chin on the tank

Cat & Mouse:Rust

A/N:So didn’t mean to turn Randy into the bad guy but…the story writes it self. Also Luke Harper is in it and uncharacteristically chatty. lol

Warnings:Angst,Smut LOTS of it. Ritualistic Sex,Oral,Power Exchange. but still fluffy moments XD

This is the last part and therefore a lot longer than the others!

Part 3

I woke the next day to metal and chain breaking,then a male voice. 

“Roxy!” “Bray?” I wondered still half asleep. Then looked down at the dirt stained hem of my dress. It would have to be dry cleaned I thought to myself. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and raised my head up to see Randy’s bright blue eyes stare back at me with concern. “Roxy what happened? what did Bray do?” 

“Nothing. yet,but….” I frown wide eyed. “He’ll be here soon. I think. You should leave.” 

Randy grabs my hand. “Not without you.”

I look at him confused. “How did you find me? How did you even know?” 

“I heard you scream. I asked Luke for help and he brought me here.” 

I looked behind Randy finally noticing the wild eyed man standing guard by the exit. Before I could think I had climbed out of the cage and ran to hug Luke Harper. 

I couldn’t help it,he was still one of my boys whether a Wyatt or not. “I’ve missed you.” 

Luke gave me a warm smile,something he didn’t do very often,as he let go and placed both hands on my arms looking me straight in the eyes. “I missed you too. But Mother we have to go. Bray will be back,he can’t find us here.” 

“Let him come.” Said Randy. Luke just looked at Randy like he was crazy and Luke knew crazy. “Are you kidding? I’m not worried about us,i’m no longer under his spell. But Mother….” 

I looked at them. “Guys I’m not. I love Bray,I know he feels the same.” 

“It’s true Fath-Bray can barely function without Sister Abigail anymore.” Luke says. 

Randy just looks at me. “What about us?” I look away. “I don’t know…” 

Randy just sighs in exasperation. “We don’t have time to do this here.” That’s the last thing I hear as I feel a hit to my head and pass out. 

When I wake I’m on a soft bed,I groan getting up my head becoming dizzy for a moment.  I feel strong hands shore me up. “Careful Rox.” I knew that quiet tone had to be Randy.

“What happened? where…” I trail off wincing. “Am I?” I finish.

“You’re in my hotel room.” Randy answers. 

“What?!” I feel the back of my head. “Wait…did you knock me out?!” I exclaim aghast,hitting Randy hard on the arm. 

Randy rubs his arm in mock pain and grinned. “Yes because we needed to talk before Bray interrupted,I didn’t think you’d go willingly and I knew you could take it.” 

I gave him a look and say sarcastically. “Gee thanks. You are right though. Nia Jax hits harder than you.” 

It was time for Randy to look offended now but he just laughed. “Well I didn’t want you out cold.” Randy gave me a long look. “I assume Bray found out.”

I nodded. “I told you he would.” 

“I can deal with him. I can protect you. I’ve done it before.” Randy leaned over me,inches from my face. I could kiss him right now but it would only make things worse. 

So instead I put a hand on his chest and said. “You don’t need to. I told you Bray would never intentionally hurt me. But I hurt him so he’s acting out,he thinks I’m not Sister Abigail anymore.” 

Randy gives me an intense look. “You’re not.” 

“I am to him.” 

Randy plays lightly with my hair. “I am so much better for you.” “Randy…” I trail off as he touches my lips. 

Just then a knock sounded on the closed door and we froze or at least I did. “Luke?” I whispered. 

“No he went back to his room. I carried you in here.” Randy answered. 

We hear it again but this time it’s a tapping sound as a raspy sing song voice calls from the other side. “My dear I know you’re in there and I know who took you.” 

I start to say his name but Randy puts a hand over my mouth and a finger to his own lips as he slides off of me and crouches to the floor facing the door. 

Another knock and Bray’s voice sounds again. “Randy My boy,let her go or we’ll have to have our fighter earlier than Tuesday.” 

My eyes widen as the door opens and Randy says “No Problem.” A glint in his eye,Randy springs up as Bray steps in and gives him an RKO out of nowhere!

“Bray!” I cry as i get up then kneeling to where Bray lay there,he was breathing and conscience but not getting up anytime soon. “Randy what the hell?!” I yell angrily. “That is not helping things!” I wipe away an angry tear as I check on Bray. “You’ll be okay.” I whisper to him.

Randy just looks at me,unfazed. “What did you expect? I told you what I would do. I mean what i say.” 

I just shake my head,frustrated. “Forget it. I can’t deal with this right now. I have to get Bray back to our room. I need help. Rowan!” I yell,hoping he’s nearby. 

Eric shows up,takes one look at Bray on the floor and Randy standing there arms crossed,and makes a beeline towards Randy who is instantly alert. 

I’m faster,barely. I stand between them arms out as they glare at each other. “Not now boys. That’s enough!” I grab Rowan by the beard to make him look at me. “Eric Daddy’s hurt.” “Yeah and he did it.” Eric growls. 

“I know. But right now Bray needs your help to get back to his room. So no fighting,yet.” I give Randy a glare as I say the last word. 

Randy’s arrogance dissipates for a moment as he goes to reach for me. “Roxy.”

“No Randy I can’t do this right now.” I help Rowan with Bray and,looking over my shoulder,see Randy drop to the bed head in his hands. But I don’t have time to sooth egos,as I walk out the door. 


Once we were in the room I had Rowan lay him on the bed. I thanked him then laid beside Bray as Rowan left. 

Bray might be mad at me right now but we still loved each other,I knew that. I didn’t want to let him go while he still wanted me here,I knew by him coming to get me that Bray wouldn’t let me go either.  I lied there my arms around him and closed my eyes,the rhythm of his breathing lulling me to sleep. 

I woke up a few hours later to an empty bed. I sat up in worry until I heard the sound of a chair squeaking. 

I looked over to see Bray sitting in his rocking chair rocking slowly back and forth. Dressed in white pants and a black tank top. His chin was resting on one hand and he seemed lost in thought,his long dreads falling in his face,he didn’t seem to notice me until I stood up.

Bray raised his head then,shaking the dreads from out of his face. I stood there suddenly nervous and self conscious as he stared at me. I wasn’t sure how focused he was on me until he gave a ghost of a smile and held out a hand. 

“Ah you’re awake,come here Roxy.” I frowned in concern,he never called me by my wrestling name. 

I was Abigail,his lamb,sometimes just Sister. But never Roxy. That name came with ties,My last name WAS Mcmahon after all,he liked to think I was his alone. I winced. I suppose that wasn’t true anymore. 

I walked to him and took his hand. “How are you feeling?” I asked. Bray looked up at me,the small smile he gave making him appear more innocent then he was. 

“Much better no thanks to Randy.” His eyes darkened for a moment before turning his attention back to me. “Thank you for helping me.” 

“Of course Bray.” The fact that he thanked me meant that he wasn’t sure that I would have helped him or not. I bit my lip before saying. “I noticed you didn’t call me your little lamb.”

Bray’s hand stilled on mine from where he’d been rubbing and my hand became cold from his lack of touch. “Are you still though? Mine?” His voice broke on the last word and I raised his face to look at me. His eyes were no longer angry or distant.Just hurt and sad. 

My heart broke and shutting my eyes I came to a decision. “I am. I want to be.” I opened my eyes and stared into his. “I won’t be with Randy,not if it means I lose you,lose this family.”

“Truly?” Bray looked skeptical,but I placed my forehead against his. “Yes but please no more cages. have it out with me if your angry.” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you. Not like that.” Bray said softly. “I was actually coming to talk to you after I calmed down. But then Randy and Luke took you.”

“Eric told me you were planning on punishing me.” I told him.

“I was.” Bray took my hands then as I stood,only in my underwear,between his legs. “But I decided better of it,as angry as I was,thinking of all the things…”He trails off. “Well,I’ll save those methods for Orton. But…” He stares at me serious,that dark glint returning to his eyes. “I can’t let you off the hook. We need Sister Abigail.All of her.”

“Then take all of her.” I said staring at him,his blue eyes darkening with intensity. Without another word I climbed on top of Bray as he puts his hands on my hips. 

He gives me a lustful,possessive gaze as he trails kisses down my arms and wrists,he kisses my stomach then nips at my side. I jump when he bites down on my other side. 

Bray gives me a sly smile then rubs where he had bitten and makes a soft noise. “Shhh. I won’t hurt you,anymore than you want me too Little Lamb.” 

My eyes close and I drop my head back as he wraps his hands around my shoulders. “ I want you to do whatever you see fit My Lord.” 

I feel Bray take a breath as he brings me down for a kiss. “As you wish My love.” 

One minute we were making out in his chair and the next Bray was carrying me over to the bed,one hand encircling my waist,the other tangled in my hair as he kissed me passionately. 

Bray lays me down onto the bed. Trailing his finger tips down my body,his long dreads brushing my skin as the same time he did. His gaze locking onto me felt like he was trying to see through to my soul,and maybe he was,but I could also see apprehension there and also Possessiveness. 

I touched his hair. “I love you Daddy.” I needed him to know,i really did. That seemed to chase the doubts from his eyes as he gave me a soft smile.

“I love you too little lamb.” He whispered as he trailed more kisses down my neck and taking my bra off expertly,kissed my breasts,biting my nipples. I shut my eyes as that euphoric feeling came over me. 

As Bray let up on my breasts,he loomed over me,his gaze was hypnotic as he lightly ran his fingers across my face and then my lips,as if memorizing them. 

“Open.” Bray ordered. I opened my mouth as he put two fingers in and my tongue licked and sucked on them. My head lolled back as my eyes rolled closed,wishing it was more than just his fingers. As Bray’s head did the same and his eyes closed with a shudder,I’m pretty sure he was wishing the same thing. 

Bray removed his fingers then and placed his hands on my hips as he slid down,kissing and licking down my body as he did so. My eyes opened but I knew the look was far away and not all there. 

As I felt how I felt the first time and every other time with Bray. Like I wasn’t in my body,I was in another world whenever he touched me. I had forgotten how that felt. But he would remind me. 

This time was like the first,A Spiritual union,a Magic ritual,A connection filled with suspense,passion and worship. My heart swelled as I put my hand through his rough hair. I didn’t just love him,he was My God and you defied a god at your own peril. 

I looked down through half lidded eyes when he stopped and looked at me a wide grin on his face as he slowly pulled down my underwear. Bray stopped at my opening seeming to study it for the first time. “Randy Orton had this. Randy was the last one to taste you.” It wasn’t a question but I Iet out a guilty, “Yes.” 

Then a yelp as Bray pinched my clit harshly. “Lets remedy that shall we? I think you need to be reminded of why they call me the eater of worlds.” 

With that Bray parted my legs further as he gave a slow lick to my insides testing the waters. At my nod and sharp intake of breath he puts his tongue inside me harder and with more need,as I wrapped a hand in his hair to keep him there. 

I didn’t need to worry as he gripped my thighs tighter,they’d be bruised in the morning but I didn’t care,as his tongue plunged in to me I felt the bristles of his beard as his teeth grazed over me,then Bray opened his mouth and took all of me as he bit down,hard. I cried out as my body jerked in pleasure and pain.  

Bray lifted his head. “So you don’t forget what I can do. I told you I can be incredibly generous or I can take what I want.” I knew than that this wasn’t all fun,for me at least,but I would learn to play the game or be conquered. Not that I minded. 

My thoughts dissipated as Bray brought his tongue down on my clit,flicking it over and over,pushing two fingers into me as fast as he could. Not letting up as I came with a cry and moan of pleasure,my back arching up off the bed. Bray sucked my pussy hard as I came into his mouth,breathing heavy. 

Bray let up and crawled up me,licking my lips as he gave me a wide sadistic smile. “That is only the first time of many that you will come for me. So many more.” He promised his eyes wide. “Find me.” 

My eyes closed,I felt a brush of fingertips across my face then nothing but a cold breeze as his body heat left mine. I slowly opened my eyes still under the spell that Bray wore over himself like an invisible cloak. 

I realized then that he was gone. The Room dark. I start to panic for a second but then tell myself that this was part of his game,he wanted me to chase him and to chase me. *Just like the first time.* I remembered. 

The lights flicker on then and I hear the creak of a door as I see The Bureau in the corner slowly open a crack. I slide off the bed,still a bit shaken from earlier,but in a good way,and walked towards the bureau. I noticed I wasn’t cold despite being naked. Then I heard and felt the warmth from a heater,i smiled slightly. 

I turned my attention back to the bureau opening one of the doors slowly,it was then I saw a white dress hanging up. It wasn’t my old Sister Abigail dress but a new one. Same long sleeves but tighter,same boned sides but zipped in the back like a bustier to make it easier to get on by myself I realized. The silky material of the skirt flowed but was cut short in front and long in back. 

This dress was beautiful but still practical and I knew where I was heading next as I slid on the dress,the back of the hem reaching just past my knees. I forgo shoes and underwear,I wouldn’t be needing them. 

I left the room then,quietly padding down the hall and out the exit. A large forest surrounded the hotel that was in front and I walked towards it at a brisk pace,grateful the night air was warm with a slight breeze.

When I reached the wooded entrance my pace slowed and I walked cautiously. My feet going from the feel of cold concrete to damp soft dirt and twigs. 

Suddenly I felt a warm breath on my neck and voice that I knew as Bray’s,whispered in an alluring yet commanding tone. “Run.” then he was gone. 

I gave a slow smile,so that’s what he wanted, my darling boy wanted to play Cat & Mouse. My heart in my throat but a fire building down below,I took a breath and ran,looking for clues to where he wanted me to go. I found them in the form of Fireflies lighting up one area in the center of the woods. My eyes lit up as I ran towards them. I could hear his footsteps now,the breaking of heavy boots on branches as Bray came for me and wanted me to KNOW he was coming for me. 

Then I heard his loud and captivating voice as he called for me. “My dear lamb,where are you darling?” I could tell by his tone that he was enjoying this. So was I to be honest. I grinned running away from his footsteps,even as I wanted to run towards them.

I ran towards The Fireflies instead,to where he wanted me to go. Those bright bugs brightening up the night sky. I saw him then as I broke into the clearing.

Bray stood in front of a tree,besides his clothes from earlier he also had on a distressed soft blue jean vest,the hood shrouding his face,lantern in hand. Which he blew out when I got to close. It got darker and harder to see as I stepped closer to the tree and noticed he was gone. 

I put a hand on the tree and felt leather straps tied around it. “Bray where are you?” I whispered. “I’m here.” I heard a voice and felt him behind me. 

Before I could react he had turned me around and pushed me against the trunk of the tree,his body pinning me against it. 

“Are you ready?” Bray asked his eyes glinting in the fireflies light,a devilish grin on his face. 

I nodded breathless. My heart pounding in both fear and anticipation. “So ready,Big Daddy.” I give him a wide grin,peering up at him underneath my hair. 

“Good.” Bray grabs my wrists tying them together with the strap around the trunk. Lifting up the skirt of my dress,he palms my ass digging his fingernails in. “I see someone forgot underwear.” Bray growled. 

I winced when he dragged his fingernails up one ass cheek,leaving red claw marks. “I didn’t think I’d need them.” 

“It’s true Daddy forgot to lay some out. Regardless My Baby Doll shouldn’t have been so presumptuous or so eager.”  bray growls into my ear as he yanks my head back. “But Daddy has been waiting for this for too long to go slow now.” 

I hear him undo his pants as they drop,picking me up he drives his hard cock into me as I wrap my legs around him. My hands gripping onto the tree for support as he fucks me fast and hard. His hands on either side of me,he captures my lips with his own,his tongue exploring my mouth as he kisses me as hard and deep as he fucks me. “Oh My God Bray.” I moan around his lips.

“Well you’re right about that I AM your God.” Bray snarls against my lips. As he grips my ass with both hands driving himself deeper into me,as far as he can go. I have no control and I don’t want it. 

“Come My little Lamb.” Bray whispers in my ear. I press my lips together holding in a moan but Bray yanks my head back. “Don’t hold back Little one. Scream for me.” He demands softly as he grips my throat,the other still gripping my hair and looks me straight in the eye,that wild hypnotic look back on his face. At that look and his constant pounding into me I cum instantly. Not letting up he cums with me as I scream his name,my body tightening around his. 

After I lay my head on his chest,trying to catch my breath. Bray pulls out of me,then walks behind the tree to untie me. I almost fall,I had forgotten how draining a spiritual communion could be,but Bray catches me in his strong arms. “Careful Darling.”  Bray lifts my head up. “Can you finish?” I nod. I may be weak now,but I’m not sated,I can still feel the magic pull on us,they are not done with us,with me yet. 

Bray scoops me up into his arms. “Good. I told you I’d make you cum many more times than that.” Bray brings me deeper into the woods,I turn my head from his chest and see a large slab of concrete with a blanket over it and candles circling the outside. 

It was time. Truly time to be his again,to be one again. 

Bray laid me down,taking my dress off and then stripping himself. We stare at one another for a moment. The heat pooled in my stomach,my pussy tingling at the sight of him and the fact that he was hard again. Despite the cold. That’s sex magic for you. 

“You know what needs to happen now. You can’t have the pleasure without the pain.” Bray says roughly as he slowly grabs a leather flogger and walks gradually around the makeshift Altar,he trails the flogs tassels down my body with drawn out purpose. 

I close my eyes sedately. “Please.” Bray lifts the flogger from my body. “please what?” “Please My Master,hurt me.” My voice catches on the last words but I manage to get them out and I can practically feel Bray’s wicked side emerge as he lands the flog hard against my skin.   I hear the whistle of the wind as he snaps the flog down onto my stomach. I flinch involuntarily,but lift my body up slightly so he knows I want more. 

“How’s that My Lamb?” Bray asks,his voice taking on that sadistic,dominant tone I loved. “Very good Master. More….please.”

 I don’t have to ask twice as Bray lands quick lashes to my stomach with the flog. One ends up being too hard and slices my stomach. I bit my lip in pain but say nothing. Bray stops in concern. “Lamb?” I shake my head. “No Master. it’s alright,it’s what she wants.” 

Even so Bray switches gears and strokes a hand up my inner thigh,trailing the flogger up me. “Open.” He demand’s and I open my legs. taking in a breath as with a sharp sting the flogger hits my pussy. I cry out and am almost in tears by the time the 4th one is done and Bray puts the flog down,crawling over me,I open my eyes as he hovers over me and touches my face. 

“Hush My love,you’re safe.” He stares down at me,his eyes Spellbinding. “You are so Beautiful.” He says to me. I smile as he kisses me gently on the lips. Bray reaches down to touch me and smirks. “Well how about that.You came again.” 

I look at him surprised,I hadn’t even noticed. I had been so lost in everything,the pain,the magic,his power. I hadn’t even felt the third orgasm. 

“Why don’t we let you have one you can feel. But first…Daddy Bray needs some too.” I know what he means as his dick brushes my lips,I open automatically as he slides himself into my mouth and I begin to suck. Bray thrust in deeper and faster as he grabs my chin and makes me open wide,basically mouth fucking me. 

“Just your tongue.” Bray orders. As my tongue darts out swirling around his head then licking the length of him,Bray grabs my hair and roughly pulls me up,moving his hips as he goes deeper into my mouth.  I press my mouth around his dick,sucking hard. That’s all it takes as Bray groans out,his eyes  closing,head back,making a fist in my hair,he shudders when the tip of him touches the back of my throat as he cums,spilling down my throat. I miraculously don’t choke as it goes down smoothly and doesn’t taste bad,thank the lady. 

Bray lets go of my hair,breathing heavy,sweat glistening,he lets me stroke a hand through his beard as he kisses me softly. “My turn.” His eyes glinting wickedly,Bray swiftly puts a hand up me. I gasp in surprise but also want. 

Bray stops,his hand stilling inside me. He gives me a slow smirk. He want me to beg. 

I stare at him,eyes pleading. “Please My Lord,please make me cum again.” I should be spent,exhausted. But I’m not,I needed to cum one more time. 

“As you wish dear. Lets see if I can’t make it a fourth time,shall I.” With those words,Bray sucks on my nipples,rolling his tongue around the edges as he pulls his hand out of me,I start to protest,when he immediately puts three fingers inside my wet pussy to reach my G spot,curling his fingers he pumped while the other hand stroked my sensitive clit. 

I cried out,My pussy going numb with each stroke,he went slow at first then faster as my body shook and my eyes widened,I literally saw stars explode behind them,I felt like I was going to pass out as my orgasm built then ripped through me in a rush,my pussy clenching then pulsing around his fingers. I screamed out his name then,cumming again as he whispered.                 “Come back to me Sister Abigail.” 

Bray removed his hands from me then looking into my eyes,I knew he could see it all,My feelings for him,the passion,our connection. She was back,I didn’t need to say anything,as he kissed me deeply,he knew it all. 

I love you Bray.” I managed to say,my orgasm finally subsiding. “I love you too Abigail.” 

Spent,breathless and tired we laid there as Bray stroked my hair. I couldn’t help but wonder,although my crush on Orton had dissipated. “Bray what are you going to do about Randy?” 

Bray tensed beside me and said in a low dangerous tone. “Don’t you worry. I’ll deal with Randall. I-we well get our Payback.” 

Bray relaxed then and kissed my forehead a hand on my cheek. “For now lets get some sleep. Restore our energy.” 

I murmured in agreement and laid my head on his chest as we lay there,entwined in each others bodies,naked underneath the warm night air,The hoot of distant Owls,the sway of the trees,the flicker of candles and fireflies. Protected and sated as The Lord and Lady watched over us. 

tagging: @moxley-master @blondekel77 @kravekitty

Aftershocks Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Captain America

Warnings: PTSD, ALL THE FLUFF, and a bit of smut too ;) (This is just the beginning, the smut storm is coming)

Word Count: 3625 (I know, I’m a wordy mother fucker) 

Summary: After your first mission you seek comfort in Bucky, finding more than just reassuring words. 

Authors Note: Uggg this might be my favorite bit so far but I feel that way about every new piece. This one is a little longer than usual and part 8 will be as well but that’s because part 8 is gonna be smut city. Thank you so much for reading this and all the lovely words of encouragement, let me know how you all like this one, feedback is deeply appreciated. Tagging is open, just ask <3

Tags: @crapythings @buckyismyaesthetic @endless-dawn

Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene

You finally arrive back at the compound and everyone goes their separate ways to shower and recover. “Any injuries go to the medical bay,” Cap orders, “The rest of you, get cleaned up and get some sleep, we’ll debrief tomorrow. Good work today team.” You move forward, slightly dazed, gliding down the hallway. It is only when a slight pressure is applied to your hand that you realize your fingers are still interlocked with Bucky’s. 

He moves you forward down the hall until stopping in front of your door, “You alright doll?” He questions, noticing your vacant expression, concern etched across his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired. Need a break. Shower.” He continues to look at you, trying to read your face, you smile weakly. “Ok…” he says tentatively, squeezing your hand gently. “If you need anything, I’m right down the hall,” he smiles, that perfect little half smirk, “we both know I don’t really sleep so don’t hesitate.” 

“Thank you” you sigh, giving his hand a tight squeeze, your arms aching to be wrapped around him again, your chest wanting nothing more than to be pressed against his, your eyes swim with desire and confusion. He gently raises your hand to his lips, brushing a small kiss across your knuckles, his blue eyes not moving from your face, “Goodnight.” 

The moment is over before you even realize it happened, he leaves you, standing there with your heart pounding in your chest, watching his perfect form as he strides down the hallway. You sigh, retiring to your room and to a much-needed shower.


You sob gently into your pillow, your wet hair adding to the saturation. Sleep is not something you are afforded tonight, your head battling with painful memories, making your heart race and your body shake. You get up to go get some water from the kitchen, walking down the hallway you stop to stare at Bucky’s door, a light shines underneath the crack between the door and the floor. 

You take a deep breath, debating whether or not to knock. You bite your lip, throwing caution to the wind as your knuckles gently rap against the wood. The door creaks open slightly at the force of your knock but there is no response on the other side. “Bucky” you whisper tentatively, stepping cautiously into the room. 

The light is on in his bathroom and you can here gruff and strained noises coming from him. You step warily towards the noises, taking a sharp intake of breath as you catch site of his shirtless form in the mirror, as he digs at a hole on his back. 

“Bucky” you splutter, identifying the mark as a gun shot wound, “Y/N” he stammers out, his face flooding with shock and embarrassment, “are you ok, what’s wrong?” He abandons his medical instruments and moves quickly to you, taking your hands gingerly in his. 

“You’re hurt,” you whimper, “You got shot. Why didn’t you… why didn’t you say anything, or go to the medical bay?” He smiles slightly at how concerned you are about him, his face flushing with joy, but then breaks your gaze, eyes moving to the floor sheepishly. “You… you got shot protecting me, didn’t you?” “It’s fine doll, it’s just a bullet wound, it’ll heal, just have to get the damn bullet out.” 

You stare at him for a moment, his eyes focused on the floor, his shoulders hunching slightly in shame. You nod and release his hands, moving forward into the bathroom and picking up the tools that he had left abandoned on the sink. “Come here,” you instruct him, your voice firm, almost scolding. 

He smiles at your tone, “I’m in trouble now, huh” he laughs guiltily at your stern expression. “Sit” you instruct, pointing to the toilet, he lowers himself onto the closed lid, straddling the cold porcelain, his sweatpants straining across his thick thighs. You move behind him, noticing the perfection of his carved shoulder muscles, peppered with scars and burns. 

You set to work on his right shoulder, gently cleaning the wound before digging in it with forceps. He sits very still, not making a sound, not even flinching. You hear the steadiness of his breathing and try to take a deep breath yourself to steady your own hands. Your palms grow slick as you feel the intensity of the heat radiating from his bare back.  

You finally make contact with the bullet and with a smooth pull you are able to extract it. “Thanks” he sighs; making to stand up, you push him back down “Sit. I’m not done with you” he grins at your firmness, “As you wish” He chuckles quietly, resting his chin on his forearms as he leans against the water tank. You clean the wound once more before stitching the skin together; you then wrap it carefully with gauze and tape. 

“There” you finish, washing your hands off in the sink. “Good as new” He smiles standing to admire your patch job in the mirror. “So help me god Bucky,” you turn round to face him, aware of your uncomfortably close proximity to his bare chest, “if you ever get hurt and lie to me about it again, I will kill you myself” He smiles at your concern, “Understood” he says, wrapping you in a gentle hug, his hand finding it’s way into your hair again. 

You breath deeply taking in his scent as your arms wrap easily around him, as if they already knew their place. You feel your whole body slacken into his warmth, your muscles relaxing for the first time since the mission. 

“Now,” he continues, hands moving to your hips and suddenly applying pressure, picking you up and plopping you down on the bathroom counter at his eye level, “Why did you come over?” He asks, hand moving to your cheek, his thumb pressing small circles into your smooth skin. The tip of it grazing the dark circles under your reddened eyes, he looks so worried, so gentle, how could this be the same man who lost his temper with Sam, who tore through so many Hydra agents earlier.  But it was, he was the same man that held your hand on the plane and helped you keep control. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks gently, interrupting your thoughts. 

You nod your head, softly pressing your cheek into his hand. “Come on.” he says, picking up your hands as you hop off the bathroom counter, he leads you back into his bedroom. “Here,” he pulls back the thick navy comforter on his mattress, motioning for you to get in the bed. “Bucky, it’s fine, it’s just a few nightmares, I’ll just watch some tv.” You insist, feeling as if you are encroaching. 

“You know,” He sits on the foot of the bed, holding back the comforter to expose soft gray sheets, “when Steve first found me I couldn’t get through the night without screaming, he would sleep in my room every night until it started to get better.” You stare for a moment before nodding calmly, you slowly move forward towards the bed, towards him. “Sometimes it just helps knowing you have someone here with you.” He finishes, gazing up at you. 

You stand in front of him, hands shaking slightly as you steady your breathing. “It just feels so real sometimes. It feels like I’m back there, trapped again.” You whisper as his warm fingers find your hand once again, sending a jolt to your stomach at his touch. “I know. It will get better in time, I promise. But you should get some sleep,” he pats the exposed sheet next to him, you nod, grateful for his offer. 

You move forward and sit on the bed, lifting your legs onto the soft mattress as he stands and draws the blanket up around your shoulders, his fingertips gently grazing along your curves. You take a deep breath, biting your lip at his touch, your head swimming, his sheets smelling of his intoxicating scent. 

He moves around his room as you lay there, heart pounding, waiting for his presence in the bed. He sets a glass of water beside you and goes to rummage in a drawer, pulling a tank top gingerly over his head “I won’t ever let them take you.” He confesses, turning around to make eye contact with you as he settles into the chair beside the bed, leaning forward to cradle your face gently in his warm palm.

“I told you, I will always protect you, I promised you that…” You bite your lip, gazing up at him, heart pounding quickly as heat radiates from his palm on your face down through your stomach and between your legs, you inhale sharply as you feel your clit twinge slightly. 

He gazes at you, something flashing in his eye as he abruptly pulls away, clearing his throat awkwardly as he settles back in the chair, “Humf, I mean… ahem… We all will. All the Avengers. We’ll protect you. You’re safe here.” He finishes awkwardly, fingers tapping uncomfortably on his thigh, his eyes looking around the room, looking at anything but you. 

He suddenly pulls a blanket from beside the chair and raises the footrest, making to settle into a sleeping position, continuing his campaign to look anywhere but at you. You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you realize that he will sleep on the chair, not with you. Never with you. 

He would rather sleep on a chair than share a bed with you. “Goodnight” he grumbles, closing his eyes and feigning intense exhaustion. “Goodnight” you whisper, a lump hard in your throat. You curl up in a ball, forcing yourself to stay in the bed and not make it more awkward. You squeeze your eyes shut, confining the stinging tears.

Bucky’s POV:

His fingertips glide over her skin, his brain whirring as he feels the soft heat of her every curve. His eyes flicker up from the progress of his hands to her face. Her delicate face, the rosiness of her cheeks making his own flush, he groans internally as she bites her lip, that plump bottom lip, how I wish I could bite it, suck on it, taste the perfection of her mouth.

He felt his cock twitch warningly in his sweatpants and turned quickly away from her, bustling around his room, trying to regain control. He brings her over a glass of water, stealing one more glance at her perfect features, watching her face curl into his pillow and wishing that it were him beneath her soft cheek. 

He turns away once more, pulling a tank top from his drawer and stretching it over his head.  “I won’t ever let them take you.” He confesses, turning around to face her, her sparkling eyes, wide and staring, he falters slightly, noticing the red tint now flushed in her pouted lips from her biting. 

He breathes shallowly, giving into his urge to be near her again and positioning himself in the chair next to the bed. I wish I could hold you, wrap you in my arms and make you feel safe. He thought, wishing to climb over her body and sink into the bed beside her. 

In a hope to satisfy his craving to be near her he leans forward and gently places his right hand on her exposed cheek, letting his fingers slide softly into her hairline. “I told you, I will always protect you, I promised you that…” He implores, looking for some indication that that was what she wanted, that she needed him, wanted him. 

She bites her lip again her heart rate quickening beneath his hand, her wide eyes stare up at him. He thinks about curling his fingers into her long silk hair and crushing his lips against hers, drawing redness too them with the pressure of his kiss. She inhales sharply; he quickly retracts his hand, fearing that he’s scared her. 

It’s too much for her, he thought, cursing himself for pushing it, Of course she’s scared of you, how could she not be scared of you? “Humf, I mean… ahem… We all will. All the Avengers. We’ll protect you… You’re safe here.” He finishes awkwardly, tapping uncomfortably on his thigh, hoping that she’s ok, but unable to look at her. Unable to control himself if he saw those eyes again. 

He moves swiftly, drawing a blanket around himself and shifting into a sleeping position, forcing out a fake yawn. “Goodnight” he grumbles, squeezing his eyes shut. “Goodnight” she whispers, her soft voice causing his stomach to tighten, as he imagines her whispered word at his ear, her breath against his skin and her small form wrapped in his arms.



“NOOOOO!!!! PLEASE!!!!” Bucky sits bolt upright, quickly turning to see your thrashing body in the bed in front of him, your sobbing cries gurgling out of your mouth. He moves quickly until his hands are at your shoulders, gently shaking you, “Y/N! Y/N honey wake up, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream!” Your eyes finally flash open, your breathing ragged as you focus on the man in front of you, his eyes two glowing blue specks in the dark, you start to sob, shaking and bending forward into his arms. 

In one swift motion his arms are under you, lifting you out of the tangle of blankets and into a cradled position. He sits back down on the bed, bringing you to rest in his lap, holding you closely and making gentle shushing noises. “It’s ok, you’re safe, I got you. It was just a dream. You’re safe.” You cry softly into his shoulder as you melt against him, your heart rate beginning to slow as you regain control of your breathing. 

“Bucky” you whimper pathetically as you grip at his shirt, pulling yourself more securely into his grasp. “I know, I’m here doll. Not going anywhere.” He answers softly, moving the arm behind your back up slightly to cradle your neck and rub gently at your scalp. 

You shiver slightly and he moves backwards onto the bed, pulling you smoothly with him, as he wraps you both back in the comforter. “You… In my dream… my nightmare… I lost you.” You sputter, trying to explain your distress. “Don’t worry love, I’m not that good at hide and seek.” He jokes, you feel the rumble of the small laugh in his chest and you can’t help but smile slightly at the sound. 

“No,” you continue, tilting your head up to him, seeing his eyes staring down at you. “You died. There was nothing I could do, I lost you.” You choke on another sob as a beaming smile spreads across his face, his hand moving up to cup your jaw. “I’m not going anywhere doll” he reassures you. “It was just so real” you continue, shaking slightly, your fingers gripping tighter on his shirt. 

He moves to shift you, sliding you off of his lap and to his side, keeping his right arm wrapped around your shoulders as he slides you both into a laying position in the bed. “Here,” he says as he gently repositions your head onto his hot chest, pulling you even closer to his body. 

Your heart speeds up as you lay on him, every inch of your body pressing against his smooth, muscled, form. “You hear that?” he asks, his hand reaching up around you to knot in your hair again, pulling soothingly at your damp locks. “That’s my heartbeat, I’m alive. I’m right here next to you.” He sighs gently as you swing your arm over his torso, encasing him in your own embrace. 

“I’m not going anywhere” he whispers, his lips gently ghosting over your hairline as you curl into him tighter still. Feeling safe in his arms. Feeling warm. You smile softly as your mind relaxes, reveling in the feeling of his rough fingertips gliding over your soft skin, breathing in rhythm with his rising and falling chest. You sigh contentedly, and allow yourself to drift off again, knowing, that you are safe.  


Thump. You move slightly, adjusting the pressure of your hips, hearing the sound of fast movement through the hall. You curl in deeper, the warmth of the bed swallowing your relaxed body, feeling a slight pressure of heat against your back and across your stomach. 

You stir more actively now, rolling your shoulders and motioning to move your hand, finding it interlocked with the warm, long fingers of the arm stretched underneath your head. You shift slightly, causing Bucky to stir behind you, his metal arm curling tighter around your abdomen, pulling you closer. You stretch cautiously, rolling your hips back against him, not wanting to wake him but needing the movement. 

You hear him moan quietly behind you, his hot breath tickling your neck. Something jumps in the pit of your stomach, forcing your legs to squeeze tightly together in response to the heat rising at the apex of your thighs. His metal arm moves down your stomach, sliding under your shirt, fingers lightly playing at the waistband of your shorts. Your breath catches in your throat, the heat in your core begging for his fingers to travel lower. 

He pulls you tighter to him, his hips curling up against your backside. You can feel the stiff pressure of his thick cock, hard against your ass, straining against his sweatpants. You concentrate on the pressure, him grinding against you ever so slightly. His breathing growing slightly labored as his heavy breaths brush against your neck. You feel the wetness pool between your thighs, forcing your awareness of how badly you want him, how badly you need him. 

You can’t help but imagine the satisfying feeling of his thickness sliding into you, wanting his hands to dig into your skin as his hips slam against you. You moan inaudibly, arching your back slightly, forcing the curve of your ass to grind harder into his swollen member, you are met with a sharp intake of breath behind you and an increased pressure on your abdomen. 

He clears his throat, finally starting to wake up and come to full attention. His shoulders tense beside you as he becomes aware of his actions, dislodging his hips from behind you and distancing your bodies except for his arm still trapped underneath your head. 

You wince at the sudden cold now tickling your skin, the lack of his heat not being the only thing you miss, you exhale slowly trying to regain control and frustratingly aware of the wetness between your legs. You make to turn to face him and meet his closed eyes and furrowed brow. “Bucky,” you whisper with concern, he purses his lips opening his eyes and looking down at you. 

“Morning,” he says politely, redness rising in his cheeks. “Morning…“ you repeat back slowly, confusion etched across your face. You thought for a moment that he wanted you, that he needed you the way you needed him, the distant expression on his face now told you otherwise. You were just a warm body to a sleepy man. 

“Buck?” you hear a knock on the door and Steve’s anxious voice radiates through the walls. You tense, freezing in bed, eyes wide, staring at Bucky as his arm stiffens under your shoulders. He slowly presses a finger to his lips, you nod in understanding. “Yeah pal?” He answers, eyebrows rising, gaze locked on the door. “Have you seen Y/N this morning, I can’t find her anywhere and I wanted to check on her before debrief.” 

Bucky looks down at you smirking slightly, you slowly shake your head, and he suppresses a chuckle. “Can’t say that I have, bud, sorry. Try the training room, she sometimes likes to workout around this time.” He finishes, barely keeping his composure. “Ok, thanks, let her know I’m looking for her if you see her.” Steve finishes, disappointed. 

You hear his footsteps pad heavily down the hall as you sit up in the bed, dislodging yourself from Bucky’s warmth. He smiles behind you, eyes locked on your curves, your tight shirt drawing attention to your hard nipples, exposed in the cold air. “Steve is looking for you.” Bucky laughs moving slightly to drag an arm back around your waist. 

Not noticing his move, you stand up, removing yourself from the bed. “Thanks,” you roll your eyes, reaching for a sweatshirt on his desk chair, “Kinda got that impression.” You slide the sweatshirt over your head; it’s size swallowing you whole. Bucky snickers at the site of you, “By all means borrow my clothing, no need to ask.” His joke elicits an eyebrow raise from you. “It looks better on me anyway,” you grumble, pressing your ear to the door. 

“That it does, can’t argue with you there” Bucky smiles, eyes scanning the exposed skin of your thighs peaking out under the hem of his sweatshirt, “What are you doing?” he questions noticing your curious actions against the door. “Making sure that no one is in the hallway” you respond, preoccupied with your listening. 

His face falls, the smile quickly slipping off it as he gets up quickly from the bed, “Right,” he grumbles, “wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.” You turn around to say more but only catch the whisper of his steps as he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. You feel a sinking in the pit of your stomach, “Bucky,” you whisper, as you hear the shower turn on. You sigh as you take your leave, quietly slipping out of his room and into the empty hallway.

The problem with being the local animal person is as soon as someone wants to get rid of a critter they call you first.

And the bigger problem is when you start thinking about what cages and supplies you have before they even tell you what it is.

Random Mass Effect headcanon -
(several decades after the Reaper War)

“We don’t see many asari in this part of Tuchanka.”

She didn’t reply to the remark. It was offhand yet deliberate. A means of sizing her up, which he also did with his eyes. Not in a lascivious manner - more like she was some livestock being judged for the proper ratio of fat to muscle.

“Huh.” He scratched idly at his neck. “So why me? Plenty of other crews to join up with if you’re feeling restless and looking for a job where you might get to put a bullet in someone’s gut.”

“I heard your team was the best.” She leveled her gaze at him. Not a challenge, not quite.

He crossed his arms and snorted. “Of course we are. But we work our tails off for that. We don’t just take on any welp or maiden looking to flex their muscles and play badass.” He turned back to the Tomkah he had been working on, a shift of interest, a dismissal. “You gotta have quads to join up though. And to last.”

“My father was krogan.” She said it low, half a whisper, almost a threat. He turned to look back at her and his eyes narrowed.

“Having a krogan daddy doesn’t give you any claim…”

She stepped closer, shoulders back and chin slightly raised. “So says the tank-born.” She rocked backwards then surged forward, slamming her forehead into his.

He reeled a fraction, and for a moment one hand wavered over the pistol at his side. She continued to face him with her feet planted firm but she was wincing. A thin line of blood had slid down into her left eye to make a bloom of purple shadow.

They stood in tense silence until he began to laugh. “Well shit. Maybe you do have the quads.” He tossed her a rag from his workbench and she caught it deftly, disregarding the smears of grease to dab at her wounded forehead.

“So give me a trial run.”

“You still haven’t given me the real reason for hunting me down, unless it was just to flatter me.”

She folded the rag and regarded it a moment before looking up, her jaw clenched. “A century ago, Aralakh Company went down to investigate a team missing on Utukku, a team that was killed by infected… modified rachni. Commander Shepard was there too, and found my father’s body. You managed to clear those tunnels for her, and to make it out. You were the only krogan to survive. And the Commander was able to bring my father’s last message to my mother.” She took a deep breath. “So if I was going to join up with anyone, why not with a crew led by someone who beat seemingly insurmountable odds, and who did so with some honor.”

She couldn’t decipher the look that he gave her, a look that seemed to stretch an eternity while she held her breath.

He made some noise, a growl or a grunt, and then held out his hand. “A trial run.” She nodded and met the pressure of his grip. “Pay’s not great. Not at first tier. And you’ll need to hold your own, krogan daddy or no. You’re going to be pushed, and pushed hard.”

“Wouldn’t expect any less.”

“And you’ll never get it.” He drew himself up and gave something of a crooked smile. “So what do they call you?”


“Welcome aboard.”

Kings Among Runaways: Chapter 1 - A Bow of Holly

The starship Icarus glides serenely through the vastness of space, the arching blade of light from the nearby sun tracing the bow of her body. Shaped like a fat, wingless bird, she is battle scarred and worn. She cuts an impressively shoddy sight; her hull is scratched, vibrant blues and reds of her armour faded with the dullness of time. On her starboard bow, under the bridge windows, the icon of a slavering dog is splattered there; its jaws spread wide, tongue lolling from its jaws, crowned by a single blue feather.

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What’s Wrong, Noona? pt. 2

Original request:  I request a scenario where you’re jungkook’s noona and he decides to pull a stunt and strip tease from the captain clothes police uniform? thank u so much >.<

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Jungkook tugged at his collar as he power-walked down the halls. He felt like it was choking him. He didn’t expect the performance managers to make them perform in all of their gear from the “Dope” video. Not only was he hot, he was aroused once again from the pelvic thrusts on stage. His thoughts immediately leaped to you—your flustered, crimson face as you leaned against the wall, defenseless against his advances. He thought about how your teeth worried your lower lip in desire as you looked him up and down.

You weren’t in your usual spot, which Jungkook noted with disappointment. All of his leather gear bounced around him, and he thought in frustration that he was ready to rip it all off. As he turned into his changing room, he was surprised to see you standing next to his clothes in extreme nervousness.

“I… um…” you stuttered, surprised by Jungkook’s rugged appearance. He was sweating, and his gaze was dark. “They told me to put your clothes in here so you could change.”

The maknae smirked at you and ran his fingers through his hair. His weight shifted as he shut the door behind him, eyes immediately locking on yours.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d even seen the concert,” he purred. He moved in your direction as he started to unbutton his shirt. You realized what was happening and quickly tried to excuse yourself.

“I’ll just get out of your way!” You tried to move past him, but he caught you swiftly. Your face was turning red as he locked gazes with you. When he spoke, you could feel his warm breath brush across your lips.

“Don’t you want to watch, Noona?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you tried to look everywhere but at his face. You let him lead you back towards his clothing. You watched in an almost awe as his fingers bumped over his shell holders, trailing down to the empty gun holster and unclipping it from his belt. He pulled the strap from underneath his belt, and your eyes followed his fingers longingly. He did the same with the magazine case on his right side before removing the shoulder holster completely. He stepped towards you until his toes were almost touching yours. You squeezed your eyes shut as he leaned forward, but you felt his arms move around you; he was propping the shoulder holster on the coat rack behind the table. Your heart almost stopped as the tip of his nose brushed against yours momentarily.

Jungkook backed away from you, leaving you wanting and sexually charged. You tried to control your heavy breathing, but it wasn’t working. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, despite how overheated he was. He was wearing a white tank top underneath it, which was damp with his sweat. It clung to his chest, and you got a better view as he untucked his collared shirt. His shoulders rolled and flexed as he removed the shirt completely.

You bit your lip in attempt to hide your lust, but he saw through it. He pulled off the tank top, tilting his chin back as he relished the cool air against his torso. His abs crunched a little as he hooked his fingers into his belt buckle. His hands slipped over the metal, and he looked back up at you. His head lolled to the side.

“Hey, Noona, I’m having some trouble with this,” he said with faux innocence. “Could you unbuckle it for me?”

You froze for a moment, and as the heat settled in your face and core, you moved forward to unbuckle Jungkook’s belt. His shoulders and chest were still shining, and you watched his stomach move up and down as he breathed. His muscles were very distracting; your hands lost their grip several times on his buckle. You glanced up as you felt him move, and your face grew impossibly redder. He was undoing his earrings. He wasn’t having problems with his belt at all; he was playing with you.

“If you get on your knees, it you might have an easier time,” the maknae smirked. His words just urged you forward, and you unbuckled the belt without getting on your knees at all. “That’s too bad; I was hoping you would,” he murmured as he removed his belt. He held his hand behind his back. You watched him curiously as you backed away and sat on the table.

Jungkook pulled out a folded leather pouch, and his pants sagged a little to reveal the tops of black boxer-briefs. You averted your gaze from his underwear for your own sanity. You focused instead on the folded leather pouch. Jungkook waved it emphatically.

“These are an addition to the uniform; they’re a present for you.”

From the pouch came a pair of shiny, metal handcuffs. He found himself in front of you, and his presence pushed you backwards on the table. You spread your legs instinctively as he crawled on the table between them. His lips hovered in front of yours, and you heard a click behind your back. Your hands strained against the cuffs, which had been hooked behind the coat rack.

You gasped from arousal as Jungkook’s nose barely brushed the side of yours, but instead of continuing, he pulled completely away from you. He fished for something out of his pocket—the key to the cuffs. He twirled it in his hand for a second before looking back up at you.

“Could you hold this for me, Noona?”

Jungkook held the key against your lips, and you gripped it with your teeth. He smiled devilishly at your flustered, needing appearance. He stepped back and bent over to remove his boots. He took his time, and his eyes never left yours. He removed his pants leisurely after he kicked off his boots. His boxer-briefs looked like they could barely contain his erection, and you eyed him greedily.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he growled. He walked forward and trailed feather-light fingers up your thighs. Your hips wanted to buck up, but you restrained yourself. He leaned over you and reached for something behind you: his clothes. He pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, and your body was almost screaming for him to take you already.

Jungkook returned to you, leaning close to your face. With your lips painfully close together, he took the key from you with his mouth. His arms wrapped around you, and you felt him undoing the handcuffs.

“Remember this feeling,” he murmured against your ear, “and remember that I’m the only one who can satisfy it. Don’t you dare touch yourself before I can get to you.”

He pulled the handcuffs away, pushing them into his jeans pocket. He almost strolled to the doorway while you reeled from your arousal.

“I’ll see you around, Jagi,” he smiled before leaving. You let out a huge breath that you had been holding, thinking about the need to change your now-soaked underwear.

<3 Admin Bibi

Imagine #39

A/N : Wah, more Diablo love? *whimpers* What else I could write for this dummy? Protect the precious babu squad here###!

Prompts used from the Fluffy ones by buckysmeme.

15. “If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.”

18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

19. “Mmm…you’re warm.”

1. “Your hair is so soft…”

Warning: Fluff!! And crying Diablo!!!

You knew Harley was being an idiot every five minutes or so, but you couldn’t believe her yelling at Chato after he admitted he killed his own family.

That shit was fucked up and she didn’t even give him a minute to recover over the breaking memories. Huffing, you gave the blonde a harsh glare, scooting your chair closer to your fellow teammate only to place your chin atop his shoulder, smiling lightly when he stopped staring into the half empty glass of water, and spare you a glance.

“If I could, I would kiss away all your scars.”

You whispered, pressing a slight kiss to his cheek and lean back, standing up from the chair and tug on his hand, taking him to the next level of the building and nudge him towards a still usable room.

Your lips pulled into a full smirk while he watched you with confused eyes, they still shone in the slight light from the tears that he was fighting back to not show.

“It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.”

You encouraged, hands wrapping around his neck while falling back on the bed, letting his face bury into the crook of your neck while fresh tears fell down your skin, soaking the shirt there, but you didn’t mind them one bit, you only cared about the male in your hold.

And you stayed like that for more then twenty minutes, calming him down and rubbing circles on his lower back, giving encouraging and soothing words to him while adding he can find the right path once he calms down and completes this mission.

“Hey, after this is over, let’s go on a real date, ok?”You asked while puffing your chest out while Chato chuckled and lean back, muttering he just cried in front of you and you simple care about your guys future date.

Probably that’s what he loved in you. That little hope spunk you always had, the light at the end of his dark tunnel, as he would call you.

His sunshine, his hope and his new opportunity to recover and heal up the scars that might not disappear from his soul, but it could be replaced, molded by a new future together, with you.

“Mmm…you’re warm.”

Your voice broke him from his thoughts only to see you nestled in his arms, chin placed on his shoulder while your hands snaked under his white tank top, pressed flatly against his chest while feeling the fire burning in his veins heat up your cold palms.

“(Y/N), you say the most weirdest things in the most uncomfortable situations…but…I love you.”The male whispered, slightly nuzzling your hair and taking in your scent, his own hands moving to grop your hips in an almost scared movement, like he was scared he could burn you down to a crisp but your own hands moving to grip his wrists and place them back on your hips was the impulse he was waiting for.

“Your hair is soft…”

He whispered softly, closing his eyes and leaning on his side while making you shift around, still pressed up against him only to flush darkly at the comment, letting him keep cuddling you since you knew this what he needed for now, some anchor, some comfort, someone to keep him still sane and to fight for.

Someone to come back and say ‘I’m home.’

(Please shoot me more requests *puppy Diablo eyes* :3~!) 

@writing-in-a-daydream replied to your postJust now realised that it’s Camp NaNo again next…

I’m still unsure if I want to do Camp NaNo, I failed so miserably on the earlier one :/.

Ahhh I can see how that would be really discouraging! >: I’m not an expert - although I’ve done a lot of failing and hating myself for it - but one of the things I personally like about Camp is the flexible word goals (or page goals! or hours spent editing goals!)

I’m definitely the type to get very stressed out. Especially with difficult targets and the worry that I might let myself down. Hence I really do prefer Camp>Regular November NaNo. Last November, my NaNo effort completely tanked. :’) But I try to keep my chin up.

In July, I will be setting myself a small target as usual, and I’ll just adjust it up or down if I need to. I keep telling myself that the whole point of Camp is to have fun and make some progress, however modest.

I hope you have the confidence to do whatever you feel. Maybe you’ll decide to go for it, maybe you’ll wait it out until next time. Or change your mind half way through! I think all of these are perfectly acceptable options. :)

A Hatching (Un)Kindness

Anon prompted: Old feathers and broken glass

I call this the Modern Magic AU. It’s set in modern day, but all of the magic and fairies remain intact. So far, I like it. We’ll just have to see where this crazy train takes us. 

A Hatching (Un)Kindness

The Otherside streets swam in gold. Barely risen sun stroked the edges of skyscrapers like Midas’ unwary hand. The promise of flight lingered in the air. For a moment, in the brief breath of sunrise, a proper fairy city rose from the bucked pavement.

But as with everything fae, behind the glamor one found only cobwebs.

Autumn winds rustling her feathers, Maleficent walked on through the heart of Otherside.

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“Don’t laugh.”

Steve had a palm pressed over his mouth, eyes sparkling with amusement. He tried. He really did.

“Don’t. Laugh,” Tony repeated, slower and looking more serious. Steve tried, he really did. But he had just walked on Tony during one of his crazy craving periods and saw him dipping a banana into mustard and eating just like that, mustard all over the trimmed goatee, dipping down his chin and straight on the white tank top, covering his round belly. Since Tony’s pregnancy became visible, Steve was walking on him eating all sorts of food combinations that were commonly considered as weird. Steve found it oddly adorable.

Steve curled his palm and coughed into it, to calm down. It was a mistake and a tiny, discreet chuckle escaped his mouth. It was more than enough to have tears immediately build up in Tony’s eyes and make him sniffle. „Please don’t laugh,” he sobbed out, feeling mocked by the soldier.

“Oh babe..” Steve laughed a bit more and sat next to his weeping husband, cuddling him close. Steve kissed Tony’s temple. „Shhhh..”

“I hate you..”

“I know..”

”You did this to me.”

“Yup, can’t deny it,” Steve grinned, stroking Tony’s lovely pregnant belly.

“I really, really hate you,” he continued to sob, unable to stop the tears. „Not my fault my taste changed.”

Steve laughed a bit more. He took the banana out of Tony’s hand and dipped it back into the mustard, biting off a big chunk, chewing with a grin. Tony watched with wide, glossy eyes.

“What? This was actually a hit at the parties back in the 40’s.”

“Ewwww, you weirdo,” Tony scrunched his nose in disgust. Steve commented with a laugh and gave Tony another bite of the banana.


Rated: R

Luke Hemmings/Reader

Word Count: 2,322

I slammed the shot glass down on the table, shaking my head as the burning liquid went down my throat. Cheers erupted around me as I had just taken my first legal shot.

I typically wasn’t one to party a lot, but in honor for my birthday a couple of my best friends decided to take me out to party. It was only an hour in and I was already having more fun than I expected to.

“I did mine, it’s you guys’ turn,” I smirked, gesturing to the awaiting shots for everyone else.

Along with my two best friends, our other best friend brought her boyfriend, Ashton who brought a few friends himself. In total, my birthday group was eight, although I didn’t mind; the more the merrier. The party had began at a club downtown but resumed back at my friend’s house where I had just taken my first shot in front of them.

We were all a bit tipsy after our round of drinks at the club and the shots only increased it to slightly drunk.

“I’ll do mine if Y/N does one with me,” Ashton’s blonde friend said.

I faintly remembered the introductions at the beginning of the night, but that had been hours ago. I couldn’t remember if his name was Michael or Luke.

I looked at him curiously before agreeing, “You’re on.”

My friends giggled, pushing me to him subtly. They’d been hinting to me that he’d had his eye on me all night, but I waved the comments aside blaming their ridiculous assumptions on the alcohol they’d consumed.

“To the birthday girl,” he raised his shot glass in the air as I did the same.

We clinked them together before downing the liquid and simultaneously setting the glasses back on the table.

“In honor of my best friend’s birthday,” one of my friends slung her arm around my shoulders, “I think we oughta have a little fun.”

I smirked, “What’d you have in mind?”

She locked eyes with one of the boys, obviously had mentioned it to him before announcing it to us all.

“How about we play some strip poker?” the dark haired friend of Ashton’s asked.

“I’m in.” I automatically responded, “All you guys in?”

This time it was the crazy hair colored guy that spoke, “We’re definitely in.”

“I’ll get the cards,” Ashton offered, already off to find them.

“I’ll get more drinks,” one of my friends said, heading to the fridge and tossing the boys each a can of beer.

Me and blondie set up the table and cards as the others grabbed chairs. When everyone was situated and the rules were set, the game began.

Fifteen minutes and several hands later, the game started to get interesting.

“Fuck,” I muttered for the first time in the game.

“You know the rules Y/N,” Ashton smirked, “Lowest hand strips.”

So far, no one had to remove any clothing, but a few accessories here and there. As with me I’d only discarded of all jewelry I had wore and my shoes.

“Not a problem,” I shot back, pulling off my shirt.

I swung it in a circle over my head, grinning seductively, just to make losing a bit more fun. Mentally I was glad that I’d worn layers, simply cause it’d draw out the game.

“Next hand,” I threw my shirt on the ground after my mini show.

We were all loud and laughing as the game carried on, me and my friends making noise as any article of clothing came off of the boys. I’d lost count at how many hands we’d already played, but dark haired boy was already down to just his boxers,  and two of my friends were down to only bras and underwear.

My luck turned when I lost the next hand.

“What will it be Y/N? Cami or shorts?” one of the girls asked smugly, putting her chin in her hand.

I reached down and peeled off my tank top without any hesitation and waited for my next hand. Blondie lost the next hand and I glanced to my left to see him stand and pull off his pants, him being the second to only be left in boxers.

My friends hooted and nudged me, nodding towards him in which I shoved them away. Not before taking a quick peek, that is. I swallowed a gasp, my jaw threatening to drop. It was more of an attractive sight than I expected it to be.

“Looks like you’ve got eyes on you, Luke,” Ashton laughed.

That’s right, blondie was Luke.

I flipped Ashton off, tossing him my cards so he could deal them again. I looked down at my cards, positive I wouldn’t lose this round.

“How about we change up the rules a bit?” Ashton asked.

I looked up from my cards, quirking an eyebrow.

“How so?”

“Instead of loser stripping, how about we have the winner pick who strips?”

Giggles erupted from my right side and the others stared at me, Ashton staring me down the most, as if silently challenging me.

“Let’s do it.”

I wasn’t positive that I would win, but at least I couldn’t lose this way.

“Three of a kind!” the colored haired boy slammed his hand of cards on the table.

The next came from one of the girls, “Straight.”

She set her cards on display, grinning smugly for trumping him.

“Full House,” Ashton held up his cards.

“Royal Flush,” Luke spread his cards out in front of him.

The rest of us groaned, throwing our losing cards back into the pile.

“Okay, Luke, pick who you want to strip,” Ashton said.

All eyes were on him, but his blue eyes turned to meet mine, staring me down as he made his decision.


The corner of his mouth tugged upwards, revealing his prominent dimple and I resisted the urge to curse out loud. The boys hollered, giving him high fives and being quite obnoxious.

I shrugged, turning away from him, swaying my hips back and forth teasingly as I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts. I bent down slightly, making sure my ass was in his line of vision. I kicked the jean shorts aside and stood back up, preparing to sit back down in my chair. I about squealed when I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I was pulled into his lap.

More cheers erupted from them as they watched what happened with us. He ignored them, bending down enough to whisper to me.

“You wanna tease huh?”

Chills of excitement shot down my spine, but I just flipped my hair over one shoulder and reached for my new hand of cards. I shifted in his lap so he couldn’t see my cards, a low grunt coming from him. Looking at him, his eyes narrowed and I shrugged.

“I don’t want you seeing my cards.”

He grabbed his cards off the table, but was no longer interested in the game. I sat slouched against the edge of the table, holding my cards close to me. His free hand slid around my side and down my stomach, straight into the underwear I still had on. His touch grazed my clit and I had to grip onto the edge of the table.

By this point, he’d set his cards on the table, using the now free hand to pull down each of my bra straps, kissing each shoulder. Moving up, his lips touched the back of my neck gently before trailing down the side of it.

“You tease me, I’m gonna tease you,” he breathed in my ear.

My eyes darted around the table to discover the others were too preoccupied with the game to realize what was going on; maybe they were too drunk to care. His hand left my underwear after a few strokes only, but resumed with rubbing my inner thigh. I suppressed a groan of frustration, reaching down in attempt to move his hand back to my throbbing center.

“Uh uh,” he scolded, pulling away completely.

I was practically grinding on his thigh  when he finally had enough. Almost pushing me off his lap, he stood, nudging me towards the doorway of the room, off into the hallway. I glanced over my shoulder, concerned that the others had seen us but they were oblivious to our actions, still carrying on about the game. After being picked, one of the remaining girls reached to remove her bra as we exited the room.

“You think you’re cute trying to get off like that?” his hand wrapped around my wrist, leading me upstairs.

The nearest, empty room was what I vaguely remembered to be one of the guest bedrooms. I stumbled up the last few steps, unsure if it was effects from the alcohol or the nerves of being alone with him. The moment the door closed, I was rammed against it, his lips crashing into mine. His hands worked eagerly and seconds later both my bra and panties were pulled from my body.

His touch explored every inch of my body, hurriedly trying to touch any part of me. His stubble scraped against my neck as he left wet kisses down my neck, my head tipping farther to the side.

“I’m gonna make sure you get off the right way,” he hummed against my neck.

Goosebumps covered my body, from the excitement and the anticipation. He pulled me to the bed haphazardly while kissing me, our lips meshing harshly, the intensity only growing. My fingers positioned themselves at the waistband of his boxers, dipping into them, ready to pull them off.

“Think the others will miss us?” I mumbled against his lips, kissing him between words.

“Probably not.” His hips lifted and pulled the fabric down his legs.

One hand wrapped around his erection, a groan emitting from him immediately. I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs together to try to control the throbbing sensation. Leaning down, I dragged my tongue up his length once before sitting back and sucking on the tip.

It was no lie he was stunning, but seeing him in such a riled up state was beyond sexy. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to breathe normally, his lips red, swollen and bitten. His gaze was on me, anxiously awaiting my next move.

“Fuuuck,” he drew out the curse in a moan, his head falling back as my mouth moved on him.

His hand tangled in my hair but instead of pushing me down, he pulled me away from him, tugging me up towards him as he sat up himself.

“Prepare to scream babe,” he smirked, positioning me over him.

“Maybe I should say the same to you,” I retorted smugly before sinking down onto him.

A simultaneous moan left both of us, my hips rocking instantly, loving the feeling of how he filled me. My hands went out to his shoulders to balance myself as I moved on him without any guidance.

I bent down, pressing my lips to the spot where a freckle dotted his jaw, sucking lightly. A low groan came from him as he pulled me closer and thrust his hips upwards. His deep thrusts were enough to make my eyes roll back and forget the current task at hand. Getting lost in the sensation, I moved faster, my hands coming up to squeeze and massage my boobs.

“Dammit Y/N.”

My gaze returned to him to see him practically salivating at the sight. His hands smacked mine away, replacing them with his, his mouth coming to suck the hollow of my neck.

The air surrounding us was becoming hot and sticky, sweat slicking both our bodies as they moved against each other. My hips circled, creating new angles and pleasurable spots. His grunt of approval signaled me to do it again and his face buried in the crook of my neck. His breath was hot in my ear and by his sounds, I could tell just how close he was.

My fingers reached down to rub my clit, his name leaving my mouth, my eyes fluttering open and close. With each movement against my g-spot, he was bringing me closer and closer to seeing stars. I could tell he was holding back his own release to bring me to my own.

I tilted my head slightly to his ear, whispering, “Are you gonna come for me Luke?”

Saying his name was all it took for him to lose it. Several actions happened at once, his deep groan, his fingers pressing into my sides and his teeth digging into my shoulder while he came in quick spurts. My stomach clenched, feeling and hearing his own release.

“Come on birthday girl,” he murmured into my neck, guiding my fingers on the bundle of nerves.

I was louder than I expected myself to be, the fireworks of pleasure shooting through my body. I was faintly aware of his gentle kisses up my neck and throat as my high too soon faded, leaving me feeling dizzy.

His perfectly sculpted hair was now awry, a red spot on his jaw and a few scattered, bruising hickeys scattered over his neck and collarbones. I felt satisfied, in more ways than one, partially for the work I’d done on him.

We sat silent, gazing at one another, still connected. His vision shifted to my shoulder and fingers came to move over a spot on my shoulder that made me wince.

“I didn’t realize I bit you so hard,” Luke muttered.

I turned my head to look at the mark that had barely just broken the skin and shook my head.

“It’s okay.”

Surprisingly it wasn’t awkward at all when I leaned in for another kiss, his mouth meeting mine eagerly.

“Happy birthday, birthday girl,” he grinned against my lips then resumed kissing me.

Who said we couldn’t have a party of our own?

Break Your Little Heart [a Barry Allen imagine]

Request: hi i was hoping you could do something where youre mardons sister and youre a year younger then him and barry and orguonally barry was going to use you to get back at him only he ends up falling in live with you and when you find out that he only

a/n: i feel like there was another ask… lbr barry would be so mad at himself


At first, it started as payback. Barry wanted to get back at the Mardon’s so badly, mostly for Joe, that he would do anything. Including play dirty. You, the Mardon’s younger sister, were the perfect target for revenge. All he needed to do was get you to fall in love with him and then, boom, he would break your little heart. Harsh, he knows, but he had to.

What he wasn’t expecting was falling in love with you. When Barry first asked you out, he thought it would go on for a few weeks, a month at most, and then it would end with a nasty break up. But, here he is, three months later, on the couch, holding you. A movie plays on the TV screen and he watches your cute expressions, feeling guilty inside. Feeling guilty because he’s been betraying you.

A half smile rests on his lips, fingertips brushing up and down your sides, grabbing ahold of your waist, pulling you into his gray S.T.A.R. Labs t-shirt. He has to tell you, he will, after embracing you, if not for the last time. “Y/N, I,” he coughs, tears welling up in his green eyes already. “I need to tell you something.” he breathes, trying to keep his voice even; you shift on his lap, looking at him curiously, “You-you’re probably gonna leave me after this and-and I deserve it, god, I deserve it.” he cries, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes.

Carefully, you wrap your fingers around his wrist, pulling his hands from his face. This happened a lot with Barry; he has such a kind heart that whenever he does the wrong thing, it feels like he destroyed the whole world. Maybe that’s why he’s a superhero. “Barr, I would never leave you, ever.” you promise, staring into his watery eyes, brushing some tears off his long eyelashes.

He lets out a whimper, swallowing while tears spill from his eyes like a faucet. Then comes more ugly sobs that he can’t control. Why did you have to say that? “I, I, I, I’m a b-bad person!” he cries out, gasping for air as he squeezes his puffy red eyes shut, hands balling into his t-shirt, protecting himself. You cock your head, feeling your own eyes grow wet. “I, I, I, w-wanted to ge-get back at,” he cuts himself off with another sob; you go to rub his shoulder but he flinches away, shaking his head vigorously, messy brown locks flying around. “I, I, I wanted - I wanted to get back at your brothers! S-so I was gonna get y-you to fall for me, then,” he breathes, spitting out another whimper, “then break up with-with you!” he shouts, tears dripping off his pink skin.

You back up a bit, curling your hand away from his shoulder. “W-what?” you whisper, blinking at the speedster, a few stray drops falling down your cheeks. No… you’re Barry wouldn’t do something like this; he’s too good, too pure. He sobs again, unable to look at you; too ashamed in himself. “But…you haven’t broken up with me…” you hum, grabbing his chin; his baggy tank top dropping down your chest.

Barry breathes heavy, shaking his head, back pressed to the armrest of the couch. “Be-because I love you and-and I wanna still be with you, even-” he whimpers, peering at his lap, hands rubbing up and down his thighs, “even if you hate me. Please, please, tell me you hate me; you hate me with every fiber of your being, despise m-”

Cutting off his cries, you press your lips to his, tasting the salt of his tears as they continue to fall off his eyelashes. After, your forehead rests on his, allowing him to stare solely in your eyes, lip quivering. “I could never hate you, Barry Allen. Yes, what you intended to do was wrong and sick and downright evil…” He whimpers again, “But, you told me; you didn’t have to, but you did because you felt guilty. You need the truth and…telling me was a lot harder than not.” you lick your lips, “I am mad, but I love you. I can’t un-love you, Barry, that’s not how love works… I’m willing to be with you if you’re honest with me, can you do that?”


Icons of Change / Soft Power

‘Authenticity is the key to being a successful artist and to being iconic’ – Zayn Malik

WOULD ZAYN MALIK GIVE DRAKE A LAP DANCE? Wait, let me add some context: I’m sitting on a sofa with one of the biggest pop stars on the planet, discussing his ambition to work with the Hotline Bling rapper who has a fondness for grinding with his collaborators: Nicki Minaj and Rihanna to name a couple. Naturally, I wonder… Would Zayn go there? ‘I wouldn’t be able to,’ he says with a shy smile. ‘I’m just not that great of a dancer. Maybe I’ll get a stunt double.’

Of course I already know this 23 year old doesn’t dance. We all do. He famously almost bolted during The X Factor in 2010, when Simon Cowell demanded he join the rest of the male contestants in a choreographed routine. Despite the rebellion he stuck with it, and so began five hesitant years as part of the world’s most mercenary, chino-wearing pop group. More than 70??million record sales and 250?million YouTube views later, The Sunday Times 2014 Rich List calculated the band’s combined wealth to be over £70?million. Throughout this meteoric ascent, Zayn consistently looked uncomfortable.

Then, on 25 March 2015, everything changed when Zayn became the first to quit the band. In the ultimate contrarian move, he left behind guaranteed success, certain fortune and millions of adoring teen groupies to become, as he then tweeted, ‘a normal 22-year-old… out of the spotlight’.

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Preference #1- Sleeping

Luke: Moonlight streaming through the blinds coming off the porch illuminated the room, right into my eyes. “Mmm,” you moaned, rolling over onto your side. The bedroom seemed to be painted a deep ocean blue due to the midnight sky and full moon streaming through the windows. You sniffed, smiling slightly as you felt warm arms surround you. You kept your eyes closed, softly snuggling closer into the warm embrace Luke was giving you. “You awake princess?” his groggy morning voice made you smile, but you hid your lips in the blankets you had pulled up around your face. His lip ring brushed against your ear, sending chills down your spine. “You look beautiful while you sleep, Y/N,” he whispered again, pulling you into his chest and bringing the blanket around you tightly. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much,” he muttered into your neck, pressing his lips to your skin. With your heart beating faster, every one of your senses making you want to open your eyes and bring his lips to your own, but you was intrigued to whatever else he might say. His fingers softly trailed across your face, brushing loose strands of hair out of your eyes. “I want to marry you someday,” he continued to mumble, kissing your forehead. You stirred, letting out a quiet murmer. It took all of your strength to contain your composure, acting as if you were asleep was harder than you would have thought. “That way you’ll be my queen,” Luke’s fingers trail down your spine, and stopping at the waistline of your shorts. You were expecting him to grab your ass, but instead, he just continued the action, making squiggly lines down your back and kissing your head again and again until his quiet snores took him into a vast sleep. 

Mikey: ”Maybe if you would move over then,” you giggled, failing at sounding angry. Michael chuckled, pushing himself against the wall of the tour bus with his hand in the sheets, only to accidentally yank the earbud the two of you were sharing out of your ear. “MICHAEL!” You shouted playfully. “Please, no sex on the bus please.” you heard Ashton across the narrow hall in his bunk, probably rolling his eyes at the two of you behind his curtain. “Go to bed, Ash,” you laughed, making a face at Michael who continued to use up all of the blankets and most of the bed the definitely wasn’t made for a giraffe and a girl. “Remind me again why you don’t just sleep on the couch?” you ask, pulling the covers back so they cover the both of you. “Because then I would be cold. But then again, it wouldn’t smell so bad,” he joked. “Speak for yourself!” you poked him hard in the chest, not being able to resist a smile. Michael pulled you by the waist so you laid on top of him, looking up at you with big green eyes and a grin. “You’ll have to take a shower with me then, tomorrow, yeah?” you just shook your head, too tired to put up with his sexual humor. “Stop talking and go to bed, ogre. You have a show tomorrow.” Michael  laughed once more at your attempt of making fun on him. “You love my green hair and you know it.” he kissed your head, sliding his hand underneath your shirt and and slowly rubbing your cold skin. “Of course I do,” you whispered, tucking your head underneath his chin and clinging to his sex pistol tank top. “Goodnight Mikey,” you whispered. “Good night Y/N.”

Hope you guys liked it..if you did let me know and I’ll continue it with Cal and Ash x)