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dumdumsun · 2 years

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⚠️If You Read Any Of My Fanfictions, Please Keep Reading⚠️

Hey, y'all. I hope I don't sound rude at all in this post, this is just something I've been needing to say in consideration of my stories. This also serves as an update for each and every one of them. If someone doesn't see this and they ask questions that this post will answer, I'm just gonna end up sending them a link to this post because I'm a little irritated with repeating myself. This is gonna be posted to my Wattpad, Quotev and AO3 because some of this speaks right to those audiences.

Alright, so, I just wanna give you guys an update on how each of my series are going because some of these things I don't speak on enough, and some of them, I repeat too much. So, here we go.

Actually, before we start, I just want to point out that all of my stories are written before they are posted. I write my stories in full, and then I post chapters weekly. I repeat this a lot, so I just want everyone to know, even though I post publishing schedules.

Of Starlight Series - The Umbrella Academy - Five x Reader: This series is still going strong. I have been very busy lately. One week, I went to Georgia to visit family. While I was on that trip, I got COVID and was sick for the next week. I just got home last night from a trip to Chicago. I've had no time to write lately, so sorry about that. But the third installment of this series, "To Nightfall", is outlined and will be written starting tomorrow afternoon (that is 07/20/2022, if you wanna quote me on that). There's no need to worry about this series, I have everything planned and I am 100% dead-set on continuing this story.

Forever and Never Duology - I Am Not Okay With This - Stanley Barber x Reader: I know. I know I said there would be a sequel. I know. I started it (there's actually 3 1/2 chapters written), but the story is garbage and it makes no sense and I needed to re-outline the entire thing again. Haven't done that yet because I don't know what to do anymore. I'm not even sure if the sequel will happen. That doesn't sound or feel right to say or type out, but it's how I've been feeling for a year. That might change eventually, though. As a reader, I wouldn't get my hopes up on the continuation of this series.

The Loveliest Lies of All Series - Over The Garden Wall - Reader Insert: This series is a one and done. There is no sequel and I never planned on it. I like the idea of it being a singular story just like the show and I have no intention or desire to continue it. It's amazing how it is.

Ranidaphobia Duology - IT - Reader Insert: I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. This is another fic that has been promised for a year now. However, with this one, I have every intention on continuing it. The problem is, for MONTHS, I have been on chapter 5 of 13. It's such a struggle to sit down and write for this story in particular. I know I don't have writer's block, so maybe it's just this story. I really do not wanna discontinue it because I wanna write it SO BAD and I've been promising it to you guys for so long. It will get done, I can promise you that. I can't promise you when.

Lost and Found Series - Stranger Things - Reader Insert: This fic is literally the biggest reason I'm making this post. I've got some things to say. Now, Tumblr users, I'm not really talking about you guys, mainly my other audiences. For one, this series is going on strong. As of right now, the sequel, "Break and Mend", is written in full and being released weekly. The third installment, "Wax and Wane", will not be written for awhile. I have other things I wanna do. On another note, I am getting VERY sick and tired of seeing things about Doc and Will. I am aware that Will's sexuality is being explored by the show. I don't know if he's gay (I'm pretty sure he is) because promotion kinda queerbaited us throughout June and that was pretty shitty. But cast members have been saying the same things about Will being gay. If the show continues as it is with his sexuality, then Doc and Will are not endgame. That's obvious. If it turns out everyone is a liar and Will is straight, then I'll keep them together. But as of right now, I have a plan to break them up. I have a story to tell and I will not pivot away from what I'm doing, especially when I can make this work without disrespecting Will Byers. Doc's feelings for him will never change, that's just the truth. But their relationship status is what I have the responsibility to change. And I will do so when I tell the story. Let me tell my story and please stop commenting about how I'm being homophobic. I know there are writers out there completely ignoring Will's sexuality. I'm not doing that, I promise. Just be patient and enjoy the story, please. Like I said, Tumblr users haven't said anything, this is for my other audiences. It just needed to be said.

Wild World Miniseries - Stranger Things - Eddie Munson x Reader: Oh my god, this will get done. Part 3 and maybe Part 4 will get done eventually. I'm mainly focusing on my main stories right now. The Eddie miniseries really started out as a thank you for 500 followers on Tumblr, and then y'all begged me for a Part 2 and I delivered. I'm not really worried about this miniseries right now. Just know that there will be one or two more parts before it's over.

I have other series I want to write. I was contemplating a Euphoria reader insert and even started a first chapter, but we'll see how that turns out. I definitely am planning a reader insert for The Walking Dead. The problem with that fic is just outlining. I need to plan better for that before I start writing it.

I am eternally grateful for all the love and support I receive from all my audiences from all platforms. All I'm asking is that you guys be patient and kind to me. At the end of the day, I write for myself and I'm kind and confident enough to share it with you all. That takes a lot to do and sometimes it feels like I'm not getting enough in return in terms of patience and kindness. Certain comments (like hateful ones I received this morning) are deleted simply because there's no reason for them to be there, but I'm not usually one to delete comments. I like to reply and interact with you guys. But sometimes, I get tired of answering the same questions and explaining myself on matters that I really don't have to.

Don't worry, I still love y'all. I love that you love my stories and again, I hope I didn't sound rude in this post at all. I just needed to get some things off my chest.

Thank you guys for reading this and I will see my Lost and Found readers in Break and Mend, Chapter Two: Moving Forward. You guys have an awesome week. Much love ❤️❤️

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minnsune · 4 months

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Color Me Blue [Wirt x Reader] (Pt. 2 of 2)

"What were you trying to say?"

Wirt nervously glances away from you and clears his throat. He seems embarrassed. He takes a deep breath before speaking once more, his words quick and timid.

"You...I...um..." Wirt can't even complete a sentence he feels so anxious and flustered. He seems to have lost the ability to string words together in front of you. You sat across from him and kept eye contact (which didn't help calm his nerves at all). Wirt slowly blinks his eyes and swallows. His hands twitch uncontrollably. It is almost as if he is having a hard time thinking straight. He tries hard to maintain a calm exterior. As he glances at you, your warm eyes meet his and it feels like all the air is sucked out of his body. It makes Wirt feel giddy, almost as if he is floating off the ground. This doesn't help the anxiousness and fluttering feeling he feels inside. "Well...?" She says waiting for him to finish what he started. Wirt looks at her mouth for a moment, wanting it to move, wanting to speak the words that have been brewing inside of him for so long. But the words don't come, and this is getting frustrating for him. It's almost like someone else is controlling his mouth and body, making him unable to say the words he so desperately wants to say. He begins to open his mouth and closes it again. He takes a deep breath before trying to talk again. Wirt takes another deep breath. He gazes at you for a moment, feeling a mixture of fear and anxiety. But he gathers the courage to say something, and after taking one final deep breath, he speaks.

“Do you think you…I…” Wirt’s voice trails off once more before blurting out rather loudly, "Do you want to hang out with me at the skating rink tomorrow night?" She looks at him surprised by the sudden change in volume but smiles and nods,

"I'd love to, Wirt." Wirt lets out a sigh of relief as he smiles at you. Your unexpected positivity and acceptance of his offer lifted his spirits and wiped away any doubts he had about the day ahead of them. He is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach, one that makes him feel like he's floating in the clouds. With a bright grin on his face, he speaks, now having much more confidence.

“Great! I’m really glad you’re up for it."

#otgw wirt #wirt x reader

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writing-fanics · 2 years

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um requests open for Wirt from Over The Garden Wall

I’ve watched this show awhile ago ands it’s one of my favs

#over the garden wall #wirt x reader

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ur-illogical-simp · 11 months

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Hear me out...

#this man has a chokehold on me #hes so fine #gonna wirte a fic of him soon 🤞#the spot x reader #the spot #johnathan ohnn #into the spiderverse #across the spider verse

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ficmachine · 1 year

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Bloodhound, Octane, and Pathfinder, reacting to a make reader who always hides his face? Like- always wears these pretty/badass looking masks, and one day it falls off (or maybe brakes, or they catch him without his mask) and he's the most prettiest boi they've met- and he just starts crying cuz he's afraid on how they'll react?

You don't have to reply to this if you don'twanna! Also I wanna say I love your work! Your really talented ^^

Please keep up the great work!!

I gotchu! Dw! And thank you! :0c

Bloodhound/Octane/Pathy x Masc Reader. (Mask-wearing self-conscious reader)

Style: Intro + Headcanons

Wordcount: 1.8k (1808 to be exact)

People get curious. People ask. Not everyone, of course, but those who ask about why you cover your face usually prod to the point it gets uncomfortable. The amount of people – Your “fans” as they call themselves - who blow it out of proportion, make you paranoid about someone pushing it too far.

They're terrifying, especially when they obsess over something. You'd think you would have more than enough shit to deal with as a legend but no, this is a whole different can you don't want to crack open.

Regardless, whether it's just for your own comfort or just because you like looking cool is nobody's damned business.

You have your own reasons. That should be enough.

But bad fortune was going to catch up to you at some point or other, you suppose.

The stray bullet that scraped the side of your face was close, way too close - fear washes over you like a bucket of ice cold water.

Ducking under cover with your heart leaping to your throat you touch your cheek with a hiss – red smeared over your glove – and curse under your breath. Shit. Not good but at least you're not out in the open. Taking a deep breath you grip your gun tighter, chest heaving up and down as your eyes lock with your teammate.

“I'm fine.” You dismiss their concern quickly, pressing the inside of your sleeve to your face to stop the bleeding as you peek out from behind the wall. You can't pinpoint the shooter, neither can you sense any movement out in the open. Sucking in a breath you take cover again, back against the cold concrete wall and gun clutched to your chest. “Can't see them.”

Looking back at your partner your brows furrow. They're staring. Is the wound that bad? You pull your sleeve away to see the bleeding eased up and heave a sigh, breath visible in the cold weather.

“What-”

Your eyes catch the sight of your face-mask on the ground.

Oh.

Quicker than you can process your free hand snaps to your face. Panic engulfs your form all over again – eyes shooting up to your teammate to find them still staring – they definitely saw. Your head spins, heart hammering as your throat goes dry.

Ah.

Okay.

This is probably the worst time to panic. And cry? Are you really going to cry over this? Right now? In the middle of the field?

Fuck.

Bloodhound -

If there's anyone out there who'd understand the panic you're experiencing now, it's them. They wouldn't want anyone to see their face, especially in the middle of the battlefield.

Bloodhound knows better than to stare. Even if they caught a glimpse of your face they respectfully avert their gaze, focusing on the incoming fight instead.

They've seen you come out of fights with much worse scrapes, but when you hesitate so do they.

Minding to keep their eyes off you, they grab your mask off the ground and hold it up to you without a word.

Thankfully there's nobody around, nor are there any cameras close enough to your cover.

They keep watch over you while you fix the mask back onto your face the best you possibly can, and only when you're done do they look at you.

Noticing your trembling form they try their best to soothe you, resting their hand on your arm and giving it a small squeeze. “Stay with me, félagi fighter. The fight is not over yet.”

As empathetic as they are, they can't do anything but bring your focus back to the battle.

It's hard to get a grip on your panic – eyes blurry and ears ringing, you're disorientated and zoned out - but you know you have to. It's either pushing your feelings to the side to deal with them later, or risking dying.

Bloodhound keeps a hand on your arm until you're calm enough to stand and move. Eyes locking with yours you give them a nod, a thanks, and their whole form relaxes some.

“Good. Let's move, myndarlegur. It is not safe here.”

Carefully they lead you out of the danger zone and towards somewhere quieter.

They keep an eye on you throughout the rest of the game, both out of concern and interest.

Whether or not the two of you win doesn't matter. As soon as the game's over and you're free to go Bloodhound checks up on you. They don't bring up whether or not they've seen your face, and with how they're acting you're not entirely sure they did, but if you need to they let you lean on their shoulder as the panic from the day's events catch up to you.

Octane -

Unlike Bloodhound, Octane's a bit too stunned to snap his gaze away from you in time. When your eyes lock he tenses, feeling like he was caught red handed over something he wasn't ever supposed to see.

How can he look away though? Have you seen your face? That's... A dumb question, but he's seen it now too! And MAN, he looked away more out of bashfulness than anything else.

His heart leaps to his throat when he forces out a laugh to dismiss the situation, clicking his tongue. “Ai, amigo, you gotta be more careful. Custom masks like that are a bitch to replace.”

Shaking his head he hands you the mask, frowning when he notices how badly its broken. There's no way you can put it back on.

The realisation draws over you the same second and suddenly it's much harder to breathe than before.

With your vision spinning you lean back on the wall heavily, knees almost buckling under you while the gun slips out of your hand and falls to the ground with a clatter. A vague wave of pain passes through you when you grip your face too hard but you're too zoned out to care.

One moment your vision is spinning, the other you feel fingers prying your hand away from your face. Then, you're staring at maskless Octane grinning his stupid grin at you while he makes sure his own mask sits comfortably on your lower face.

He dismisses you when you ask why, waving his hand in the air as if it was nothing.

“What are friends for, huh? Besides, we have a game to win. Can't have you distracted while we kick ass!”

And kick ass you do.

Sure, he looks kinda dumb with just his goggles and head covered, but with the air filter built in this mask it's much more comfortable to breathe than in your own.

After the game is over Octavio sticks to you like glue, both to check in on you and to let you know you can keep the mask until you can replace yours.

Like hell you're gonna give it back. You're keeping it and he's more than okay with that.

Pathfinder -

Pathfinder, sweet, helpful Pathfinder, notices your mask is gone quicker than you notice your bleeding. Fortunately, he's also the quickest one to jump into action.

“Careful, friend! Faces aren't meant to be shot through.”

You're panicked and shaking, covering your face, and the last thing on his mind is your face. He's focusing on double-checking nobody's near before looking back to you and holding out a medkit to you.

He enjoys looking at your face, of course, so he doesn't look away until you turn away and it finally clicks in his head that you're probably uncomfortable. After all, some people like having their face covered and you happen to be one of those people.

Looking around he pinpoints your mask and dusts it off, holding it up to you.

Noticing you're not moving and your eyes are leaking he tilts his head to the side, only realising you're having a panic attack when his thumb feels the pulse in your wrist.

“Oh no, this isn't good. Don't worry, I've got you.” Immediately his attitude changes from cheerful to deeply worried, and he's wriggling the medkit out of your hand to grab you and get the two of you out of the open.

Thankfully, he holds you close to his chest while he grapples to the safety of the indoors – locking the doors and setting you down in the corner – to make sure no cameras can catch a glimpse of you.

Once inside he rummages through the kit to patch you up, giving you a heads up at the incoming sting loud enough to get through your brain haze so you can brace yourself for it.

With that done he gets to work on fixing your mask up the best he can – he's not great at it but he can get a few strong stitches in quick enough before you need to get moving again.

“There, just like new – only slightly torn.” He beams at you.

By the time he's done you're staring at him openly, eyes dried, mind still foggy but you're grounded enough to bring yourself back into the present. You've been staring at him all throughout and if he noticed he didn't say anything. You're grateful for it.

Pathfinder hands you the mask and you shakily put it on, gasping when he ruffles your head to ground you further.

“Do you need another minute or are you feeling well enough to keep going? We always can outrun the ring with my zip-line, so don't worry about that.”

You let him know you need another minute, and he nods before walking off to double-check if it's still safe in the building. Once he's back he looks at you, head tilting to the left while a question mark pops up on his chest monitor.

“I do have a question for you, friend.”

Your mouth runs dry. There it is-

“Are you alright?” You blink up at him, genuinely expecting him to ask about your mask or why you wear it. Instead, he continues, “I'm sure we can forfeit if you need to leave. Your well-being matters more to me than winning.”

Your heart swells, both with anxiety and appreciation, but you ultimately shake your head from side to side, letting him know you just need another moment.

You might not win, but with a friend like Pathfinder, who's willing to give up winning just to make sure you're okay? You're gonna have to make sure he knows how much he means to you.

#bug writes fics #wirting #apex legends #bloodhound #octane #pathfinder #male reader #masc reader #apex legends headcanons #fanfiction #apex legends x reader #bloodhound x reader #octane x reader #pathfinder x reader #reader insert

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auty-ren · 1 year

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Never the Right Time

Joel Miller - The Last Of Us

Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader (Reader is afab, no pronouns/use of y/n)

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut ( oral sex(fem receiving). vaginal sex. rough sex. oral fixation. dirty talk/bedroom talk. unprotected sex.), Repressed feelings, Joel being a stubborn old man. Some implied drinking (no alcohol is named, just ‘drinks’).

A/n: I absolutely fell in love with The Last Of Us series and I had so many feelings for Joel I just had to get them out! I might do a few more fics for him but this is a standalone...for now. Enjoy babes💕 (gif by @pedrohub)

Summary: “Hey,” you shrug and look down at your drink. “I was just trying to be nice.”

You take a sip of your own drink, keeping your eyes on him through your lashes. He stares right back, almost like he wanted you to say something so he could react. You lower your cup, almost batting your eyes as you blink at him. You swear you can see a little bit of a blush creep up his neck.

“Is that what you do?”

My Masterlist

“Ellie bet I couldn’t get you to dance.”

You wanted to be smug. Calm, cool, collected. But you’re sure you probably looked like an idiot; cheeky grin, trying to play it cool as you lean against the porch railing.

There was just enough lighting that you could make out his profile, soft glowing bulbs hung on strings to illuminate the party and it made him look soft. His normally sharp features looked rounded and comfortable.

“Did she?”

He smiles and it reaches all the way to his eyes. It surprises you a little, how easily he opens up when before he’d been so different. You hadn’t had many conversations before this, at least they never got past the small talk stage before one of you got shy. Maybe it was the party or the feeling of a new beginning with the coming spring, but something was a little different, especially in the way he carried himself, his shoulders were strong and light, much different than before.

“Well, I figured you just had two left feet, Miller.”

His eyes were almost sparkling, almost mischievous in nature. Joel was a lot of things but mischievous wasn’t the way you’d describe him, and yet it almost felt childlike. It looked like little stars were speckled in his irises, shining and reflecting in the low light of a setting sun.

“Thought maybe you’d want a teacher.”

He lets out a sound like a scoff, but you don’t miss how the corner of his mouth perks up, pulling his face into a grin. You could tell it made him just a tad nervous, your presence. His face was mostly calm but he picked at his hands, scraping the skin around his nails from nervous habit.

You follow his gaze as he looks out onto the landscape, it was just barely turning spring, everything was green and budding with new life and the air felt warm and fresh. It felt good. The winters were rough in Jackson and you’d started to lose yourself a little, but the breeze felt good. Everything felt good at this very moment. You looked back to find Joel staring at you.

He was wearing a simple shirt, worn, with a few stray threads hanging from the seams. It obviously had its fair share of owners, but it was clean and still looked good on him.

“Can you at least take the drink?”

You hold it out to him, waiting as he looks between you and the cup. He finally takes it from you, your fingers just barely brushing as you pass it to him. He swirls the liquid around a little before he takes a sip

“Thanks.”

Right now feels like the part where you should be walking away. The ice had been broken but you’d pretty much hit a wall. He wasn’t giving any indications of what he wanted from you.

If there was anything he wanted from you.

“You really got nothing else better to do?”

You’d almost think he was bothered if it wasn’t for the stupid-looking smirk on his face. It was his turn to be suave, or at least try. He leaned against the railing on the porch, mirroring your position from earlier.

“Hey,” you shrug and look down at your drink. “I was just trying to be nice.”

You take a sip of your drink, keeping your eyes on him through your lashes. He stares right back, almost like he wanted you to say something so he could react. You lower your cup, almost batting your eyes as you blink at him. You swear you can see a little bit of a blush creep up his neck.

“Is that what you do?”

He tilts his head, almost like he’s challenging you; the low timber of his voice settling nicely in your bones. You practically turn to mush from the stupid look on his face; cocky, but bearable.

“What?”

It’s infatuating, in fact. You’re barely able to focus now, everything about him overwhelms you.

He feels safe. Not awkward or unpleasant like times you’d spoken before, it’s like whatever veil that shrouded him was slowly lifting and you peeked underneath to see the genuine parts of him. The parts he’d spent over two decades hiding away.

You naturally lean in closer, drawn into his side where your bodies kinda fit naturally together. It feels perfect.

“Charity.”

He nearly spits out the word, like it’s dirty and foul.

The proverbial record comes to a screeching halt. You tense a little, taken aback by his sudden change in tone.

But then again look who you’re talking to.

“Liking you is charity?”

It comes out before you can really think it through. The look on his face is enough to make your stomach turn. It wasn’t anger or discomfort, something that you had expected from him, it almost felt like disappointment etched across his face.

“That’s how most people put it.”

Quit while you’re ahead.

Your fingers barely touch his, even though he’s pulled away he doesn’t flinch away from this touch. His knuckles feel rough in comparison to yours, your pinkie just barely trailing along his skin, like you just wanted to become familiar.

“Maybe I’m not most people, Miller.”

His hand moves just a bit, not away from you, he’s inching closer. You feel your breath catch in your throat as his pinkie catches yours, just barely hooking yours to intertwine with him.

“Did you ever think about that?”

Your chest almost puffs out a little, and you’re proud of the way he looks at you. He’s almost curious like he’s studying you, lying in wait while every little movement goes under his scrutiny. Normally feelings like this would be enough to send you running, but you almost wanted this from him. Just the barest hint of attention made your heart seize up in anticipation.

It felt like a movie. Those old romantic black and white movies they’d play on movie nights, the ones where the girl and the guy dance around each other until the tension just breaks. It was probably silly to dream bout being the leading lady, and having a man like him chase after you. But it felt nice to dream.

Right now the dream felt so real.

He reaches up and almost touches your face, just barely brushing a piece of your hair out of your eyes. You had been staring so hard you hadn’t noticed it had fallen.

Was this it? The moment when you get your kiss?

Did you imagine he was leaning closer? That he was looking at you like you were the only girl on the face of the planet.

“Joel?”

You wanted a kiss. You wanted this to be a picture-perfect moment for the two of you, something out of a cheesy old romance novel with a tacky picture on the front. He, the strong hero sweeping you off your feet.

He looks at you like he’s pleading, like he’s afraid of something but he just needs your permission first. You take his hand into yours and give it a gentle squeeze. He turns it over so yours is held delicately in his grip, his thumb rubbing little circles into your skin.

You close your eyes, anticipating him to move closer, to take you in his arms and hold you like you were his lifeline.

The touch never comes. The kiss never comes. Nothing happens as it does in your head.

He just walks away.

“Joel?”

He says nothing, and the silence alone feels heavy enough to ground. It’s different from the other times, this is thick and heavy, and you can practically reach out and grab the tension brewing between you.

It’s practically freezing this late at night, the cold nipping at your cheeks as you watch him. More like waiting for him. To do what? You’re not exactly sure, but he looks like there’s something he needs. Something he wants to say. He opens his mouth and nothing comes out, he just closes it and grinds his jaw, like he’s kicking himself for not doing it right.

You didn’t know what he wanted, but he didn’t seem the type to just waltz onto people’s porches in the middle of the night.

You only move out of the way as he crosses the threshold, bumping into you as the signal to move inside. He removes the door from your hands and slams it shut, blocking the exit. The sound echoes through the house and all that’s left are the little puffs of your breath as his eyes scan your face. He’s dark and intense, almost challenging you to say something that would stop him.

His touch is rough, calloused hands that grab and pull you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you grounded to him. You let yourself get swept up in his arms, in his gaze that felt like fire washing over you. His eyes were like smoldering coals, black with remaining hints of warmth just flickering in the light.

He kisses you and it feels just like you had dreamed, warm and glowing with just a little bit of roughness around the edges. He devours any sound you make, he’s eager and almost aggressive in his movements.

His hands are ripping and pulling at your body, moving you to the nearest surface in your living room so he can get more of you. You both stumble and barely make it to the couch without hitting the floor. He pushes you down and the old furniture creaks loudly, almost echoing through the house as he climbs on it with you.

Even in the dark, he notices. He stops dead in his tracks at the grip you hold on the cushions and the hint of uncertainty that flashes across your face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

The words rumble deep inside his chest, bubbling up in his throat with a soft, gentle tone. It’s almost loving how he caresses your face.

Loving.

He wanted to reassure you. He slows to a near stop, looking at you as he reaches for the hem of your shirt, just barely pushing it up. He checks in with you, flickering glances to confirm you still wanted him, that you wanted his touch. You can’t help how you squirm when his fingers press into your cunt, even through your underwear just that little pressure was enough to have you melting.

He just watches you through it all. You don’t even notice at first that he’s staring; you make eye contact and feel the heat spread all the way down your neck out of embarrassment.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, just barely audible even in the quiet of your empty home.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

You lift your hips to help him remove your underwear. His touch leaves you only for a fraction of a second before he’s back on you. Warm, calloused hands spread your thighs wider with delicate precision. The gentleness was so unlike him, but the passion was still there, the eagerness set behind a low brow as he memorized your every detail.

He mumbles against your thigh, burying his nose against your skin and inhaling. He leaves a little trail of kisses, his facial hair leaving tiny little scratches while his mouth moves softly down to your pussy. He stops at the juncture of your thigh and looks up at you, almost pouting as his arms snake under your thighs and pulls you closer.

His mouth just hovers over your cunt, and your clit throbs as he gently blows on your slit. You whimper, unable to keep eye contact any longer as you close your eyes, just barely arching your hips closer to him.

His mouth feels like fire when he finally touches you, spit dripping from his tongue onto your cunt that burned and had you squirming with need. You run your fingers through the length of his hair, playing with the curls between your fingertips as you moan his name.

He fumbles a little, his movement doesn’t have the expert precision he was probably used to. Still, he made you sing. Every sigh, every whimper, every curse that fell from your lips was just fueling his need. He squeezes your hips to keep you still, just a little warning for you as his eyes pin you down with a look.

Your body is scorching, almost overwhelmed as you feel the coil in your belly turn impossibly tighter. You shake from the effort of trying to hold on, to keep this moment suspended for eternity just so you can keep him like this.

Somewhere between the haze, he climbed on top of you, just barely letting his weight press into you. It was a comforting pressure, welcomed as you slip and let your legs wrap around his hips. He’s still fully clothed, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against you, sending you into overdrive. You play with the buttons of his shirt, slowly opening them more and more until he gets the message, pulling away enough to slip the shirt off his shoulders.

He goes to take off his belt and for a moment he looks nervous, scared even. You can tell by how he avoids your eye when a moment before he looked like he’d eat you alive, and now he’s so timid.

He’s surprised by your touch, and how careful you are when you gently place your hand over his, urging him to let you take over. He relents, there’s almost a hint of relief on his face, with just a hint of something else.

Craving?

Did he crave your touch?

You wonder if he had imagined this moment before, imagined the little noises you’d make, the feel of you beneath him, and how warm you’d be when he fucked your cunt. You’re ashamed to admit it but, he’s been the topic of more than a few daydreams. It felt a little embarrassing, to the point you almost didn’t talk to him earlier at the party but all of those doubts melted away when he finally slipped his cock inside you.

A pathetic noise came out of your mouth. You were more than ready for him but everything felt so heightened. You clung to his shoulders as he rocked his hips, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

He was definitely holding his breath, you could feel his back muscles tensing almost to the point of pain. You rub little circles into his skin, trying to be comforting so he’ll relax, just barely dragging your nails down his skin.

He sits up a little, looking you over before his eye settles on your face. His hand comes up and just tips your chin, his thumb rubbing against your jaw.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you.

You didn’t think this sort of thing happened outside of a movie, or those old cheesy romance books some of the girls sneak around the library. But the world does sort of get foggy, blurred around the edges so you can only see him.

You wonder if he’s feeling the same.

If he feels this sort of ache that sometimes you can’t describe.

You sort of get an answer from him because he kisses you.

He kisses you and it feels like your whole world is set aflame, blazing and roaring in your ears as he steals the literal breath from your lungs.

You brace yourself as he grabs your lower half, one hand gripping your thigh while the other pins your hips down. He doesn’t stop kissing you and if it weren’t for his weight pressing into you, you swear you would’ve floated away by now. He gets a little harsh, almost desperate and you don’t mind. Every time his cock brushes against your cervix you whimper pathetically into his mouth.

But it only seems to spur him on.

“Shit.” He grits through his teeth, his grip on your body nearly painful as he slams his hips against yours.

He pants, almost whimpering in your ear as he cums.

You don’t say anything, just gently nuzzling his shoulder as he comes down from his high.

He’s gentle again, almost remorseful in his movement now. He pulls away and you feel the mess between your legs, he mumbles something under his breath but you can’t make it out. You feel too tired to try and make the effort of conversation anyway, so you just let him clean you, reaching out and putting your hand on his.

You just wanted the comfort.

You didn’t even want to begin to think about what you’d say when the afterglow wore off. Your bodies would probably become stiff and uncomfortable, emotions heightened and awkward just like before. Would he even want to speak to you again? Was this just…release?

You scold yourself for already overthinking.

It didn’t matter what would come in the next few hours, because for now, you had this.

This little, tiny shining moment when you get to hold him. Playing with his hair while he hums, practically asleep on your chest. Maybe it wasn’t much but, you’d take it. Just a hint of intimacy, real intimacy - not just sex but the kind of thing that you feel deep in your bones. The warm, sticky, addictive kind of intimacy that you had craved for too long.

Nothing was for certain, and you remind yourself not to think too much about it. But from your angle, as you strained to look down as he rested on your chest…It looked like he was smiling.

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into you, I fall || alucard (castlevania)/reader

Back to my roots, baby! A lone Alucard smut fic amongst all my bg3 bs. I started this one a good while ago and finally got around to finishing it.

I gotta say, I love writing non-penetrative sex (acts?). Gives me more wiggle room when it comes to what the characters can do.

Pairing: alucard (castlevania)/reader

Warnings: pwp, smut, (kinda sorta) bondage, established realtionship, implied past sa

Wordcount: 2.1k

Summary: Alucard isn't sure he's ready to let you tie him up after what happened with the twins, but he wants to try anyway.

You come up with an alternative.

‘Okay,’ you said, checking the tightness of the ribbon for the fifth time in a row, ‘are you sure you still want to do this?’

Alucard nodded. His hands, bound, were resting comfortably on his stomach. For now.

‘Alright, then.’ You took his hands into yours and slowly lifted them above his head, making sure not to break eye contact. ‘Now, I’m not going to tie you to the bed. Not yet, anyway. So it’s up to you to keep your hands right where I put them, okay, hun?’

‘I know, love. You’ve told me all this before.’

‘Just making sure.’ You left a quick kiss on his bottom lip. ‘What’s the color?’

Alucard’s brow furrowed. He did trust you, he really did. And, to be fair, it was his idea in the first place — to try and do this with you. You’d let him tie you up a few times before, when he’d grown comfortable enough with the idea; he got curious, seeing your reactions. You always had that extra spark in your eyes when he tied you up, even before he actually touched you properly. Even if he was just in the process of tying you up.

Still, he couldn’t help the nervousness. Despite the fact you made sure to use the softest ribbon you could find in the castle and that you chose an entirely different position for his hands than… back then, just the sensation of being bound reminded him of things he’d rather forget. He was fully aware that he wasn’t even fully, properly bound — his hands were almost free, after all; all it would take for him to free himself would be a good tug. Still, the knot in his stomach tightened each time the ribbon rubbed against his skin.

Was this a good idea at all?

‘Yellow,’ he said, voice wavering.

‘Okay, I hear you,’ you replied. You sat back on your legs and spread his over them; you gently kneaded the tense muscles of his thighs. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s just… Being tied up… brings back memories.’

You nodded. ‘Okay,’ you said, tone soft. ‘Remember, we don’t have to do this. I am perfectly fine with the sex life we already have, hun. You don’t have to do this.’

‘I-I know.’ He swallowed thickly.

‘Still,’ you continued, ‘this is an exercise, right? To see what you’re comfortable with at this point. You said so yourself.’ You drew tiny circles on the skin of his legs with your thumbs. He relaxed slightly under your touch. ‘So, what do you say we still try, but… change it up a bit?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘We could take away the ribbon, if you’re too uncomfortable with it on.’ Your hands stilled. ‘It’s not fun for me if you’re not enjoying yourself.’

‘But… what would be the point then?’ His eyebrows furrowed. ‘How would we even do this?’

‘Simple,’ you said, caressing the knot on the delicate ribbon. ‘You just keep your hands where I tell you to without being bound. You’ll still have to trust me, but you won’t have any added stressors on top of that.’

Alucard hummed. ‘I suppose that would keep the point of this… “exercise”,’ he said. His legs fully relaxed, no longer squeezing your hips.

You slowly grabbed the knot and untied it, keeping your eyes on his face. When the ribbon was finally off and discarded to the floor, you slipped your fingers inbetween his.

‘What’s the color?’ you asked again.

Alucard took a deep breath and closed his eyes. ‘...Green,’ he said after a moment.

‘Alright.’ You squeezed his hands and let go. ‘Keep your hands right where they are right now, okay? And remember, if you find that you’re too uncomfortable to continue, you say the word and we stop immediately.’

‘I know, love.’ He chuckled. ‘You don’t have to say it everytime we try something new.’

‘Yes, I do,’ you replied. ‘I like making sure you know you’re safe with me.’

‘I know that without you having to remind me.’ His eyes went soft; the sort of warm that made your face flush.

Judging by the flush of his cheeks, you must’ve looked equally soft, too.

‘I love you, you know?’

‘I know,’ he said, eyes flickering to your lips. ‘I love you too.’

You didn’t say anything; you just smiled. Even though it was clear that he wanted to kiss you, he stayed put, just like you asked him to. A few moments passed, with you caressing his thighs with gentle hands. You made sure to keep the eye contact going, knowing what it did to him.

When his face was fully flushed and his bare cock was half-hard against his thigh, the anticipation must’ve finally gotten to your poor Alucard. ‘Love…’ he cooed as he shifted his hips in your hold.

‘We’re going slow tonight. Nothing crazy.’

‘Does that mean you have to tease me like this?’

You chuckled, hands finally leaving his thighs to slide up his hips to his waist. Your grip on him was sure; he stilled under your touch. ‘It means exactly that, sweetheart.’

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed. His breathing was slowly picking up. You squeezed at his waist and his cock twitched. He clenched his hands into fists, but they didn’t budge from where you placed them on his pillow.

‘Good boy, Alucard.’ You started exploring his chest and stomach with your hands, using just the slightest amount of pressure. He whimpered quietly when the pads of your fingers ghosted against his nipples.

‘I’m by no means complaining,’ Alucard said, voice breaking a bit when you properly pinched his nipples, ‘but why the praise?’

‘I know you’re frustrated,’ you rolled his nipples in your fingers and watched his chest rise off of the bed, ‘I know you want me to touch you properly.’

‘Of ‘course I do, I always—’

‘Ah! Wasn’t finished yet, hun.’ You let go of him and he promptly fell back on the mattress with a huff.

Alucard opened his mouth — most likely to complain — but decided against it. You probably wouldn’t touch him for even longer if he interrupted you again.

‘As I was saying,’ you continued, hands back on his chest, squeezing the fat and muscle there, ‘You want me to touch you — you probably want to touch me, too, judging by this.’ You slid your hand down his stomach and rubbed your palm against his cock, now fully hard.

He didn’t dare say anything; just clenched his teeth to stop the hiss of pleasure at the sudden contact. The muscles in his stomach clenched with the effort of it.

‘And despite all that, you still do as I say,’ you finished, hand leaving his cock. He tried to follow you with his hips, but stopped when you pushed back against them. ‘So… good boy, Alucard,’ you cooed again and leaned down to kiss his neck.

You lightly nipped at the skin under the curve of his jaw and soothed the sting with your tongue. With each drag of your teeth, tongue and lips his breathing picked up, until he was panting in your hold, until his head was thrown back, baring his neck to you completely. That was when you decided to grind your hips into his. The groan he let out sent a shiver down your spine.

You moved away from his neck just enough to sneak a glance at his face. He was flushed all the way down to his neck; his eyes were closed, eyebrows pinched in pleasure.

‘Oh, baby,’ you said, hands moving to his nipples again. He choked back a desperate little noise when you gave them a tug. ‘Don’t tell me you’re wrecked already? We didn��t even get to the best part yet.’

He didn’t answer, he just opened his eyes. The look he gave you was delicious; his eyes were beginning to glass over with tears of frustration. ‘Love, please…’

‘“Please” what, lovely?’ It was ridiculous just how giddy you were at the prospect of him begging.

His hands fisted the sheets above his head. ‘Please, touch me before I go insane.’ His cock twitched faintly where it was pressed into your stomach. ‘Please, love, I need you to touch me.’

You were going to touch him, you really were. But it wasn’t your fault he sounded so good like this. You promised you’d be gentle, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to be at least a little bit mean.

‘Oh, but I’m already touching you, aren’t I?’ It was the lowest of blows, the easiest possible way to get him to keep talking. But you didn’t care, as long as it got him to keep begging in that sweet, choked up tone.

He bucked his hips once, twice, grinding against your stomach. ‘You’re evil, you know that, right?’

‘I’m nothing of the sort.’ You chuckled, grinding back into him. You lived for the way his breath hitched. ‘I’m simply your lover, intent on giving you what you want. But in order to do that, I need to know… specifics,’ you paused for a moment and then moved against him again, just to watch his head loll back, ‘no?’

He nearly sobbed when you stopped. He was so hard it was getting painful. ‘Please,’ he whispered.

You smiled. ‘“Please”, what?’

‘Please keep going. Keep moving, anything.’ His hands were clenching the sheets so hard he was close to ripping them. ‘Make me cum. I wanna cum.’

‘There you go,’ you said as you started to move your hips at a slow, steady pace. Alucard’s loud moan ripped through the room at the relief of the friction. ‘Do you think you can cum like this, lovely?’

‘Yes,’ he gasped out. ‘Yes, just please don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop now.’

‘Don’t you worry, sweetheart.’ You leaned over him, dragging your hands up his stomach, past his chest and to his hands. You gently pried the sheets out from between his fingers; you held his hands in yours, fingers interlocking. ‘I’m not gonna stop until I feel you spill against me.’

He held your hands tight, almost too tight. Every movement of your body against his forced a moan from him. Each one picking up in pitch, until he was openly whining against you, head buried in your neck.

His cock started twitching against you as he arched his back into your chest.

‘Are you close, sweetheart?’ you asked, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

He nodded, golden hair a mess around his head. A mixture of ‘yes’ and ‘please’, and ‘don’t stop’ spilled from him.

‘Kiss me?’ he managed to ask between moans.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply. You ground your hips into his one, two, three more times before hot cum painted your skin. Alucard groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you.

You stopped slowly, letting him ride it out with a few more gentle movements. When you finally stilled against him, he squeezed your hands in his and kissed you again. This time, it was gentle, almost chaste.

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ you said, resting your forehead against his. You laid there for a long moment, until the stickiness of your skin couldn’t be ignored anymore. ‘Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?’

He huffed in protest as you moved to get up, but he let your hands go. ‘What about you?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him from over your shoulder. ‘What about me?’

‘You didn’t finish.’

‘Ah, that.’ You dipped a towel in the water you left by the bed. It was hot when you began; it cooled down enough to be pleasantly warm now. ‘Don’t worry about that, lovely. Tonight was about you.’

Alucard hummed. He relaxed into the bed when you put the warm towel to his skin. ‘Are you sure? I don’t mind getting you off, too. Hardly a chore,’ he was teasing now. A good sign, as far as you saw it; that meant he wasn’t stressed or afraid.

‘Oh, I know you “don’t mind” getting me off, you damn horndog.’ You whipped him gently with the towel. ‘But I like getting you off, too. Sometimes, getting to see you lose it a bit is enough.’

‘Ah, so you are evil, in the end.’ Alucard reached for your free hand and held it to his chest. ‘And I’m the horndog, huh?’

‘Don’t act like you’re not the same when it comes to me, lovely.’ You finished cleaning him up, folded the towel and brought its clean side to your skin.

‘True enough, I suppose,’ he said. His eyes never left your face. ‘Now that we’re both clean, you better come up here, to me. I want to hold you.’

‘And how could I say “no” to that?’ You dropped the towel back into the water and climbed back into bed. You settled into Alucard’s arms and sighed happily against his chest. ‘I love you.’

He kissed the top of your head and nuzzled into your hair. ‘I love you too.’

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dervampireprince · 6 months

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ASMR | Over The Garden Wall - The Beast x Listener SFW You're Lost, The Beast Finds You

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hi guys ! firstly thank you for all the love you gave to lost the game, 1k notes in the span of one week is really crazy for me ! and secondly, i have some ideas for the next long fic that I'm going to write but I want to know what you guys wanna read first.

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yuulina-vre · 2 years

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Vacation

Summary: Bucky and Steve are in a mood. They should take a vacation.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2031 words

A/N: So, I had a very bad time writing anything, really. I like this one enough to upload it and I hope I get some other works done soon. Though, my head is preoccupied at the moment since I get two cats in about three weeks and I'm just so excited and worried.

I still hope you understand and enjoy this one. ^^

„Y/N, can you shut up for a minute!” A pout instantly forms on Y/N’s lips as Bucky snaps. It’s not the first time, Y/N has noticed. For the last few days both, Bucky and Steve, got easily irritated, snapping at everyone that was just slightly too chatty. They had been on call after call, mission after mission. No breaks, no rest. And it’s not like Y/N would mind. She is worried when they’re off rescuing, but she knows they’re careful, always set on coming back home. What she does mind is their snapping at people that did nothing except talking to them. “What?”

“Shut up for a minute. No, wait. Make it five! You’re getting on my nerves!” Bucky’s arms cross over his chest, face set in an annoyed and angry expression. “That’s not fair.” Y/N pouts again. “I was just telling you about-“

“Y/N!” Bucky’s voice bellows through the room, sounding back from the walls and startling Y/N in her speech. Her gaze quickly shifts over to Steve, hoping for backup but he has mimicked Bucky’s position on his part of the couch. “Steve, say something.” She’s slightly startled as Steve only groans an answer almost inaudible to her ears, though it does sound a bit like ‘five fucking minutes’. Huffing an angry breath Y/N crosses her own arms in front of her and stands up. “It’s not fair! Just because you are fucking old fossils that don’t know when to take a break doesn’t give you the right to snap at everyone! Get yourself sorted!” Huffing with anger, she waits a second for a response, though she doesn’t get one. That’s her cue. She turns around and stomps away from the men into the hall. Angrily she grumbles about the two soldiers while stripping from her clothes. The need to shift and for some peace is growing, so why waiting. She’s just in her jeans and bra, a trail of discarded clothes behind her in the hallway, about to loosen the hooks of her bra as she comes across Sam. “Hey, Y/N. What are yo-” She notices his startled expression, though all she does is grunt at him and losing the last fabric that saved her boobs from the fresh air. Her pants and panties soon follow. She doesn’t bother with the shoes and socks but shifts swiftly until she’s hurrying along the corridors on four paws to Bruce’s door.

The moment she reaches her destination she finds herself in front of closed doors, though both her nose and ears indicate that the man in question is inside. She doesn’t hear much noise but the faint footsteps. He seems to walk around barefoot, quite a lot actually. Wondering what he’s up to, she sits down in front of the white wood, whining a bit and pawing at the door. Her nails make soft clicking noises against the wood and it doesn’t even take thirty seconds before it opens. “Y/N?” The curly haired man looks a bit startled, even if it’s not uncommon for Y/N to appear at his door. Though she’s mostly human, joining in on his meditation sessions or just drinking tea with him and chatting. Today’s different though, she seeks a calm and quiet spot. Bruce is just the one who provides that and always can guarantee for it. “Letting out a huff and laying down, head on her paws she glances at the man in question, quietly asking for permission to enter. Bruce’s surprise vanishes, making room for a fond smile. He takes a step back, making room for Y/N to enter which she promptly does. Her tail waggles as she rushes past him, ready to hop on the bed though she’s stopped immediately as she notices the big grey suitcase. Holding her head at an angle and whining she walks up to it, sniffing. It smells like Bruce and definitely holds some of his clothes already. Propping herself up, front paws on the mattress she manages to look inside. There are a few things already inside, making Y/N question why her oasis of tranquility needs a packed suitcase. Whining again, tail hanging between her legs she looks at Bruce. “I’m heading out first thing tomorrow morning. I have a conference and… just need some time alone. You know?” Oh, does Y/N know. She would like a vacation of her own too, and she’s not even the one constantly away on missions and appointments and stuff. Huffing she jumps fully onto the bed, circling around and invisible spot for a second until she found the perfect way to lay down. For a while she just watches Bruce pack his clothes and stuff he needs on his journey. It is calming. The way he folds and rolls his clothes to make everything fit inside, the silent footsteps and patter of his skin on the floor. It all almost makes her drift off. “Will you join me for meditation?” Bruce’s voice rips her away from the border of dreamland. Lifting her head up she notices that his suitcase and a duffle bag are stored by the door already and a dog bed has been pulled up, right next to the spot Bruce sits at. He pats the bed encouragingly and Y/N hops off the bed to join the man. Meditation as animal really only requires Y/N to lie in whichever spot Bruce choses for her and be a silent reminder of support, comfort and company. So, she rolls into a tight ball once again, huffing a bit in effort. It earns her a few amazing feeling strokes through her fur before soft music starts to play and Bruce’s breathing matches a soothing rhythm.

Y/N doesn’t hear the knock, nor the door open. The silent conversation between the two men is out of earshot. She’s not quite asleep but not awake either. She only really rouses after her whole bed starts moving. First squishing her, then bumpily upwards until it settles again. She whines high, uncomfortable in her new position, but the shushing is quick, followed by a kiss on her furry head. She feels a hand softly patting her back before her bed shakily moves yet again. A familiar smell slowly works its way through her sleepy haziness. It’s woody and metallic. Unmistakable Bucky. Against her will she feels her tail start to thump in a steady small rhythm, making the man chuckle. The sound alone confirms that Bucky’s the one carrying her and her bed through the hallway. The time she needs to fully wake up is enough for Bucky to reach his and Steve’s room and carry her inside only to discard the dog bed on their own bed. The brunette flops down beside her, hiding his face quickly into her flank with a tight embrace around her middle. He mumbles something she can’t make out. Her head lifts, originally to stare at the man in confusion but her focus swiftly shifts to the adjacent door of the bathroom. Steve walks out, not shower finished like she guessed but with a small, packed bag of toiletries in hand. His focus only shifts as he walks up to a duffle bag on the couch that Y/N also just notices. A small sound slips past her consciousness which makes Steve turn, his lips forming a small ‘o’ before a grin spreads and he walks up to her. “Hey, doll. You alright?” His hands come up, wrapping her head between them with warm and firm scratches. Her tail again thumbs against the bed, this time at a rapid speed. Until Bucky grumbles something and buries deeper into her fur. “You had us worried, we've been looking for you for a while. Should have thought of Bruce sooner.” He chuckles again, dryly this time which really makes Y/N think. He does sound upset by that. The blonde crouches down to be more at eye level with her and Y/N uses that to her advantage to lick his face. The man all but giggles, batting her head away with a careful swat. “We’re sorry that we made you upset and mad at us.” A hum from Bucky confirms Steve’s words, also that he’s not falling asleep as Y/N would have guessed. “We thought about what you said and actually think you might have a point, so we talked to Tony and Pepper, also to Fury, and got ourselves a last-minute vacation. We booked a small cottage far out in the mountains.” Laying her head at an angle again she whines sadly, tail instantly dropping. They are leaving for vacation? How long? All she really had wanted was for them to take a step back from missions, giving themselves and their bodies the time they need to recover and relax. A vacation probably crosses off all these points, though it means them actually leaving her behind, only to entertain herself with the others. “Hey, no sad whines, darling.” Bucky’s head has turned so he is actually audible to them, his hand on her other side strokes a slow rhythm into her fur as he speaks. “The cottage is kinda big. It has two bedrooms and two baths. We thought about a third person joining us. Also, it allows dogs, you know?” The smirk both men send her instantly shows what they mean. They want to take her with them. It’s no wonder to anyone then that Y/N jumps up, barking excitingly around the men, almost tackling Steve to the ground. It’s been a long while since he had a vacation, too.

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Running around new environments is always exciting, no matter for who, animal or human. Y/N feels it in a different way either way. It’s even stronger. The desire, the need to run around, sniff everything and explore even the smallest of things and the darkest corner. So far, she has been touring through the house two times. The first time was just to scout out how many rooms there are and what for. While she did that, she heard the boys carrying the bags inside. The second time she paid closer attention to each room, trying to find a possible favorite spot for their stay and to scout out who might have been here before. Did they have a dog? A cat?

So far, she has found no clue for either pet but that’s okay. At least she has found a spot in the living room that could be her new favorite for the vacation. It has a fireplace and a sheep’s fur in front of it. It’s cozy and Y/N can already picture herself lying in front of a burning fire, getting her fur warmed while she’s in a cozy doze. “Doll?” Steve’s voice rings through the house from further inside. Her head perks up but she doesn’t move an inch, much to Bucky’s amusement ass he enters the room. Neither of them indicates where she is. “Doll? Y/N?” Steve calls again with a pause before a low grumble is heard. As he enters the living room, he finds Y/N rolled up on the sheep’s fur and Bucky sitting on the couch. “Really?” Bucky barks out a laugh but Y/n stays as she is. It’s comfy and she rolled together perfectly. No one will get her up now. A hand softly strokes through her fur, ruffling it a bit, and then she has a head on her side. A confused whine leaves her. She lifts her head tiredly to inspect the happening only to find Steve lying on his side next to her with his head on her and his hand still stroking her. “I think you were right, doll. I already feel much more relaxed than before. Happily, she licks his hand and buries herself back into herself. Before she has time to really relax and drift off, she hears movement again and feels someone lie down beside her. Another hand joins her fur and another heavy head uses her as a pillow with a content sigh. Usually, she would have gotten up now. She’s no one’s pillow and even though she loves the boys she doesn’t make exceptions for them. Maybe she does just this once.

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