“The planet Txar has been on civil war since long before the Galactic Union discovered their existence. The Txarian sentient species, Ky.rroc are hermaphrodites around two hundred fifty centimeter high and a hundred thirty kilograms heavy. Their skin is even thicker than steel, almost an exoskeleton, and their musculature so strong they are able to carry twice their own weight. The first commandant to ever see one described xe as a kill machine.”
As Commandant Lou’tt spoke about my own species all I could see was fear on the eyes of the various aliens around. By pure luck my ancestors have reached the G.U. before the Kishemern. As soon as the commander called my people kill machines a tiny creature, using a spacesuit, “for safety purposes”, raised xis hand.
- Human Gabriel, for the hundredth time. - The Commandant spoke with impatience - If you want to ask something, you can just talk. No need to wait to a officer allow you to.
- Right, Lou. - The “human” looked to xir superior - That commandant has ever been on Terra? I mean, do you really call those kill machines?
I looked into the tiny creature eyes. I could see the predator within, although it was hidden behind childish laughter, fake peace and self hatred. The thing the G.U. never found out about the Ky.rroc was how extreme are our predatory senses, barely mind reading.
- How many generations have passed since your kind last seen war, Human? - I saw the crew shaking out of fear again, but the human retributed my look, showing xis teeth, not as sharp as mine, far from threatening, but a clear challenge. - I guess your kind have outcame hunt, halfway mutated into herbivores. How you dare calling the proud Jug.dymak of the Kr.rroc not a killing machine.
- Yrillis-6, Txar is called a Death World by the Union, I’ll give you that. - The human howled that offense - A Class Two Death World. - Xis voice had no fear, xis eyes started glowing with excitement - I am from Sol-3, Terra the only Class Six Death World that is inhibited.
“I can survive temperatures below freezing, and halfway boiling. Most poison are ineffective against my kind, and many of those that are we use for fun. We are able to mimic any species cries or languages. Humans are know for bonding with any living thing, and many non-living to. You ask how many generations we have since we last saw war? There are some happening right now, using titanium piercing ammo, incendiary cluster bombs, nuclear friction grenades
“And you wonder why ain’t I afraid of the Ky.rroc? My own body is a lethal bioweapon to your species. My breath carries microorganisms that can kill you, not to talk about those that live only inside of me, my fluids are acid to your skin. You may kill me, but my corpse alone can slay one of your cities.”
- I am a proud child of Sol-3, a son of Terra. - Xis eyes sparkled, predatory, as no being ever was - I was named Gabriel Thanatos, names that symbolize the guardian angel and the death. As my father said, what Humanity are.
I felt then what those crew members did. Fear, an emotion I only knew throughout my prey. I fell for my knees, impotent as I understood why that monster had so much laughter, fake peace and self hatred. Xe was preventing xiself from feeling power hunger, megalomania and bloodlust.
- Always keep a Terran around, Ky.rooc Jug.dymak. - The commandment said as the human walked away to the battlefield, unplugging his suit - After all, they are hard to kill, and harder not to love after a while.
Cold, clammy rocks, pressed to your back. Your clothes were wet and sticking to your skin. Everything was sore. An earthy smell filled your nostrils. Your head felt as if you had been run over by a steamroller. The sound of crashing water filled your ears. You couldn’t move your arms and hands. They were stuck to something, caught above your head. You tried to move, but you only managed to wiggle a little from side to side. Your eyes still wouldn’t open. It was as if they had been glued shot. You took a deep breath only for the moist air to hurt your lungs. You didn’t make a noise. You couldn’t. You needed to focus but your mind refused to cooperate, as you tried to figure out where you were. You took a deep breath as you felt your heartbeat start to pick up. Now wasn’t the time to panic. You needed to focus. Last memory, that’s where you needed to start.
Wear your skin
like you’re wielding
and feel it
in your heart
so you can reveal
the real you.
Treat your skin
like polished armour
so you can carve
Show the world
so you can show
them who you are
within this metal,
should never be
even if the
armour is dented.
Good afternoon, my lovelies! So, Pietro has been lacking in love on my blog, and I’m here to give him a little. I was going to make this smutty, but I was feeling more fluff on this one. But, if you have any smut requests, drop them in my inbox! (I accept all sorts of requests) I love y’all with all my heart and thanks for sticking around. Have a wonderful day xoxo
Description: You decided to have some relaxing time alone after having a terrible traing day with Natasha by taking a bath. Everything seems peaceful until your sassy, Sokovian boyfriend barges in.
After a long and hard day of intense training with Nat, you decided that you needed to unwind. You walked stiffly to the bathroom, the tenseness in your muscles already settling in. You reached down into the bathtub and turned on the water. The muscles in your lower back shouted with pain as you pulled yourself back up. Nat had handed you your ass today. The training session focused on everything she was good at: stealth, take downs, and sparring. You didn’t stand a chance against her, and both of you knew that.
As the tub began to fill with water, you threw some oils in to help soothe your sore body. You stripped yourself of your clothes agonizingly slow, grimacing at every slight movement that you made. Bruises were starting to surface all over your skin, and you hoped they would fade away fast. You couldn’t go to Tony’s party, which was in two days, covered in purple blotches. When the water was filled a little more than halfway, you let your bare body sink into the hot water. It stung your nerves a little bit, the heat turning your skin slightly red, but the oils and warmth released all the tension.
The lights were off, the only sources of light were the couple candles scattered around the bathroom. You had turned on a playlist that you always listened to when you needed to clear your head. You sunk a little deeper into the water, letting it envelope your body up to your neck. You sighed, looking out the window to gaze at the stars. It was a shame that the Tower wasn’t in a more isolated place, because then you would be able to see hundreds of stars and constellations. But in the heart of New York, that was never going to be possible. The moonlight lit your face, casting a soft glow over it. Just as you finally began to feel weightless, a pair of feet pounded against the tile, stopping next to the tub. The only person who would ever barge in on you bathing was the one, and your only, Pietro Maximoff.
You opened one of your eyes to look up at him, making no effort to cover up your visibly naked form. He had seen it countless times before, and you were completely comfortable around him.
“Yes, my love?” You inhaled deeply, preparing yourself for some sort of rant about Tony or Wanda. You sat up a little, so that you could see him better.
“Move forward, princessa.” He pulled off his tight shirt, revealing the toned six pack underneath it. You thought you saw a hint of lust in his eyes.
“Uh, uh. Nope, we’re not doing this right now. I had my ass kicked all day long and I just want to relax. Please, Pietro.” You had a sassy boyfriend, so the only way to get your way was to sass him right back.
“I do not want to do anything tonight. I just want to take a bath with you, F/N. You are not the only one who had a rough day.” His eyes dropped down, the tiredness in his face made your heart ache. Maybe you shouldn’t have snapped at him so quickly. Your hard expression softened into a concerned look, and you scooted forward, making room for your boyfriend. Once he was stripped completely, he stepped into the tub behind you, and sat down, putting each of his legs on either side of you. When he stopped fidgeting from trying to get comfortable, you moved back and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, and you tilted your head back, kissing him on the cheek.
“So, tell me what’s wrong, baby.” You whispered against his skin, looking up into his steel, blue eyes. He didn’t hesitate to confess his day to you. You were the only one who he ever was open about, and you were the only person, besides Wanda, who knew the real Pietro behind that smart ass facade. He began to tell you about how bad his training session went with Clint, and how he was never about to outrun Bucky. Apparently, every time he tried running past him, his vibranium arm would instantly stop the blue streak.
As he went on, you realized he was just having one of those bad days. You told him that tomorrow would be better, and to not be bitter towards either of the men. He grudgingly complied, holding you closer to him. Pietro kissed your temple, then rested his cheek against the top of your head.
“You know I’m not one to share, right? You’re lucky you’re going to walk unscathed from this. If it was anybody else, I would have knocked them on their asses by now.” You winked at him, a smile pulling onto your face.
“I guess that means I am special, no?” He gave you that signature smirk, and chuckled, tilting your head up with his index finger. He placed his lips against yours in a tender and gentle kiss. You pulled away, smiling up at him.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing the tub with you more often.” You bit your lip, a tinge of lust filling your eyes. You turned your upper body towards him and traced the scratches on his back that you had given him the night before when things got heated.
“But, just maybe you won’t leave unscathed next time.”
I decided to do a one shot of my own imagination, and I hoped you liked it! Reminder: All taglists are open, and if you have a request, drop it in my inbox. I love you all so much, and thank you for reading. You’re all amazing and beautiful. xoxo
i’m sorry for all the poems i wrote whilst you were gone
all the shouting i did about somebody else’s mouth
i had some growing up left to do under the aborted tenderness of another.
somehow, i went backwards.
i’ve never been able to write about you, save for that one poem, about how you left whilst never really being there to begin with. i’m still struggling now.
i flesh you out, broad shoulders, narrow hips, those strong, strong legs. your weak heart.
every time i put pen to paper i realise
i do not know you.
the things you laugh at, then. the things you enjoy. what we eat together. our shared favourite drink. the way you only laugh that way for me. the unparalleled tenderness when so many others are watching. that brick wall i clamber over night after night, when we are alone.
what are you so afraid of, darling?
the little bird with a heart of solid gold?
the girl in the cape, the girl with the basket, the girl who is coming to blow your house down.
the girl across the ocean, the girl on the pavement, the girl wrapped in sheets – it takes you so long and no time at all to extricate yourself, to shed your skin. i wonder what she does with it once you’re gone. does she fashion herself a home from your discarded sense of self?
the girl with her own home, the girl with her own skin, the girl made of steel, she leaves you on the floor.
your fears and mine do not float in the same water. your fears and mine do not sink us together. your fears, the rock falling into the ocean, my fears, the ocean swallowing it whole. where does it land where does it land? our fear, then, the impression upon the sand as the rock slowly settles, our fear now, that slow, slow erosion, our fear forever, indistinguishable as it washes ashore into waiting hands.
i am not the ocean. the girl with the salt inside of her. i am not the ocean. the girl swallowing you whole. i am not the ocean. the girl coughing you up onto the sand. i am not the ocean.
you sink into me, regardless.
Hi, all! I had a little trouble getting started, but I like where it went! You can read mine below or here (X)!
Geneva stands on the outskirts of the town she built and feels the hostility radiating from the closed doors, the shuttered windows, the empty streets. There silence echoes out to her, accuses her, and she can see graffiti over the town’s sign. She doesn’t need to see it to know what it says.
The rebellion is successful. The Queen has fallen. Wanted dead.
It’s not a new thing, to be wanted dead. She’s been wanted dead by any number of people since she was very small. At least now there’s a reason for it.
She turns her back on the town (It’s already turned its back on her.) and shakes her head. She’s not resentful – far from it.
This is what she planned, after all.
It starts when she’s looking up (and up and up) at her brother. He’s regal and imposing, even with limbs that are too long, too thin, too weak. He changes the last part slowly, builds muscle like her father builds their kingdom, with sweat and dedication and something feral in their breast.
She looks up at him and thinks, You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you and you’re going to let them.
Turns out she’s half right. He lets his murderer put him down, lets the knife pierce his breast, lets them take the life from his eyes.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam
AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Alexander Pierce, Blackbeard
Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.
Warnings for this chapter: Waking up disorientated, hella crying, sexual assault mention, bodily harm, flashbacks and nightmares, fluff, sam and wanda fluff. Interrogation, Pierce being an asshole. Smut, not full blown tho, thigh riding, please tell me if i’ve forgotton anything
Word Count: 3861
A/N: I hope everyone likes this chapter, it’s taken me like a week, i hope its not too bad. though there are some sensitive subjects listen in the warnings. Just to say, if anyone has suffered any form of assault, people are willing to listen and my ask/message box is always open. Stay strong guys n dolls. I’m also very effing tired so sorry if there are any mistakes
Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.
And then everything was black.
A sharp tingling in his fingers was all Bucky could feel as he made way from his spot on the quarterdeck.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Bucky seethed. He scrambled towards your unconscious body. Wanda was shifting you into the safety position, gently moving your dead-weight limbs in the correct way.
As Bucky approached you, he took your tired body into his arms, carrying you bridal into his cabin, “Wanda, I’d like you to tend to Y/N, please, in case there’s anything wrong with her. I need to sort out Rumlow and Pierce.” His voice was gruff and worn.
After gently resting you on the bed, Bucky stormed out of the cabin in haste. As he approached Rumlow’s lifeless body, he gave it a swift kick in the head with his right foot, earning a sharp crack of the bones within.
“That’s what you get for fucking with my patience, prick.”
“Bucky, what are we gonna do with Pierce?” Sam grumbled as he hid the dead body behind a crate, grimacing.
“He’s going to clean up this mess.” Bucky scowled, pointing down at the blood and tissue slapped against the decking.
Sam scurried towards the hatch that opened to the bottom deck, holding his pistol in a white-knuckled fist.
“Pierce, Captain Barnes wants you.” Sam earned a huff and a disheveled man approaching from the dark shadows of the decks below. “Now!”
“Is there something you need, Captain?” Alexander rolled his eyes.
“Ah! Pierce! Just the man I needed, I need you to clean this mess up,” Bucky commented, his dramatic gesture towards the dark trail dripping with sarcasm.
As Alexander grabbed the mop and bucket from the side of the ship, he began to mop what he thought was vomit, but when the stench of iron filled his withering lungs, he wondered why Brock hadn’t come back from…
“Where’s Rumlow?” Alexander asked shakily, not full of fear but anger.
“If thou looks thou shalt find,” Bucky mumbled matter-of-factly whilst pretending to pick at his nails.
As the elder man followed the crimson trail he found the deceased body of Brock.
“What on earth-”
“Tell me what he was planning.” Scowl, jaw clenching, brows furrowing.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alexander exclaimed, practically shaking in his worn leather boots as Sam held the barrel against his matted grey hair.
“Bull-fucking-shit, Pierce, tell me what Brock was doing, what he was planning against Y/N, or even me for all I know, or I promise Sam will put a bullet in that thick skull of yours just like I did to your little partner in crime.” Bucky was full of wrath, but he kept his voice low so he didn’t wake up his crew.
“We targeted her because… She’s young a-and pretty and-”
“Because you’re both disgusting pigs that objectify women and try to force them to satisfy your needs. Let me enlighten you, on your future journey aboard my ship,” Bucky sauntered closer to the disheveled man in front of him and continued in a low whisper, “now that your little friend has tried my patience and trust and I have had to waste a bullet, you will do as I say until I am done with you, you will not lay a finger on anyone, including myself and Y/N. I’m taking your firearms and weapons, henceforth taking your dignity. Consider yourself a man of the brig, Mr. Pierce.”
Sam lowered his pistol and stuffed it into his belt, keeping a watchful eye on Pierce as he continued to clean up the bloody mess on the brown flooring.
“I’ve got my eyes on you. Keep on cleanin’, white boy.”
“Who’s going to get rid of the body?” Wanda asked, biting her fingernails.
She had tucked you into bed once she finished cleaning the cut on your throat and the blood from your sweat sodden skin. She had the decency to change you out of your confinements too, the fabrics were chucked into a metal bucket full of hot water so the blood wouldn’t stain. Your limp body had made it hard for Wanda to dress you in a spare blouse, but the hard work had paid off.
“I was the one to kill him and I think I should be the one to chuck him overboard. Sam, would you think strapping a pair of boons to his feet would make him sink?”
“I think it would, Buck.” Sam snorted.
“Well then, I’ll be back shortly.”
With that, Bucky made his way to the main deck. He never intended to kill anyone, but when someone threatens someone he cares about most dear, his simmering anger turns to an over-boiled rage that cannot be contained. Sometimes he could control it, sometimes he couldn’t. Not this time, anyway. Shooting Brock Rumlow’s brains out was a rational thing to do, seeing as he was holding a very sharp dagger to his lady’s throat.
What he didn’t understand was why. Why? Why did he target you? Was there something Pierce wasn’t confessing? Was it something else?
He would never know now unless Pierce spilled his guts, and that’s why unwanted guilt washed over him like cold water as he steadied the dead body over the edge of the ship.
“May the gods have mercy on your soul Brock Rumlow, because I fucking won’t.”
As you woke up, you realised it was far from dawn due to the faint white rays of moonlight pouring through the small windows. Through tired, cloudy eyes you looked at your surroundings. You were in yours and Bucky’s shared bedchamber, though he was nowhere in sight. Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the large hand on the eleven and the smaller hand near the twelve.
How long had you been out for?
You looked down your body to find that you were dressed in one of Bucky’s worn blouses, who dressed you? Who cleaned you? Was Brock dead? Was everyone OK?
You had so many questions.
You carefully slipped from beneath the silk sheets of the warm bed and tiptoed towards the cabin.
“Bucky?” You called, your vision was still foggy from sleep, and you felt a throbbing sensation on the side of your throat. You peered into a nearby mirror and discovered you had a small gash on the side of your neck from where Brock had fallen behind you, his dagger had obviously caught but you were lucky it was just a small cut and no a full slice across the front.
“Y/N? How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, his hands gently resting on your shoulders.
“I, er, I don’t know really,” You gulped, tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you spoke, “Everything… Everything is just… Lord, I’m sorry Bucky-”
“Hey- no need for that, my love, none of this- NONE, of this is your fault. You’ve just been the victim of a very fucked up person, this was all HIS doing, not yours, don’t you even dare, for a second, think that you should blame yourself.” Bucky then tugged you to his chest as you let a few tears slip, you felt strong hands rub your back and stroke your hair as you breathed deep breaths.
“He said… He said he would have slit my throat, d-drained me and t-then used my body as a toy or s-something,” you hiccuped then, wincing as the scene replayed in your head, “and he said Pierce would be in on it too- and he said something about not risking Blackbeard- my father’s blade again.”
“Listen, you’re safe now, I… You know what I’ve done to Rumlow, he’s long gone, probably eaten by a shark or stolen by a siren by now. Though, Pierce is being kept in the brig behind bars, away from everyone else.” You furrowed your brows then, but before you could speak Bucky finished his sentence. “I’ll let you kick his ass soon, maybe shoot him in the foot.” You let out a watery giggle then, sniffling slightly. You saw the devotion in Bucky’s soft eyes then, along with his loving smile.
You realised then, that you loved this man, this big soft soul wrapped in steel skin, with silky brown hair and eyes as blue as the ocean tides. You didn’t want to say it so soon- so you just tugged his head down to yours so you could press a tender kiss to his lips. It was a passionate kiss, but there was no tongue, or groans or moans. Sheer bliss and you pulled away only slightly, your lips ghosting over his.
“May I ask who took care of me whilst you done whatever you did?”
“It was Wanda, I-I didn’t know whether you would have wanted I, a male, to touch you whilst unconscious, so I asked Wanda, a female, and your friend, to help you. Seeing as she’s uh… tended to your… womanly needs before-”
“Hush, James, I know what you mean. Thank you for respecting me.” You press a soft kiss to his lips, inwardly sighing at the warm contact as his hands cupped your jaw. “I’m hungry, but… I think I should get some clothes on first.”
“What do you think will happen?” Sam asked quietly as he stood behind his love, head resting his head on her shoulder.
“I don’t know, Sam, just know, that whatever happens, we’ll find a way out of it, we always do.” Wanda murmured, her hands resting on the ones draped gently across her shoulders, stroking his knuckles softly.
“Hey, look up, see that? Shooting star, better make a wish, darlin’.” Sam chuckled, his eyes stuck on the beautiful lass in front of him, she was his wish come true, so he didn’t have to ask for anything more.
“I couldn’t wish for anything more than you, Sam.”
You had spent the hour with Bucky in the main area of the cabin, you hadn’t exited the large room, therefore, you didn’t have to change. Bucky had kindly gone to the galley and fetched some bread, fruit and wine for you. You both sat by his desk, munching away.
As the clock chimed one, you and Bucky both bid goodnight to Wanda and Sam once they popped their heads through the door to do the same. As you both got comfortable in bed, you shuffled closer to one another, basking in each other's’ warmth and company. You felt Bucky yawn, his hard chest heaving against your cheek, causing you to yawn also.
“Yawning is as contagious as the black death, dare I say,” Bucky muttered tiredly, the vibrations of his voice relaxing you. His hands absentmindedly delved underneath the loose fabric of the baggy blouse that adorned your frame. His fingers traced light lines from your waist to your shoulder, slightly edging the blouse further and further up, the sound of even breathing and steady ocean waves lulled you to sleep.
During the early hours of the morning, you were jolted out of your sleep. Bucky had awoken too - having the ability to feel what you’re feeling - he felt the sweat roll down your temple, your erratic breathing and the tears burning in your eyes.
You were on high alert, you felt so panicked and scared. It hadn’t been a whole day and you were already having night terrors, Brock’s disfigured face haunted and tormented the insides of your eyelids, screaming into your dreaming ears, the feeling of cold steel still against your throat and sticky blood coating your skin like thick paint.
Bucky could feel you going into an erratic, panicked state and he shuffled closer to you to try and make you feel his gentle, calming touch. As his calloused hands made contact with yours, you looked at him with wide eyes. It felt like you were drowning, you couldn’t breathe and your head felt too heavy for your body like a siren out of the water.
“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay, he’s not here, he can’t touch you anymore, he’s dead, he’s gone, long gone. Breathe with me, darling, breathe nice and deep, there we go,” You shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck whilst your shoulders heaved with muscle-straining sobs. Bucky’s voice alone eased you to calmness again, and you slumped against him, tired and spent from the panic attack.
“I hope God has no mercy on that wretched man because I certainly won’t.” You groaned. You felt your head throb with pain from a number of tears you had shed now and then.
“I said the exact same thing, doll, I said the exact same thing. But just remember that I’m here for you, Wanda is here for you, so is Sam. You’re welcome to jump aboard Steve’s ship and talk to him or Peggy as well, they’re basically… only next door.” He finished his words with a firm kiss on your forehead. You snorted a little, rubbing your tired eyes.
You twisted your head to look at the large grandfather clock, it was only three in the morning and you still had time to rest but you were so, so petrified of the pictures flashing behind your eyelids again.
Then the reality of this whole situation combusted inside your chest, the realisation that your father, the most feared pirate in all continents, was probably out roaming the seas looking for you. What if he was angry? You shook the thought from your mind when you realized that you never owed him any explanation; he had tried courting you off with a strange man that was only interested in sex and breeding to keep his bloodline going, he paid barely any attention to you and he shrugged you off most of the time.
Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Steve, Peggy… They were your home now, not Port Royal. Your father could attempt to steal you away from the man you love and take you back to the island but there was a high chance of him being at the pointy end of everyone’s swords.
Most of the crew had taken a liking to you, apart from Pierce and the late Brock Rumlow, obviously, the thought made you shudder again.
“Y/N, darling, please rest -” Bucky whispered, his fingers gently ghosting against the skin of your neck. His large hand gently cradled your head as his thumb soothed over your earlobe, making you relax into his touch. You peered down to see the covers tangled between both your legs, putting them on show.
“Bucky- you never told me about that scar -” You ran your finger lightly over the thick scar on thigh, the tissue was painted in pinks and whites small tinges of red, the pattern almost resembled that of a map, like it was a guide to his soul. The thought made you smile a little and Bucky’s hand came to rest on yours as you traced the jagged edges of the memory etched upon his skin.
“I was a boy- probably about nine or ten years old, I had knocked over an oil lamp on my father’s ship and where the flame had caught my trousers the oil seeped straight through, I was running around like a lunatic, shouting for my father and the fire didn’t stop,” You peered up at Bucky to see him smiling, as if it was one of his fondest memories. “one jackass decided to pour rum on my leg, yeah, rum. The asshole thought it would extinguish the flames but alas, it did not. By then the mixed chemicals were already singing off my skin and I ended up with a third-degree burn, it was much bigger what it seems now, much bigger, it was so, so painful, as well.” Bucky grimaced as he looked down at the scarring.
“Well, Bucky, it definitely isn’t ugly, I assure you that.” You smiled up at him, your fingers still dancing around the seams of his beautiful flaw, and you felt him shiver at the contact. You pressed a light kiss on his jawline, lingering a bit longer than usual.
“Are you trying to give me a love bite, Miss L/N?” Bucky teased, his voice low and drawn out as his head tilted sideways, giving you access to the soft and stubble skin of his neck and jaw.
“Hmm, maybe, Captain Barnes, though one does not know how to do such a thing.” Your comment didn’t surprise him, but he pulled back to look at you anyway.
“Would you like me to show you, angel?” His blue eyes gazed down upon yours as he spoke his words, his tantalizing bottom lip pulled between his teeth.
You were unsure of what was to come, but you nodded your head anyway. You knew Bucky could sense your nervousness, as he pulled your face closer to his and took your lips in a passionate kiss.
“I’m gonna kiss you here,” one short kiss to your jaw, “here,” a lingering kiss to the area underneath your ear, which made you sigh only slightly, “and all round here, angel.”
Bucky began to lather your neck with kisses filled with lips teeth and tongue, Bucky worked his mouth over the soft flesh, earning a sharp moan to leave your throat as you felt a wonderful feeling between pain and pleasure envelope your mind. He nibbled softly, his tongue soothing over the spots almost instantly, but you moaned aloud when he blew cool onto the dampened spot, and you subconsciously hiked your thigh upwards and over his strong one.
Bucky shifted and grabbed a hand-mirror from the nightstand and pointed it at you, gently tilting your head. Your jaw went slack when you saw a pinky-purple splotch on the side of your neck, though you didn’t get a chance to react because Bucky had gone back to attacking your neck with more and more kisses.
He bit down a harder on the spot over your jugular as your cloth covered heat made contact with his thigh. Bucky’s large hands left your hips and neck to grasp your bum, making you straddle his thick thigh.
“You wanna rock them pretty hips against my thigh, my love? Hmm?” Bucky’s gravelly voice sent shocks right through you. “Let me show you how useful this big ol’ scar can be sweetheart.” His words could be deceived as innocent if spoken in a different manner, but they were so erotic you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth.
“Oh, Bucky, I- how does this feel so g-good?” You dropped your head to his broad shoulder as his hands found your bum, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and spreading your cheeks so you ground down harder onto him and so he could feel almost all of your heat against the sensitive skin of his scarred thigh. He paid no attention to the erection that tented against the large blouse adorning his body, his focus was on you, your body, your facial expressions, and most of all, the feeling of your damp little pussy grinding against him through a barrier of thin cotton.
You felt the pressure on your clothed clit as it dragged against the rough skin of his thigh, the knot in your stomach tightened further and further, making your legs quiver over his and your hips stuttered so badly that Bucky had to guide you himself, pushing you down a little bit harder, making you splutter out a moan.
Bucky’s eyes met yours and he could see that there was no colour left - your pupil had blown so wide he could barely see any of the pretty Y/E/C that usually resided there.
“Mhmm, keep rocking your hips my love - the contact of your pussy against me might just send me over the edge alone, God.” He pulled your neck down so he could press his mouth to yours again, your moans and gasps giving him access to explore your lips and tongue with his tongue.
One of his hands drifted over your loose blouse and cupped your breast, squeezing it gently and his thumb grazed over your nipple through the thin fabric.
“Are you gonna cum, angel?” You hummed against his mouth, overridden with euphoria and pleasure. Bucky took a moment before using his hand that was on your breast to part your lips, his tongue brushed against yours and he sucked it slightly, making you grind your hips hard into him, resulting in that final tug in the knot of your stomach to release.
“Unngh, Bucky- Fuck- Captain-” You groaned loudly, you swore the ship rocked again as you threw your head back in ecstasy.
“That’s it, kitten, just ride it out. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Did it feel good, my love?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from arousal and it made the slick wetness of your heat coat the insides of your thighs.
“Mmm, yes, B-Bucky it was… wow.”
“Do you feel a bit better now? A bit sleepy?” He shifted your legs so they were fully straddling his waist, you felt his hard erection press against your stomach and sighed. Nuzzling into his shoulder, you mumbled in thanks and pressed a lazy open-mouthed kiss on his neck, sucking slightly.
Bucky gasped at your bold movements, feeling your soft plump lips suck at his neck, then your teeth nipping gently and your tongue darting out to sooth the red skin in little strokes.
You raised your head to him, lids heavy with post-pleasure. “Mhmm, I just gave you a love-bite Captain Barnes, and it’s almost as pretty as you.”
Your arms hooked around his broad shoulders again, trying to bring yourself closer to him, you kissed him slowly and softly, but your clumsiness got the better of you, making you fall down on top of him, your chest pushing against his firm one as you sat on his waist. With this angle, you felt his hardness completely against you, but you were so tired you hadn’t caught yourself falling asleep on top of him, your wild hair fanning behind you.
Bucky chuckled at your sleeping state, fairly pleased with himself. He had managed to calm you down, make you sleepy again and distracted you so you wouldn’t have any nightmares about the previous night.
You know what I just realised… Remember how at the sports festival it was a running gag how Kirishima and Tetsutetsu’s quirks were “the same”/“way too similar”? Remember how we in the latest chapter learnt that Kirishima worked his ass off for his quirk to go from “making his skin an eensy teensy but harder” to be able to block everything from Bakugou’s blasts, getting iron thrown at him, and even make blades break on impact? Because Tetsutetsu’s quirk is Steel, his skin turns into steel, a quirk like that can’t really get “harder”/“steelier”, meaning (presumably) Tetsutetsu didn’t have to work as hard/work at all to get his quirk as strong as it is (like many others). No wonder Kirishima was upset, he seems to be one of the only people that really have to work really really hard on making his quirk stronger, because everyone has a strong ass hell quirk from the start, they have less to compare with.
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu Discussion
Kirishima wants to stand out and thinks his generic Quirk makes it difficult to stand out. The Sports Festival is time to catch the attention of pro hero agencies. It helps determine their careers. It is a big blow for Kirishima to see Tetsutetsu has a similar Quirk as his because it reinforces his fear that his Quirk is too generic and that he won’t be able to stand out and become a great hero.
It’s neat how the running gag of Kirishima and Tetsutetsu appearing very similar isn’t just a running gag. The two of them having similar Quirks exacerbates Kirishima’s insecurities about being dull and not being able to stand out.
Kirishima is a really good sport when he befriends Tetsutetsu after beating him in the first round of the Sports Festival Tournament. Thinking about how similar he and Tetsutetsu are must really upset him, but he puts his negative feelings to the side and befriends Tetsutetsu. That just goes to show how great of a person Kirishima is. He has the manly heart he wants to have, even if he doesn’t realize it.
Most of the heroes and most of the U.A. students have to train their Quirks and bodies in order to get them to the high level they are now. Some certainly have to train more than others. People like Mirio and Kirishima started out with weak Quirks and had to work hard to make their Quirks useful. Quirks are an extension of one’s body. They’re like muscles in that they have to be trained and used in order for the user to get them to their fullest potential. I assume Tetsutetsu must have worked hard to train his Quirk to the level it’s at now too. Not being able to get his Quirk harder than steel doesn’t mean using his Quirk well is easy. It must still take a lot of strength and stamina in order for Tetsutetsu to turn his body into steel.
Something that was really weird to me is how Monoma is able to use Kirishima’s Quirk well enough to withstand Bakugou’s explosions.
We know Kirishima’s Quirk was really weak back in middle school, despite Kirishima being physically fit during middle school, so how was Monoma able to use Kirishima’s Quirk better than middle school Kirishima was able to use his Quirk?
This may be a plot hole on Horikoshi’s part. But another thing to keep in mind is in order for people to use their Quirks well, they must train their bodies and Quirks. Kirishima’s Quirk in particular gets stronger when he works on training the hardness of his Quirk.
Having muscle strength is important for Kirishima’s hardening to work well, but his hardening can’t improve unless he specifically trains his Quirk’s hardening as well. Monoma had to have experience using some other type of hardening Quirk so that he can use Kirishima’s. My guess is Monoma did some Quirk training with Tetsutetu’s Quirk for months leading up to the Sports Festival, and that’s how he was able to use Kirishima’s Quirk so effectively. The reason why middle school Kirishima’s Quirk was so weak was because he didn’t train his Quirk specifically. Kirishima said he trained in body in order to compensate for his weak Quirk, which means he didn’t train his Quirk. He just accepted his Quirk won’t get stronger.
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu know how to use their Quirk better than Monoma knows how to use their Quirks. Monoma only has enough sufficient Quirk training to be able to harden parts of his body enough to withstand Bakugou’s explosions. He can’t harden for as long as Tetsutetsu and Kirishima can, he can’t get his hardening anywhere near as hard as Kirishima can, and he probably can’t get to full body hardening. However, even a little Quirk training is better than no Quirk training.
Quirk training is important for Kirishima to get his Quirk stronger. Quirk training is what got Kirishima to Red Riot Unbreakable.
With this in mind, Kirishima and Tetsutetsu must have both trained their Quirks in similar ways in order to get them to the levels they’re at now. That’s how Monoma is able to use Kirishima’s Quirk effectively. This means Tetsutetsu also had to work hard in order to get his Quirk to the level it’s at now. Sure, Kirishima worked hard to get his Quirk strong and must have gotten upset at the prospect of his Quirk training not paying off, but he has no reason to believe Tetsutetsu didn’t have to work as hard especially when their Quirks were at equal levels of hardness at the time.
(I could be wrong about the Monoma portion of this post since a lot of that is just blind guessing on my part. Monoma could have also learned hardening from someone else with a Quirk similar to hardening, but Tetsutetsu seemed to be the most likely, so I ran with that argument.)