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bridgyrose · 10 months

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Good evening Bridgy. I humbly submit a request for the next chapter of Transfer Student Weiss Redux. That is all. Please.

Weiss felt class drag on as she listened to Professor Port tell yet another story from his youth that seemed to have almost nothing to do with what she was supposed to be learning. Sure, it was only the third day of class for her at Beacon, and Professor Port had to know something about what he was doing if he was teaching classes like this. Though, looking at her teammates, she felt she was faring better. Yang was practically asleep, Ruby was busy drawing in her notebook, and then Blake just seemed, well, bored and out of it seemed to be the only way she could describe her.

The alarm on Weiss’s scroll rang just as the bell did to end class, and she couldnt be happier for class to end. She quickly packed her things into her backpack and started to head to the door, only to stop as she heard Ruby ask her a question.

“Are you going to join us for our study session today?”

Yang yawned and smiled a bit at Weiss. “Yeah Weiss, you going to join us this time? We play a few board games to help study and pass the time so we’re not too bored.”

“I think I'm going to pass,” Weiss answered plainly as she adjusted the strap to her backpack. “Besides, playing games isnt really studying. Its just wasting time that could be used to perfect your skills.”

“And what skills are you perfecting on your own?” Blake asked as she stood up. “Ever since you transferred here, you’ve been avoiding us. Going off on your own to train, keeping away from us when we study… part of what we need to be doing is acting like a team.”

“And we are a team,” Weiss answered. *Just not my team.* The simple thought pierced through her mind and heart as the world around her almost seemed to shift to the camp she and her team had set while on a training mission. She could almost feel the cool air and the warmth of the fire… and then the cold, steel blades that cut across her eye, the yells of her teammates as they were dragged off and one was killed in front of her. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag and she nearly jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder, quickly reaching to her side for the rapier that wasnt on her hip.

Ruby pulled back a step and looked at Weiss. “Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine,” Weiss lied between a few breaths as she tried to calm her nerves. Her hand quickly reached into her pocket to grab the small bottle of anxiety pills she carried on her, checking her scroll before taking another pill to make sure she was keeping up on the dosage. “I just need to… need to…” her eyes wandered as she looked around the room for another excuse to avoid her team, not willing to let herself get close enough to this one to let them get killed because of her too. “I’m late for an appointment with the nurse. So if you’ll excuse me-”

“Oh come on! It’ll be fine!”

Weiss felt herself get pulled out of the classroom and down the hall by Ruby. Her legs couldnt seem to stop, and as she watched her team leader and listened to her talk, it became clear where she failed as a leader herself. Unlike Ruby, she tried to keep herself at perfection at all times, doing her best to keep her form perfect and to be a perfect leader, but Ruby… Ruby didnt seem to care at all if anything she did was perfect, she only cared about making sure her team was working together. As if she could see the parts that each person could play within her plans like cogs in a machine. Finally, a sigh left Weiss’s lips and she managed to pull her wrist free from Ruby’s grasp. “Dont you think this is a bit… childish?”

“Childish?” Ruby asked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we’re supposed to act like adults. But the way you, Yang, and Blake carry on with studying with games feels like all you know how to do is act like children.”

“Its just easier for me to study if I have something else to do with it. Penny was the one who…”

Weiss watched as Ruby pause in her sentence and took a breath to calm herself, catching a glimpse of heartache and pain before seeing the cheery smile come back to her face.

“I’ll set up the board game at the library and if you want to join us, you can. Will that be okay Weiss?”

Weiss nodded. “Yeah, that’ll be fine.” She pulled out her scroll as Ruby practically raced off with her semblance, looking through the notes she had on her teammates once more, trying to figure out who Penny was. She practically jumped once more as she heard Blake and Yang call out to her, slowly turning to face them.

“Where did Ruby go?” Yang asked. “You didnt yell at her again, did you?”

“She’s at the library,” Weiss answered, a small pause between her words. “Who’s Penny?”

Yang sighed and started to walk past Weiss. “Blake, can you get Weiss back to the dorm? I’m going to check on Ruby!”

Weiss pulled away from Yang to get out of her way and hesitated for a moment as she watched the blonde run off. “Was it something I said?”

“No… well… yes…” Blake sighed and motioned for Weiss to follow. “Penny is still a sore spot for Ruby and Yang. She was a friend of theirs and came to Beacon with them, even getting onto our team for a day. Then, she got sick and was just… gone. We spent our first semester trying to figure out what happened to her but it was as if she never existed. Her home was gone, destroyed in a fire, all records of her at Beacon were lost, and Ruby was devastated.”

Weiss nodded and walked behind Blake, putting her scroll back into her pocket. “What… what if I can try to help find her?”

“And how do you think you can do that?”

“There are Schnee Dust Company outlets in every kingdom, some of them connected with the hospitals in partnership with us. I can see if I can pull a few strings to find her.”

“And why would you do that?”

Weiss paused in her step for a moment, not sure how to answer that question. Why would she do something like that for Ruby? She barely knew the girl, didnt entirely trust her team yet with as little as she knew about them, and yet, it almost came easily to her to suggest that she could help. “Because I… I know what its like to lose someone. And maybe… maybe getting a little information for her will help.”

Blake turned to look at Weiss, almost apologetic. “And if it doesnt help her?”

“Only one way to find out, right?” Weiss put up a fake smile to Blake. “Besides, I… probably should try to spend a bit more time around you all than I have. Especially if we’re going to be teammates.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #drabbles #transfer student weiss redux #transfer student weiss redux au

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musicalbl00m · 2 months

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Hello!! Please may I request a male, romantic matchup from the marauders era and the amazing spiderman? Thank you sm :) + feel free to delete this if you don't accept matchups or they're not open anymore!

I use he/him pronouns and I don't necessarily have a label for my sexuality?? But I prefer men to women by alot so I'd prefer a male matchup.

I have short-ish fluffy brown hair in a shaggy mullet, with gray eyes and light freckles over my nose. I'm about 5'6" I think as well??? And in terms of personality I'm super shy and awkward in general. I barely talk to people but when it's just me and my friends or people I trust super well I actually never shut up 😭😭 I'm always rambling and explaining my interests to people and I love cracking really dumb jokes to people I care about even if they're really bad jokes just to lighten the mood or cheer them up when they're feeling down.

My hobbies are reading (anything that has super dramatic plots and stuff but I'll also read anything if I think the writing style is nice/pretty tbh!), and I'm super into the classic nerdy stuff like video games (classic arcade games like street fight are my favourites!), superhero comics, action movies, and all that. But I'm super into analysing movies as well, and I'd say that's my main interest.

For any additional information, my hogwarts house is ravenclaw, I'd describe my aesthetic as dark academia and my mbti type is infj! I really hope that helps + is enough information!!

Hello there Lovely, Here it finally is, your matchup request! I ended up not writing for tasm. the explanation as to why is here. im so sorry about the wait and the random fandom cutting, for that reason this one is a bit longer than usual. I still hope you like it <3.

Marauders: I match you up with Sirius Black

When i was first reading your requests, the first thing i thought of was "sirius would like this person." i dont think i even have a clear explanation for it. I feel like Sirius would think your shyness feels like a breath of fresh air when you two first met, i mean his best friend is James Potter, the man deserves some peace and quiet for once. I do think he would love when you warm up to him, it would make him feel warm inside and proud that you trust him enough to open up to him. He loves teasing you, and cracking dumb jokes with you. He really needs that playfullness in his life after his childhood, and i feel like your relationship would really be that. I could really see you educating him on good movies and things like comics and video games. He wasnt raised with things deemed 'muggle' and I could see him become completely obsessed with playing videogames and analyzing movies with you. Sirius would absolutely ask you if he can lay against you while you read him to sleep. Not only does he love listening to your voice and indulging in things you like, but I feel like its also a way of affection he lacked, and really craves.

#writers on tumblr #amateur writer #marauders #matchup request #sirius black #request

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bubsub69 · 6 months

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Entry 22

10/10/2023 00:20

I dont understand, I finally have someone, why am i not feeling different, I thought I'd at least feel something from having a goddess but it just feels fake, it feels like I'm faking it, like shes faking it why cant I just be happy with it. Im probably overreacting, these things are about trust and after having so so many people asking for money I dont feel like i can trust anyone. When she first started talking to me I answered her questions on autopilot, I didnt care about anything, it was just like i was filling a form, I had other people approach then ask for money on discord hours before she contacted me, how was i suposed to know she was gonna be the one that didnt require them, and thats the thing she said:

So just to be clear between us. I won't be asking you to pay tribute probably because you're in college.but that doesn't mean you shouldn't show your mistress appreciation out if your own free will whenever your mistress deserve to be gifted. Hope we're clear on that. I don't do findom.

So does she expect me to pay at some point? is that her plan? play the long game have me hooked to her so i cant refuse paying her or i risk losing her? I havent received any verification from her either which isnt helping especially since ive sent pictures to her, and she refused a videocall for me to lock myself because I "hadnt earned it", she also found me im assuming from the chaster server but shes never posted there before, fuck writing this is making me distrust her more and more. Shes trying to get to know me she… might be doing it so i get feelings for her and pay up.. GOD DAMN MY FUCKING INSECURITY WHY CANT I JUST TRUST HER. I'd rather be happy now and cry later than be miserable now and cry later anyway if she ordered me to pay.

I dont even know if she enjoys this, she has multiple servants so that doesnt help.. she takes a long time to reply. while she isnt really the degrading type, actually shes been calling me good girl a lot but that just feels hollow.. maybe i should try to ask to be called good boy, that sounds a lot better in my head, but shes into feminization and sissification what if she doesnt agree or stops liking me because of it, i need to talk to her about this were suposed to be honest to each other but im so scared of her losing interest in me i dont know if i should tell her goddamnit im such a piece of shit to her. im not even being honest about her being the only one cause im also kinda doing a chaster session, but that ends when the timer runs out but still im being dishonest with her, the one fucking requirement in a healthy relationship and i cant even give that to her, i was right before i dont deserve to be in a relationship, im not mature enough for it, if i cant even give her honesty, nor can i trust her, nor feel anything when i do submissive tasks. Im such a piece of shit.

School has been troubling as well, the theory classes are so soul crushingly boring, i just delivered my first project that came out like shit cause i was incapable of working on it and procastinated for 90% of the time, this whole year ive been struggling to work or study in anyway while home im gonna be fucked arent i

So much for happy entries.. i wasnt even happy when i wrote it yesterday just mildly hopeful, i hope this changes soon, please let me be happy with her, plese.. let me forget about D as well Im so sick of being stuck thinking about someone that doesnt care about me. I wish i at least lived close to the new goddess so i could at least entertain the ideia of meeting up and cuddling or something, god that would be nice

#diary

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abvfluxing · 11 months

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Several months ago i told my roommate i wasnt interested in looking at a new place to live, bcus at the time i figured there was a good chance i wouldnt still be living in ohio in the next several months to year. (I never told her why i didnt want to look at new places thankfully). Bcus i thot things were going to keep moving in a positive way with him. Very stupid of me.

I waited 6 months on two things. "Idk how I feel " and "we will meet in person". 6 fucking months of waiting patiently.

And when i finally bring up the first thing i get "well i don't think i feel that way... but who knows what the future holds". Wtf. half a year and you still cant say it decisively. I tried so hard to take that as a definitive response and move on, but it wasnt and i couldnt. Bcus im an idiot.

After the first cancelled meeting i waited. Then a second cancelled meeting. And he says "well im not going out of my way looking to pick up trips to go that way, itll happen when it happens". I keep waiting. One day i try to sincerely explain how much its hurting me to wait to meet like this, and how much I want to take the initiative and plan a trip to his city. And how worried i am about the whole "flight school" on the horizon since its going to most likely alter his schedule in such a way that him and i will have so little free time at the same time. And how that scares me bcus it feels like the first step to losing him completely. And this is another reason im pushing to make a meeting happen.

So Making it very very clear that i only would want for one small simple meeting, like a lunch, and that if thats all i got with him that would be enough bcus i also just really want to travel somewhere and see things jve never seen and that taking a plane by myself is a very scary thing, but if im going somehwere where i know a friend is on the otherside it gives me the strength to do something so extreme for myself, i mean im someone that gets stressed and anxious just trying to go to a store or run errands. He says "no, i cant guarantee it would work out to meet, and i dont want you to spend all that money and be disappointed" also "im not out to my family so itd be comllicated to have you over as anything other than a friend". First of all, im not even allowed to try and make something happen. 2nd with weeks ahead of time anybody can plan for a single lunch to happen once out of 2 or 3 days possible. 3rd it must not matter how important it is to me, to be able to try and do something like this, how little i expect how little commitment im asking for it, how unobtrusive im trying to be but also experience something. It doesnt matter. 4th, what the fuck is that second excuse coming from? I didnt ask to meet your family, i didnt ask to come over to a family dinner and ve introduced as your boyfriend. How is that a concern when ive made it clear none of that is expected? (Well stupid ass me thinks only someone thinking of doing those things would randomly bring them up when they were not previously stated). 5thly, if you had a job that would literally PAY you to go and visit your alleged "best friend" ... wouldnt you kinda fucking want to do that? Wouldnt that be cool as shit? If i could get paid to visit some of my friends, i think maybe i might try and make that happen every once in a while. So he wont take a paid trip to see me, and im not allowed to pay for my own trip to him. Kinda really sounds like "i dont want to meet you". Only took this dumbass about 8 months to realize that one.

The last couple of weeks ive been trying to act "normal ". Im not messaging him everyday, even tho i want to. And it fucking hurts me. And idk how he feels about it, or if hes even noticed. Not like he would ever really tell me the truth anyway. So im an idiot and an asshole.

I can't even get him to say something as simple as "i want to spend time with you" i tried so hard one night to see if he could even say that much, it didnt work. Bcus im an idiot.

We had two big fights recently too. The one everyone could see where he made it clear he thinks im stupid as shit. And then a second one a few days later while in a discord call. He was upsetting me so much i had to hang up on him before i blew a gasket. Then i explained to him why i got so upset and his response was "wow you got upset over someone elses opinions". He was going to let the night end like that. Soni explained further why I was so upset. And he said something like "ok". And i had to be like "do i even get an apology?" (After i had already apologized for hanging up and getting upset, earlier in the convo). And only then did he finally give a half assed barely covering the problem apology. But I took it and rejoined the call after calming down a bit more. Once again i was being stupid and an ass.

Ever since those two fights i feel like i get treated like shit all the time. Like he is mad at me about stuff but cant even remotely bring it up outside of treating me like shit. But then the one day he streams its all "this is the game brad recommended for me, he knows me so well" blah blah blah. And weirdly nice replies sometimes. Like clearly something is up. But more likely im just an idiot.

He was trying to talk to me the other day, just a couple days after my "worst day" of the very very bad past two weeks. I told him "sorry i havent been feeling well". Him "oh are you sick. Me "well not like cough cough sick". Him " then what is it?". Me "its hard to say out loud". Him "oh ok".

And that was it. No reassurance, no "im here", no "i understand but you can talk to me if itd help". Nothing. Is that really how someone responds to their "best friend" clearly not being well? Its hard for me to tell bcus im so stupid.

And then the announcement earlier. Came with no warning to me. Last i heard he hadnt heard back from any places. And hours before he posted that he asked what I was doing, and i was playing totk amd watching gdq with the roommate. Not really a good time for him and i to play a game together that would take the main tv in the living room. So he said ok have fun. And i said "if you want to hang out in a call thatd be cool". Him "well id have to go in the other room, ill just stay in the living its more comfortable". Me "ok well lmk if you figure out how to use discord in the living room and id be down to hang out". Him "id either have to wear headphones and not hear the game or put you on speaker and youd hear my game. Which is so annoying". Me "i normally use headphone and just leave one ear uncovered to hear the game. Also so when my games have been too loud". Him "its mostly my friend nate 'blah blah blah" convo ends. And a couple hours later we get that announcement.

Hes got his next two months planned out basically. One month of "working back to back" which contains two weeks off, one of which an international vacation! Lmao. Followed by starting school the next month. two weeks before my birthday! How perfect! I messaged him and told him im happy to hear that he finally heard back from a place. And that im happy for him. But im also so fucking pissed. Ive told him how this school thing coming worries me, and he makes a group post instead of telling his "best friend" first. Isnt that fucked up? Once again im being treated like shit. And hes able to have two weeks off in june, including an 8 day international vacation. But i get "ill try to stream for those other days". Somebody you said "we will meet eventually" and you cant make room for me after all this time before turning your whole lifes schedule around making it so you know we wont be able to hang out anymore. So clearly im a huge fucking asshole for having such selfish fucking thots when all i should have thot was "oh yay good for you!". But hey thats what you get when your a stupid worthless ashole am i right? 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆

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aryshacore · 2 years

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hi!! can I get a tetsuo shima moodboard with baby blue, sharps/knives, bottles, and space? feel free to ignore :]] -👁‍🗨

you took in the time to send an ask so ill take the time to answer you instead of just deleting this and blocking you... i think you read my dni but maybe i wasnt clear enough abt the fact that if you like anyone from dream's clique i dont want anything to do with you. ill update it to make it clearer 👍 if youre not who i thought you were feel free to send this again lol

#also i dont wanna be mean to strangers on the internet but. you like hetalia and that's 💀💀💀💀💀#like i should be so much meaner but you're a minor who visibly has taste problems so i hope everyone sees the efforts im making to be nice #anyway. you like akira so maybe everything's not lost for you. get better soon xoxo #ask

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ponyo2008 · 3 years

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drop the soup recipes 🙇

omg okay so I'll give u the simplified versions under the read more, if u want any more detailed lmk!

canja - so I started by shredding my soy fillet w my hands as I would a chicken breast, then I got smth super similar to it. u can use jackfruit for this too, or actual mock chicken. then u want to dice onion and garlic (and celery if u like it! I'm not a fan), and cube ur potato and carrot into medium small cubes so they cook faster. then you'll sautee the aromatics along with the veg chicken and a large pinch of salt. once they're starting to get golden brown, add the veggies and ur white rice. sautee until everything is nice and fragrant (be careful not to burn the garlic and onions). season to taste (I did salt and turmeric for that gorgeous yellow color), cover w water or veg broth and allow it to simmer until the rice and veggies are cooked through. then I added a crack of black pepper and served :)

caldo verde - first i cut up my smoked tofu in slices and then pierce them with a paper roll to get that round sausage shape. if using actual veg sausages there's no need. then i dice my potatoes, garlic and onion. sautee the aromatics in a pan, then add the tofu or sausages until seared in both sides (or just toss it around to make the aromatics nice and smoked as well. we want to impart the smokey flavor into the soup). also, you want to cover this lightly with olive oil, bc actual meat is very fatty and we want to mimic that. add the potatoes, salt, cover w water and allow it to simmer until potatoes are falling apart. remove the tofu sausages and blend until smooth. then i sear the tofu once again both sides (it'll have gotten soggy and plump w water during simmering, so we want to add some texture into it again) and add the potato soup. then u want to slice ur kale thinly (not dinosaur kale, some other type) and add that too. then serve w a drizzle of olive oil and a crack of black pepper :)

corn soup - super easy, blend a can of corn (abt 200g) ALONG with the corn water, don't drain it! then use the can to measure another can of water, and salt. blend it until smooth and strain, discarding the pulp. then sautee finely diced onion and garlic, add the strained corn liquid and bring to a boil. allow it to thicken, and if necessary add some corn starch slurry until thickened to ur liking. for the accompanying chicken, I diced some jalapeño without the seed very finely, sauteed that in plenty of olive oil, then I added the chicken (made using the same method as the canja), turmeric, smoked paprika, salt and cumin. then I served it along with the soup as pictured :)

tomato soup - fairly straightforward, I just sautee onions and garlic, then add one can of whole peeled tomatoes, salt and seasonings (I use paprika and black pepper). let this simmer for abt 20 minutes, then blend with creamer of choice (I use homemade cashew milk!), back to the pan, adjust the seasonings and that's it. the end result is super silky and tomato-y, one of my fav soups

minestrone - this one I pretty much just followed a recipe (the other are more or less creations or adaptations I worked on myself) so I'll link it here, u can use any minestrone recipe of ur liking. highly customizable!

split pea w kale - first u want to cook the split pea until it falls apart completely and becomes soupy. if ur brazilian/have a pressure cooker, i do 15-20 minutes after it's pressurized, with a drizzle of vegetable oil so it doesn't foam up. once cooked, u can blend it or not, I don't. then, you'll (again lol) sautee ur garlic and onion, add ur cooked and diced potatoes (I cook them in the microwave! just poke holes all over with a fork, wrap in a paper towel and cook until soft. depends on the size of ur potato and the power of ur microwave, do two minutes at a time and see. it's gonna come out VERY hot and with the skin coming out. wait until it cools and remove the skin!). sautee the potatoes with ur aromatics and seasonings. I do smoked paprica, garlic powder and lemon pepper. once the potatoes are nice and coated in the seasonings, add ur split pea liquid and stir. add salt, bring to a boil and then add ur kale (sliced thinly like in the caldo verde). and that's it! ready to serve w a drizzle of olive oil :) sometimes I make it without the potatoes or the kale, really the only constant is the split pea.

red lentil alphabet soup - this one is VERY customizable, u can use whatever veggies u like. the basis is red lentil. so you'll start by sautéing ur garlic and onion (sometimes I do ginger too), add ur red lentil and veggies. I usually do potatoes, carrot and mandioquinha/arracacha. then add ur seasonings (also highly customizable! I usually do garlic powder, turmeric, smoked paprika and such. sometimes gochujang and miso paste too) and salt to taste. allow everything to cook until al dente. then add ur small cut pasta (I obv used alphabet macaroni but whatever tiny pasta works!) and simmer until fully cooked. and that's it! I believe the last soup pictured is the same as that minus the pasta. just lentil and veggies ;)

aaaand that's it! general notes: I always start with the onions and then add the garlic once the onions are translucent. the onion cooks slower and the garlic may burn if we add both at the same time. so when I say sautee garlic AND onion this is what i mean. first garlic, then onion.

my soups are not diet food by any means, so add a lot of olive oil! it's good fat, and helps keep you satiated. also, just makes the soup better and more satisfying in general. a lot of the bad rep soup gets is bc ppl think it's bland. so add fat and season well!

not pictured are my mandioquinha soup and roasted carrot soup, I believe. If you'd like the recipe for those lmk :)

#mine #i spent like an hour typing this and trying to figure out how to add a read more on mobile but nothing worked so i did on pc lol shit app #feel free to ask anything if it wasnt clear enough!#if any br mutuals want the link for the soy fillets i use i can drop that i buy them online! they're REALLY useful and very cheap #im using them to make katsu curry today!

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futuremrsreid · 2 years

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Helpless

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: SmUT (sinful), not really cnc but maybe a lil, uh reader is handcuffed and blindfolded (i kinda forgot to write that in the fic oops)

a/n: this is really short and i will start like a series of lil smut thingies bc i dont have the motivation to write long stuff atm

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"Do you realize how much power you're giving me y/n? How helpless you are right now?" He leaned down, kissing my jaw and then moved to whisper in my ear "what if I just left you here alone, naked and tied up? Or" he said, dragging a finger down my body " what if I just fuck you without a condom?" Spencer laughed in a cruel way and as much as I hated it in that moment, it turned me on so much. "You wouldn't even be able to do anything while I fill you up with my cum."

"Any words of protest?" he asked and my mouth couldn't form words, even if I wanted to. "You know what? I dont even care" And with that he pushed inside of me.

I was so disoriented from having two of my senses removed that I couldn't feel if he actually skipped the condom. But I didnt care. All I could do was moan as he increased his pace.

"Do you not even care, y/n? Or do you want me to fill you up? Do you want to feel my cum dripping out of you?" Spencer shifted, moving one of his hands to wrap around my throat. I felt his finger dig into my skin and I became even more lightheaded.

"Cats got your tounge? Or are you not able to form sentences anymore? Is it really that easy to turn you into a stupid mess?" The only thing I could do was moan, which was humiliating, but also so fucking hot. His pace was relentless and I felt my orgasm coming closer. God, he wasnt even doing much, but I think his words alone could have pushed me over the edge.

"Dont worry, I'm smart enough for both of us. All you gotta do is lie here and be pretty — and god, you're good at that." He moved his hand from my throat to rub circles on my clit. Normally I would have been embarrassed by the sounds I was making, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I knew there would be a noise complaint coming in the next day. "It's like you're my personal fucktoy."

Spencer was doing so much, so fast and I clenched around him. It took everything in me not to come right then, but I knew I wasn't allowed to do so without his permission. He ruined my orgasm before and I was not about to let that happen again. I wanted to beg, tell him how good he was making me feel, how close I was, but all I managed was a pathetic "please".

"Are you close baby? Normally I would make you wait but you've been such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward." He brought his mouth to my ear once again. "Come for me, love"

And with that I was done. My orgasm hit me hard and I made a sound so loud that Spencer had to clasp a hand over my mouth so we wouldn't actually alarm any neighbors. I clenched around him and it only took him a few more strokes before he finished.

After catching his breath for a few seconds he moved off me. I felt him shift around for some time before he was freeing me of the handcuffs. I was so spent, I just let my arms flop down over my head. Then he removed the blindfold. My eyes were closed but I felt him studying my face.

"Are you here with me, love?" He asked, carefully placing a few kisses on my face and jaw. I hummed and finally opened my eyes to look at him. I saw him frown and he looked concerned, grabbing my wrists to massage them. I pulled so hard on them, there was for sure gonna be some bruising.

"I'm fine, but my brain doesnt do thinking right now." He chuckled and told me he was gonna be right back before getting up from the bed. I heard the sink running and then he was back on the bed with a wet towel to clean me up. I felt so sticky and sweaty but there was no way I was gonna get up and shower. The towel was warm and he was careful not to overstimulate me. After he was finished he discarded it and lay down next to me. My mind finally started to clear up again and shortly after I remembered.

"Did you actually fuck me without a condom?" I turned on my side to look at him. I didnt sound shocked or suprised, which probably would have been the appropriate reaction. He frowned and studied me for a few seconds before he answered.

"No, you really thought that was whats happening?"

"I mean, you kinda said that."

"And you just let me?" He was suprised and when I finally comprehended the whole situation I was too.

"Apparently", I paused, reliving the last 30 minutes and remembering the absolutly filthy things he said to me. "You said yourself that I wouldn't be able to do anything anyways."

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #reider #spencer reid x you

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5, 7, 16, 18

OFC for Bryce & Jensen, but feel free to tell me about Kennedy, too.

And answer this one MF. lol JK JK

thanks for the ask lol (i think ill save kennedys for another time as im currently working more on their character)

5. How did you figure out your oc's identity?

none of my characters are cis/straight so for me its just a matter of figuring out What they are, not If they are. jensens was pretty easy to figure out ngl bc he has a very similar standpoint as i do. i gave him a label coming into the fandom, but as time has gone on i realized that he is just not a person for labels and just prefers to Be (like myself). his aspec identity took a little longer just bc i was trying to write him as allo and shocker i failed, so after admitting that maybe he wasnt the rest just fell into place

okay and bryces i knew since like,, book 2. i came into the fandom everyone and their mother was having a fit that bryce wasnt proposing to mc by book 1 but like,, did we ever consider that that was for a reason? maybe the fact that he took 3 books to even want a relationship had something to do with him being demiro? (but no, ofc not, bc god forbid we expect the allos and straights to willingly admit that characters might be aspec). n e ways hes so obviously demiro and to see that erased may hurt my aspec self a little but thats fine :') as far as him being pan, he will just flirt with anyone and everyone all the time and it is a threat. he doesnt give two fucks about gender, if he vibes w someone, he's interested, and thats been clear since day one

7. Is there something that could cause your oc to question their identity? What?

not really, no. jensen is still,, iffy on gender (its so hard for him to explain like he doesnt really relate to the idea of being a man but masculinity is fine but he doesnt quite feel androgenous or anything Else enough to go by they/them pronouns--its just a lot for him lol) so thats something that he def questions a lot. but as far as sexuality, hes perfectly comfortable going by queer/grayace and thats what feels right to him. same for bryce, hes comfortable and confident in his identities, so nothing would really make him question it

16. Did you ever change an oc's identity when they were already established? Why?

yes ofc bc they develop and evolve like actual people, not just stagnant character sheets. jensen wasnt aspec originally, nor did he go by queer. i changed it bc, as i got to understand and know this version of him better, i realized he 1. wasnt allo lol but 2. wouldn't have been too keen on labels, either

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

it depends honestly. i think choices fandom (and people in general) is overly obsessed w character sexuality labels (considering how many straight creators there are and how few queer creators there are). honestly i wouldve loved to leave jensen label-less/unspecified because realistically i think thats just how he is (even if people ask, even about his aspec identity, he'll just say queer bc he doesnt really care), but coming into the fandom, that didnt really feel like an option. and for characters like bryce, im happy to label him because i feel that its an important part of his character, not just in my hc but should be important in all hcs. im happy to label him bc, not only do i find it important as an aspec person to see that aspec representation (considering that nearly everyone in this fandom would cry if they had to actually accept that characters in relationships can still be aspec--especially confirmed aspec characters, but thats for another time), but i also think its just a huge part of his character and something he would be really proud of

#thanks for the ask :)#the absolute aphobia of choices fandom and actually all fandoms is so disgusting to me #and the fact that people would literally rather try to rewrite or explain away bryces behavior in the books #than using the perfectly logical explanation of him being demiro #is absolutely horrific and embarrassing #a fandom i used to be in literally had an aspec main character and people would say no actually i think they should be this #bc literally. god. fucking. forbid. there be aspec characters #aka i literally hate everyone all the time and have a lot of pent up rage about this topic in particular but its fine #everyone just keep writing your allo bryces. bc that makes so much sense.#was gonna say sorry for the rant but i dont even care i am just allowed to be angry about this #jensen valentine #bryce lahela #asks answers

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vquacki · 3 years

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It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa,

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice.

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber.

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man.

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father.

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look.

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street.

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process.

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined,

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning.

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you.

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him,

“Grounded! My final answer!”

R A N

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window.

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep.

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence.

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin.

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house.

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush.

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction.

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out.

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter.

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject.

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued.

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody.

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children.

S A N Z U

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all.

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date.

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting.

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside.

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father.

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels.

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile.

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down.

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said,

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words.

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house.

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening.

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down.

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it.

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way.

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids.

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk.

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you.

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~”

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again.

I N U I

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot.

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor.

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike.

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps.

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid.

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered,

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold.

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man.

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?”

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right.

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself.

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl.

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized,

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated,

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick.

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face.

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents.

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped,

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted,

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man.

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed.

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval.

“Dad, I'm sixteen!”

“That's what I said”

S O U Y A

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles.

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father.

“He's out of it” You giggled,

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him.

“There was boys-” His voice cracked.

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body.

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills.

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house.

N A H O Y A

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other.

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers.

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua.

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo” Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life.

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips.

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted.

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.”

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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Much Better Now

Gif credit @darkestdesired

Warning: Smut. Adult breastfeeding. Fingering. 18+

Requested on wattpad.

Just putting the baby to bed, you headed to bed yourself. It had been a long ass day, taking care of your little one and the pack, you needed sleep and to shut your brain off.

Coming into the room, Sam was already in bed and reading what looked like a map of some sort.

"Hey, baby". He said looking up from his paper with a smile.

"Hey". You groaned taking your bra off and throwing it at the wall, then off came your shirt and your jeans.

"Whatcha doing there, babe"? Sam blinked repeatedly as he examined your naked body.

"Getting out of those horrible clothes. My boobs are killing from being in that straight jacket of a bra. I hate it. I freaking hate it". You groaned, climbing into bed, the cool sheets felt lovely on your warm skin.

Sam cleared his throat and placed his map on the nightstand. He twisted his body and was hovering over you as you laid down beside him.

"What are you doing"? You giggled, when Sam started kissing your face.

"Just kissing a beautiful woman". He grinned. You knew what he was up too.

"Mmmmhmm. What's the real reason"? You brushed his cheek with your hand.

"I was wondering, if you're feeling up to it. Can I suckle"? Sam licked his lips as he looked down your body. The sheet rested on your body perfectly. Your hardened nipples poked out.

You thought about it for a second. The baby was feed and he wasnt do for another feeding for a couple hours. Also it would help with your pain, since they were full. "Maybe"? You smiled, knowing you would let Sam suckle. Just wanted to tease him.

"Please? It's good for both of us. You get less pain and I get to suck on those fucking amazing tits. God, please. I'm dying here. They're so juicy". Sam was practically drooling from his mouth. You could feel his was hard as he poked your thigh.

"You know you never have to ask, just as long as the baby is fed first". You kissed his lips and pulled down the sheet.

Sam's eyes dilated. His heart beat faster. He always loved your boobs. But when you got pregnant something turned in him and he couldnt get enough of your milk or suckling. It turned him on so much that you couldn't get enough of him. He was so sexy when he was boob drunk.

Settling nicely in your spot, Sam started kissing your chest, his tongue licked circles around your hard nipple. He engulfed his hungry mouth around your nipple and began sucking. A little moan escaped his throat.

Wrapping your arm around him, raking your nails up and down his back. Goosebumps formed on Sam's arms. Sam took his free hand and gently squeezed your free breast, gently massaging it.

"Mmmm". You licked your lips and your head went back into the pillow.

A smirk formed on Sam's face. He took that hand and traveled down your stomach. You knew what was happening, you let it happen cause Sam's finger made you melt when he was inside you.

Sam ran his middle finger through your slit and started rubbing your clit.

"Mmm, fuck". Your mouth dropped. His fingers were magic.

A smile came to Sam's face. He suckled hard, gulping down milk. This boob was getting smaller by the suckle. Sam was a big man and took big gulps.

"Sam, leave some for the baby". You giggled. Sam groaned, letting your nipple go with a plop. A stream of milk dribbled down his chin.

Sam didn't say anything. He just went to suckling on the other. His finger teased your entrance and thrusted in. Your hand went to his forearm and held onto it, digging your nails into his skin as he drilled you with his middle and ring fingers.

"Ooooh, fuuuck". You cried out, Sam fucked you with his finger, he nipped at your nipple with his teeth.

You felt your walls clench around Sam's fingers, covering your mouth with your hand. You did not want to wake the baby. This was not the time.

"Cum for me". Sam mumbled with a nipple in his mouth.

God, you came on his finger with ease. "Shit". You panted out. Laying there catching your breath, Sam still suckling.

Sam brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them to get your juices on his tastebuds. His mouth exploded.

"You taste absolutely amazing. I cant seem to pick which I love more, your cum or your milk". Sam went to tasting both at the same time.

You let out a snort giggle. "You're crazy, love. But I love you so much". You kissed his forehead and snuggled into the pillow, your hand nestled in his hair. The warmth for Sam made you cozy and sleepy. You drifted off to sleep with a smile and a relaxed body.

Sam rested his head on your chest, waiting for you to sleep and breath before taking your nipple back into his mouth.

Which he did when he heard you softly start to snore.

Sam gobbled your nipple up and went to drifting off to sleep himself. A nipple in his mouth, a full tummy and a full heart.

(Porn gif found on here. Credit to the owner)

#sam uley imagine #sam uley fanfiction #sam uley #sam uley smut #sam uley x reader #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight smut #twilight wolves #twilight wolf pack #happys-crazy-queen22

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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Summary: After Hydra captured you and tony they decided to use a weapon that was more terrifying than any gun.

Pairing: Tony stark x reader

Warnings: Smut(imma be honest i dont give a fuck if you aren't 18 pfft), sex pollen, fingering, riding, masturbation,honestly just desperate horny sex, floof floof, Swearing,

Notes: The end to the smut part is kinda shit sorry about that

How you and tony ended up here was unknown to you. Well not unknown just...complicated. Turns out not all of hydra was taken down in the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The others sent you and tony in figuring that it would be easy peasy and all make it home before dinner. Well that wasn't the case at all. Turns out they had weapons more powerful then the two of you combined. They subdued your powers and broke tony's suit.

So now you two are here. Trapped in an empty white room. you paced around looking for anything but to be honest it was so bright you could barely see anything from seeing too much?

“there's no point there's nothing here” he said from his spot on the floor. you grumbled before sitting against the wall across from the door. “we need to find a way out” you said sighing. Tony opened his mouth before the air started to pour in. it burned as it entered your nostrils. you started coughing like crazy hunched over as you coughed. “hey are you-” tony started but then also started coughing.

your lungs burned no your whole body burned. you felt like you were on fire. you stopped coughing but the heat in your whole body was still strong. “hey tony you ok?” you asked as you slowly moved towards the wall he laid against. “dont dont just stay” he said putting his hand out. you stopped moving and sat back huffing. That's when you felt it. your whole body tingled and burned but the pooling of wetness between your legs was prominent. you squeezed your thighs and looked at tony who was looking down at his legs.

Your eyes followed seeing his very present boner. you cleared your throat. “whats going on” you asked in a rush because every word that exited your mouth felt like it took all your might and breath. Tony shook his head. “fuck!” he yelled. “thor he said that on certain planets fucking doesn’t come as a normal thing sO to stop the inevitable extinction of that they use this stuff to make them have to fuck. anyways apparently some parts of the world got their hands on it, used it as a weapon before it got banned.” he said leaning his head on the wall. Sweat fell from his face. “just fucking go over there” he pointed to the other side of the room.

you nodded and crawled to the other side. you sat in the corner but kept adjusting yourself. you squeezed your thighs for some sort of relief. “will this kill us?” you eventually asked. when tony stayed silent you got worried and looked over. he was looking at you hungrily his eyes devoured you. “possibly” he eventually said. “possibly?!” you yelled then groaned the amount that you were turned on was physically starting to hurt. “depends how much your body can take how much heat and pain before giving up” he said before closing his eyes and moving around.

You sat there sweating your ass off and moving your legs around. anything that usually caused relief was useless. then the heat got worse and a stabbing pain in your uterus happened. You hunched over and screamed. The pain only seemed to increase. “hey hey speak to me whats going on” tony asked. “pain so much fucking pain” you groaned and screamed as another stab came. “and hot so hot” you said tears falling to the ground as you grit your teeth.

“ok ok y/n listen to me” he said clearing his throat. “you need to do this your going to say no because of me but your life is kind of dependent upon it. you need to get yourself off.” he said. you looked at him wide eyes and shook your head “fuck no” you said. “want the pain to stop?” he asked. you screamed feeling the pain and nodded. “then do it” you groaned lifting yourself back to sit against the wall.

Tony turned around giving you more privacy. you took off your pants and underwear. your hand went to your clit giving you relief you moaned and groaned. you inserted two fingers moaning loud. “jesus oh god” you gasp as your fingers go in and out of you. you look over at tony and see his arm moving up and down. you gulp looking down before speaking. “tony” you whispered but with the echo of the room he heard. “yes?” he whispered back. “you can turn around if you want.” you said.

Tony slowly turned seeing your legs spread and your fingers inside of you. Tony's pants were open slightly lowered from his waist. his boxers were visible and you whimpered at the site of tony so disheveled. You started to move your fingers in and out of you again. you moaned and whimpered. Tony started to push his cock over his boxers. “you can ya know if you want to” you said nodding to his strained dick.

Tony shimmed his boxers down and his cock sprung free. It was long and thick. you groaned and moved faster. you watched as tony started to stroke his cock at the same pace your fingers went. You stared at him jacking off as he stared at you. You started to feel your walls tighten. you head hit the wall as your fingers spend up. your thumb rubbed your clit as your moans got more intense. Your walls squeezed your fingers and you moaned loud. you squeezed your eyes shut and your mouth hung open. The sight of you made tony go faster and groan.

As your orgasm stopped you still felt like it wasnt enough like nothing would be enough. How do you feel” tony asked between breaths. “still feel like shit” you say. Tony releases his cock and looks down. “me too.” he said.

You scream feeling the pain again. God why wont this all justs stop. you started to cry the pain was so bad. you curled up hoping it would be like a period cramp and certain positions could stop it but the pain kept going. “y/n...” tony started to say. you looked over at him. Your hair was a sweaty mess your face looked flushed and you just looked like a horny mess.

“We can...it'll stop it if that's what you want.” tony said. He felt bad like he was taking advantage of you. He didn't want you to think he didn't care for you because he did. Hell he loved you, god he wished he told you that before you ended up here. He hated seeing you in pain especially when he could stop it even if it did make things difficult. “is that what you want” you huffed out tears still falling down your face. “I want to stop the pain. I want to help you..in whatever way i can.” tony said.

you gulped and nodded “help me” you said. Tony crawled over to you and sat you back against the wall. you instinctively opened your legs and tony say between them. “I'm going to make you feel so good princess” he said with a smirk. He kissed you hard but slow. you felt his hand on your thigh. He squeezed it before moving forward. “please” you pleaded against his lips. he smiled and pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. His fingers made contact with your clit and you whimpered, closing your eyes. he pinched it making you moan. He started to move in circles smiling at the noises that came out of your lips.

he kissing your bottom lip before kissing you. his fingers moved inside of you his thumb circling your clit. you moaned against his lips. “that's it let me make the pain go away.” he said his fingers moving in and out. you grabbed onto tony's shoulders. your hips moved meeting his movements. “there we go princess” he said. He bent his fingers meeting a spot that made your mouth open and no noise exit. “jesus fuck tony there please there” you pleaded. His finger massaged the spot he stoked and pushed it. Your walls tighten around his fingers. you pull him closer your head hitting his shoulder. his fingers stroke the spot why still playing with your clit. You moan as you cum on his fingers.

“it still hurts” you mumble into his shoulder. “i know princess i just needed to die down the pain before this” he said pulling away from you. You were sweating even more now and you felt so empty without tony. tony shoved his boxers down and taking off his shirt. He went back to his spot between your legs. “I really wish i could've said this before now but i love you” he said before entering you. you moaned before you could respond or even process what he said. He bottomed out and kissed your neck.

His fingers found there way back to your clit messing with the very sensitive bundle of nerves. you rocked your hips trying to gain movement. tony took the sign and rocked back and forth. He was trying to be nice but nice isn't what you needed. “faster tony.” you said. tony sped up but it still wasn't enough. grabbing tony's shoulder you made him stop. he looked at you softly. “tony stark you are a playboy ok now rail me” you said desperate. something changed in tony because he pulled out pushing you to the floor and before you could do anything he shoved all the way back into you.

He grabbed your hips jamming in and out of you at a force you didn't know existed. he played with your clit going from pinching to slapping to rubbing it. you moaned and screamed. grabbing onto tony's shoulder you puled him into a kiss. You felt your walls tighten again from the stimulation your grip in him tightens and tony goes to kissing and marking your neck.

“cum for me princess” he says. that was all it took for you to unravel under him. you put your head onto his shoulder shutting your eyes. tony pulled out and flipped you over lifting your hips. he held on tightly ramming in and out of you. you felt his movements sputter and you moved your hips to meet his. his nails dug into your skin as his cum flushed into you. he pulled out and flipped you over. “better?” he asked. you nodded “much” you said.

The pollen seemed to have died down after that. Tony laid next to you and you curled into him. “I love you too stark” you said tracing over his chest. he looked down at you and you looked up. “I have for a while” you said. tony smiled and kissed your forehead. “Let's get the hell out of here princess” he said.

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