never parched

Cure (Finale)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of past sexual abuse, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst, smut.

A/N: Sorry to spring the end of this story on you guys so suddenly! But even when I could take this in so many different directions, it’s the end for me on this one. Hope you enjoy a happy ending! 

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

When we walk around the compound the next day, her hand safely secured in my metal one, there’s several people giving us long stares, most pairs of eyes drift towards her neck, where the mark I left on her is displayed to perfection. I’ve already wondered if I was this possessive to begin with, and my mind immediately responded with: Hell yes, asshole. As you should be.

I can’t disagree.

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21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay my kink is crownsguard riku bless the artists who did him cause honey I got some nasty head canons of doing him and defiling that awkward and shy man

Here for it. And I’m so glad that we’re all brought together by this KH/FFXV crossover filth. Thirst makes the world go round like whoa!

anonymous asked:

Hello dear! How about 12. things you said when you thought i was asleep. Really love your writing :)

thank you!! means a lot to me :) 

also this starts as angst, but bear with me because it ends super cute!!

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

He is teetering on the edge of sleep, mind buzzed and full of drowsiness, wrapped in a warm cocoon of blankets and his wife’s body, when she speaks and nearly startles him out of his mind.

“I went through hell because of you, you know?” she murmurs behind him, tracing the lines of his abs with incredible tenderness. Her voice is so whisper-quiet that he wonders if she even wants him to hear this in the first place.

His mouth parts, but he doesn’t know what to say, and Sasuke finds that it doesn’t matter to her because she goes on, “I mean you know that, but I don’t think we’ve ever had a real lengthy conversation about everything I actually went through when you were away.” She pauses. “Well, not like we’re having a conversation now anyway, because you’re sleeping, but at least I can vent my heart out and feel better afterwards.”

Sasuke’s mouth slips shut again, and he exhales a slow breath, feeling the strange urge to smile. Asleep, huh? So, Sakura doesn’t know I’m awake, and that I can hear everything…

He remains silent, then, wondering what else was on her heart, that she had been dying to say, but, for one reason or another, felt she couldn’t tell him. 

“It destroyed me, you know? That night when you left?” she whispers, wrapping her arms fully around his waist again. She buries her face in his shoulder. “I didn’t come out out of my room for a whole week. My parents were so worried, and so angry at you.” His fingers twitch a little, lips tightening. Now it made sense why her parents had not been very welcoming when they had first met. “I’d lost twelve pounds because I refused to eat more than a few bites of the food they left at the door for me. My dad even made the umeboshi onigri that I loved so much, but at the time, I was so numb that I didn’t even want to try them.”

A hollow pain settles in his chest, and Sasuke feels a lump of guilt forming in his throat. He knows he hurt her, then, but he never imagined it had been this bad. For a moment, he thinks about the massacre, and how numbed out he felt in the months after, his stomach never growing hungry and mouth never parched, and it breaks him to think that Sakura felt such grief at his leave that she had been through the same, if only not as long.

An overwhelming urge to turn around and pull her close strikes him, but a careful kiss to his skin stills his thoughts.

“I don’t really hold it back against you that much, though. It snapped me into the mindset that I really needed to get stronger to get you back.” She presses her cheek to his shoulder again, sighing contently. “I… have only you to think for being the person that I am today, Sasuke-kun. If you’d never left… I don’t know if I’d be as strong and talented as I am now.” 

His mouth tightens again, but he lays unmoving, even if he wants to tell her otherwise, wants to tell her that she is amazing and she has always had all of this potential inside of her, that he has always seen she was meant to be this strong. 

But he doesn’t, because he is supposed to be asleep, and she has so much more to say to lift the weight off her chest, so he keeps his mouth shout.

She presses another kiss, this time to the crook between his neck and shoulder. “You know… painful as all of those years were, with nights spent crying and trying not to lose hope that you would come back… I’d do it all over again, if it meant that we would still have what we have right now.”

His heart jumps in honest surprise, and for the first time since she has started talking tonight, his eyes slip open softly.

“Everything about this… being with you, in this house, this life, this bed… I always dreamed of it, and yet I never thought it would be like this. I never thought I could be so happy.”

She laughs so, so quietly, at this, and the sound is so sweet and full of pure, unadulterated joy that he cannot help his heart from doing all these odd flips, thundering so loudly in his chest.

“Did I ever tell you about our first kiss, Sasuke-kun? What it did to me?” She tightens her arms around him and grins, murmuring, “Beautiful disaster that it was, it filled my heart with so much joy that when you left my house that night to go home, I fell to my knees and I cried. That’s so stupid, isn’t it? Getting so emotional over a messy kiss full of inexperience and clacking teeth, so much that I cried, and laughed, and cried some more?”

There is a part of him that is baffled and touched, but the bigger part of him wants to smile with her because he knows what she means–when he had gotten home, he hadn’t been able to stop touching his lips and thinking about their imperfect kiss. He’d found himself smiling every time, butterflies swimming in his stomach.

“And the first time you made love to me… I don’t think I ever told you how much you made it perfect. I’d heard all those stories about the first few times, about how it hurt, even if just a little, and how clumsy and awkward it would probably be because of the total lack of experience but you… I don’t know how you did it, Sasuke-kun, but somehow there was none of that at all. Ino even told me that I shouldn’t expect to… well, you know… but… you even made that happen.” He feels her smile again. “Though… I think maybe that’s just because you’d already mastered how to make that happen in all those 9 months before when we… started to do things…”

A small, prideful smile twitches at his lips at this. They certainly did have a lot of practice and experience in getting each other off, long before they ever had their first time together. 

“To be honest, I think our sex life alone is so utterly worth it to go through all of those horrible years again.”

Sasuke can’t help the burst of laughter that slips from him, then. He feels her jumps away from him with a yelp, his shoulders shaking more intensely as he hears her sputter, “A-Ah! Sasuke-kun y-you heard that?!”

His chest is still rumbling with soft chuckles when he turns to look at her, the love and tenderness in his heart immeasurable. She is blushing madly, and he cannot help but to cup her face, for this, smiling affectionately as he thumbs her red cheek. 

“That and all the rest,” he murmurs, pulling her close in a firm, loving embrace. His eyes soften, as he remembers everything she had spilled to him. “I’m sorry I hurt you so much. I knew I did, but I never knew it was to this extent.” He kisses her large forehead, and buries a hand in her hair. He hears her exhale a breath, delicate hands slipping to his chest as she moves to rest her cheek against his warm flesh. 

“But at least,” he says with a half-smirk, “I can find solace in knowing you’d go through all of that again just for the sex.”

She pinches his back, and says, “It’s really, really great sex, Sasuke-kun.”