metal buckles

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Rick making reader wear a collar?

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“Rick, what is this?”

You turned the thin, black, leather circlet over in your hands. It had a shiny, metal buckle and a tag dangling from a ring in the center that read ‘Property of Rick Sanchez. Earth Dimension C-137.’

Rather than answer, Rick smirked at you.

“C-c’moooon, baby. You’re not stupid, you know what that is.”

And of course you did, but your incredulity at him asking you to wear it had made you falter.

“So, you actually want me to put this on?”

Rick took the collar from your grasp. He circled around you, his hand trailing along your shoulder until he stood behind you. You felt him slip the band around your neck, the leather cold against your skin, his fingers working to fasten the buckle. Once it was in place you swallowed, testing the elasticity and the tightness. He was still at your back when he leaned down, his fingers coming around to grip your jaw, his lips against your ear.

“Y-you’re mine, and now everyone will know it.”

Biting your lip, you felt the heat between your legs begin to grow. You had waited so long for him to claim you, to mark you as his property, and now that it was happening your head was swimming, your heart beating so fast you thought you might collapse. Rubbing your thighs together, desperate for friction, you whined. 

“…Daddy.”

You felt him smile against you, one of his hands coming around to grab your crotch, the other still at your jaw.

“D-don’t say I never did anything nice for you, baby.”

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how much noise Yang Xiao Long must make whenever she moves.

I mean…. 

New jacket? Zipper.

Boots? Zip ‘em up. 

New sleeve thingies? zIPPERS

ZIPPERS, BELT BUCKLES, WHO NEEDS A SCARF GET ME A TRAVEL PILLOW WITH A METAL BUCKLE..

ZIPPERS, ZIPPERS, AND MORE ZIPPERS.

And that’s ON TOP of a robo arm, to boot. 
Can you just imagine? Yang Xiao Long, charging into battle, and all her enemies can hear….

JANGLE JANGLE JANGLE JANGL E

This child has an obscene amount of metal on her, even if you don’t count the arm. 

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Goblins and wizards shrieked and ran for cover, and finally the dragon had room to stretch its wings: turning its horned head towards the cool outside air it could smell beyond the entrance, it took off, and with Harry, Ron, and Hermione still clinging to its back, it forced its way through the metal doors, leaving them buckled and hanging from their hinges as it staggered into Diagon Alley and launched itself into the sky. 

You’re Drunk

SMUT SMUT SMUT enough said.

~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~

Warning: smut, just that.

You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.

You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was. 

“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.

“Yeh should’ve come.”

“I hate most people there.”

His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.

“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.

“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.

“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.

“You think?”

“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck. 

You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.

“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy. 

“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.

“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”

“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.

“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”

You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.

“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.

“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.

“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober. 

“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.

“You need to sleep.”

“M’not tired.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.

You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.

“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative. 

“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.

You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.

“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard. 

“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“ 

"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face. 

“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes. 

“Yeah, are you?” 

“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”

You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.

“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?” 

“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”


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Dark Lovers [2]

An AU Series

Character Pairing: AU!Demon Bucky x AU!Demon King Steve x Female Angel Reader

Word Count: 3,119

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut! M/M/F threesome, Oral (male and female receiving), mild bondage, slight dominance, orgasm denial, sexual penetration, dirty talk, and language. Some plot, a lot of porn. 

A/N: So, @apolla62200 and I are working together to bring you this amazing series! I’m excited for where this is headed and I hope you will be too! Enjoy! ;) 

Part One


2005

“You have no reason to be here angel.”

Pulling out your white blade, you twirled it around your fingers. “You are the one that has situated yourself in the middle of my mission demon.”

His eyes turned black, “I don’t take kindly to you halo bitches killing my kind.”

You pointed to your head with the tip of the blade, “Do you see a halo anywhere?” You walked toward the tall demon, “That’s a horrible stereotype. And I haven’t killed him… yet.”

“You’re a mouthy little thing,” he said, bringing out his own knife. “Don’t you have any idea who I am?”

You shook your head, running the tip of your blade over his cheek, “I don’t care who you are.”

With that, you moved to sink the knife in his neck. He was faster. He ducked away and knocked you off of your feet with his leg. You landed flat on your back, the wind knocked from your lungs. His black boot came down to press on your chest.

“Oh little angel,” he said as he leaned down over you. “You have to be smarter than that. And actually, a bit faster.” Placing the tip of his knife under your chin, he tipped your face up, “Does the name Bucky ring a bell?”

Shit.

Palming your knife, you slung your arm up with all your might and plugged it in his thigh. He yelled in pain. When his foot moved off your chest, you scrambled to your feet. Facing him, you knew you had screwed up.

“Fucking bitch!” he said as he grabbed for you.

You closed your eyes and willed yourself back up to heaven.

What greeted you was even scarier than what you had left on earth…

“You have failed us, sister.”

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Professor Moony and the Scarlet Minx

Request: “Hey can I please get a v smutty/teasey sub!remus x reader??? I know how he’s mostly portrayed as dom but I’d like to see one of my favourite writers write him as sub, please <3”

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut

A/n: this is in an AU Remus started teaching at Hogwarts in his mid-twenties thank qqqqq

Remus entered your shared apartment with a tired sigh, carrying his suitcase which had become filled with your owl-sent notes in amongst all the paperwork he had to finish marking tonight. He smiled at the thought of seeing your face after such a difficult day; a day he only got through because of your sweet little letters. It had started in the morning when Snape made a snide remark about Remus’ bad mood.

“That time of the month again, Lupin?” He scorned.

“I’m afraid so, but at least I know I’m not pregnant.” he replied with a purse of his lips. “Wait, we’re talking about my menstruation, right?”

Snape had given a distasteful huff, dramatically walking away.

I don’t think I’ll make it through today, he had written to you on his first lunch break, I want to punch everyone, and it’s not even reached third quarter moon.

His owl had then returned with a box of chocolates and a note attached: Thinking of you. Send for me if you need more motivation to survive the day. Love you xx

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Mile High

**NOT MY GIF**

Logan Howlett X Reader

A/N: rip me oml

Words: 2.4K

Prompt: It’s filth man. Pure, unadulterated filth.

Warnings: it’s smut yo, thigh-riding, unprotected sex ( IT WOUDLN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED UR COCK )  need for holy water, swearing, i think that’s it? maybe? possibly? idk I’m too focused on logan pray 4 me

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Stryker was an absolute son of a bitch. That much was fact.

Two missions over the span of a week had you pissed beyond limits. Sitting stiffly on one of the seats with the belt strapped tightly around you, rendering you nearly immobile, you kept your eyes focused on your feet, thinking about why you had even wanted to join the general’s secret band of misfits.

Little did you know how Logan was looking at you, with his nostrils flared and jaw clenched as the jet shook lightly from turbulence. He buried his head in his hands, a soft, barely audible groan leaving his lips.

“Will you guys shut the fuck up?” You demanded, growing annoyed at the banter, glaring at Wade’s remark to Victor about his ‘fingernails of a bag lady.’

It was then that you noticed how uncomfortable Logan looked, his eyes glazed over and hands clasped tightly together.

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Hell on a Belt Buckle

Here’s another DOOM-themed belt buckle!

Show your commitment to the greatest game of all time while you keep your pants up with this hand sculpted belt buckle of Doom!

What better way to pay tribute to the most metal computer game ever than by sporting this metal belt buckle?

The buckle is solid bronze, 2.5 in. x 2 in. and fits up to a 1.5 inch belt. It has been engraved, numbered, and hand cast by the artist in limited edition of 300 in Driftwood, TX.

Pillow Talk

This is a one shot/ vignette for my This Ends Tonight story. 

I can’t write this as a complete and linear story. I have been writing a lot of pieces for this in the form of vignettes or snapshots. Every one takes place with Ivar and his wife in bed at the end of a given day, recounting something that happened between them on whichever given day, It is all completely out of order but it is just what feels best for this story.


Warnings:fluff, smut, cheese, cringe, bad dialogue XD, does a Jerkin have laces? Well they do now, Ivar’s wife is a prude, Ivar can’t get it up, it’s ok though, it happens, he is totally cool with it

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“You have been coming to bed so late and you aren’t sleeping Ivar. I can see that you are in pain. I wish that you would let me help you." 


Ivar sat silent at the edge of the bed with his back to his wife, working at unfastening his complicated leg braces. Studying his body language, she thought that if her husband slumped his shoulders any further, gravity would take force and he might just topple head first into the floor. She couldn’t say that she wouldn’t find a small bit of enjoyment in the sight. With his hard head, it probably wouldn’t even faze the man.  


It was as if he was carrying the weight of all of Norway on his back. He could try and play it off, to make excuses and blame it on the weight of his position, but one would have to be both blind and a fool to not see that he was suffering through a considerable amount of pain and doing a terrible job at trying to conceal it. It wasn’t the burden of ruling that he was shouldering, it was the burden of constant and unrelenting pain. He didn’t need to say anything, she could sense it in her own bones.


The past few weeks, whenever she would steal a glance at her husband  over dinner or anytime that he thought nobody was looking, his face would often be contorted into a grimace. He had been moving slower and was obviously struggling with his crutches. Aisling wished that he would just give the damned contraptions a rest, they could only be adding to his discomfort, but she knew that Ivar was far too prideful to resort back to crawling. He had been adamant that he would never crawl in front of his people again. He wouldn’t have them looking down upon him. He was their King.


"I am fine.”
he clipped, unclasping the last fastening on his right brace and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clunk before beginning on the left one.
Moving onto her knees, she made her way across the bed and settled down to sit next to him. He didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge her, instead he remained concentrated on the metal buckles. 


Placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, she leaned forward and inclined her head in an attempt to meet his eyes. He flicked them towards her face, gazing at her for only a second before frowning and returning them to the task at hand.

 
“You are not fine, Ivar. You are hurting." 


Finally slipping the wretched thing off, he blew out a long breath. Bracing his hands on the tops of his legs and using his arms as leverage to straighten out his back, he sat up and started work on removing his jerkin.

 
"I am in pain but it is nothing new.” he admitted, staring forward, his fingers moving deftly at the leather straps. 


“If there is something I can do to help, let me do it for you. Anything.” she spoke softly. “Please. Let me.” she continued, moving her hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. 


Turning his head to meet her gaze, he covered her hand with his own and gave her a weak smile.


“There isn’t much that can be done to help, not anymore. It just comes when it wants to and stays for a while until it decides to go away and that is that.”
he sighed, slipping out of the leather garment and crossing his arms to pull his tunic up over his head.  


Indicating that the conversation was over, he gave his wife a chaste kiss and laid back into the furs. Before he could reach to pull his legs along with the rest of his body, she grabbed hold of them, one at a time, and lifted them up over the edge of the bed, setting them gently into place .To her surprise, he made no move or sound of protest. 


Closing his eyes, Ivar sighed contentedly and let his head sink into the pillows. She remained seated next to him, letting a hand linger on his knee. After a few moments had passed, he opened one eye to see that his wife sat unmoved and staring at him. 


“I cannot fall asleep with you staring at me like that, woman.”
he grumbled. Swatting at her hand, he rolled over and pulled the covers over himself. 


“Hmph. Grouch.”
she mumbled, carefully climbing over his legs to get to her side of the bed. 


“Mmm hmph.”
he mumbled back in agreement. 


Snuggling in under the firs, she turned to face her husband. She had been finding that she loved to watch him sleep, to see him at peace. To see his face relaxed and unmarred by worry or pain. Seeing him so still and content, it had become her favorite nightcap. She could fall fast into sleep, just watching him sleep. 


“You’re staring again.”


“I am not.”


“Yes. You are.”


“How would you know?”


“I can feel your eyes burning into my forehead. Witch.”


“Arse.”


“Go to sleep wife.”


“I’m not tired, not really.”


“I don’t care. Roll over and pretend then.”


“I can’t.”


“And why not?”


“I’m cold.”


“It’s winter.”


“Hold me?”


Ivar scoffed and finally opened his eyes. He tried to give his wife a stern look, but looking at her laying there, eyes alight with devotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt he didn’t deserve her love. How had he managed to win her over? He didn’t know, but somehow, he had. Pulling her into his arms he sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathing in deep, he closed his eyes again. She smelled of salt water and heather and he could not think of a smell that could be any sweeter. 


“Are you happy now?” he mumbled into her hair.


“…happier, I suppose." 


"What else do you want from me woman?”


“I could think of… a few different things.”


“The answer is no.”


“You don’t even know what they are.”


“I do.”


“If you knew, you would not deny me.”


“You still think you have me figured out, don’t you?”


“You’re not that complicated a creature.”


“I am not that stupid of a man either.”


“What is that supposed to mean?”


“It means I know what you are suggesting, you wanton thing, and I am exhausted. The answer is no.”


“I could do all the work.”


“I couldn’t get it up if I wanted to.”


“Is that a challenge?”


“Enough talking.”


“I could put it in my mouth.”


“I am sure you could wife. You would enjoy it too. Probably even more than me.”


“Probably.”


“If you shut up and go to sleep, I may allow it in the morning.”


“Liar, you will be up and out the door before sunrise.”


“Sure, but only after you service me wife.”


“I wont b-

“Shh.“

"Bu-”


Opening his eyes, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss to stop her incessant talking and teasing. He kissed her long and slow, running his hands leisurely up and down the backs of her thighs, he felt his wife shiver at his touch and melt into him. Her delicate hands on his neck, she moaned into his mouth so sweetly and he just couldn’t deny her any longer. He was tired and sore but his little wife was so responsive and easy to please. 


He broke the kiss and laid her on her back, propped himself up on his elbow. She whimpered and tried to pull him back down to her, desperately seeking his lips again. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily. When she reached down and started to untie his breaches, he caught her wrist and shook his head. 


“Lay back and be still.” he whispered against her lips. 

She laid back into the firs and he moved to position himself in between her thighs. Pushing her nightdress up over her hips, he grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. ”

Scoot up a little closer.“ he breathed.


He hadn’t even touched his wife yet and her little legs were already shaking and trembling.


"Is this what you want wife?”


“Mmm. God’s yes. Please.”


“You are dripping wet already, you will come fast for me, yes?”


She whined and nodded her head. 


“Yes.”


“Good girl. You know I would love to take my time, right elskan?”


"Yes, yes. I understand. Just…please.”


He blew teasingly on her sex and she cried out, bucking her hips and fisting her hands in her own hair. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her thighs.


“Be still.”


“Ivar. Please.”  


He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and let his lips linger there, looking up at his wife, her head was thrown back into the pillows and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in anticipation that her knuckles where turning white.


She lifted her head and glanced down at him, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. He smirked against her thigh and she sat up on her elbows.


“Ivar! Really? Tired huh? Not too tired to torture me it seems." 


"Okay. Okay. I’m sorry." he laughed, stroking her legs and smirking up at her.

"Lay back.”

“I don’t trust you, oaf." she pouted.


Ivar decided that she had had enough. Poor thing, she was dripping and throbbing for him. 


He pulled her hips forward and wasted no more time. He dipped his tongue into her entrance and used his thumb to press tight little circles into her clit. Her whole body shuttered and she fell back to the mattress panting and sobbing. He slid his tongue out, licking and swirling it over her entrance before moving up and drawing her swollen clit between his lips. Using his fingers, he began pumping them in and out. Already he could sense she was close, the muscles in her legs were tensing, her hands tangling in his braids and tugging, her walls clenching around his fingers. She was gasping his name breathlessly over and over again, rolling her hips wantonly against he his face, her juices coating his lips and chin. He moaned into her cunt, he loved this. He loved tasting her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He loved bringing her that pleasure. He loved her and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.

 He suckled and flicked his tongue over her clit until she came shaking and screaming, squeezing her thighs around his neck and pulling at his hair. Just the way he wanted her to. He lay his head on her thigh and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come down, he absentmindedly stroked his hand over her hips and let his fingertips dance over her stomach.


Crawling up next to her, he pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her but she pushed his face away and looked at him in disgust. He knew she hated that. That’s why he did it. Just to see her lip curl up at him.For old times sake.


"Oh, come on.”he laughed, pulling the covers up around them.


“No! Gross.”


“One kiss. ”


“Go wash your face.”


“In the morning.”


“Heathen.”


“Prude.”



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anonymous asked:

i just need some dnp cuddling with phil nestled into dans arms and his head resting on dans chest or like dan petting/massaging phils hair i just wanna see phil being soft and getting pampered by his bf please

// i see things about sub drops but never about dom drops. can you write phil with a dom drop please?

| 30 Days of NSFW: Day 1 (cuddling (naked)) |

“You’re beautiful,” Phil mumbled, mindful to not dig his hands too hard into Dan’s hips no matter what reassurance he needed. Dan’s body was littered with bites and cuts and bruises, all of them treated and the worst of them tucked under bandages. 

Worthless, good-for-nothing whore, isn’t that right, baby? Just my little cocksleeve, a mindless cumdump… Phil could still taste the words on his tongue, spoken to – no, snarled at – the boy in his arms no less than thirty minutes ago. Phil whimpered again, tightening his arms around Dan’s waist and pushing his face into Dan’s chest, mindful of his injuries.

Injuries Phil created.

“I love you,” Phil mumbled into the soft, slightly sweaty skin of Dan’s chest. It was too warm for clothes, too warm to be pressed together like they were under the blankets of Dan’s bed, but Phil didn’t care about the heat. Only cared about the steady thump, thump thump of Dan’s heart against his ears, the steady rise and fall of Dan’s chest against his. Dan’s heart stuttered and his breathing quickened and Phil shot up, concern etched into the furrows of his brow as he gently took Dan’s cheeks in his hands.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Fuck, stupid question, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do? Fuck, I knew I- I knew I–” Phil wrung his hands,  shaking his head as he mumbled to himself. He reached out, then quickly retracted his hands, shaking his head more. He only stopped when Dan gently took his hands in his, smiling up at him.

“It’s okay, Phil,” Dan said, taking Phil’s palms and laying them against his own chest. “I’m here. It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me. I love you.”

“I’m sorry,” Phil muttered, ducking his face into the crook of Dan’s neck. It smelled like lavender soap and mint shampoo and Dan. Phil breathed in deep before pulling back, shuffling himself around until he lay, once more, wrapped in Dan’s arms with Dan wrapped in his.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Phil brought his lips to a raised red line on Dan’s chest. From Phil’s belt, early in the scene. “I love you,” Phil murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of the line and delicately dragging his lips down the length of it. “You’re perfect. Beautiful. I’m so lucky, I’m so happy with you.” Dan’s hands found themselves buried deep in Phil’s hair, not pulling, just grounding.

“I love you,” Phil said again, pressing another kiss to a bruise on Dan’s ribs. Another one, to the aide plaster covering a particularly deep cut from the metal buckle of Phil’s belt. “I won’t hurt you. It’s okay. You liked it. you liked it, right?” He looked up at Dan, his eyes wide and oddly vulnerable.

Dan leaned down to press a kiss to Phil’s nose. “I did,” he reassured his boyfriend, one hand still massaging Phil’s scalp while the other danced down to rub soothing circles into Phil’s hip. “I loved it. I love you.”

“You loved it. You love me,” Phil repeated, still somehow needing to convince himself of this fact. Reassure himself.

“You love me. I love you. You loved it. I love you…” Phil repeated, still pressing kisses to every injury he could find on Dan’s body, even the ones that were mostly healed. He shuffled even closer, sliding one thigh between Dan’s just to be physically closer to him, to be wrapped up in him even further as Phil slowly drifted off to sleep.

“I’m back,” was the last thing he said before his eyes slid shut. “And I love you.”

“I love you too,” Dan whispered back before he too was out like a light.

4

RICK OWENS FW17 GLITTER OFF-THE-RUNWAY LACE UP CREEPER LEGO SOLE IN BLACK CORDOVAN HORSE LEATHER FEATURE THIRTEEN METAL BUCKLES BOTH IN THE FRONT AND AT SIDES FOR LACE FASTENING, STITCHING DETAILS ALL AROUND AND A FLAT RUBBER SOLE WITH NATURAL WHITE WOOD INSERT DETAILS.

ONLY A VERY LIMITED NUMBER OF TANNERIES PRODUCE THIS MATERIAL. EVERY SKIN IS FINISHED BY HAND, RUBBED WITH OILS AND FATS TO MAKE THE FINAL LUSTROUS APPEARANCE.

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Headcanon requestSam (or Jared 😉) with a Daddy kink please and thanks you 🙏🏼  - @spontaneousam

Word Count: 2,530

Warnings: all the smut, daddy!kink, dom!Sam, a little bit of edging, oral sex (female receiving), Sam’s monster cock, cursing, dirty talk, tiny bit of breeding!kink, barely any plot. *shrugs* fluff at the end, though, as per usual, a touch of angst.

A/N: I went with Sam, since I’ve written two Jared pieces recently. Plus, this seems more along the lines of a Winchester thing. I have never written daddy kink before, at least not like this. Holy wow. I hope this is okay. I’m really nervous about posting this. Also decided to add this to my Smut-entine’s Day masterlist because I included a few kinks in here. This shit is fucking raunchy. I’m not sorry. 

You flinched as the door slammed shut and Sam’s boots pounded toward your bedroom. Pulling the towel from your hair, you ran your fingers through it quickly. You hadn’t gotten dressed yet, Sam would be happy about that at least. He threw your door open without knocking, whatever, it was his room too.

“Hey, you okay?” You took a tentative step in his direction before he closed the gab between the two of you and crashed his lips into yours.

“No.” He spoke between kisses.

You let it go, not wanting to push the issue. The hunt had gone bad somewhere along the lines, that much you could tell. Sam’s mouth was hot, and he smelled like beer. His kisses were needy and demanding, and you knew what was coming next.

“Gonna make you mine, baby girl.” He grunted, hoisting your legs up around his waist before tossing you back onto the bed. “Lose the towel.” He stood at your feet.

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“ BYE-BYE BOWERS, HELLO HOCKSTETTER ! “

REQUEST: stalker!patrick. so maybe he’s obsessed with the new girl in derry, creeps her out heaps, he notices she’s becoming close/flirty with a boy (maybe henry lol but thats up to you) and hes PISSED, because she is HIS property, so one day she’s walking home and he follows her, the parents arent home, NSFW content begins to boil~~ i will give you my entire life if its a super long story, this massive patrick fanfic shortage is destroying me, i love u btw, thanks for blessing us w/ ur writing.

A/N: pls don’t slut shame y/n for wanting a lil’ makeout here and there, girls are allowed to want those things too without being called sluts !!!! let your little hearts enjoy making out as much as the next boy does !!!!

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Hickey

Requests: 

  1. COULD YOU DO NUMber 46 WITH LAFAYETTE
  2. 21 with Tjeffs or Laffy Taffy? ❤️🇫🇷 
  3. It’s no problem! Maybe 4 & 47 with laf instead? :))
  4. Can you write an either jefferson or lafayette x reader fic where the reader has been teasing him the entire day and i mean TEASING like putting a hand on his thigh going upwards but not end up doing anything, sitting on his lap and grinding slightly etc. if you could, can it end up being smutty. (You can trash this idea if you’re uncomfortable with it. :) )

Word Count: 1849

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Warning: Smut, but there’s a line separating the smut from the fluff

AU: Modern


“Lafayetteeeee.” You whined, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention for the third time.

Lafayette was playing video games while you were completely bored out of your mind. Every time you tried to get his attention, he barely acknowledged you, completely focused on the damn game.

He grunted in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen as he sniped another enemy.

You sighed before laying your head in his lap to stare up at him. “Love me.”

No response.

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korealchemist  asked:

Hey, how have you been doing! I ADORE the baby headcannons and was wondering if you could do the opposite? I've been feeling down and need some comfort BAD. How would Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog react if their pregnant s/o had a miscarriage? How would they try to heal? I really appreciate it and bless your heart, please and thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((So angst is the name of the game this time! I don’t know why but hurting just feels right so I’m glad I got this request~! You are welcome and thanks for requesting!))

Soldier: 76

-He wasn’t a young man anymore, he had seen and experience loss. From agents to friends or family, he had grown used to the pain of losing someone who meant something to him. But this…this was an entirely new pain

-He isn’t tears or anger, he’s empty like he just doesn’t know what to say. Just when he’s gotten used to the world taking so much, he thought things had gotten better. He had you and you were going to bring a child into the world…and then for whatever reason, the fates had decided to take something away from him again.

-He is by your side and holding your hand tight as can be but the light is gone from his eyes. He’ll hold you while you cry and shush you and smooth his hand over your hair but he is just lost on how to deal himself.

-He talks with Angela about what would happen over the next few days, what, if anything would need to be done and keeps himself together while you slowly crumble apart

-When the both of you are back home and you are finally resting, he kind of wanders around the space of your apartment before his hand settles on one of the first thing you had gotten him to celebrate being a new dad

-He holds it in his hands and thumbs it around before he finally cracks and begins to break down and cry, just painful heart wrenching sobs. You, unable to stay asleep wake up and find him and your arms wrap around him and the both of you cry together. 

-Healing is a slow process for the both of you, but you do it together. The both of you talk softly, express things and if it comes to it seek out some professional help but you both are there for one another constantly.

Genji

-He never thought that he would have children so when he heard the news he was unabashed in showing his joy. He is much more contained when Angela delivers the news that neither one of you want to hear.

-A part of the old Genji slipped out, the part of him that was quick to express his emotions; disbelief and then anger tossed Angela’s way before he feels your hand slip into his. You know what this is, you know he can’t help it

-He is ashamed at first but his arms wrap around you tight, his mask off, his forehead pressed to yours as he hushes your apologies and you hush his, Angela leaves you two alone so you can console and comfort one another

-He feels emotionally raw but he doesn’t want to leave your side, he feels the need to hold onto you because he needs some kind of physical proof that he isn’t going to lose you as well. He knows that it makes no sense but you need him there, need his touch as badly as he needs to touch you

-When you fall asleep that night after hours of tears and behind held, Zenyatta is there for the both of you, stating that he could sense the disquiet in the both of you but thought it not right to intrude until the next day. Genji is deep in meditation when you wake but he comes out of it only to pull you to him, onto his lap and ask you to meditate with him

-It’s not an instant fix but it is something, the understanding of loss and gain, life and death, endings and beginnings spoken to you in the tranquil way that only Zenyatta can manage helps to start the healing process.

Reinhardt

-You’d never seen the man as quiet or somehow so small as when Angela delivers the news, his massive shoulders and posture deflating, his brilliant blue eye glassy and dazed, voice infinitely softer than normal

-His hand slips into yours, an almost shy, fearful action, afraid that he might break you–or maybe it’s himself–if he squeezes you too tightly right now, his eyes slipping closed as he releases a broken breath

-This man feels deeply and intensely, his anger and happiness just as potent as his anguish and sadness. But it isn’t low sobs, it’s shuddering breaths of disbelief and pain. You stand and wrap your arms around him, pressing his face into your chest, resting your cheek on top of his head. Threading your fingers through his hair, you feel more than you hear his breakdown, tears soaking your shirt as your own dampens the top of his head.

-It takes him a moment until he crushes you to him, the both of you holding onto each other as a tether, allowing the pain to run its course but not lingering too far from one another. He is there for you in those random bouts of volatile emotions; the anger at seemingly benign things, the tears. You are there for him as well, bringing him back when his gaze gets far away and distant, wiping away the tears that well up in both of his eyes.

-He is quick to process through everything, but in the same moment the both of you do not forget the pain that you had felt, the loss. But he reminds you of the joy that you felt at the news, the distant possibility of trying again, of the love that he holds for you and will always hold for you. He has learned it is not best to linger on pains but he also knows that you should never forget them

Roadhog

-As Angela deliver the news, you hear the sound of his breath hitching for a moment before it returns to that slow, deep breaths that were a comforting white noise to you. The sound of metal bending and buckling punctuated the sound of the room, his hands tightening on the metal armrest in his room.

-Turning your head up to look at him, you expected some betrayal of emotion in his eyes behind the mask; anger, sadness, confusion…but there was an eerie calm behind those gray eyes of his, an understanding tinged with a subtle layer of pain

-He gathers you up with a grunt and takes you back to your room, pushing the mask up and off of his face and settling in front of you. He doesn’t say anything as he sits you down, still crying, in front of himself. He takes both of your hands into his massive ones, thumbs rubbing the entirety of your forearm in a slow, soothing motion

-As you calm down and study his face, you can tell that the look on his face, the motions that he is going through are the actions of a man that has been through this before, that has faced this specific kind of loss before. It is why when he heard the news he was hopeful, but knew better than to expect something other than the worst. (If you are a fellow Junker) You both had been through this in the past but you both had been hoping…praying that maybe this would be different

-You catch him at times, staring forlornly at the pachimari you had gifted him when the news had been found out and had made it to eight weeks in, the period of time that you finally felt safe celebrating the news

-He is neither over it nor dwelling on it, it happened and he has to keep forging forward especially for you and with you because he still has that lingering hope that one day things will turn out as they should be, like they could be

Divided: Part 21

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence 

Word Count: 3160

Summary: You and T’Challa arrive in Siberia to find your teammates already engaged in combat.

Authors Note:  As I updated a week or two ago, I have been going through a lot of difficulties lately, and having a bit of a rough time with it. Because of this my free time and my writing ability has suffered. A lot of the reason that this has taken so long is because I suffered a lot of anxiety about returning and being good enough after taking such a hiatus. But this is my attempt to get back in the game, so hopefully you enjoy it <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 


Your legs twitch nervously as T’Challa’s fingers flick at the controls, landing his plane smoothly on the ground. Within an instant, you unclasp your buckle and rise to your feet, your breath catching in your chest as you spot Steve and Bucky’s stolen quinjet a few yards ahead.

You hurry towards the weapons lining the side wall of the plane as T’Challa moves quickly beside you, his hand catching your wrist as you reach for one of the many knives.

“Relax your Highness,” You roll your eyes as you attempt to twist out of his grip, his hand holding firm, “I’m not grabbing for you… whether I like it or not, you and I are on the same side now.” You huff as he releases you, shaking his head slowly.

“Oh no… you are staying here, young one.” His low voice instructs you, a veiled threat present in his tone. “I will be retrieving Barnes on my own, I do not need you interfering again to save your boyfriend.”  

You breathe slowly, trying to curb your frustration as the clock ticks onwards, precious seconds being wasted in an argument. For all you know, the assassins could have already killed your friends and escaped.

“Look. I get it. You don’t trust me. But right now we are up against a much larger danger. You think my ‘boyfriend’ is a threat? Inside these walls there are 5 super assassins that my team is going up against. We are drastically outmatched, but at least if you bring me along we don’t have to be outnumbered.” You speak quickly, the exasperation in your tone making your agitation clear as your foot taps in annoyance, every second wasted allowing more room for loss.

T’Challa stands for a moment, considering you, “Very well, suit up.” You heed his words, hurriedly selecting your weapons as you replenish the holsters of your tactical suit. He places his helmet on as he moves towards the back of the plane, firmly hitting a button to descend the ramp.

You follow swiftly after him, your legs twinging painfully at the speed of your movement, you hurriedly hide your wince of pain as you fall into step beside T’Challa, your footfalls muffled by the soft snow beneath your boots.

You slowly approach the steel doors that had been left ajar by the previous visitors. Suddenly T’Challa’s plane exudes a large amount of exhaust, the unexpected sound causing you to whip around, your defenses trained for enemy fire.

In a moment, T’Challa had sped from your side, moving swiftly towards the steel doors, bending them solidly shut behind him as the lock clicks into place, leaving you barred on the outside.

“HEY!” You shriek, your fist beating angrily against the cold, rusted steel. “T’Challa! You idoit! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am sorry young scorpion, but I believe I am doing what is right, I cannot have you interfering.” His words fall swiftly through the door as they fade.

Your hands beat harshly against the metal, willing it to buckle beneath your fervent fists as a slew of profanities tear from your lips.

You stare at your blocked entrance through frustrated tears. Taking a few deep breaths, looking around quickly, seeking any indication of an alternative way in.

Escape hatch. You think fleetingly, beginning to climb up the snow mound by the side of the door, seeking to get on top of the fortress.

With so much underground they would need alternative ways out. I just have to find one… Your foot slips slightly as you scale the wall, using your knives to push hand holds into the firm snow. After a bit of difficulty, you pull yourself to the top, seeing a handful of large launching pads dispersed throughout the flat roof, but no clear manholes.

You move tentatively, unsure of your footing or what defenses may be present. Suddenly the ground shakes beneath you, causing you to crouch down, steadying your balance on the slippery snow, the deafening sound of an explosion below causing your heart to pound fervently.

Suddenly you see something in the distance, a man in a long black jacket emerging from the white ground. You react quickly as he begins to run.

“Hey!” you yell, moving hastily on his tail. But your attention is briefly diverted as the ground shakes once more, causing you to lose your footing, sending you sliding to your knees, stopping only feet from a large launch hatch that was suddenly opening.

Frantically rising to your feet, you dodge the snow debris falling from the door of the hatch. As it opens you can hear the sound of yelling faintly over the whine of the metal gears.

Without thinking you begin running towards the large hole, stopping short as you gaze down the maze of grates lining the wall. You watch as a large dark figure jumps across from grate to grate, his metal arm catching himself as he pulls his body up onto the platform.

Without a moment of hesitation, you scamper down the ladder, not thinking of anything else but reaching Bucky. Jumping from the middle rung, you hit the platform firmly, allowing your knees to bend as you absorb the shock of the landing.

Hurriedly turning around, you see Stark collide forcefully with Bucky, sending him sprawling backwards onto a lower platform. “BUCKY!” You scream, looking down on him, running hurriedly along the wall of platforms as you try to get to him.

“Stark Stop!!” You plead as Bucky looks up to you, leaving himself vulnerable for a moment,

“Scorpion, this is your final warning, stay out of it.” You gasp as Stark takes the cheap shot, sending a blast straight at Bucky. Steve appears just in time, placing his shield up in front of Bucky as the shot reverberates back at Stark, knocking him against the opposing wall.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky yells up to you, fear and joy warring for dominance across his features as he moves quickly from Steve, climbing the walls and platforms, ascending to you.

You kneel down, watching him climb up to you as Stark rises to his feet once more, resuming his pursuit. “Watch out!” You yell, attempting to give a warning, but Steve reacts first, wrapping a thin wire around Starks neck as he jumps towards the ground, dragging Tony with him.

Your attention switches quickly back to Bucky, speaking words of encouragement as you watch him make large and dangerous jumps, every moment coming closer to you. “Come on!” You shout as you hear Cap’s shield clatter to the ground, just as Bucky makes a particularly risky jump to the platform you are kneeling on.

His fingers dig into the grate as he hangs below, you frantically fumble your hands along his back helping to pull him up. Within an instant you are both on your feet and frantically climbing, hopping the few more platforms to the ladder.

He begins to climb ahead of you, both of you frantically scaling the rungs with speed. You scream as the hinge abruptly explodes beside you, Stark’s missile coming in firm contact as the door groans, collapsing downwards.

You drop down hurriedly, ducking into the shelter of the ladder as Bucky jumps to the opposite wall, both of you narrowly avoiding debris from the blast.

“Y/N!” You hear him cry out in concern as you shift into a crouched position, coming into eye contact as you both realize that you are trapped.

Stark rises swiftly between you, going after Bucky as he ferociously swings a large pipe from the debris. Your hands scramble hurriedly around you, reaching for fragmented bits of concreate as you begin to send a barrage of flying objects at Stark.

But to no avail, Stark moves swiftly, locking his arms around Bucky’s neck before speaking clearly to him as you scream, pleading with Tony to release him. “Do you even remember them?” He asks forcefully.

You fall into silence as you watch Bucky’s face, pain and regret flashing across his features. “I remember all of them.” He speaks slowly, struggling to breathe as Tony’s metal limbs wrap around him.

“Tony please.” You beg, tears falling from your eyes once again. “No!” You scream, as Stark flies down taking Bucky with him. You jump without thinking, adrenaline pulsing through you as you fling yourself at Stark’s back, wrapping your limbs around him and clinging on for dear life as the three of you fall down the shaft.

“Y/N!” Steve yells as he jumps across, catching you around the waist, causing you to dislodge and slam back against the wall, coming to rest painfully on a platform, gasping for air at the impact.

Bucky, Tony, and Steve fall quickly, the force of Steve’s contact causing their bodies to ricochet against the wall, sending Bucky flying to a platform a few floors beneath you. Groaning, you roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself to all fours as you look down at Bucky, breathing with a sigh of relief as you see him moving.

He makes eye contact with you, as you nod, reassuring him that you are alright. You rise hurriedly, dropping down each platform, silently working your way towards him. He quickly rises to all fours as he looks down at Steve.

“This isn’t going to change what happened.” Steve’s soft voice reverberates up the shaft, echoing in the cavern.

“I don’t care.” Tony says firmly, standing in opposition to Steve. “He killed me mom.” You gasp audibly as Stark flies forward at Steve, Bucky’s eyes connecting with yours as you drop to the platform next to him, taking a large jump onto the one he was standing on.

His arms wrap firmly around you, catching your momentum as you wince painfully at the impact on your abused legs. “I…” He whispers, the tentative tone of an excuse coming.

“Not now love.” You whisper placing a sharp kiss to his lips to let him know where your head was. “I know.” Your fingers quickly ghost over his jaw as you move to the adjacent platform, retrieving Steve’s shield as you move down towards your Captain.

“No,” Bucky says firmly, pulling the shield out of your hands as you both scramble downwards, “You’re hurt enough. Please stay out of harm’s way. I’ll protect him… Old habits die hard I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly as he turns from you.

Before you can argue, Bucky jumps the last few feet to the battle below, raising the shield high above his head as he brings the edge crashing down into Stark’s back. Stark responds immediately sending a blast that reflects off the shield and comes flying up towards you as you narrowly dodge it.

You watch from a safe distance as Bucky throws the shield back to Steve, knowing full well that you would be more of a nuisance at this time, with your weakened state and the ineffectiveness of your weapons against Stark’s iron shield.

You watch helplessly as the two super soldiers take on their friend, working seamlessly to double team him and drop him quickly to his knees.

As elated as you want to feel at them grabbing the upper hand, the constant twinge of heartbreak still tears through your body as you remember who is in the suit.

Then suddenly the hand shifts, Steve catches a blast to the stomach and is thrown backwards, leaving Bucky to take on Stark alone. You cannot stand idly by as he takes hit after hit, you move quickly descending to the main area as Bucky regains the upper hand, ferociously slamming Stark against the wall, his metal hand digging into the core of Tony’s suit.

You stop in your hurried movements, frozen as you rush forward, watching the animalistic tendency taking over the man you love. The hardened heart of the beaten and broken assassin burning through.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” You cry, but he cannot hear you, his own savage scream drowning out your plea. With a sudden blast of light, he is thrown backwards, coming to land harshly on his knee, his eyes wide with shock as his gaze falls on the smoking exposed wires where his metal arm just was.

You move quickly, stepping between Stark and him as Stark raises his hand once again. “Move!” Tony hollers at you, but you stand firmly blocking his path to Bucky as he tries to aim around you. You rush forward your hands reaching for the blaster on his palm as you try to deflect him.

“Tony! Tony, stop! Please! STOP!” You plead rapidly, as you try to block him, “MOVE!” He screams once more trying to push you aside, but you hold on tighter, refusing to step aside.

With one quick motion, Stark’s arm sweeps against your waist, catching you painfully right along the ribs as the strength of his blow sends you flying back against the ramp. You hit the concreate painfully, your head smacking forcefully to the ground as you roll down to lie at the base of the ramp.

Your vision is blurry as you see Bucky fly forward once more, Starks blast coming into contact with him. You fight against the swimming sensation in your brain, you try helplessly to rise to your knees once more, as Steve rushes forward, his shield deflecting the oncoming blasts from Tony, protecting Bucky once again, sending light deflecting throughout the enclosure.

Your vision blurs again as Steve engages Tony in combat, your eyes scan roughly along the ground, spotting Bucky, seemingly unconscious, a few feet from you. You fight to get to your knees again, but your consciousness is swimming in and out. You close your eyes as your bloodied cheek presses to the cool concrete.

“He’s my friend.” You hear Steve’s plea, drifting to your deafening ears as if in a distant room. “So was I.” Tony responds, his voice becoming clearer as you force your eyes open again, seeing Tony slam hit after hit into your Captain’s face as Bucky stirs slowly behind him.

You raise your head as Stark grabs Steve by his straps, throwing him roughly against a pillar, “Stay down. Final warning.” Stark snarls, standing threatening in front of Steve.

You watch as your Captain struggles to his feet, falling roughly back into fighting stance. His perseverance inspiring you once more as you press your palms firmly to the ground and push back onto your knees, yelping quietly when a sharp pain stings your side as you breathe.

“I could do this all day.” Steve breathes heavily, raising his fists once more as your vision swims again, your hands gripping harshly at the floor as the world seems to move around you. You know you have pushed your body to its limits, and unlike the super soldiers surrounding you, you were unable to recover so quickly.

You watch helpless as Stark prepares another blast for Steve, but Bucky moves instinctively, grabbing at Starks ankle and subsequently receiving a sharp kick to the face as he falls backwards to the ground.

If nothing else had been able to force clarity back into your head, the site of the blood trickling from Bucky’s face had done the trick. You moved quickly, ignoring the intense pain in your side with every breath or movement.

You grit your teeth as your body threatens to lose consciousness. In the moment that Stark was distracted by your and Bucky’s sudden movements, Steve is able to step forward and gain the upper hand, raising the iron man high above his head before throwing him forcefully against a pillar.

Steve moves on top of Tony trapping him down, as you hurry over to Bucky, touching his face softly as his eyes try to focus on you. “Come on, baby. Buck. Bucky! We have to get you out of here, come on, come on!” You whisper fervently your pleas falling on deaf ears.

His remaining hand rises up to meet your face, his warm fingers wiping at the sticky blood dribbling down your cheek. You press into his touch as your tears mix with the dirt and blood, creating clear tracks down your cheek.

You turn your attention to Steve, knowing that you did not have the strength to move Bucky on your own.

Your Captain had retained the upper hand, but with each hit the ferocity of his movements were mimicking Bucky’s lack of control, with each contact he was chipping away at what had always made him your Captain.

“Captain,” You call out, allowing Bucky’s hand to drop from your face as you rise with difficulty to your feet. Steve continues in his abusive, repetitive action, ramming the shield with malice into Starks mask, exposing Tony’s fearful face as he raises the shield once more.

“Steve!” You yell, your hand coming in contact with his shoulder as he looks up at you, his eyes black and wild with desperation. With a final growl, he crashes the shield into Tony’s chest, falling sideways off him as you all remain still for a moment, shocked by the deterioration of what was once a team.

“Tony… I…” You whisper regretfully as you extend a hand to Steve, pulling him roughly to his feet as you stagger on your own. Tony closes his eyes and turns away from you, small tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. He rolls onto his side as Steve steps beside you retrieving his shield and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet, before he moves past you to pull Bucky to his.

“Tony… I’m so sorry.” You whisper as you kneel beside him, reaching for his shoulder and helping to pull him into a more upright position. His eyes connect with yours, his expression softening slightly as he looks at your tear stained cheeks. Tear tracks having carved pathways in the fresh blood painted along the side of your face, as bruises quickly formed beneath your skin.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.” He whispers, his gaze falling from you once again as he falls back on his arm. “I…”

“Y/N.” Steve speaks firmly. Stark’s gaze rises to Steve once more, as he stands there looking coldly down at him, supporting Bucky by his side.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark spits, as you rise hesitantly to your feet, retreating over to Steve and Bucky as you loop your arm around Bucky’s waist to help him. Steve turns you all away as Tony bellows after him, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stops, causing Bucky to stumble beside you. You glance to your Captain, seeing that the clear blue of his eyes had returned as he looks ahead in sadness. With a deep sigh, he drops the shield beside him, the clatter of the metal providing a finality to the confrontation, as if a door had sealed shut.


Part 22

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