went to land on his shoulders and began slowly trailing down them. You trailed his arms all the way to his hands that you considered quite delicate despite all the fighting that he’s done.
You guided his hands, placing them on your waist and then leaving them there to return back to his face. His hands held your waist so gently, as if you were fragile.
Together you stayed like that, matching each other's touch, not wanting the moment to end.
But of course it had to.
You gently pushed his chest separating from him and he looked at you curiously, “did I mess up again?”
You shook your head assuring he was fine, “no, you were perfect I just need some air,” you said, collecting your breaths.
It was at that moment that you realized that Adam could definitely hold his breath far longer than you could.
Adam watched until you collected yourself, before he leaned close again, only mere centimeters from your lips as if waiting for permission and all you could say while a smile appeared on your face again was, “what have I done?”
His golden lips captured yours for a moment before you split again, unable to stop that foolish grin that wouldn’t leave your face, “I’ve created a monster,” you added as he once again took your lips with his.
Bonus:
Adam is seen by Drax and Kraglin walking with his mind clearly in a daze as he passes with his steps light, practically bouncing with each step.
Kraglin turned to Drax, “we did that.”
Drax looked at Kraglin then turned around looking the complete opposite direction first before turning back, “did what?”
Kraglin motioned to where Adam was, “that! They’ve clearly kissed.”
Drax peered at Adam whose figure was in the distance now before turning back to Kraglin, “no, I don’t think so.”
“What? Are you kidding?! Did you see how happy he was?”
Drax shrugged, “I don’t think so.” He repeated leaving Kraglin flabbergasted.
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Dialogue Prompts 2
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Draw your otp <3
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soulprompts · 10 months
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𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋.
basically i got thinking abt like. you know when you watch a movie, or read a book, and characters go into a room or they do a particular thing together, and you just KNOW it’s building up to something, and it could be literally anything, from a kiss to a murder, but SOMETHING will DEFINITELY happen??? yeah. this is a love-letter to those glorious scenes! i hope you all enjoy!
[  ROAD  TRIP  ]:     the sender and receiver embark on a road trip together; the purpose could be anything at all, but what’s important is that the journey lasts at least several hours. additionally, the sender and receiver are the only people in the car!
[  BARED  SOULS  ]:     the sender and receiver spontaneously go skinny dipping together in the middle of the night while visiting an isolated lake. go wild! maybe the sender finds the receiver already skinny dipping, maybe it’s the other way round, who knows! you do! maybe.
[  NIGHT-TIME  STROLLS  ]:    the sender decides to walk the receiver home from an event late one night. and it’s very late; so late that they might as well be the only people left in the world. it’s just them and the quiet night sky, and conversations of all kinds are easy to come by.
[  TOP OF THE WORLD  ]:     one of the muses finds the other on the roof-top in the middle of the night. neither of them want to sleep, and so they sit together for the remainder of the night until the sun comes up, content to sit and talk and exist with each other.
[  STEPPING  BACK  ]:      while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs.
[  NO  VACANCIES  ]:     both characters are in a position where they must share a hotel room together; not so bad, until they realize the only room left has one bed and no sofa in it. paired with a carpet that not even a worst enemy would be subjected to, the two must share the bed.
[  WRONG  ROOM  ]:     after a long day, and a hotel with many vacancies, the two muses part ways to go to bed. only, one of them ends up waking in the middle of the night, and shows up at the other’s doorstep, knocking and asking to come in, for reasons unknown to the other muse.
[  NIGHT-INGALE  ]:     after being badly beaten, one muse shows up on the other muse’s doorstep, pleading for help. the other obliges, brings them in and gently cleans their wounds, bandaging them up, helping them as much as they can while quiet confessions and gentle pleas happen. basically, angst and emotion and hurt and comfort, and it’s DELICIOUS--
[  VISITING  HOURS  ]:     upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside.
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siren-of-agony · 4 months
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Answers to "please stop"
No.
I can't.
I won't.
I don't want to.
I don't know how.
I will soon.
But then how will you learn?
We're almost done.
It's almost over.
Ask me again!
Oh well, if you're asking that politely…
Fine. For now.
Only once I've come up with something more fun.
Only once you've come up with something more fun.
Or what?
I know you can go a little bit longer.
You know I won't.
I love it when you beg.
I hate it when you beg.
I'm so bored by your begging.
Not until you're too weak to ask me to.
But I don't have anything better to do.
I wish I could.
Alright! See? All you had to do was ask nicely.
I'm not doing anything.
What, exactly?
Just once more, I promise!
Just once more, I promise! (🤞)
You're doing this to yourself.
You wanted this.
You want this.
You know you made me do this.
Are you ready to give me what I want, then?
I will once you give in.
What will you give me in return?
Why should I?
You know there is only one way to end this.
You know there is only one way this will end.
(Answers to "it hurts")
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Second Day of Gift-Giving
Two People Dialogue
Fluffy
“You’re important to me. And I want you to know that.” "I do know that, but thank you for telling me."
„Oh, you’re cold! Do you want my hoodie?”
“Nothing is as cute as you scrunching your nose.”
“Sorry for staring. I just can’t stop looking at you.”
“I feel like today will be a good day for us.”
Flirty
“I feel like you wouldn’t be opposed to me kissing you. Am I correct?”
„Oh oh, is that a threat or a promise?”
“You’re making me crazy and I’m not mad about it.”
“I don’t flirt a lot, so if you could give me some feedback, I would appreciate that.”
“You’re always so flirty.” “Just with you.”
Funny
„You really look delicious. I think you still have some food in your hair.”
„Still unsure if I should kiss you or kill you.”
“I think we’ve known each other for some time now, so… here is my wifi password.”
“Wanna hear a joke?” “Absolutely not.”
“I’m feeling actually really good today.” “But for how long?”
24 Days of Gift-Giving
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icezeebee · 5 months
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This all comes from @dilatorywriting ‘s work please go check them out they’re awesome! I wanted to make something for their 4k special so I made a request and made up my mind to draw most of it.
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coeluvr · 7 months
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Hellooo! I'm not sure if the prompts are still open, but if so, maybe #61 for Vincent? 🙈
“Say it.”
As Vincent falls onto the bed, his eyes widen in surprise, his body tensing for a moment before relinquishing control to you.
“Say it,” you breathe, your voice husky with desire, your eyes simmering with intent. This time, you’ve decided to take charge, assert your desires, and make him beg for your touch. It’s a departure from your usually shy and submissive nature, but the power that surges through your veins at this moment is intoxicating.
You straddle him, your thighs spreading on either side of his hips, and hold his gaze with unwavering confidence. Leaning closer, your lips hovering just above his, you tease him, testing his limits. “Beg for it, Vincent. Tell me how much you want me.”
His breathing quickens, his lips parting to speak, but you can see the struggle within him. Pride and vulnerability wage war on his face, tugging at his desire and restraint. His eyes, filled with yearning, search yours for a moment before he finally succumbs to the delicious temptation.
“Please,” he rasps, his voice thick with need. “I want to feel your touch, to taste your lips. I crave you like nothing else.”
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p1nkc4lyps0 · 2 months
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Damn these twinks built completely identical huh, wonder what that’s about
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Prompt #33
Rich Villain: I'll give up crime and even give you half of everything
Hero: Everything, everything?
Villain: Everything, everything. Just sign this to make it official
Hero: *looks over the form* Everything seems in order — wait... this is a marriage contract...
Inspired by Lego Movie 2
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robinwhore · 1 year
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joel miller prompts with kinda like modern!reader
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Joel : You're stubborn as hell, way too young, and definitely not my type, kid.
You : Say that to your pants old man.
Joel : sigh
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You : What if I died, like, right now
Joel : Why would you say that
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Joel : What the hell were you thinkin'?
You : I'm sorry! Just,,, don't wear those jeans next time, they make your ass look fucking great.
Joel : Jesus christ.
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Joel : Where are you goin'
You : Away from you.
sorry i love me some angst
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You : Are you trying to seduce me?
Joel : I'm just playing the guitar..
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Joel : You're so goddamn stupid sometimes
You : Guess I did learn something from you, after all.
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ahopelessromantika · 4 months
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"I love you."
"Well, I'm in love with you."
-by ahopelessromantika-
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takenbypeter · 4 months
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Pancakes and Whipped Cream
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Hank McCoy x reader
Words: 445
Number 23: “Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)
Requested by anonymous in my asks, sorry for taking so long to answer
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Hank was a man of many qualities. He was smart, he was funny, he was attractive, he was a wonderful boyfriend. Simply when you thought he could not get any better, he did.
As usual he’s spent the past night in his lab. You didn’t mind, you knew he was a busy man with something always running through that intelligent brain of his.
So like most nights you paid him a final visit for the day and with a small kiss you bid him goodnight, reminding him not to stay up too late, which of course he never listened to.
And just like that you fell asleep alone. Most of the time when you woke up the next morning Hank was there beside you, but this morning you woke up just as you had fallen asleep, alone.
But unlike most mornings, you smelled something. Something yummy. With a quick morning stretch you set off towards the kitchen where of course the smell originated from.
In that kitchen was the culprit, Hank who was standing towards the stove with a frying pan in hand and a plate full of fluffy pancakes beside him.
“Wait…are you making pancakes? What world am I living in?”
“Ha-ha,” he gave a dry laugh to your tease.
You grin, pulling up a stool, “can I help?”
“Absolutely not. This is for you!”
“So what? I can’t help?”
“No.”
You slouched in your seat now bored with having nothing to do.
“I’m practically done anyway,” he said as he placed what seems to be the last pancake on the stack. You quickly grab some plates and syrup and put them on the small table close by.
Hank sets some pancakes on your plate and then his before putting the rest back on the counter.
You pour some syrup to cover the fluffy breakfast and right when you’re about to dig in, Hank stops you.
He gets up and quickly grabs a can of whipped cream from the fridge before spraying it on your pancakes.
“I know this doesn’t make up for the nights that you spend alone…” he sprayed his own pancakes with the whipped cream before setting it down.
So that’s what this was about.
Even though you would tell him you didn’t mind his work time and time again, he still seemed to have a guilty feeling about it.
All you could do was shake your head at his words, “that’s okay this can be a start,” you tease waving a forkful of pancakes and whipped cream before tossing it into your mouth, happy enough.
Hank didn’t know how but he was going to make it up to you, someway.
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Dialogue Prompt #2
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Has this one been submitted before? Probably
Draw your squad like this
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greenbergwrites · 1 month
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Steve - I'm not jealous (he totally is) and please
Once upon a time (in 2017), I reblogged that dialogue prompt post for the first time and someone asked for this prompt + Steve meeting Bucky's ex. I started it and never finished it.
MOST of this is from that original post and I just tacked on the ending, finally. Enjoy~
Also, I sort of changed the prompted dialogue a bit? It's along the same vein, just not 100% the same.
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Her name was Ilaria and she was beautiful.
Steve first saw her in glimpses through a crowded street. Bucky hadn’t shown him a picture–hadn’t even described her, beyond mentioning that she was Italian and they’d met because their fathers were business partners once upon a time–but he just knew.
The woman standing outside the restaurant couldn’t be anyone other than Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. She was a tall, full figured woman in sleek heels and a slinking, off-the shoulder dress that hugged her ample curves in all the right places. Unblemished, tawny skin and dark hair coiffed to perfection, she wore gloves as dark as her dress on slender hands and diamond jewelry that would’ve looked gaudy on anyone else but on her, it was elegance itself.
She looked like a model on her way to a gala rather than a woman waiting to have dinner with her ex and his new beau.
The look of cool sophistication so artfully arranging her face melted away the moment she spotted them. Her smoky eyes lit up, a genuine smile stretching blood red lips.
“Oh, cuore mio, there you are,” she said, holding out her hands.
Bucky smiled back at her, taking her hands his own and holding them to his chest. The look he gave her was full of warmth and fondness.
“I haven’t been your cuore in a long time, I’m afraid,” he said, bringing her hands up to kiss her gloved knuckles. “I belong to someone else now.”
Steve had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of unease. He wasn’t prepared to have this woman’s gaze on him, but suddenly, he was the center of her attention.
“Ilaria,” Bucky said, “this is my sweetheart, Steve. Steve, this is Ilaria.”
“Um.” He pasted on a smile that he didn’t truly feel. “Hi? It’s nice to meet you.”
Ilaria turned down his offer of a handshake, pushing it away with a scoff and instead hugging him. It should’ve felt stilted and awkward, but it wasn’t.
“Steve,” she said, a light accent lilting her words. “I have heard so much about you, it is so good to finally meet you!”
She pulled away, but didn’t let go, holding him by the shoulders as he appraised him.
“You are gorgeous,” she said, cupping his cheeks. “My, such an angioletto!”
Steve blushed, ducking his head. He felt anything but when standing next to someone like her.
“Look at this blush.” She touched his cheek, smiling. “I could just eat you. Are you sure you want to be with a grump like James, angioletto? I would bring you home immediately.”
He’s not a grump, Steve wanted to say, but before he could, a big, warm hand pressed into his lower back.
“I’m afraid not,” Bucky interjected, tucking Steve close to him. “This one’s mine.”
Steve melted into the embrace, his entire body warming at the words. He couldn’t stop himself from turning a shy, pleased smile up at Bucky.
She watched it all, a sweet, satisfied smile playing on her lips.
“Yes,” she said. “I can see that.”
In Steve’s eyes, she was perfect. 
It didn’t escape his notice that she was also different from him in every way imaginable.
Dinner was enjoyable. The food was good and there was never a lull in conversation; Ilaria made sure of that. She talked to Steve more than she talked to Bucky, making sure that he never felt left out or excluded. For every story told about her time with Bucky, she asked Steve for one of his own.
It was a careful balance and one maintained solely out of respect for him. He appreciated that, even if this attentiveness made her even more perfect to him. There wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like about her and that made his stomach clench.
He felt clumsy, uninteresting, unworthy in comparison.
How could he ever hope to compete for Bucky’s attention, his affection, against her if she decided to take it back?
But she didn’t. She laughed and talked and although she touched Bucky more than once, her touches never lingered. In fact, she pulled her hand away a little quicker each time, as if realizing what she’d done. Her gaze always went to Steve to make sure he wasn’t upset.
At the end of the night, she hugged Steve again and kissed his cheek, laughing at Bucky’s huff.
“Stop it,” she admonished. “There’s nothing I could do to persuade him into my bed and we both know it.”
But then she did the most surprising thing of all. She turned to Steve, her expression serious.
“I would like to say goodbye to him as I did with you,” she said, gesturing to the spot where she kissed Steve. “May I?”
Steve meant to say yes. But he saw it in his mind’s eye, their embrace. Bucky’s hands on her full hips and her soft lips against his cheek, leaving the memory of them behind in a red imprint. The private smile they’d share, the way they’d look at each other as they remembered their shared history.
It was all a figment of his imagination, but it was a figment that left him feeling sick.
“No,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, the surprise showing on his face, but not Ilaria. 
Ilaria just smiled knowingly.
“Smart boy,” she said, tapping his nose. “Protect what’s yours.”
The car ride home was quiet. Bucky waited until they were alone and in their bedroom to gather Steve close.
“I’m going to ask you something,” he said, trailing fingers along Steve’s spine. “And I want you to be honest with me.”
Steve nodded.
“Were you jealous of Ilaria?”
Steve bit his lip. 
“No,” he said haltingly. “Not–not jealous.”
He didn’t think that was the right word, at least, even if the right word evaded him.
“Then what?”
His gaze dropped to where his hands rested on Bucky’s chest.
“Was it–was it better with her? Were you…happier?”
“No.”
The answer was immediate, but it wasn’t dismissive. That one word held a weight that said not only was Bucky taking the question seriously, he was answering with the same gravity that Steve had asked the question.
“No, sweetheart,” Bucky repeated. He cupped the back of Steve’s head, bringing him forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. “Never.”
He kissed Steve again, before pulling back to look him in the face.
“You have to understand, Ilaria and I were kids when we met,” he said. “And we were barely out of our teens when we dated. But by then, we had both figured out that we liked certain things in the bedroom, and our tastes were too similar to be compatible with each other. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd love to take you home."
He smiled, playfully nipping at Steve's jaw.
"You," he said, "are catnip for the right kind of person."
Steve blushed for the millionth time that night, but this time didn't feel like a failing. He petted the lapel of Bucky's jacket.
"What happened? Between you two?"
Bucky shrugged.
"We tried it for a few months and then decided we were going to ruin a perfectly good friendship if we kept going. Neither of us wanted that, so we broke up. She was never going to be my forever. And she wasn’t ‘the one that got away,’ if that’s what you’re thinking, either.”
Steve hesitated, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Is there a one that got away?”
Bucky gave him a look.
“Not unless you plan on running away from me any time soon."
He leaned down, kissing Steve so tenderly that it was suddenly hard to breathe.
“You are my forever,” he murmured. “You're the only one I've ever thought about that way. The only one I've ever loved like this."
Their lips brushed in another aching kiss.
"God, I love you, sweetheart. I love you in ways I didn’t think were possible. I need you in ways I didn’t know I could. No one compares to you, not even a little. I don’t want you ever worrying about that.”
“I–I don’t,” Steve whispered breathlessly. He really didn’t, not usually. It was just– “She’s just so perfect.”
Bucky laughed lowly.
“I have the stories and the pictures to prove otherwise,” he said, nipping at Steve’s lips. “But first…I think my baby needs to be reminded how much he means to me. What do you think?”
Steve shuddered, his head falling back as Bucky sucked at his throat.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Please.”
“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.”
Bucky bent, hoisting Steve into his arms. 
“C’mon, gorgeous, let’s go to bed.”
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pettyprompts · 8 months
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“You’re stuck here, right?”
“…yeah?”
“Great! We have enough people for Scrabble now!”
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worldsinc · 10 months
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interview with the vampire by anne rice parts i & ii
this really happened, didn't it?
people who cease to believe in god or goodness all together still believe in the devil.
i thought you wanted to die, (name).
have you ever lost a great amount of blood? do you know the feeling?
don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!
do it. you can't turn back now.
i'll kill them all.
the fact is i want you gone from here.
you'll never forgive me, will you? not now, not even after i'm dead.
did i give you the impression that i could not feel?
do you think that angels are detached?
why have you come to me tonight?
i believe you come from the devil!
be prepared to kill!
i thought only of you, when i had no need to think of you at all.
you think i come from the devil?
i am to live to the end of the world, and i do not even know what i am!
good night, sweet prince.
you're being morbid!
it's only for a moment and there'll be no more pain.
i will not die, i cannot die.
are you afraid of me, (name)?
tell me what a monster i am.
what do you think a vampire is?
you are in love with your mortal nature.
does it bring you happiness?
you're dead, love.
all this time, i suppose i kept from straightening you out because you were best weaker.
it's as if you want us both to be destroyed.
i can't stand to watch what you're doing.
you won't let me die, will you?
i can't remember my sins.
let me show you what you are.
evil is a point of view.
i don't want it if it hurts you.
i should have known that it was inevitable.
did you bury them?
i bought this from one of the vendors.
you made us what we are, didn't you?
you could be dead by now if you were mortal!
be glad i made you what you are.
kill with me tonight.
i cannot bear to lose you.
you're the only companion i have in immortality.
aren't you the same as i?
i was your victim!
he will not let us go.
why do you never talk about him?
i want to make peace with you. i want things to be as they were.
i take care of you. you don't need anything.
come down into the darkness. let it all go away.
we deserve to die.
i did it for us. so we could be free.
do you want to come into the confessional?
do you fear god at all?
let the flesh instruct the mind.
someone followed me.
why do you look that way at me?
you don't understand the danger of fear itself.
what can the damned really say to the damned?
the night's no time for travelling.
i think i'm going mad!
do you think he knows we're coming?
let me lead you. there's no turning back now.
take me into your arms.
don't you sense the danger? can't you breathe it like the air?
do you hear it?
the final decision will always rest with you.
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