Word Count: 1377

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AN: To help clear any confusion in this fic bucky has had all his brainwashing wiped from shuri already and remembers his past. Also the reader only know he was experimented on by hydra, not that he was the winter soldier. Also if you want to be tagged just comment guys :))

Part One

“Please! Stop this please! I don’t want to hurt anyone! Why are you doing this to me?“ His screams echoed around the metal walls of the hidden underground Hydra facility. The place felt cold and empty, cries from other prisoners could be heard throughout the entire facility. This place was haunting. You moved closer to the screams, you knew it was him. You opened the rusted metal door in front of you, instantly wishing you hadn’t. There he was, James Barnes, strapped down to a chair with needles sticking into his head as some strange man read a set of words from a little red book that would ultimately trigger the brainwashing they had ingrained into his mind seventy years ago. "Stop it! The man on the bridge, I know him! I know him!” Bucky thrashed around in his seat desperately but it was no use. When the final word was spoken his head fell down limp, his breathing heavy for a few moments before he regained eye contact with the man. It was as if he was a completely different person and that’s because in that moment he was. “Welcome back Winter Soldier, mission report…”.

You woke up with a gasp, the tears flowing heavily down your cheeks caused by the horrific vision. “You alright doll?” The sound of his deep voice startling you, he was the last person you’d expect to wake up to. Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in the scene around you. It looked like you were in a bedroom, yet not one that was previously occupied as there was no sign of any personal belongings. You figured you were in a spare room somewhere in the Avengers Facility, but you were finding it difficult to understand why James Barnes was sitting here next to you and how it was even possible.

“How are you here right now? You died in World War Two?” You questioned in disbelief hoping to god that you wouldn’t blackout again at the shock of seeing him. Leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms, he held eye contact with you as he smirked in response.“Well I feel very much alive right now doll so that can’t be true.”

A blush crept up on your cheeks at his words, mentally scolding yourself for being so easily affected by this man. “Where’s Cindy? And Steve? She normally would be freaking out right now so it’s unlike her to leave me alone when I’m like this.”

“You’ve been out for a couple hours doll. Steve only just dragged Cindy out a few minutes before you woke up to get her some coffee. I think they like each other already by the way, shamelessly flirting with each other in front of me. Heck I think I even saw old Steve Rogers blush for the first time since the 40′s.” A chuckled left your mouth at the thought of your best friend making Captain America blush but you don’t blame him, Cindy seemed to attract guys and girls all the time but she’s never been in a serious relationship, something about finding “the one”. 

“She explained your powers to me so I’d understand your blackouts but when I asked her why this had anything to do with me she wouldn’t answer. She said that it was better coming from you?” You felt a little guilty dragging the poor guy into this mess, but you didn’t know what else to do. Using practically all the strength you had left after that episode you managed to sit yourself up, leaning against the headboard and letting out a sigh as you found the right words to explain this to him. 

“Sometimes with my powers I blackout, have visions of peoples present or past. It’s like I’m placed into the moment, I can walk around and observe everything that’s happening but that’s as far as it goes communication wise. But for the last month they been reoccurring, almost every day. It uses a lot of my energy when it happens and I can’t control it, and since it’s been so frequent it’s harshly effecting my body. I had to try something to stop it, that’s why I’m here…” 

James looked at you sympathetically, it was clear to anyone that these episodes were a real problem for you. Your eyes were visibly tired, lips dry and skin an unnatural paler shade. However he was still confused as to what this had to do with him. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, I just don’t understand what I can do to help you.”

Visibly gulping you stared down at your hands, you were dreading telling him you’d been basically dreaming about him because it was incredibly awkward. Your voice was quiet as you shyly explained yourself. “I’ve kind of already met you before this.”

He seemed taken aback by your response, confusion etched onto his face. “I don’t understand.” You moved your attention to a spot on the wall beside you, too nervous to see his reaction to any of this. “I uh…you’re the person I’ve been having visions of.”

However you weren’t expecting a chuckle to sound from him at your revelation, confusion causing you to snap your head around to see him wearing the biggest smirk. “You’ve been dreaming of me?”

Your eyes widened at his accusation, cheeks for the second time today tinged pink from his words.“Wha- no it’s not like that-”

“I’m only teasing doll. What do you see?”

“Sometimes it’s visions of your present, simple things like you waking up in the morning or interacting with Steve or Sam. Other times it’s your past. One time I watched you out dancing with a girl before the war but leaving her side when you saw a much smaller Steve sitting by himself. You cracked a few jokes and made him feel better, and your hair was all gelled back.” A giggle escaped your mouth remembering how different he looked in that vision, all dressed up in clothes from that era. 

“I remember that day, we went and brought pop rocks from the milk bar on the way home.” He smiled at the memory and didn’t seem to be freaked out about your visions of his life which you were thankful for. “What did you see when you blacked out today? You were crying when you woke up?”

You frowned at the memory, the sound of his screams still present in the back of your mind. “I saw you being tortured by some man from Hydra, it was horrific. But I’m confused about something, he called you The Winter Soldier?”

James avoided your gaze as he looked down at the floor, the name clearly having an affect on him. “It began during the war, fell off a train and lost my arm from the fall. Hydra captured me, experimented on me, got a metal arm and eventually gave me the super soldier serum. They brainwashed me as well, tortured me until I didn’t question anything and obeyed their every order. They turned me into the ultimate weapon who would kill any target they asked me to, Hydra called me The Winter Soldier. They found a way to preserve my body, keep me alive for years so they could pull me out whenever they needed The Winter Soldier. That’s how I’m still alive now. I was sent to target Nick Fury a few years back and Steve saw that it was me behind the mask. Long story short he rescued me from Hydra, got my mind back into my control and now I live here.”

You didn’t realise it until a tear hit your arm that you were crying again, quickly reaching up to wipe away the tears. “I’m so sorry that happened to you James, no one deserves that.”

He sent you a sad smile and you felt a strange feeling in your stomach at the sight but shrugged it off. “Don’t cry doll I’m fine now. But now we just have to figure out how to help you.” He leaned closer to you making your heart race, a shiver ran through your body at the feeling of his thumb wiping away your tears. God what was this boy doing to you?

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Word Count: 1563

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

An: Hi i’m back but for how long is the question. I’m an adult now so like that’s weird and it made me question even writing these anymore but then I was like fuck it between black panther and infinity war I needed to write something so I did. Anyway in this story the reader has telepathy powers and keeps having reoccurring dreams of bucky. And yes this was inspired by the Disney classic once upon a dream but actually the darkness to lana del reys cover was more of an inspiration to this fic. Should I come back to doing these though? I need opinions because I was on a roll for a bit there last year and writing does make me happy. But I suffered with exams and work, graduating last year and now work and uni but i’m trying to balance everything guys. Anyways you’re always free to message me and everything I always appreciate and respond to feedback :))

Part Two

The ringing of his alarm clock woke him from his sleep, something he appeared to be getting little of by the dark circles that were prominent under his tired eyes. The stranger pulled the sheets away from his body, exposing his bare chest that was covered in scars. He clearly has struggled, no one just get’s scars like those going through a normal life. The man groggily got out of bed, bare feet moving over to a shirt that was lazily thrown on the ground the previous night before throwing it on over his head. Just from watching his few movements alone you could tell that this man was lonely and you couldn’t help how your heart tugged at the sight of his lonesome. Making his way to the bathroom he leaned over the sink with his metal arm before running the water and splashing it on his face with the other, and that’s when you saw his face properly for the first time. Before it was only a blur or slight outline of his features but now you could see everything. From his sharp jawline and scruffy chin to his chapped lips that remained expressionless. But when you looked into his ocean blue eyes for the first time it was like you could feel this mans pain. All the traumatic memories he held in his mind, you could feel them all. The pain quickly became to much to handle, and that’s when you awoke.

“Y/N?! Oh no it’s happening again.”

The panicked voice of your best friend and roommate Cindy was the first thing you heard when you came to. Your vision quickly adjusted to the light in the room and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sight of your friend nervously pacing in circles before you. “How long was I out for this time Dee?”

The sound of your voice startled Cindy, but a smile was quick to appear on her face as she practically attacked you in hugs. “I was really worried this time Y/N. I mean this has been going on for weeks but you’ve never been under this long before.”

You took her hand in your own reassuringly, you knew how concerned Cindy has been about your recent episodes. And she had a right to be, you’d gone years without your blackouts but for the last month they’ve been reoccurring almost every day and it was beginning to take a toll on your body. Sure you could excersise your abilities all the time; reading peoples minds, communicating to others through thoughts and interpreting others emotions. Yet whenever you’d black out like this you’d wake up feeling more physically drained then ever. You were unwillingly telepathicly connecting with some stranger and your body can’t handle that much use of your power, you weren’t strong enough yet. 

“It was different this time Dee.” You tried sitting up in bed but you couldn’t even find the energy for that, you were beginning to feel helpless in the situation and didn’t know how much more of this you could take. Cindy noticed your struggle and put her arm around your back, slowly aiding you in sitting upright. “How? What happened?”

You gulped as you thought back to what you’d seen. “I saw him…I saw his face.” The lonely stranger finally had a face, now maybe finding him would be the key to ending all of this. “I think…I think I have to find him. Maybe someone or something wants me to contact him. Either way maybe finding him will stop all of this and we can go back to our normal lives where I don’t pass out every second day.”

Cindy let out a snort at your later words. “It’s not really hard to explain why my friend keeps passing out, but the glowing green eyes are a bit of a problem.” Laughter escaped your lips and you lunged into your friends arms, engulfing her in a way too tight hug but you didn’t care. She was your best friend and you loved her and you don’t know how you’d cope without her by your side. 

“Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Born March the 10th 1917! Y/N this can’t be him, he’d be like a hundred years old by now.” Yet you couldn’t tear your eyes away the Cindy’s laptop screen. There he was, the guy from your dreams. He looked exactly like him, the only difference being that he had long shoulder length hair, yet in this photo he was rocking a much shorter style. But it couldn’t be the same guy, this was taken in World War Two not even mentioning the fact that this site says James Barnes died whilst fighting alongside Captain America during the war. None of this made sense but you weren’t going to just give up so easily. 

“Maybe he has family, maybe the guy in your dreams is Sergeant Barnes great great grandson?” 

“I just can’t get over how much it looks like him.” You let out a sigh as you fell back onto your bed, still feeling tired from your episode earlier. Your short moment of rest was interrupted by a sudden squeal from your best friend. “Wait! I have an idea. According to the website James Barnes fought alongside Captain America during the war. So maybe if we find the Cap we can find your guy.”

“That’s a great idea apart from one problem.” 

“What?”

“How in the heck are we going to talk to Captain America? It’s not like we can just walk into the Avengers Facility and request to speak to him.”

Cindy seemed to agree with your words for a moment, only for a moment. You knew she was up to something when a devious grin appeared on her face and she suddenly slammed her laptop closed. “Oh no I know what that look means-”

“Y/N, pack your bags because we’re going to New York.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You muttered out nervously as you stood outside the gates of the Avengers Facility. You haven’t been able calm your nerves ever since you got on the plane to New York this morning and now you were actually here it was so much worse. However Cindy didn’t seem at all phased about any of this, in fact she was probably estatic about breathing the same air as Earths mightiest heroes. 

“You better believe it. We’re finding your guy Y/N and we’re gonna make you better, okay?” You nodded in agreement because as scary as this situation was it was your only shot at fixing your problem. 

Cindy pressed the buzzer waiting for someone to pick up, you were sure they were aware of your presence already, you could only imagine the amount of security they had on this place. “Hey uh Avengers? Mr Stark? Anyone? We’re here on urgent matters so if you could let us in that would be great. See my friend here is a telepath-”

“Dee! You can’t just tell people that!” You jabbed her side in frustration, surely you were never getting inside the compound now. “Look anyways my ungrateful friend here keeps having these, uh, episodes and she’s blacking out, eyes glowing, says she has visions of some guy and wakes up with no energy left. Long story short we need to speak to Captain Rogers, like now.”

You scoffed at your friend, shaking your head in disbelief. “Dee we might as well leave now after that speech.” You began to walk away before you heard the gates opening behind you. Your eyes widened in shock but your friend just looked as smug as ever at her accomplishment. “I can’t believe that actually worked.” You murmured in disbelief. 

As you both made your way towards the building your nerves returned, what were you even supposed to say? “Hi Captain Rogers, I think I’m seeing your dead best friend from World War Two in my dreams and these dreams are possibly slowly killing me.”

“Excuse me?”

The unknown voice startled you out of your thoughts making you jump in surprise. There standing in front of you looking confused as ever was Steve Rogers himself and somehow he heard you. “How did you do that? I heard that in my head?” His eyes furrowed in confusion at you, but he didn’t appear angry in any way, his entire aurora gave off a feeling of kindness and warmth. “Oh sorry that was an accident. I’m a telepath, I didn’t mean to invade your mind like that though and that’s not how I wanted to tell you about my visions of James Barnes.”

His eyes suddenly widened at the name that left your lips. “Wait Bucky-”

But before he could finish he was interrupted by a males voice that felt familiar to you for some reason. “Hey Steve why did you leave training so quick?” That’s when your heart stopped for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat at the sight in front of you. There he was, the man in your dreams, James Barnes, supposedly dead for over seventy years, yet standing in front of you looking very much alive. He stared back at you but there was no recognition on his face, only confusion to your strange reaction. Before you blacked out all you could remember was those goddamn ocean blue eyes. 

There will be way more Bucky in the next part this is just setting up the story so don’t worry guys I got you

Word Count: 1390

Pairing: Loki x Reader

AN: WARNING THERE IS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THOR RAGNAROK IN THIS SO PLEASE DON’T READ AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT YET AND DON’T BLAME ME IF YOU DON’T READ THIS AND GET SPOILED COS I WARNED YA

It had been all but a month since you stared helplessly from the ships window watching your home be burnt to the ground. Nothing could have ever prepared you for that, seeing all you’ve ever known be wiped away in a matter of minutes. Yet as you watched your city turn to ash, a new sense of hope was given to your people. As your rightful heir took his place on a more or lesser versions of a throne, we knew that this wasn’t the end of Asgard.As the great Heimdall, who was also a great friend to you, once said “Asgard is not a place, it’s the people.”

So that’s how you ended up here, cruising the galaxy in a gigantic spaceship packed full with Asgardians. It wasn’t the greatest living arrangement but you couldn’t complain. It still beats the cave everyone stayed in during Hela’s rule. Even after everything that’s happened, all the death and destruction, you know that Thor is the greatest king your people have ever had. And unlike Oden, he didn’t need to kill and abuse his power to do it. Heck even prince Loki has changed for the better, his old self would never have come back to save your people. Something had changed within both brothers and it was definitely the good kind of change.

Thoughts of your old home plagued your mind as you sat lent against the wall, palms faced upwards as you attempted to wield your magic. Yes, technically you could be a witch of sorts but not even you had figured out the extent of your power or how you came to posses it. For now the most you can do is levitate small objects for a short period of time. You hated how you couldn’t do more to help your people during Ragnarok. The most you could do was help Heimdall gather the people to safety as not even your fighting skills were more than satisfactory.

A loud knock on your door caused you to lose focus, the red mist of your magic disappearing from your finger tips. With a sigh you stood up to answer it, hoping to the gods that it wasn’t someone coming to give you kitchen duty for the day. However when you opened the door you were surprised to see Valkyrie, your newest friend who’d you’d met during your first week on the ship.

“Took you long enough Y/N.” Your friend was leaning against the wall outside your door, drink in her hand and a sour expression on her face. "Wow aren’t you in the best of moods today.“

Her expression immediately softened at your words, sighing before taking another swig of her drink. "I’m sorry it’s just, I’ve been so overwhelmed by everything lately.”

Closing the door behind you, you sent her a sympathetic smile. "Wanna talk about it over a drink?“

"Gods you know me so well.”

“So tell me, what’s on your mind?” You asked, turning to face your friend whilst sipping your drink. Her mood quickly faltered as she thought, whatever was bothering her must really be getting to her. "Thor.“

That was definitely not the answer you were expecting to come out of her mouth. "Our king?” You leaned in closer now, quickly interested in the situation. You’d never personally met the guy but after meeting Val you sure heard a lot about him. Your friend only slumped onto the table in front of you, groaning into her arms in clear frustration.“He’s a pain in the ass sometimes.”

Your eyebrow quirked at this, you’d never seen Val so worked up about someone since, well never. “Oh really? In what way?”

“He won’t leave me alone! He always wants my input on every situation. He says these stupid things but for some reason it makes my heart beat faster and sometimes…”

“What?”

“Sometimes when I’m around him my cheeks, the go all red. It’s infuriating!”

A smirk appeared on your face. As grown up and tough as Val was, she was still so oblivious to her feelings. "Val, did it ever occur to you that you might like him?“ She only rolled her eyes at your words, not understanding the context behind them. "Well of course I like him, I don’t hate him.”

“No no no. As in more than just a friendly way.”

Her face instantly grew red at the accusation, anger evident in her voice. "Are you out of your mind? Of course i’m not in love with the king.“

"Who’s in love with me?”

Val’s eyes widened, her body going stiff at the sound of Thor’s voice coming from behind her. Slowly turning around to greet him she feigned her normal stony expression but her blushing cheeks gave her emotions away. "Uh no one of course. Oh Y/N I don’t think you and Thor have met before. Y/N this is Thor and Thor this is Y/N.“

You shook your head slightly at her actions, of course she’d find a way to change to subject. You offered the king a friendly smile, he definitely wasn’t any less attractive up close. "It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Ah so you’re the friend Valkyrie won’t shut up about.." 

"Wow Val I’m flattered.”

“Oh shut up. So, what brings you here Thor?" 

"I was going to ask if you wanted to have a drink with me, but I see you’ve already got company.” Disappoint was evident on his face, as much as he tried to hide it. You felt for the guy, you really did. Both Val and Thor clearly liked each other but your friend was also stubborn when it came to her feelings. 

“Yes me and Y/N are busy so if you don’t mind-”

You stood up abruptly, Val’s eyes wide as you began to leave her alone with her crush. “Oh would you look at the time, I’ve actually got this thing I’ve gotta get to so…bye!" 

"W-what?! Y/N!”

As you left the room you could still faintly hear the conversation between them. “So…may I join you?” The king flirted shamelessly, your friend gritting her teeth in anger. "I’m gonna kill that girl.“

You were making your way back to your room, when turning a corner you walked right into a hard chest. The sounds of books hitting the ground accompanied your fall onto the hard surface. That was definitely going to bruise in the morning. You began collecting the books the stranger had dropped, not yet looking up from the floor. "I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going-”

“Clearly.”

The voice definitely belonged to a man, one with evidently terrible manners. Rolling your eyes at the rude remark you finished gathering the books, raising up onto your feet before harshly shoving them into the strangers chest. "You don’t have to be so god damn rude about it.“

It wasn’t until those words left your mouth did you finally look at the man in front of you. Your eyes widening at the Prince, your state of shock rendering you speechless. Like his brother you’d never seen Loki up close before, but gods was he unlike any man you’d ever seen. It was as if you were stuck in a trance as you became mesmerised by his eyes, taking into account all the details on his face in pure wonder. 

Loki, however, obviously grew impatient and frustrated by your stares as he harshly snapped you back into reality. "Are you just going to stand there all day and stare at me.”

In a way you were thankful for his words as it reminded you of why you were mad at this boy in the first place. Prince or not, he didn’t have the right to speak to you that way. “Are you always such an asshole to strangers or is it just your sour personality?”

He was clearly offended by your words as his fists clenched in rage, obviously not liking the words that were tumbling out of your mouth. "Excuse me! I am Loki, Prince of Asgard-“

"Well Asgard is gone. And that still doesn’t give you the right to be so rude!” As you stormed away in anger Loki noticed something in his state of shock. A red mist sparking from your fingertips as you walked away in fury. 

 "A mage…”

Word Count: 1553

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I’m really sorry about how inconsistent these have been but I've been really sick and also have my final exams and assignment all at the same time so i’m kind of freaking out. But i’m trying my best to keep posting :)

“Pete!” You quicken up your pace when you catch sight of your best friend Peter Parker at his locker. Upon hearing your voice he turned around, sending you a friendly smile as you approached. "Hey Y/N what’s up?“ 

Today the boys hair was a curly mess that you always found adorable, wanting to reach out and twirl the strands in between your fingers. But you could never do that, you were just friends. "Are we still on for tonight?" 

He seemed confused as he pulled a textbook from his locker before turning his attention back to you. "Sorry?” Rolling your eyes in response you let out an audible sigh, this was typical of Peter to forget about plans. "The lego death star…“ Recognition flashed in his eyes as he shut his locker, but something was off with him. "Oh yeah of course! I wouldn’t miss it.” He’d been acting strange for a while now, always seeming so distracted and forgetting things or just not showing up to classes which Peter Parker would never have even thought of doing not so long ago. You weren’t the only one who had noticed this change in him, your friends Ned and Michelle had been worried about him too. And now as you looked at the boy that you not only cared deeply about but was in love with, you had to know what was troubling him.“Are you okay Pete? You’ve just been acting strange lately and i’m worried about you- Pete are you even listening to me?" 

Noticing that Peter was staring off behind you oblivious to what you were saying, you turned around to see what could possibly be more important than yourself. But god did you wish you didn’t. Because standing at the end of the hallway was Peter’s crush Liz Allan, looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever as she walked the halls. To say the sight crumpled your heart into nothing was an understatement, you had to leave before tears started to surface in front of Peter. "Never-mind i’ll see you later.” He didn’t hear your goodbye or notice you walk away though as he was too busy staring at the girl of his dreams. The girl that wasn’t you. A few moments pass before the boy finally snaps out of his daydream, looking around confusedly as to where his best friend disappeared to. "Y/N?“

"Boys ain’t shit.” You muttered grumpily taking a seat beside Michelle in your fourth period history class. Looking up from her notes she nodded her head in agreement, twirling the pen she was writing with in her hand. "Tell me about it. So what’s got you in a mood? Is it Parker again?“ 

You almost let out a laugh at her words for it truly seemed like he was the reason for both your happiness and sadness lately. It would be so much easier if you could just take away your feelings for your best friend but sadly it wasn’t that simple. "When isn’t it. I can’t have a full conversation with him if Liz Allan walks past, not to mention how crappy that makes me feel because…well you know." 

"You need to get over that boy Y/N, it’s breaking you. Unless you confess your feelings-" 

"Nope no no way in hell is that happening. Completely out of the question." 

Michelle almost let out a groan in frustration. She was honestly tired of seeing her friend hurt like this and deep down she knew Peter liked her back even if he didn’t know it himself yet. "You’ll never know if you never try.”

“I’m not gonna lose my best friend over some stupid crush okay.” You exclaimed, leaning your head on top of your arms as they rested on the desk in front of you. Michelle placed a comforting hand on her friends shoulder feeling pity for her. "Fine fine but I still think it’s your best option.“ 

"Hey you made it.” Bouncing up from your position on the bed you practically tackled Peter into a hug and he hadn’t even come through the door yet. He laughed at your reaction to his arrival, wrapping his arms around you in return making your heart flutter at his touch. "Of course, you said you made cookies.“ 

"I did.” Pulling away from his embrace you reached for the platter of chocolate chip cookies that just came out of the oven and offer them to your friend. "Uh you’re the best Y/N.“ He mumbled before stuffing a cookie into his mouth and smiling at the taste, they were always his favourite. 

"Sure am.” Agreeing to his statement you set the cookies down before taking a seat on the ground in front of the lego pieces that were piled in the middle of your room. Pulling on Peter’s hand you dragged him down there with you, folding out the diagram of the death star with a determined look on your face. “Okay let’s do this!" 

2 hours later 

"Do you want a drink?” It was the first thing spoken in a while due to the utter concentration you both had on this project. Looking up from what he was doing Peter sent you a small smile. “Yes please." 

Nodding you stood up from your spot to go to the kitchen, not getting very far however as you step on something causing extreme pain to course throughout your foot and for you to stumble forward in the process. "Ouch!” You let out before hopping around on one foot over to your bed, cradling the foot that was in pain. 

 "What happened?“ Concern flashed across his face as he quickly got up from the floor. "I stood on a lego and I think I rolled my ankle in the process.” Your words came out as a whine as you rubbed your ankle in an attempt to ease the pain, your explanation causing Peter to visibly wince.

“Here let me get some ice." 

"No no it’s fine Pete really-”

Ignoring your refusal he rushed to the kitchen anyway knowing that you’d need to ice the injury in order for it to heal quicker. He soon returned with a bag of frozen peas, not being able to find an ice pack in the fridge.  "Here this will help.“ Taking a seat beside you on the bed he took your foot and gently moved it up onto his lap, pressing the frozen peas against your ankle. You couldn’t deny that you found it incredibly cute how he was taking care of you. That was something you could always count on him for; taking care of you. 

 "You don’t have to do this you know.” He shrugged in response, still concentrating on icing your ankle as he spoke. "I’m your Pete, I’ll always look out for my Y/N.“ 

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, he sure knew how to make a girl swoon. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you stared at the boy in front of you but you couldn’t help it, you were a hormonal teenage girl. Momentarily forgetting about the pain in your ankle you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug causing Peter to jolt back a little in surprise before relaxing into your arms.

"Please don’t ever leave me.” You mumbled into his shirt sleeve as you felt his arms trace small circles across your back in comfort. "What? Where’d you get that idea from?“ Shaking his head and chuckling at the idea he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Continuing to talk into his shoulder you let out the thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for months now. "People change Pete. They grow up and start relationships and lose some, what if I lose you?”

He pulled away from the embrace, gently tilting your chin up to face him and taking your hands into his own. “Hey listen to me, I’ll always be here for you okay? I promise." 

You find yourself speechless as you stare back at the boy you loved. It was only now that you noticed the close proximity between you both, causing your cheeks to darken into a blush. It was silent as Peter placed his hand softly against your cheek, the only sound filling the room being both of your heavy breaths. Eventually you both find yourselves starting to lean in, almost closing the gap between you when the sound of Peter’s phone ringing snaps you both out of whatever trance you were just in. 

Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone, bringing it to his ear as he avoided eye contact with you. "May hey…okay i’ll be there soon…okay bye.” You found yourself looking at your lap,  far too nervous to look at Peter right now. What if he is freaked out by what just happened? What if he knows my secret now? What if he never speaks to me again?

“I guess i’ll see you tomorrow?” You spoke up, still avoiding eye contact with him. "Um yeah, see you then.“ With that Peter reached for his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder and walked out the door. You let out a groan as you leaned back onto the bed, face palming as you thought about what just occurred. "What the hell did I just do?!”

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: Believe me I know I haven’t posted in the longest time. It’s my final year of school and I just finished exams a week ago and I’ve been busy but i’m back :) I couldn’t not post when Spider-man homecoming is being released this week which i’m super excited for by the way I can’t contain my excitement I went out and brought a thwip!shirt i’m that excited for this movie. You can read part two , three , fourandfivehere 

The web slinging crime fighting hero had been occupying most of your thoughts recently, ever since you came to the conclusion that he attended your high school. Your were convinced New York’s newest hero walked the same crowded halls you did every day since the time you saw Spider-man crawling out of an empty classroom window wearing a backpack and holding a math textbook in his hand. After that encounter your stubborn and determined attitude had to know the truth about the hero’s real identity and it was still eating away at you to this day. You’d always wanted to be a detective when you grew up and it was easy to see why as you weren’t ever happy unless you had all the answers. And recently the question “Who is Spider-man?” was swirling around in your mind.

“What makes you so sure he even goes here Y/N?” Your best friend Liz Allan questioned from beside you on the bench. Her words distracted you from your deep analysis of the class in front of you doing PE, your eyes searching the room for someone that could possibly be the masked vigilante. Turning towards your friend you slumped back in your seat already feeling bored of this free period. “I have proof, believe me Liz. I just can’t figure out exactly who it is yet.”

The dark haired girl seemed lost in her thoughts as she placed her chin in the palm of her hand, a small lovestruck smile gracing her lips. “Spider-man would have to be dark and mysterious…and incredibly handsome.” Rolling your eyes at Liz romanticising the super hero you playfully nudged her shoulder to snap her out of her thoughts. "Whoa someones got the hots for Spider-man.“ You playfully teased as a deep red coated your friends cheeks in embarrassment. It seems someone else was listening to your conversation as you notice your classmate Peter Parker look over at you and Liz with wide eyes, looking like he just paused mid sit up at the words that just left your mouth. However when he catches your gaze on him he abruptly goes back to what he was doing.

His actions left you confused, mostly to how the boy even heard what you were saying when he was on the other side of the room and as to why he would react in such a way. "Strange…” You muttered out as you focused your attention on the boy for a minute until you were rudely interrupted by your friend snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Hello? Are you even listening to me?" 

Shaking your head from your thoughts you turned your attention back to Liz. "Oh sorry what?” Letting out a sigh in annoyance at her friend, Liz crossed her arms in front of her showing her irritation. "I was saying I don’t have a crush on Spider-man.“ A snort accidentally escaped you at her blatant lies, she should know you can’t lie about such things to your best friend because they always know the truth. "Liz he saved you from dying one day and ever since you get all flustered when his name is brought up in conversation. Who are you trying to fool here? Come on i’m your best friend I notice everything." 

She appeared at a loss for words as she stared back at you, mouth slightly agape."Flash asked me to homecoming.” Her words were rushed out forcefully as she tried to change the subject from her feelings towards Spider-man. “Okay first off stop changing the subject and secondly please tell me you declined.” A groan passed your lips as she nervously looked away from you, already giving you the answer. You had the urge to pull out your hair in frustration at the situation, there was no one you despised more than Flash Thompson. “Seriously Liz?!" 

"I didn’t know how to reject him. I felt bad.” Her bottom lip stuck out expressing her unhappiness with the situation. You gently grabbed your friends hands in your own, your motherly instincts coming out as you were 97 days older than her and you would never let her forget it. "Sweetie you do not owe that guy anything.“ A sigh escaped her as she leaned into your shoulder for comfort. "I know I just…can we just not talk about it." 

A thought popped into your mind as she uttered those words causing another groan to leave your mouth. "Well who am I supposed to go with now?! We were gonna go together remember, since I’m forever single and all that.” You felt her mumble an apology into your shoulder but you didn’t need one, you’d already forgiven her. An idea popped into Liz’s head as she pulled apart from you all of a sudden. “Hey, if you found out Spider-man’s true identity then maybe you could go with him?” She spoke excitedly trying to make you feel better about the situation. But it failed to work as you doubt you’d find out who he really was in time for the dance, let alone the fact that a guy would never ask you to the dance. 

“Looks like i’m going with me, myself and I." 

Later that day you were planning to go to the library to study but didn’t make it far as someone sprinted around a corner and rushed straight into you. Immediately losing your balance you began to fall backwards, but before you could hit the ground you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Looking up your eyes met with those of Peter Parker. How did he catch you so fast? You never pictured Parker having such fast reflexes, they were almost unnatural. And his eyes are so much darker up close-

“Are you okay Y/N?” The sound of his voice breaks you out of your trance as you stand back up properly, feeling a blush forming on your cheeks which was surprising to you. Not once had a boy made you feel that way; fictional characters didn’t count. “I’m okay but uh thank you for catching me and all that Peter. So…where are you off to in a hurry?”

The boy seemed unprepared for the question as he fumbled over his words and providing a lame and non believable excuse. “Oh just uh-a thing." 

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your body at his words. "Sounds important.” Giggling? Since when did you giggle at a boy?! What on earth was going on with you right now.

Clearing his throat a little Peter appeared nervous at his next question. “Yeah, hey you’re best friends with Liz right?“ And there it was, the line that you’d been asked by countless boys already today and every day since the homecoming was announced. But for some reason when Peter asked the same question it caused your heart to drop a little and your throat to close up momentarily; you weren’t sure as to why you were feeling this way. Pushing away those feelings you put on a brave face and nodded in response. Oh god here it comes. He definitely wasn’t the first guy to ask her the same question today. 

"Do you…do you know if she has a date yet to homecoming?” Thinking back to Liz’s confession earlier that day your felt almost guilty that you had to crush this boys hopes of going with your friend. "I’m…i’m really sorry Peter. Tragically she’s going with Flash.“ His face noticeably dropped at this information and he switched his gaze down to his shoes trying to hide his emotions from you. "Oh. Well I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you Y/N." 

As she started running down the hallway again a sudden thought entered your mind. Peter was always running away and skipping classes this past year and it was strange to say the least. What could he possibly be doing that causes him to be absent half the time unless… 

"Parker wait!” He halted his movements at the sound of your voice and you quickly caught up to him with interrogation on your mind. Reaching for his arm you held onto it to keep him from running away from your questions, trying to ignore the strange feeling you got from touching him. “Where do you go every day Peter?" 

That one question made the boy visibly gulp, obviously he was trying to hide something and didn’t want anyone finding out. Your eyebrows furrowed as you observed the boys behaviour and another thought entered your mind. "And come to think of it, you’ve been acting awfully strange ever since that school trip to Oscorp last year.”  At those words he became even more nervous as he broke away from your grip and began running away from your questions. “I really gotta go. I’ll see you around Y/N." 

You watched as his body disappeared around the corner, could Peter possibly be the guy you’ve been looking for? It would make sense since he’s always running off and coming back with cuts and bruises, not to mention the new discovery of his advanced reflexes. And earlier today when he somehow heard what I said, it all makes sense now. "Holy shit, I think I found him." 

Mermaid ( Sequel )

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Mermaid!Reader

Request: Could I possibly get a sequel to Mermaid? Possibly using powers or diving off a tall bridge/into water to save someone? Possibly sunken car or child in danger?

Warning(s): None

A/N: Again, I apologize for the late post. I had work yesterday and was unable to upload this work. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 963

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After Steve Rogers found out that you were a mermaid, he also discovered the fact that you had powers as well. You thought that if Steve knew your biggest secret, you might as well show him the powers that you also had from being a mermaid. He thought that it was really cool, and fell in love with you even more.

Steve always claimed that you were his hero. You never really thought that you were much of a hero because outside of being a normal human being, you were a mermaid. You didn’t really know what a mermaid did except just swim around with the fish.

Every weekend Steve would take you out on a date. This weekend, he didn’t tell you what the plan was. All he said was to meet at a certain location at a certain time. You did as he said and met at the bridge he instructed you to meet at.

As you arrived, you saw that there were candles lit all along the wall of the bridge. It was romantic. You already knew what was going to happen. You started making your way onto the bridge, and you finally noticed Steve in the middle of the bridge. He had a bright smile on and held a bouquet of flowers.

“You look beautiful [Y/N].”

“You don’t look too bad yourself Steve,” You teased flirtatiously. You walked up to him and he handed you the flowers. “Thanks Steve. This is a cute date.”

Steve nodded and placed a small kiss on your nose. He turned and moved a few candles off the bridge. He assisted you onto the bridge and you sat down on the edge with your legs dangling off the edge. Steve soon followed and sat beside you, his legs dangling off the edge as well. You laid your head on his shoulder as you looked out into the sunset.

“I love you [Y/N],” Steve softly whispered, laying his head against yours. You smiled. “I hope you know that I always will.”

“I’ll always love you too Steve.”

All of a sudden, you heard a faint noise. You looked around, but couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. You looked down, gasping at the sight of a little boy struggling to stay above the water. The water was moving quick below the bridge. You looked over at Steve who seemed unaware of the situation.

You spun around and got off the bridge. Steve raised an eyebrow, asking what you were doing. You didn’t respond and jumped over the edge of the bridge. Steve watched you fall from the high ledge. You did a few flips in the air before finding the right position. You gracefully dove into the water.

You immediately transformed in the water. You knew that there was a huge waterfall at the end of the river. As you were swimming to look for the boy, you noticed that the water was moving at a lot faster rate than you expected. You just hoped that the little boy didn’t hit his head on a rock or anything.

You swam to the top, still being taken by the river toward the large water fall. You scanned the area, instantly noticing the little boy. He was gasping for air, but a large wave came and swallowed him back up. You nodded and dove back into the water. You used all the strength of your mermaid tail to swim to the little boy. As you got to him, you saw that he was passed out.

You gripped onto his body and closed your eyes. It was time for you to use your powers. As you held onto the child, you used your free arm to make the movements that was required to move the water. You soon started to feel yourself get elevated out of the water. Steve watched in awe from above as he saw the water practically carry you and a little boy out of the water.

You delicately placed you and the little boy onto the land. The water returned to the river and you looked over at the child. He still didn’t seem like he was breathing. You dragged yourself over to him since your legs haven’t returned yet. An idea soon came to your mind. You wondered if you could get you and the little boy out of the water, you thought you could get the water out of the little boy’s lungs.

You placed your hand on his chest and closed your eyes once more. Your eyebrows furrowed as you focused. You finally found the correct mindset and the little boy suddenly sat up, spitting out the extra water that was stuck in his lungs. You smiled as you saw that he was breathing again.

“Wh-What happened?” The little boy coughed, looking over at you. Luckily, your legs were able to return before he saw you as a mermaid. “W-Who are you?”

“She’s the woman who saved your life,” A voice said. You turned around, seeing that Steve had arrived to the scene. “Her name is [Y/N].”

“You saved me?” The little boy asked, his face lighting up with a smile. “You’re my hero!”

The little boy threw himself and hugged you tightly. You chuckled as you hugged him back. You looked up at Steve who had a genuine smile on his face as he saw the happiness you brought to the little boy. It was another thing Steve loved about you, you wouldn’t hesitate to help someone in need. He was glad that you had another person think that you were their hero. He just hoped that you always knew that Steve was always going to be your number one supporter.

Youarehis hero anyways.

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The Nightclub

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Request: I’m in the mood for some jealous Bucky Barnes with a Wilson!Reader. I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Bucky Barnes and [Y/N] are secretly dating but hasn’t told anyone, especially because of Sam. All three of them go clubbing one night and a man hits on her. Sam is oblivious, but Bucky is fully aware. Hehe;) Thanks!

Warning(s): Language

A/N: Apparently I didn’t upload this on time. I apologize for the late post, I had something come up yesterday. Anyways, her it is. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.4K

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It was hard to date Bucky behind your brother’s back.

It started out pretty easy, but once Sam started noticing that your absence became more frequent, lying to him got more difficult. Sam wasn’t aware of whothe man was, but he knew there was at least someoneyou were sneaking out to meet with every time.

In a sense, Sam knew that you were a grown woman. He just always viewed you as his baby sister. No matter how old you get, you’ll always be his little sister. He just hopes that when you find a man, it’s going to be the right man. You knew the moment you met Bucky Barnes, he was the right man to be in a relationship with.

When Bucky asked you out, the date went extremely well. A simple movie over at his place was a great way to make the sparks fly between you two. Bucky continued to ask you out, and before you knew it, you and Bucky officially started dating. It didn’t mean that you were committed to each other quite yet, but Bucky definitely wanted to make it official.

He remembers all the late nights he spent with you. You even confessed one night how you felt about commitment. You were always afraid of commitment, but Bucky made you realize that maybe you were just afraid of committing to the wrong person. It was at the moment you knew, you were in love.

Bucky was head over heels for you. He wanted to tell the entire world that he loved you. It was painful for him not being able to do so. He knew that eventually one day Sam was going to find out, he just didn’t know when.

“The regular please,” Sam ordered, tapping the counter twice with his hand. The bartender nodded. He looked over at you. “You happy I dragged you to this party?”

“I’m not much of a nightclub person,” You responded, looking around at the people mingling with one another. “I just would rather be at home right now.”

“I would want to be home too,” The familiar husky voice of your lover sounded from behind you. You turned around and smiled at the sight of Bucky arriving to the conversation. “You look nice tonight [Y/N].”

“That’s my sister you’re talkin’ to bud,” Sam addressed sternly. Bucky rolled his eyes, as well as you. “Now, I’m going to head to the restroom real quick. I don’t want to see no funny business happening between you two.”

“There’snothinggoing between us Sam,” You easily lied, crossing your arms. “Now go and do your business.”

Sam turned to head the other way, but was immediately stopped by a woman you didn’t recognize. She started to talk to him and Sam started talking back. Or in your eyes, he was flirting. You scoffed. So much for Sam using the bathroom. You turned your attention back to Bucky who was staring at you in admiration.

“What do you say we share a dance out on the dance floor?”

You nodded with a shy smile. Bucky put out his hand which you gracefully took. He dragged you into the large crowd of people. The music was blaring so loudly, you couldn’t hear a word that Bucky was saying. He started to slowly dance to the beat of the song.

You went from bopping to the music to full on dancing. You didn’t care what you looked like, and that’s what Bucky loved about you. You weren’t afraid to be who you were. A song that both you and Bucky knew soon came on and you both lost your minds. You two started screaming at the top of your lungs the lyrics of the song.

Once the song came to an end, your heart was racing so fast, you felt like you were going to pass out. You called it quits and started making your way out of the crowd of dancing people. Bucky followed behind you and back to the counter where there were glasses of water awaiting for anyone who wanted some.

You took a glass and gulped it down. Bucky did the exact same thing, wiping the water off his lips afterwards. He opened his mouth to talk to you, but an unfamiliar gruff voice sounded off not too far from you.

“Hey pretty girl!” A unrecognizable voice shouted. You turned your head to see a stranger waving at you. “You had quite the moves out on the dance floor!”

“Thank you!”

“Come here, I want to show you something!”

You walked up to the man as he pulled out his phone. Bucky stayed back and leaned against the counter, keeping his suspicious glare on the man. You leaned in close to the phone to see the video that the man was showing you. You exploded with laughter at the end of it. The man laughed just as hard as you did.

Bucky caught the look that the man gave you after laughing. His muscles tightened as he saw that the way he looked at you was the way he looked at you. Bucky clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes from the scene. He knew that he shouldn’t say anything, but he reallywanted to punch that man’s face.

He restrained himself from tackling the man down to the ground. Now thatwould cause a scene. He glanced to the side and saw that Sam was still unaware about the fact that there was a random guy practically hittingon you. Bucky fell silent as he saw you smiling an awful lot with a conversation you were having with him.

Bucky rolled his eyes. He was being dumb. He trusted you. He knew that you wouldn’t do anything to help the man pursue you. The longer he watched you and the stranger, his thoughts started turning on him. What if you did? What if you left the club with the man, completely ghosting him? He didn’t like those thoughts at all.

Bucky perked up as he saw that the man was getting exceedingly close to you. Shoulder to shoulder close.

“That’s it,” Bucky muttered, hoisting himself off the counter. He briskly walked up to you and the man. He grabbed the man’s shoulder and shoved him away from you. “You better stay the hell away from my girlfriend buddy.”

“Your girlfriend?” He asked, making you softly smile. “Man, she’s wayout of your league. What makes you think she’ll stay with someone like you?”

Bucky licked his lips, attempting to contain composure. He turned around to walk away, but the man said one last comment that set Bucky off. He whipped around and grabbed him by the collar, which immediately switched the man’s attitude.

“Whoa whoa whoa hold on!!!” The man shrieked, his voice trembling from fear. “It’s a set up! IT’S A SETUP!!!”

Bucky’s hands immediately fell from holding onto the man. He rotated his blue eyes to meet with yours. You were nodding in agreement. Bucky turned to see that Sam was watching too.

“Was Sam in on it too?”

“He was the one who set it up,” You confessed. You patted the man on the shoulder. “This is Ayden. He’s a good friend of me and Sam.”

Bucky sighed. “So does that mean Sam knows?”

“I might have accidentallyexposed it a while ago.”

“But that’s why I put this together,” Sam chimed in, walking up to Bucky. He put his arm him. “I wanted to see your reaction if another man were to hit on my sister.”

“You were jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” Bucky instantly denied, shaking his head at your comment. You smirked. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Bro, you were about to send me to heaven, what do you meanyou weren’t jealous?”

“I saw the way you looked at them Bucky,” Sam pointed out, crossing his arms. “You were jealous.”

“Fine, maybe I was a littlejealous,” Bucky admitted, throwing his hands up. “But that’s only because I don’t like seeing other men flirting with my girl.”

“Speaking of, you diduse that word when you approached us Bucky,” You reminded, sliding your hands into his hands. Sam sighed, looking away. He didn’t want to see you two kiss. “Does that mean you feel the same way? Do you want to get serious?”

“I always have [Y/N]. But, only when you’re ready too.”

You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. Bucky smiled through the kiss as he deepened it. You finally broke apart and grinned up at him.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Yes, yes it does.”

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Prom Dress

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Request: Your Teen!Reader imagines satisfy my heart. Can I have an imagine with Bucky Barnes where he is extremely overprotective over Teen Y/N, who got asked out to prom. The night finally shows up and she sneaks off to it, raising Bucky’s suspicion but eventually convinces him that she’s going out with the girls. At the dance, it turns out he’s actually a douche and he ends up giving her a black eye. She walks home and Bucky is there to comfort her after the horrendous night. Thank you!

Warning(s): Language

A/N: I’m glad my Teen!Reader imagines satisfy your heart. The fact that you enjoy them make me happy. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.4K

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Prom night finally arrived.

In the perfect world, you would just be able to have your date pick you up at your house, but Bucky Barnes was the only burden that was preventing that scenario to play out that way. Bucky has been overprotective of you ever since you decided to team up with him and Sam.

Sam cared about you just the same, but he allowed you to do things normal teenage girls would do, like dating. Gosh, dating was something that Bucky didn’t even want you to experience period. He has had bad relationships in the past, and he didn’t want to put you through the heartache like he had to go through.

Although you try to convince Bucky that your life is nothing like his life, Bucky still made it clear that he didn’t want you anywhere near any boy. At first, you thought it was sweet how Bucky was overprotective, but one time, you went on a date with one of your guy friends and Bucky followed you.

Not only did it seem creepy that he was practically stalkingyour date with your buddy, but Bucky even interjected with the date when he saw the one milkshake and two straws trick that your friend was about to pull off at the restaurant he took you to. You didn’t talk to Bucky for a straight week after that experience.

You eventually forgave him and knew that he was just being protective because he loved you. Even thought you forgave him, it also taught you the lesson that you were never going to let him know that you were going on a date ever again.

“What do you mean I can’t come pick you up at your house?” Your date to prom asked through the phone. “Isn’t that like the number one thing when it comes to proper date etiquette?”

“Yeah, well the thing is, my father doesn’t know that I’m going to prom,” You explained, twirling the cord of the wall phone. “You can meet me at the end of my street though. How about that?”

He didn’t respond but later released a long sigh. He went with it and you thanked him. You hung up the phone and took in a deep breath before leaving your bedroom. You sucked at lying to Bucky. He had those certain eyes that made you want to tell him the truth. Which was exactly why you were planning on notlooking him in the eyes during the deception.

You left your bedroom, dressed from head to toe. You walked through the living room, noticing that Bucky wasn’t present. A small smile spread across your lips. Maybe you were going to luck out for the night. You didn’t dwell on it for too long and picked up your pace toward the door.

You swung the door open, only to unexpedectly run into Bucky on the other side. He immediately noticed your attire, and his glare made you say a little prayer in your heart that he wouldn’t kill you.

“Oh, hi Buck,” You nervously greeted, trying to keep calm. “Bye Buck.”

You tried to brush past him, but Bucky quickly gripped onto your shoulder and forced you to walk backwards back into the house. You went with it, attempting to keep your cool. You knew that if you got too nervous you would end up exposing the truth.

Bucky let you go and slammed the door behind him once you both were back inside.

“No way in hell am I letting you leave the house looking like that [Y/N],” Bucky sternly stated. You rolled your eyes. “Why are you even dressed like that in the first place?”

“I’m meeting my friends that are girls,” You lied, lowering your eyes to the floor. In a sense, it was sort of truthful. There were going to be girls in your group to the dance. “Please let me go have a night of fun with them Bucky, I promise I won’t do anything to attract attention from boys.”

Now that you were done talking, you slowly raised your eyes to meet his worried ocean blue eyes. It didn’t seem too likely he would say what you wanted to say.

“Fine,” Bucky breathed, taking you by surprise. “But don’t do anything stupid tonight, you hear me kid?”

You squealed in delight. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out the door, shouting your gratitude to him. Bucky crossed his arms, shaking his head. He hoped that he wouldn’t regret his decision.

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Bucky didn’t where you were.

It was past midnight and you weren’t home. He has called you a thousand times, yet, you never answered. He didn’t know whether to be mad or worried. Heck, he was both. He knew that he didn’t tell you to be home at a certain time, but midnight should just be the cutoff regardless of the situation.

As he was pacing around the living room, awaiting for his phone to light up with your name, the front door flew open. Bucky snapped his eyes at the door, watching you storm inside.

“[Y/N]!” Bucky shouted, anger dripping from his voice. You ignored him, stomping your way to your bedroom. “[Y/N]! You better have a good damn reason why—[Y/N]! I’M TALKING TO YOU!”

Ignored again, Bucky huffed in irritation as you disappeared from his line of sight. You’ve never acted that way to him before. Bucky perked up as he heard your bedroom door slam shut. He raised his eyebrows. Instead of being angry, Bucky had to find out what was going on.

Bucky made his way to your bedroom and opened it, seeing you face downed on your bed. His heart softened as he heard muffled crying coming from you.

“[Y/N]? Look, I’m sorry I yelled at you like that,” Bucky apologized, approaching you. He sat down beside you. You adjusted your position, keeping your face hidden from him. “What happened [Y/N]? Are you okay?”

You responded, but your voice was muffled from the sheets. Bucky poked you, telling you to look at him and tell him what was wrong. You grunted in refusal, but after a few seconds of silence, you finally gave in. You raised your head up to look at Bucky, revealing the dark purple ring that was around your right eye.

“[Y/N], where the hell did—”

“I went to prom tonight Bucky,” You interrupted, lowering your head in shame. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth when I left. I was just afraid it was going to end up like the last date I went on.”

“Yourpromdate gave you that black eye?”

You fell silent. The painful memory of him giving you that black eye flashed through your mind, setting off the tears again. Bucky inhaled deeply, trying to keep calm. As much as he wanted to killyour prom date, his threats probably wasn’t what you wanted to hear at the moment.

“I really liked him Bucky,” You sobbed, soon to be embraced by Bucky. You buried your face into his chest. “I shouldn’t have been so naïve. He was such a douchebag. You were right Bucky. Boys suck. I’m never going to go on a date ever again.”

“It’s going to be okay [Y/N],” Bucky reassured, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry that you had a bad experience tonight with your prom date. I’ll make him regret ever laying a hand on you.”

“He’s not worth it Bucky,” You responded, removing yourself from Bucky’s embrace. “He’ll get what he deserves. I don’t know how, but I’m sure he will.”

“What was his name?”

“I’m not going to tell you Bucky,” You replied, your spirits gradually rising at Bucky’s protectiveness kicking. “You’ll track him down if I tell you.”

“No I won’t,” Bucky lied, not even trying to make it believable. He got a small chuckle out of you. Bucky offered you a small smile and returned to holding you. “I’m sorry that your prom date was such a douchebag, but I hope you know that I still love you, and frankly, that’s all that matters.”

“I know you do,” You sighed, hugging Bucky back. You closed your eyes, savoring the moment. You really needed the comfort. “I love you too Bucky.”

“Now, how about we stay up all night with the movie marathon of you know what?”

You cracked a side smile. “Sure. I’d love that.”

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Final Exam

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Could do an imagine with Peter Parker where the reader is overworking herself trying to study for an exam. Peter invites her to do things, but she always refuses because she feels like she needs to keep studying. Peter decides to get together with The Avengers and plan a little fun activity to trick her into doing so she can finally learn to have some fun. Thanks!

Warning(s): None

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 869

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When you first met Peter, you knew you two would be best friends. You two were the dynamic duo. You were so intimately close to him, he shared his biggest secret to you. You always thought Peter was heroic, but when you discovered that he was an actualsuperhero, it was awesome.

Peter always claimed that you were a great escape from his superhero schedule. Whenever you two were together, it was as if he was a normal teenage boy. What you weren’t aware of though was that he had a major crush on you. He thought you didn’t know, but knowing Peter, he’s pretty bad at hiding things.

You knew that Peter liked you, and the feelings were mutual, but you just didn’t know how to express it the correct way. Currently, it was finals week at Midtown High School and you were overwhelmed with the textbooks, papers and relearning everything from the very beginning of the year.

Peter claimed that you knew what to do. You’ve been studying for the final exam ever since the beginning of the year. Yet, you still felt like you couldn’t do it. You didn’t feel prepared. Peter has been your study partner for the past study dates, and even hebelieved that you were going to ace the exam.

It was difficult for you to convince yourself that you were going to do well. On the days that you didn’t study with Peter, you would study alone in your bedroom. Peter was concerned because he didn’t want you to overwork yourself. He has seen you when you overwork yourself before, and he hated seeing you so run down.

Peter decided to visit you in your bedroom this morning, and no surprise, Peter found you on your bed with papers scattered all around you.

“Y/N, I have two tickets to go see Volunteer Of Stardust tonight at the movie theaters,” Peter announced, waving the tickets in the air. He sighed as he didn’t see you look up. “Come onY/N. We’ve been wanting to see this movie ever since it got released.”

“I know Pete, but I have things to do,” You commented, swinging your eyes up to see his disappointed face. “I’m sorry but maybe we can see it next week. You can get Ned to go with you. I’m sure he’ll want to go.”

“I don’t want to go with Ned,” Peter claimed. “I want to go see the movie with youY/N.”

“That’s sweet but—”

“When will you take a break?”

“After I take the exam.”

“Whatever,” Peter sighed, opening your bedroom door back open. “I’ll be at my place if you need me.”

Peter slammed the door behind him, giving you the impression that he was mad. You stared at the door, wondering if you needed to catch him before he left. You looked back at your stuff. You had to admit, you havebeen studying for a long time. The movie was something that you wanted to go see with Peter for a long time.

You huffed in defeat as you closed your laptop and move the papers aside as you slid off of your bed. Luckily for you, Peter’s place was in walking length from your home. You left your bedroom and went outside to see if his car was still present. As you turned the corner to the driveway, you were immediately pelted by a nerf dart.

“What the—”

“GET HER!!!”

You shrieked in fear as you felt what felt like a thousand nerf darts hit you. You soon felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Peter holding two nerf guns.

“Here take one!” Peter shouted, tossing you a nerf gun. Surprisingly, you caught it. “Let’s destroy them!”

You cocked the gun with a smile. You had forgotten how much you loved nerf gun fighting with Peter was. You ran to take cover from the darts. You kept peeking out of the bush and started shooting everyone else, except for Peter. The people that you hit dramatically fell to the ground and acted like they were out.

After a while, it was down to only you and Peter. You got out of your spot and saw him slowly walking up to you. His gun was facing you, so you pointed yours at him.

“There can only be one Y/N,” Peter called out, gripping tighter onto his gun. “And it’s going to be me.”

You shot the first dart but Peter was quick and dodged it. He ended up shooting his shot and got you straight in the face. As the dart fell to the ground, you groaned in frustration. You dropped the gun and Peter just laughed. He put his gun down and walked up to you.

“I win.”

“Yeah yeah I know,” You replied with a smile. “That was fun though. Thanks Peter.”

“You know what else would be fun?” Peter asked, slowly making his two tickets visible again. You rolled your eyes with a grin. “Volunteer of Stardust?”

“I’m down. Let’s do it Peter.”

“YES!” Peter screeched in joy, engulfing you in a tight hug. You laughed as he picked you up off the ground. “WOOHOO!!!”

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Bubble Incident

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Request: Hello dear, I would like to request a Bucky Barnes imagine where the reader is Sam’s little sister and while Sam is out of town with Sarah and her kids, Bucky visits her to give her company. They start a movie night and she goes to the bathroom, but finds out that one her nephews accidentally left the bathtub running. To make it worse, she accidentally knocks a whole bottle of bubble bath liquid into it, causing it to overflow. She attempts to hide it from Bucky. You’re awesome!

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A/N: I’m loving all these Bucky Barnes imagine requests lately. You’re awesome too love! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.2K

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“It hasn’t even been an hour yet big brother,” You addressed with an eyeroll. “The house isn’t burned down.”

“Alright, well keep it that little sis,” Sam responded from the other side of the phone. “Sarah and her kids and I miss you. We’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?”

“Sounds good. Be safe, all of you. Love you guys.”

Sam agree before hanging up the phone. You put down the phone and dropped onto the sofa in front of the television. You turned it on, only to be interrupted by three loud knocks coming from the door. You stood up from the couch and approached the front door, noticing that the doorknob was jiggling.

You sighed. You knew who it was. You gripped onto the knob and swung the door open, smiling at Sam’s buddy.

“Hi Bucky,” You greeted with a warm smile. Bucky returned the warm smile. “Do you need something?”

“Well, I heard that Sam, Sarah and her little boys are gone for the day,” Bucky stated, stepping into your house. You stepped to side and closed the door behind him. “So I decided to give you some company for the night.”

“Thanks for the thought but—”

“Do you want to have a movie night or something?” Bucky asked, interrupting your polite way of kicking him out. He swung his noticeably gentle brown eyes to meet with yours. You restrained your words. You couldn’t say no to that face. “Or we can just sit and chat.”

“Why don’t we just put on a movie we’ve both seen?” You suggested, walking over to the remote that controlled the television. “And while the movie plays, we can just make fun of it together.”

“Sounds like a plan Y/N.”

Bucky walked up to you and snatched the remote out of your possession. You chuckled at his attempt of flirting with you. You’ve always liked Bucky, ever since Sam introduced him to you. You never had the courage to tell him though. If Sam found out that you liked Bucky, you would most likely never see Bucky ever again.

For that exact reason, you kept it a secret that you had a crush on Bucky.

“How about we go with Visitor Of The Future?”

“YES! I love that one. It’s so cheesy.”

Bucky sat on the couch and patted the spot that was beside him, implying that you’d sit next to him. You blushed a little bit, but tried not to make it too obvious while you walked over to him. You sat down beside him, and the moment you did, Bucky purposefully moved closer.

Bucky casually put his arm around you, immediately setting off your fight or flight response. Flight. Flight. Flight.

“I um, I need to use the bathroom real quick,” You excused quickly, briskly standing up from the couch. “I’ll be super fast.”

You rushed off, leaving Bucky in confusion. He didn’t mean to scare you off like that. He paused the movie as he heard the bathroom door slam shut. As for you, you were going to splash yourself with some water, but instead you saw that the bathtub was filling up with water.

“Ugh, AJ,” You muttered, walking up to the almost full bathtub. AJ always kept the water running in the bathtub. “When will he learn?”

As you leaned over to shut the water off, you didn’t realize that there was a bottle of bubble bath substance on the edge. You paused as you heard something plunge into the water. You looked down, gasping at the sight of a bunch of bubbles forming straight away. It began to overflow out of the bath instantaneously.

“Oh crap!” You exclaimed, making an effort to put the bubbles back into the bathtub, but it just kept coming. You snapped your head at the door as you heard Bucky calling your name. He needed assistance with the television. “I’ll be right out Bucky!”

You returned your attention to the disaster that you happening right in front of your eyes. It started from spilling out of the bathtub to slowly making its bubbly way to the door. You didn’t wait another moment and raced out of the bathroom, slamming the door speedily.

You turned around, taking a deep breath. You brushed off the bubbles that got onto you and started making your way back into the living room. You went through a script on what to say when you saw Bucky, but the second he was in your line of sight, your mind went blank.

“Oh, there you are Y/N,” Bucky noticed, standing up from the couch. He approached you, showing you the remote. “I can’t seem to figure out how to get the back off. It’s not working with the television. I think it’s out of batteries.”

“You just have to smack it a couple of times,” You explained, taking the remote from Bucky. You did as you said and gave it a few smacks. “Now try it out.”

“Actually, can you try it out?” Bucky asked, brushing past you. Your eyes shot wide open as you saw him go the direction of the bathroom. “I have to use the bath—”

“NO!” You shrieked, making Bucky come to a complete halt. He turned to look at you, lines forming between his eyebrows. “I-I mean, I need to use it.”

“Weren’t you just in there though?”

“Yes but I uh…I left my…My uh phone! Yes! My phone!” You declared, rushing in front of Bucky. You forcefully turned him around and shoved him back toward the living room. “My phone is in the bathroom and I need to go get it.”

Bucky didn’t go and sit back down, but just stood there and watched you as you walked around the corner to the bathroom. You audibly wheezed in worry as you saw that the bubbles were gradually creeping out from below the door. The bubbles have gotten completely out of hand.

“Alright Y/N, I don’t know what you’re hiding, but you’re being real suspicious,” Bucky accused. Your heart began racing as you heard his footsteps begin to make its way toward your direction. There was no way you could hide it anymore. “You know how I don’t like secrets.”

You whipped around and saw Bucky making his way around the corner. You didn’t even delay on thinking about it and lunged at Bucky, crashing your lips onto his. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut as you pushed him up against the wall. Bucky kissed you back, placing his hands softly on your waist.

As you two broke apart, you were so distracted about the fact that you actuallywent through with kissing him, you forgot about the bubbles. Bucky was about to speak, but his eyes noticed the activity that was happening over your shoulder.

“Bubbles?”

You perked up, immediately remembering the thing that you were trying to hide from Bucky. You turned around to see that the bubbles have gotten worse. You looked over at Bucky who seemed more confused than angry.

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, you can tell me while we clean this up. We have to have this gone before Sam gets home and kills us,” Bucky advised, walking up to the door. He opened it up, jumping back as the wave of bubbles came pouring out. “Well…This is going to be fun.”

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Accidentally Stranded

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Request: Hiii! I’m glad to see that you’re posting again. May I have an imagine with Bucky Barnes and a Teenager where she has been trying her hardest to prove herself to Bucky, only to accidentally get them stranded in the middle of nowhere. As they’re walking down the road to find a town, Bucky says something hurts her feelings and she ends up running away that night. Thank you so much! Merry Christmas too!!!

Warning(s): Language

A/N: I appreciate the support! Thank you very much. I hope you have a Merry Christmas as well!!!

Word Count: 1.5K

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Bucky was pissed.

His voice was so loud, so thunderous, that you couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. He truly became a different person. It ended in him huffing angrily and storming off completely infuriated. You felt your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach.

You felt horrible. This entire mission, you were trying to prove yourself to Bucky. You wanted to show him that you were worthy enough to be his partner for future missions, but after this mistake, that didn’t seem too likely.

Bucky was stomping his way down the dirt road. You hadn’t moved from your spot. You thought that he was going to stop and wait, but he just kept walking. It was as if he acted like he didn’twant to turn back. It seemed like he wanted to leave you there, like he didn’t give a single care in the world for you at the moment.

You inhaled deeply, knowing that you were going to regret this next move, but you had to let Bucky know you were sorry. You started to jog up to Bucky, calling out his name, but he didn’t respond. You finally caught up to him, but his pace started to pick up.

“Bucky please, hear me out—”

“ShutupY/N,” Bucky interrupted, his tone of voice sounding like your father after an argument with your mother. In other words, resentful. “Don’t talk to me right now.”

“Bucky, I understand that I messed up,” You acknowledged, finally matching his speed of walking. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I know that you trusted me, but I promise you that I’m never going to do that again.”

No response. Bucky didn’t even look at you. You noticed that he was clenching his jaw, which was something he would do when he was extremelypeeved.

“Buck—”

“Y/N SHUT THE HELL UP!” Bucky fumed, taking you by surprise. He yelled so loud, it even echoed through the sky. Bucky took a deep breath before continuing. “You don’t know a damnthing about anythingthat this mission required. If it wasn’t for you being so ignorant with the keys, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I understand but—”

“No you don’tY/N,” Bucky cut off, shaking his head. “I knew that choosing a stupid teenager as my partner for this mission was a mistake. So overall, I feel like this is practically my fault for making such a dumb choice.”

Ouch. You had to admit, that last comment was quite a stinger. You tried to convince yourself that Bucky was just insulting you because of the heat of the moment. He was mad, therefore he was making mad accusations. After that remark, you just kept your mouth shut and walked quietly beside Bucky. Normally you don’t overthink things, but you looked up to Bucky, and hearing those words come out made you exaggerate every little word.

He hated you, and that made you sad.

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“Here it is!” The man exclaimed, opening the door into the apartment room. You entered the room behind Bucky. “I hope you guys enjoy your stay, and I’ll see you two in the morning.”

“Thanks Braden,” Bucky thanked gratefully. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Don’t you mean we’llsee him in the morning?” You asked, trying to get Bucky to talk to you, but he still ignored you and brushed past you to the bathroom. “Oh, come on Buck.”

Braden bid his farewells and left the room. You walked up to your bed and plopped down onto it. You soon heard the bathroom door open and you instantly sat up. You looked over at Bucky who avoided your gaze and walked to his bed. He sat down and removed his shoes.

“Will you talk to me yet Bucky?” You implored, still receiving nothing. It was as if you were a ghost to him. He was treating you like you didn’t even exist. “Please Bucky.”

Bucky disregarded your request and laid down on his side, his back facing you. You sighed in defeat. Maybe he just needed to sleep on it. You hoped that he would talk to you in the morning. You got up and turned off the lights. You sat back down on your bed, but you didn’t lay down.

Instead, you just stared at Bucky. His back facing you seemed to have given you the feeling that he was never going to talk to you again. He genuinely hurt your feelings back on the dirt road. You recognized that you made a big mistake, but the fact that Bucky stillwasn’t talking to you hurt your feelings even more.

You blinked yourself back into reality before coming to the decision that you were going to run away. If Bucky wasn’t going to talk to you, you might as well just leave him. You believed that Bucky was going to be better off without you. Although you needed Bucky, you felt like he didn’t need you. Nor did you feel like he wantedyou to even be around him anymore.

You quietly stood up from the bed and walked up to the door. You opened it up and took one last look over your shoulder at Bucky before leaving the apartment room.

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The nightmare came to Bucky during his sleep. He dreamt of you getting killed by a group of bad guys. Even though Bucky was mad at you, he never would have wished death upon you. He loved you. He wanted to protect you. His mind was just giving him false dreams because of his current feeling he was feeling toward you.

He had finally opened his eyes which made him realize that he had to apologize to you. He thought that by ignoring you would fix his feelings, but it made it worse. Bucky rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Y/N?” Bucky quietly whispered, he didn’t want to awake you loudly. He sat in silence. “Y/N, are you awake?”

Normally, that was when you would respond, but there was still nothing but silence.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment,” Bucky apologized, swinging his legs off the bed. He stood up and went to turn the lights on. “I was just—”

Bucky froze as he saw an empty bed once the room was lit up by the lights.

“Oh shit.”

Bucky didn’t even wait another second and bolted out the door of the apartment. The cold air brushed against his cheeks as he stepped outside on the balcony. He frantically scanned the area, not being able to see you anywhere. Bucky ran his fingers through his hair in distress.

“What have I done?”

All Bucky could do was blame himself. Bucky started to call out your name, awakening some others in the apartment, but Bucky didn’t care. He ran to the stairs and flew down them, hoping that you’d be in the parking lot.

“Let go of me!” Bucky overheard your voice. Bucky’s eyes shot wide open, his head snapping the direction of your voice. “You don’t want to mess with me.”

Bucky ran the way he heard your voice, only to see a group of men surrounding you. You were in the middle, but Bucky didn’t see any fear in you, instead, he saw confidence. Bucky was about to interject into the situation when one of the men shove you, but he stopped as he saw you fight back.

He perked an eyebrow as the men attacked you, but you swiftly fought back, kicking their butts like Bucky wanted to. In the end of your impressive combat fighting, Bucky was officially impressed. You were breathing hard as the group of men ran away in fear. You turned your head, noticing that Bucky was standing not too far from you.

“Y/N, that was—”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” You interrupted, immediately walking the opposite direction of Bucky. Bucky ran up to you and caught you by your wrist. He forcefully turned you to face him. You sternly glared at him. “Let me go.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry that—”

“You really hurt my feelings Buck,” You confessed, delaying his apology. “I look up to you, and hearing someone you look up to you say those things about you can be real heartbreaking.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Bucky admitted, shaking his head in disappointment. “But after seeing you kick those men’s asses, I can see that you don’t even need me.”

“Idoneed you though Bucky,” You muttered, lowering your gaze from his. “I had to learn those moves from someone.”

You suddenly felt two arms wrap firmly around you. You closed your eyes as you clasped your arms around Bucky, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am.”

“So am I Bucky,” You agreed, never wanting to leave his hug. “I’m sorry I ran away. I’m sorry I stranded us in the middle of nowhere.”

“Just please never run away again Y/N,” Bucky pleaded, pulling from the hug but keeping his hands on your shoulders. “I love you kid.”

You smiled. “Love you too Buck.”

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Nights Like These

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hello! Could you do an imagine with Bucky Barnes where Bucky and Y/N are asked to watch over Sam’s nephews AJ and Cass? The two absolutely despise each other, but they both love the kids. Late at night, Y/N decides to take the boys out without telling Bucky. She dodges all his calls and ignores all his texts. The three end up getting in trouble later on. You can decide how it ends. Thank you!

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A/N: Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.9K

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“Boys! What in the world are you two doing?!” Sam shouted, entering the house to his two nephews fooling around with each other. “You two need to be careful with that shield.”

“We know,” The two boys answered in unison, both sounding equally as guilty. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Bucky echoed, sitting up on the couch. Sam shrugged nonchalantly. Bucky’s face immediately fell into an irked expression. “Sam, don’t tell me you—”

The words of Bucky were cut off by your loud entrance into the home, holding two full bags of groceries in brown paper bags. You were going to ask Sam where to put the food, but instead you met the unamused brown eyes of the man you hated, Bucky Barnes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You and Bucky complained simultaneously. Sam chuckled. You both snapped your irritated glares at Sam. “Sam, I’m going to kill you.”

“You both are even speaking the same sentences,” Sam teased, laughing at the fact you and Bucky spoke the same exact same thing at the same exact time. “Anyways, I obviously had to tell you both separately because I know if you both knew, you wouldn’t have agreed to do it.”

“Sam, you truly suck,” You called out, placing the groceries down on the little table across the couch. You sensed the malicious scowl that Bucky was offering you. “As much as I love AJ and Cassie, I don’t want to watch them with this idiot.”

“Please Y/N!” AJ screamed, running up to you. He fell onto his knees, causing his brother to do the exact thing. “Please please please.”

You blew out a long breath of air, soon to smile down at the two little boys begging you to stay. You had to admit, the love you had for the kids made you want to look past the fact that Bucky was even in the same room as you. You sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

“WOOHOO!!!”

The two boys launched themselves at you, wrapping their arms around you tightly. Sam chuckled, but Bucky just scoffed in annoyance. The two boys pulled themselves off of you and raced to their bedroom, exclaiming that they wanted to show you something.

“Well, now that I see you guys have it under control, I’m going to go meet Sarah for dinner,” Sam said, saluting his farewell to you and Bucky. “Thanks for being great friends!”

Sam made his escape before you and Bucky had the opportunity to attack him. Bucky stood up from the couch and approached you with his arms folded across his chest.

“Here’s the plan Y/N,” Bucky considered, placing himself right in front of you. He made sure to stand in a position that made him look intimidating. “I’ll take care of AJ and Cassie, while you go and start dinner with the ingredients that you bought from the store.”

“Who put you in charge?” You asked, titling your head. “This isn’t a mission Buck. Therefore, I do what I want and I don’t have to follow any orders you give me.”

“You know Y/N, if you cook as good as you listen, have fun burning down the kitchen,” Bucky acknowledged, glancing down at your ankle that was currently wrapped in a bandage. “If you want to be in charge, go ahead and be in charge.”

“Sure, I’ll be in charge, which is going to start with youmaking the dinner,” You instructed, poking him in the chest. Bucky smirked. You quirked an eyebrow, you weren’t expecting that reaction. “The ingredients are in the bag. Good luck partner.”

Bucky was always up for a challenge, especially if it meant rubbing something in your face as the ending result. AJ and Cassie soon came racing back into the room, shouting your name. You looked over at them, noticing they were waving some sort of object in the air.

“Come outside with us and watch what it does!”

The two boys didn’t even give you a choice and ran up to you, one gripping your left wrist while the other one gripped your right wrist. You looked back at Bucky who was picking up the groceries and bringing them into the kitchen. A small chuckle left your lips at the thought of Bucky cooking, you knew he couldn’t do it.

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After about three hours outside with the boys, the sun began to set. The entire time, they were showing you their new invention. There was about one full hour of them explaining what it was and what it did. It normally wouldn’t have taken an hour, but they kept laughing at one another whenever it was their turn to talk.

You had to admit, it went on for a while, but the love you had for AJ and Cassie went to the amount of sitting and listening to them talk about something their passionate about for an entire day. You loved Sam’s nephew’s so much. They were precious.

“Now that we’re done with our presentation, what’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know,” You replied with a shrug. “Let’s go instead and see what Buck made for us.”

The two little kids bolted into the house with growling stomachs. You followed behind them, excited to see the absolute mess to walk in on. As you entered the house, a delicious aroma was immediately inhaled by you. You gasped lightly as you closed the door behind you. The food was Macaroni and Cheese. AJ and Cassie’s favorite.

“Bucky this looks delicious!” You hear AJ shout from the kitchen. You entered the kitchen, only to see that everything looked perfectly clean. In a sense, even cleaner than before. “Mac and cheese is our favorite!”

“Well prepare to eat up some mouthwatering food,” Bucky hyped up, bringing the last dish of food into the dining area. “I’m excited for you guys to try it!”

You followed everyone into the dining room. You gaped at the beautiful setup that was on the table. You couldn’t believe it. Bucky actually did pretty good. Bucky pulled out the chairs for AJ and Cassie to sit, but when you showed up, Bucky just grinned at you. He sat down across from where your dish was. You still couldn’t process the fact that everything looked good.

“I make no promises that I didn’t spit in your food Y/N,” Bucky jested, making AJ and Cassie laugh. You rolled your eyes, walking up to your seat and sitting down. “But you’ll definitely taste flavor, I can promise you that.”

You picked up your fork and took a bite out of the Macaroni and Cheese. You moaned in pleasure as the flavorsome nourishment exploded with taste in your mouth. You had never tasted such a creamy, scrumptious dish before.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Bucky asked, perceiving your reaction. “You like something that I made Y/N?”

“Shut up,” You responded with a mouthful of more Macaroni and Cheese. You swallowed and narrowed your eyes at Bucky. “It’s okay.”

Bucky winked at you, which unexpectedly made your heart skip a beat. You shook your head, removing those thoughts of your head. You only liked what Bucky cooked. Not Bucky.

“Well, anyways, all that cooking got me exhausted,” Bucky yawned, overdramatically stretching out his arms. “Anybody want my plate—”

AJ and Cassie eagerly sprung at Bucky, fighting with each other on who got his plate. Bucky just laughed, patting the two boy’s on their backs. It was odd. The way that Bucky was smiling at AJ and Cassie made you think that maybe Bucky wasn’t that bad. At least not at the moment.

Bucky excused himself from the table and went into the living room to take a nap on the couch. You knew that Bucky fell asleep as soon as his head hits a soft cushion. Surprisingly, AJ and Cassie was able to share the plate of Macaroni and Cheese.

“You guys want to go on an adventure?” You questioned randomly. The two boys swung their eyes up to meet with yours. “I’ve got a place in mind.”

“Let’s do it!”

“Alright, but we’re going to have to be extra quiet when leaving,” You explained, gently scooting out from under the table. “We don’t want Bucky to know that we’re leaving.”

“Are we going to throw a prank on Bucky?”

“Yes, yes we are.”

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Bucky fluttered his eyes open, stretching out his entire body as he woke up. He swung his legs off the couch and stood up, taking one last long stretch before heading into the dining room area. He expected to see AJ, Cassie and you, but when he arrived, the room was empty. He raised an eyebrow.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out. “AJ? Cassie? Hello?” Bucky uttered in confusion. He turned around and walked back into the living room. “Where did everyone go?”

Bucky sighed to himself and walked up to his phone. He picked it up and dialed in your number. He held it up to his ear, but he was sent to voicemail. He grumbled and dialed again. Nothing. He started to text you, still receiving no response. Nowhe was getting worried.

Not only were you missing, but so were the kids. Bucky soon had a random thought of where you might be. He knew it was a long shot, but it wouldn’t hurt him to go and check.

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“Nigel, you need to leave.”

“Oh, like you left me?” Nigel interrogating, his breath reeking with alcohol. You kept AJ and Cassie behind you. “I knew that you’d get what you deserved.”

Nigel instantly gripped onto your neck, setting of AJ and Cassie. They thrusted at Nigel and started kicking him, making him let go of you. Your head spun as you tried gasping for air. You weren’t expecting that.

“Get off me you little brats!”

Nigel shoved both the boys onto the ground, making them both yelp in pain as they hit the ground.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” A familiar voice sounded off from behind Nigel. He turned around, seeing an unfamiliar face, but when you saw him, a small smile appeared on your face. It was Bucky. “You’re gonna regret ever touching those two boys.”

“And who are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Bucky pounced at Nigel, tackling him straight to the ground. You quickly ran up to AJ and Cassie and helped them up. You instructed them to leave the place before things got worse. They both nodded and ran out of the building. You turned around saw the two men fighting on the ground.

You didn’t hesitate and jumped in onto the fight, going against Nigel. After finding out that Nigel was practically beaten, he surrendered and ran out of the fight in fear. Bucky climbed up to his feet and brushed himself off. He looked down and saw that you were still on the ground, but avoiding his gaze.

“You gonna get up Y/N?” Bucky asked. He put out his hand. “Here, I’ll even help you up.”

“Don’t bother,” You mumbled, shaking your head. “None of that would have happened if I never left with AJ and Cassie,” You admitted, swinging your eyes up to meet with Bucky’s. “How did you even find us?”

“I have my ways.”

“Well…Thanks for saving us Bucky,” You thanked, finally taking his hand. Bucky hauled you up off your feet. “I guess that—”

Your words were cut off as Bucky went in for a kiss at the end of him pulling you up from off the ground. The moment your lips met his, it was as if you wanted to remain in the kiss instead of rip apart from it. It was as sparks flew as Bucky ended the kiss. You smirked.

“And you said you hatedme, huh?”

“What? You kissed me back,” Bucky pointed out. You chuckled. He wasn’t wrong. “But overall, we can’t let Sam know about what happened.”

“Which one? The whole sneaking out with AJ and Cassie or the kiss?”

Bucky laughed. “Both.”

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pairing:prince!tom holland x princess!reader

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warnings: arranged marriage, SMUT (we been knew), slight praise kink and 10000% breeding kink, therefore unprotected sex, swearing, slight cockwarming & good lord there is so much

summary: Perhaps God does have a sick sense of humour. To allow such misguided souls to one another. Souls that shouldn’t be allowed to feel the sense of happiness he can provide, that should accept their dire situations. The Prince of Wales and his new bride can attest to the quite well. 

a/n: what do y'all mean a historical prince au!tom holland with major smut and breeding kink is not a thing. i know the sluts want it, even if they never ask for it. i must provide it.

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y/n of Burgundy was a splendid piece of artwork. A sweet and humble French Princess with a huge dowry and a bright future. It was as if DaVinci had casted the girl from Venus’s shadow and gifted the baby to displeased parents. Parents who so wished for a boy, that the arrival of a healthy girl is so overlooked that the girl is better off dead. The sadness is heard across not only France but the entirety of Europe. Poor y/n of Burgundy! The Unlucky Princess of Burgundy! It’s all she hears; she is deemed a tragedy before her life is even written. Perhaps that is her greatest misdeed in this life, that because she is born the wrong sex to what is expected she is casted to the side as a woman destined for slight and anguish for her entire life. Even if this is the case, y/n wished to think of herself as unwritten for the moment being. A woman waiting for a calling no matter how big or small. A woman who’s only current wish to sit atop this windowsill, letting the cool September French breeze kiss her flushed cheeks. Alas, even this is stripped from her.

“Get off the window, y/n!” her mother’s shrill voice shrieks as The Duchess yanks y/n to the floor. It’s harsh and frantic, as if an arrow is to fly through and hit her. Her tightly coiled chest hit’s the wooden floor hard. It knocks the only wind y/n really has left, a wasteful shame.

“I am sorry mama,” y/n responds quietly, her hands desperately pat to find a piece of wood that will not cut up into her as she attempts to regain her balance. Though her room is filled with four maids not a single one offers their own hand to help her. She knows it is because of her mother’s cowl. If they dare so move in a direction towards her, The Duchess will become a Fury of Hell himself.

“The breeze is so sweet at this time of afternoon.” Finally, y/n does place her feet back on the floor with a small clack of her heels. She takes a moment to take in the state of her gown. While she has countless others, something about the pure white of the satin being destroyed by the inevitable dust that has collected is disheartening even to her. The pattern of bright red roses now looks more of a dull blood grey than a true flower.

“The breeze is something so frivolous my dear,” The Duchess is suddenly content with her surroundings. “Busy yourself with something more intelligent, it makes for a much better bride." 

"Thank you for the wise advice mother,” y/n snaps, her fingers gripping the ruined material of her gown. “I’ll be sure to not engage myself in something that gives me the slightest bit of freedom in the lifeless castle,” it was no louder than a whisper. Her braided hair still muffling the sounds.

As if her words seemed to not even reach her, The Duchess mumbles in agreement before taking her leave. The door shutting loudly behind her, the air was finally safe to breathe. The maids immediately begin to swarm her. Like flies to honey; they grapple her, prod at her and pinch her. It was too much. It was as if a million ants had swarmed her body, nipping at any piece of flesh they could just because it was what they were meant to do. An instinctive need to draw more blood than necessary, it was overwhelming. They inspected her perfectly capable hands, wondering if their incompetence has cost them their heads because y/n of Brittany split her blood and The Duchess refused to let them help. She was suffocating.

She didn’t mean for it to slip, it just did. Her voice raised, “Get out.” It was softer at first. “Get out,” they still didn’t move, still abusing her. “I said get out!” Everything stopped for a moment, the air her mother had ensued had now come back. The maids all took a single step away from her. y/n felt the tears threaten her, warning by dancing across her lower lashes. “Do none of you listen, get out for Christ’s sake!” That’s all it took, in a matter of seconds y/n was finally alone. She could hear the faint song of the trees whispering to her, it was calm, but she couldn’t appreciate it. She dropped to her knees and began to softly weep into her palms. The groans muffled by the skin of her hands and the tears halted from falling by her fingers. In this moment and forever ahead of her, she was desolate.

But like all things, even this bleak minute of sorrow was cut to an end by the deafening sound of her father’s boots storming down the hallways towards her room.

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Tom spectated as the pole shattered into a thousand pieces. The splinters hitting ever edge of the arena. He watched as the knight fell limp and as his horse rode on through the chaos. The young prince roared out of his seat, his knees hitting the harsh wood of the royal box. His name echoed on the young knight’s medallion above his breast. He had picked the winning side and rightfully so, Sir Harrison had never been defeated. For a moment, Tom turned around to face his beaming mother. A woman who loved the games, Tom always relied on his mother to accompany him to these festivities but his father. The Prince would always ask graciously but was refused every time. Constantly belittled for the consul of old men with a working cock between them, it was a joke. The King had many failed efforts to rile the English people to cause, Tom had offered a large gathering to help inspire the people. The King told his son this would cause nothing but useless panic and many painful deaths. Scoffing, Tom waltzed back to his seat. It was uncomfortable, it felt as if ants hand made their nets below the seat’s support. He wished to ride alongside them.

“You cannot and you will not,” The Queen smiled at him, waving to squires as they led the horses away. Tom’s head swivelled around to meet his mother’s. “I refuse it my son.”

“I had said nothing mother,” Tom replied quietly, he too doing his duty to the lower noble men who had come out today. Each one sweatier than the last. “Perhaps you are hearing things, 10 childbirths can change a woman’s mind,” Tom stifled a laugh, too which he received a slap on the arm for.

“Don’t play smart with me son,” The Queen spoke coolly, her countless rings clanged as she rose from her seat. Tom followed suit, allowing a hand for his now middle-aged mother for gracious help down the impossibly large stairs. “I almost lost your father to one of these silly little cock shows, I will not go through it with you my boy.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, watching his mother’s golden trim become bleaker by the stain of the grass. “I had half a mind to believe you enjoyed these silly little cock shows,” Tom played. The Queen peered up at his through hooded lids. It was dangerous waters even for him, a man who has seen the blood of war. He allowed his mother and her ladies to return to Windsor, watching as if to wait for the shark to disappear.

“Your Royal Highness, if I may have a word,” a soft voice called out from below the podium. Tom paced to the edge and stared down. Constance, he thought to himself as he smiled wickedly. She was a short and mildly plump woman, with wild unruly hair that had to be constantly shoved out of her face. He remembers her name because of how sweet his name sounded dripping from her tongue. Countless nights spent in the throes of passion, wearing moonlight as cloth. Tom knew he had dishonoured her just by bedding her, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the first woman who really took an interest in him. Still, he had to come to her aid on multiple occasions. While he likes the way, she grips at his biceps, he however, doesn’t like when her father comes storming into court demanding his daughter’s honour back because Tom had prayed on her. Perhaps, it was the odd lack of ladies that would flock to his side or maybe it was simply because he wanted a little bit of fun before the inevitable. 

“You may, my Lady,” Tom smiled widely making his way to her side. He could tell the mud was ruining the polished leather of his boots, he completely forgot about his favourite riding boots he had put on in hopes that he may indulge himself in the sports. Still, he pushed the though deep down at met her eyes. He not an unusually tall man but the way he almost dwarfed her was delectable. As he watched her squirm, he wondered as to why she would speak with him where anyone could see. There was no danger for him, but the world’s eyes were on her.

She played with the small ring on her pinkie finger, riding it up and down the skin. “Why did you not tell me,” she whispered, refusing to look up at him. Tears began to well.

“What on earth do you mean?” He queered, genuinely curious as to what had got her all worked up. His hands went to stroke her cheek gently, but she abruptly pulled away from him. This time her eyes did meet his, the salty liquid glossed over her eyes.

“It is bad enough that I am called the Prince’s Whore but now they are cursing my name because I have ruined the royal couple!” she cried out, her deep green dress swallowing the mud below. “That a stupid maid slut has stolen you away from the beautiful French Princess!”

Tom saw nothing but red. Not because of Constance but because of what she said to him. He had begged his parents to let him choose his own wife. If he was to rule England after his father’s passing, he wished to at least have a woman whom he truly loved by his side. He said nothing to her as he stormed away. The small drizzle of rain hitting his skin as he picked up his speed. He knew that his father was in a council meeting alongside his mother. Perfect opportunity to unleash his rage. He faintly heard her calling after him, that was muffled by the buzzing in his ears.

He had been told who he was meant to be and what he was meant to be from the moment he was born. Hardly ever seeing his mother or younger brothers because he was eldest, never knowing true companionship because he would be constantly cooped up listening to his advisors and tutors as they taught him the art of war and foreign policies. This was his one chance to spend his life with a woman who understood him and would grow a loving family much in contrast to what he had.

His hands pushed the heavy wooden doors, they hit the walls with a large smack. The entire council stood for the Prince, with the exception of his mother and sickly father. He walked past them with ease and took his seat at the opposite end of table. His eyes focused solely on his father as he absently noted the appearance of his son.

“Wonderful of you to finally join us,” The Duke of Essex smiled weakly, in any attempt to deflect the tension elsewhere.

“When were you going to tell me?” Tom spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with venom. His elbows digging into the cool wood of granite of the table. He watched his father finally face him; the man was a wreck. His greying hair stuck to his hair with copious amounts of sweat, his brown eyes had sunk deadly back into the sockets and his skin was pale and filled with wrinkles. “When were you going to tell me father?”

“You were spending too much time with that scullery maid,” The King respond calmly, still flipping through royal documents. Tom was on the verge of an explosion. If the Prince was known for something, it was his anger. Much like Mount Vesuvius, he didn’t get angry often, he hated how it affect those around him. The times he is pushed to the breaking point however, he was destroy everything in his path. “We had to put an end to it.”

“We?” Tom pushed.

“Your mother made the arrangements; she is being brought here as we speak.” Once more, the King had no interest with the devastated look on the Prince’s face. Too caught up in an attempt to stile a cough.

“You promised me my own choice of bride,” Tom seethed. He faced his mother, if the King wouldn’t listen perhaps the Queen would.

His mother sighed; the silk of her sleeves draped over the arms of the chair. “That was before you had instinctively made the choice, we hoped that perhaps you would have fallen for the daughter of a Duke or at worst an Earl. You were going to marry that girl, after everything her family has done against the court. We couldn’t allow it.”

Tom jaw clicked. “Who is she?” He was done arguing, done protesting.

“You’ll marry the granddaughter of the French King; y/n of Burgundy,” his father spoke up before his mother could sugar coat it. “The family sent a portrait of the girl as the first payment of her dowry; it has already been placed in your room. Hopefully, you can find the slightest bit of attraction for your new bride before the wedding.”

“Will I get to meet her beforehand?” He at least hoped to see the girl with his own eyes before calling her his wife. Finally, the King met his eyes. He dropped the quill on the desk as locked his eyes, leaning towards him.

“Did you really think you’d get that luxury?”

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The sea breeze prickled at y/n skin as she sat atop the deck. She could tell they were getting closer. The wind went from a soft tone to a howling scream, something her great aunt had told her all about. English weather could go from a perfect sunny day to god’s worst mood. In all honesty, she preferred it to French. It was wild and unpredictable, something she so desperately needed.

She remembered how she got into this predicament as she lay down a 9 ace on the table. Waiting for the ship to land.

“You’ll leave tomorrow, it will take you a good couple of days to get there.” Her father exclaimed, picking a raspberry from the plate and eating the sweet fruit. y/n stood in silence, still reeling her tears back into her eyes. She refused to weep in front of the Duke. She moved around the large room, in order to hear his words. “You’ll make a fine queen,” he smiled, placing his hands atop her cheeks. y/n smiled warmly before raising a concern.

“How do you know this will be different than the last?” she asked quietly, staring down at her shoes. Her father sighs before picked his coat up from the chair.

y/n placed her bets, her hand is exquisite. Three queen and a pair of Kings. If she doesn’t win, it’s as if God is going against her. The men that sit beside her raise their brows in confusion. She’s not backing down.

“Because, you know their language and their culture from Great Aunt Mary. You were her favourite after all,” her father tells her, the memory of the old lady teaching her English brings a curve to her lips. That was not the answer she was looking for, however. Her father knows it as well, he knows the answer she wants but he cannot give it to her. “Trust me pumpkin,” the endearment is wonderful. Unlike her mother, y/n’s father has always been kind to her. She doesn’t know if it because she is his eldest daughter or because her brother is a lousy boy and she is the only child with a head still attached to her shoulder blades.

She releases her tension; she knows whatever comes out of this she must go along with it. She must accept whatever situation is handed to her and accept her duty as a future queen and mother to the English Throne.

y/n squeals, her hand’s won. The rest of the chips are placed in her corner, she is asking if they want to go another round but instead, they all huff and walk away from her. y/n feels her heart sink into her stomach. Perhaps the English wind has turned their moods sour. Soon enough her worries are washed away as the boat docks into Brighton and y/n hears the cheers for her. She can’t exactly make out what they are saying. Sadly, she doesn’t get a chance to even greet her new subjects as her new English ladies are gently pushing her towards the carriage. The only thing she can do is wave and smile at them, hoping to instil a fraction of hope for the new royal couple. As she steps into the carriage, a huge white dress follows her. The abundance of ladies and herself are stuck in the cramped space for a little over an hour before they start agreeing to change her dress into the one being coddled.

“Why? This is dress is perfect as it is,” y/n laughed gently, her fingers playing with the pearls that lace the neckline.

“Forgive me, my lady, but His Majesty; The King has requested that you wear a white gown.” One of the younger girls pipes up. Sighing, y/n nods her head to agree and goes to stop the carriage.

While they don’t completely undress her, she knows that the smock under her dress is shear and leave nothing to the imagination. Quickly they strip her of the current dress, even unlacing the corset before adding another one. As they place the soft silk of her veil over her head, she can hear the ringing bells at Westminster. It hasn’t completely dawned on her what she is exactly going through. Marrying a man she has never met. Marrying a man for all she knows could be a tyrant. She’s heard quite a few English Monarchs fall under that said category. Her heart started to jump now; she could fell the beat thump against her vocal box.

The people began to line the city. Countless bodies waved at her as she strolled through the city of London. The abbey somehow seemed ten times bigger in person. White rose petals fell through the air as the coachman opened the door for her. The walkway was paved with red velvet. Her heels felt as though she was ruining the beautiful material as she walked.

Tom can physically hear her pounding heartbeat from where he stands. He can’t exactly make out her face, but he can see the white gown strutting towards him. It’s the same patterns as the dress his mother wore more than 20 years ago. He’s seen it in countless paintings, his mother scowling as she attempts to salvage any positive thing out of such tremendous pain. Harrison lays a hand on his shoulder; the contact makes him jump.

“I heard she looks like a siren,” he joked, dusting a small particle of fluff off Tom’s shoulder. “Perhaps she’ll sound like one too,” the comment was enough to grant the knight a hard whack on his arm from the Prince. He truly did wonder if she would as beautiful as the painting which depicted her. A small red rose for his house in her fingertips as she grinned softly. It was as if she was staring into his soul.

Tom reached out to allow her aid in getting up the stairs. She graciously accepted muttering a small thank you as her other hand lifted the countless layers of fabric to mend her steps. Her touch was soft, something he wasn’t used to. The gentle touch of a noble woman, even if it was only upon his fingers. The entirety of Westminster Abbey went silent as the faced each other.

y/n could barely hear anything over her rampant anxiety. Though she was eased slightly as she blindly grasped at his fingers, she was afraid she gripped a little too tightly. Finally, she stood in front of him. The gown dipping down the stairs to end in her ladies’ hands. She wondered what she looked like to him. Wondering if it was a glorious sight to witness a new bride waltzing towards him. Or if it was one of dread, to be in holy matrimony with someone you’ve just met for the first time. She’s still trying to decide between the two.

The ceremony was beautiful. A simply yet elegant affair, as two young royals wed. She knows that she is marrying the Prince of Wales, a worthy husband for any noble woman. Yet she can’t help the dread that builds as the Archbishop drones on. The hymns falling deaf ears. She tries to pay attention, but she can’t, all she can hear is the drumming of her heartbeat. It pounds against her ribs, creating echoes in her head. Before she knows it, his hands reach for hers. There was no strength in his grip unlike beforehand, it was soft and gentle. As if she was a beautiful yet delicate doll, that she would completely shatter if he pressed just that bit too hard. Their fingertips locked; her skin fell into the ridges of his knuckles.

“I proclaim thee, y/n of Burgundy to be my lawfully wedded wife from now until the end of my days,” he hesitated. She could hear it in his voice. “She shall sit beside me as I rule the kingdom.” The ring passes down her skin, the metal biting at her finger.

She repeats him. “I proclaim thee, Thomas – Prince of Wales to be my lawfully wedded husband from now until the end of my days. I shall sit beside him as he rules this beautiful country.” She smiles at the end, though she never intends to. y/n thanks her ladies that they cover her grinning face behind the thick white lace of her veil.

The entirety of Westminster Abbey is silent, no one dares even breathe as Prince Thomas coils his fingers around the tipping of the lace. He lifts it over his now wife’s face. He taken aback slightly. The painter wasn’t paid enough, clearly. She was even more beautiful standing in front of him. The same clear complexion now glistening in the soft sunlight of England. He doesn’t pry of course; it would be rude of him. Just to stare at his bride, as if they were the only people in the hall. Good lord, does he wish it was.

His hands reach her cheeks. Tender once more, he brings her forward. She shifts on her feet as they meet. A quaint and soft kiss, unlike anything either of them has felt ever. He can’t remember the last time, it was this – well, gentle. Thomas doubts he has ever kissed a woman of such luxury in his entire life up to this point. y/n is the first to pull away, her fingers resting lightly on his raised wrists. Their eyes meet for a moment, a short moment.

Westminster Abbey erupts into celebration. Red rose petals fall from the ceiling and music begins to flood the area.

As she stared around, y/n began to think to herself. I do not know what will come out of this, but I already can see that joy my presence brings to these people. I shall not let them down.

Prince Thomas of England, Heir to The English Throne and y/n of Burgundy, Granddaughter of The French King had been wed. They were now locked in holy matrimony, a feeling unlike any other. Both horrendous and hospitable.

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The Hall is a grand party. Laughing and singing is heard from every corner, mugs of beer and wine are flung across tables and scraps of food are being thrown to the dogs. y/n has never seen such a scene unfold. Too contained by the prudish French court. The most scandalous thing she has seen is a risqué dance meant to be for a married lover.

That is what she always despised about the French Nobility. Their secrets. Whispers and Rumours spread faster than fire. If you had committed some heinous act, the entirety of France will hear about it by the end of the week. Perhaps that is another reason why she felt so trapped in Burgundy. y/n could never do a single task on her own before her ladies’ loose tongue would find their way back to her mother. A delicate little flower, such a waste of potential.

Tom noticed her prodding, her fork twirling the few peas left on her plate. He hadn’t said a word to her all night and yet he looks at her if she’s unwillingly to speak. Does she know any basic English? Perhaps not.

“How are you liking the food,” Tom asked her, leaning into her. She smiled up at him, he spoke to her in French. It made her heart swell for a second. y/n turns to face him, smiling warmly. Tom wishes he could keep that smile forever.

“It’s is very well Your Grace,” y/n replies to him. Her flawless English rolling off her tongue with a petite French accent. It’s like heaven to his ears and he’s taken aback. “My Great Aunt was an English Countess, I loved her very much. I was fluent in English before I was 8.” She explained, almost as if she had read his mind.

“You need not call me Your Grace,” he teased, it was somewhat natural for him.

“Then what shall I call you?” y/n queered.

“I am your husband now, whatever pleases you pleases me,” Tom replied, turning back to his empty plate in an effort to hide the rising red flush on his face. y/n knew she should leave it at that, so she turned her attention elsewhere.

“Are royal weddings usually this,” she paused, “loud?”

Tom laughed quietly, he too turned to face the ruckus crowd. Men laying in the laps of maids, dogs feasting over food that had been flung across the floor. Loud chants to the beat of the music filled the hall. He would have been completely embarrassed by the state of his people in front of his new bride, if he hadn’t seen the amused look on her face. “Not usually, I have only been to one other wedding and that was extremely sombre.”

“How so?” she asked, sipping from the freshly poured wine.

“I went to my uncle’s wedding a few months ago. He had also married a noble woman like yourself, but the poor thing was only 11. My uncle was 35 and counting.” He wishes it was different but like all things in this world, he is powerless to the wills of those who think they are higher than others.

He peered at her; y/n was already looking at him. An eyebrow and a lip raised in disgust. It was quaint.

“I wish I could be more repulsed by that,” Tom wondered if she was joking or if she was serious. He couldn’t tell just by the use of her tone. He did however note her wit. Something he so longed for. They talked for hours, sitting by one another and discussing anything that arrived at the conversation. Tom can’t decide whether it’s her honey-like voice or her banter but it’s making him feel things no one should for someone they are being forced to wed.

Just while they are comparing the contrasting jousting techniques, the joyful music suddenly stops. It’s a quick snap and the entire hall is now dead quiet. The Earl of Salisbury mounts himself on one of the tables. His cheeks red with drunkenness.

The Earl points directly at y/n and Tom as they sit in confusion. “The final tradition, an honour for any noble man. The Great Bedding!”

y/n turns to Tom, clinging slightly to his sleeve. He takes immediate notice. “Thomas, what is The Great Bedding?” There was great concern in her voice as she watched all of the men rush towards them. He didn’t get to answer as the women abruptly hauled him out of his seat and down the hall, away from her.

y/n didn’t fear too well either. At least a dozen grimy hands placed themselves all over her body, pulling harshly as they brought her into the air. Dancing her down the halls. She constantly whacked their hands, to no avail of course. They only dropped her once they got to a dimly lit room.

It was already buzzing with people. Hustling around a single bed, covered by finely woven silk. The men dropped her gently, placing her feet against the ground. y/n tried to turn around to give them a piece of her mind but was stopped as her corset began to become loose around her waist. Incredibly uncomfortable, y/n looked up to distract herself in any regard and found Tom at the other side. The maid’s hands undoing every buckle of his coat, tiny fingers unthreading the lavish ropes across his body. y/n blushed at the sight.

Tom was trying his hardest not to look at her, not to stare as countless men of the court undressing her. He could hear the bulky wedding dress hit the floor of the room, he could feel her eyes on him, and he could see the variety of unknown nobles swarming them in any hopes to achieve the right to gossip tomorrow morning. It was despicable.

He climbed in first, the cotton of the blankets itching his skin as he settled. The only comfort he found was in the softness in his unkempt hair. Not restricted by the gel he was forced to wear.

y/n slowly followed his lead, it was dead silent. No one dared breathed as the new Princess of Wales found her spot next to The Prince. All the while, the exact same priest Archbishop chanted away, and priests flung holy water at the bed. Some of the liquid found itself on her skin. Finally, the crowd bowed to the couple and began to take their leave.

Tom watched in peace; he would be alone. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, perhaps he would be able to get some well needed sleep. That seemed achievable until he felt a cold grasp around his wrist. His eyes shot open to find his father’s glare directly at him. “Don’t let the spring pass, I hope to see a grandson in the next few months,” The King spat.

It had been hours since the quarry of guests had left the room but the the monarch’s words etched themselves into his mind. Echoing nonstop, getting wilder as Tom felt y/n settle herself next to him. The mere presence of her alongside the duty he had to fulfil was too much for him. Tom shot up and quickly gathered his things, hauling his boots and clothes. He couldn’t be near her for another moment, too afraid of what he might do if she was subject to this sort of cruel punishment. Tom quickly decided he was sleep next door, just far away to have the thoughts no longer plague his mind but not too far that he would impose the wrong meaning on her. He reached for the door when she chimed in.

“Where are you going?”

He halted instantly. He wished that they could have gotten along like most royal couples should. A cold and initially distant meeting, then hopefully something would blossom over the years. Instead they had gotten along quite well, too well in fact. He was used to going slowly, taking his time in bedding a girl. A constant glaze over the court every few days, then promiscuous banter and in the span of months he would have her melt in his hand with a simple word. Now, he was feeling flustered and out of control and all of it was happening over a single night. Tom pressed his forehead against the wood, taking a deep breath. He turned to look at her, just like a painting coming to life. Her hair was down, unlike anything he had ever seen. Not grimed with sweat and dirt nor was it pinned underneath a headdress or away from her face. This time, the soft curls framed it. The nightgown clung to her shoulders; the fabric dangerously close to falling off. It made his life that much more difficult.

“I am sorry. You are a beautiful woman, but I just cannot fulfil the expectations that are placed upon me tonight. I will be sleeping in the room next door if you need me,” Tom blurted out. He waited for a response before he could speed out. She sat there, like a perfectly sculpted statue. It was torture.

y/n sighed, “nothing has to happen tonight.”

“But they will ask, they will pry like they always will,” he countered.

“Who says we have to tell the truth?” y/n giggled. God, it was a symphony to him. Tom watched her leave the bed, waltzing around to meet with him at the door. He wanted the tell her to stay exactly where she is, not to move even an inch closer but with ever step she took, his breath hitched higher in his throat. “I would prefer to spend the first night of my marriage with my husband, whether something happens or not.”

He swallowed thickly, “you are incredibly calm.” He now met her, his full attention on y/n as she chuckled in delight.

“I am filled to the brim with anxiety, just not that same fear that you are feeling,” she told him as she sat down the small longue in the middle of the room. She took the wine from the table and poured each of them a glass. Tom was hesitant at first, still wishing to flee the room and into the safety of his own solitary. Still, he found himself pacing towards her. Taking soft and flinching steps until he sat beside her.

“Then what is the fear?” He took the other glass, quickly chugging the alcohol. y/n said nothing but just stared at him in confusion. “The fear you feel, why?”

It was now her turn to become flustered. He looked genuinely curious as to why she was feeling doubtful, but she was unsure if he truly wanted to know the answer. Her father made her promise never to speak of it to anyone, a shameful secret that would ruin her future if it was released. But Tom was now her husband. They were bonded by law, a thought she really didn’t wish to dwell on. Surely, whatever she told him wouldn’t cause them any stress? Still, it would be rude of her not to tell him the reason after he had just clearly demonstrated his own fears in the commitment. “You must promise not to become angry.”

Tom nodded his head gently, even more intrigued then he was before.

y/n quietly exhaled, avoiding looking at Tom. “I was married once before, he passed from the sickness 3 months into our matrimony. Perhaps it was God way of guiding me to a better future, but it ruined almost everything. His death caused create strain for my family as they attempt to rebuild myself as if I was not capable of it myself. I am terrified that I am cursed, that I shall find myself falling in love with you only to be weeping over your coffin months later.” She had poured her soul out, shared such a personal section of her life. She was ashamed to see his face. Too afraid that pure anger and disgust would paint his face.

“Who was he? The man whom you had married?” Tom asked her again. His voice calling out as she stared directly at the purple velvet beneath her dress.

“The Prince of Spain,” y/n squeaked.

“That inbred!” Tom joked, suddenly becoming relaxed by the mere mention of the Spanish Royal Family. “I am surprised you got three months and not three days, that kid was on death doors for his entire life,” Tom was now in a fit of laughter. It wasn’t directed to her but more that they allowed such a beautiful woman to be the wife of such a dull man. y/n peered up, thoroughly embarrassed as she gave him a light whack. Tom finally came down from his laughing fit, staring directly at her. “You are cursed Princess; you are just coddled. Forced into a life clearly not meant for someone like yourself.”

The mere mention of the cradling of her life got y/n riled up, “that’s another thing! The Spanish constantly treated me as if I was some porcelain doll ready to shatter if they dared even look at me! I felt like a child trapped in a woman’s body and he touched me like that as well. God, I was finally ready to truly live my life and then he just was too soft, I wanted something much mor-” Oh. Oh God. She had run her mouth too far, dug her own grave with her rambling. Her hands clamped against her mouth as a heat rushed to her face. She could see the French ships arriving for her next month, giving her passage because she was not in pristine condition. Hopefully Tom didn’t pick up on what she was inferring.

“You aren’t a virgin?” his voice was quiet, almost dark. She felt her entire world shatter. Tom scooted towards her slowly, it was completely unnoticed. She was too deep in panic to recognise the growing flirt rising in the Prince of Wales. y/n shook her head feverously. “That little tick took you?” When he put it like that, it made her stomach tingle. She had never heard such a sentence used in that tone. She was drowning in thoughts.

“I didn’t know what I was doing, that’s why I was so unsatisfied,” she tried to explain, her hands now bunched up the fabric against her knees. “He was just so soft, too soft and I wished he would have-”

“Would have what?” he toyed. Tom doesn’t quite know why he was acting like this. So intent on prying her little secrets out of her. Usually, he would have just simply got straight to the point but now, seeing her become red with frustration was a view causing him great pleasure. Any abstinence he hoped to place upon himself earlier in the night had been thrown out the window. He finally felt back in control, something he longed for. Something she was serving to him on a silver platter.

“I..” she began but the words got caught in her throat. Her tongue stopped completely, almost refusing to finish the damning sentence. She wanted him to be rougher with her, she wanted him to treat her like a woman and not a girl. “What happen to you wishing to keep your hands to yourself?” She attempted to change the topic, trying to flee but to no avail as he quickly caught her wrist in his palms. Their skins igniting on sight.

“Don’t try to change the subject Princess,” he purred, standing up to meet with her at the side of the bed. Her title now held a completely different meaning, it wasn’t being used to describe her. It was being used to utterly destroy her; a nickname only meant to be whispered in the dim light of a dozen candles. “I can see right through you,” Tom’s calloused fingers met the loose fabric on her shoulders, dancing over her collarbone. It was soft but held meaning. “I can see that you wished he touched you differently. Touched you like a real woman, rougher and passionate.”

His words were damned. She should feel ashamed that she was feeling light-headed just by the grazing touch of his fingers above her perked breasts. “Yes,” it was the only thing she could get out. The only single three lettered word that allowed itself out of her mouth. Tom pressed his lips to her neck, underneath her jaw.

“Perhaps, he too was inexperienced.” He spoke through small pecks. “Allow me to show you something different, something better,” it was barely above a whisper, but y/n heard every word. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he peered at her.

“I would enjoy that very much,” y/n responded just as quiet, all the gentle touches he currently had placed upon her turned darker. He pulled her into his embrace quickly before tripping her feet from under her and ending atop her on the messily made bed. His hand instantly found the inside of her thigh, his finger bruising her skin. It was delightfully, the slight pain sending shivers down her spine.

Their lips met, gentle at first. Her hands moulding themselves against his jaw, moaning into his mouth as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. She wished she could stay like this forever, wrapping in Tom’s embrace as they mended together. Alas, he pulled away from her. Lips separating with a small pop and a soft whine from y/n underneath him. Tom took a distinct look at her; she was sprawled out and whimpering for something more. Did she give this look to him as well? Did she use the melody that was her voice to beg him to do anything? Tom didn’t particularly wish to replay the thought in his head but yet, he couldn’t help himself.

Her nightgown quickly found itself discarded; her nipples perked in the cold. His lips immediately latched on, massaging the soft tissue. He never knew something could feel this smooth, without any flaws or imperfections. Even though he knew he could spend an entire night between the valley of her tits, he too longed for something more.

In a matter of moments, he found himself staring directly at her sex. A glorious sight to behold, glistening with her arousal in the pale moonlight. She was practically dripping onto the sheets below her. He placed a soft kiss to her pelvis, she jumped at the contact. “If you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me,” he told her all the while his fingers toyed at her hot hole. Dipping even so slightly into her heat. She was already in euphoria just from the slightest bit of pleasure. y/n nodded her head before locking eyes with him.

He didn’t waste another second, quickly licking a fat stripe through her folds. The taste was pure heaven, he didn’t give her a moment to register the feeling before diving right back into her juices. Sucking and pulling at her, wasting the night away feeling her thighs clamp around his head every time he flicked her clit coupled with a singular finger prancing in and out of her.

y/n wasn’t quite sure how loud she could truly be. She knew that even though they were in the far south-east of the castle, there could be a dozen scullery maids listening right outside the door. Or if someone was trying to achieve some sleep right beside them. At this very moment though, with Tom’s head in between her thighs devouring every inch of her throbbing cunt, she couldn’t give a single fuck. y/n allowed the string of curses and praised to tumble from her lips as she clasped onto the bed sheets for dear life.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Tom remarked, releasing her for a few seconds, “for such a pretty and delicious pussy.” He chuckled darkly. y/n wanted to bite back at him, but she was cut short but the addition of another of his digits sliding into her tight entrance. y/n clasped down hard on her hand. A foreign feeling began to drive itself into her stomach. While unusual, it was not at all exotic to her. It was thrilling, feeling her walls contract around his fingers as y/n began to instinctively rock her hips against his digits.

“God,” he purred, “that’s it, make yourself cum on my fingers Princess. Let me see that gorgeous face while you do it.” Tom had now retracted his mouth from her, completely mesmerised by the way her eyes screwed shut as she reached her peak. A cacophony of beautiful and dazzling sounds stumbling out of her mouth as he felt her climax all over his hand. Such a tantalising sight for any man.

y/n was too deep in her own return that she didn’t notice the retraction of his presences from the middle of her legs. So, when he felt his hands roughly pull her to the edge of the bed, she almost choked. The exhilarating feeling of his strained cock rubbing against her drenched folds made her forget her place. Made her speak before her mind could catch up. “I want you to fulfil the expectation.” She told him, her eyes never wavering from him.

Tom halted all his movements. It was painful but he needed absolute clarity before he did anything without her reassurance. “You need to elaborate Princess,” he told her darkly. He knew exactly what she was asking of him, he knew exactly what she desired.

“I want you to come inside of me,” she spoke as if she was a different person. y/n doesn’t quite know whether it’s the shift of mood or her own personal feelings but either way, she wanted to feel their juices mix and then leak out of her. Wanted him to fill her right up to the brim until the possibility was certain.

“You want me to fuck my seed right into you?” his words were dirtier than she expected but so was he as he slid in and into her. His naval hitting hers with a loud smack. He refused to move until he had played with her just that tad bit more. y/n’s head thrashed into the sheets behind her. She was so full, never has she felt this complete in her entire life. He wasn’t even moving but she could feel every inch of him deep inside of her.

“God yes,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad,” she was going to drive Tom insane. Just by a simple sentence, he was going to lose his mind and cum right now without even doing anything. 

“Want to carry my child, our own Prince or Princess,” he pulled back out of her and slammed right back in, knocking the wind out of her y/n. It was so profoundly dirty, just discussing it. It thrilled her to the very core, child-bearing was meant for women not girls. Perhaps that is why she is so drawn to the talk, the talk of something so primally feminine set her entire body on fire. She couldn’t speak a coherent sentence instead she just let out a continuous plea.

He began slow, hips rocking to find that perfect beat. He revelled in the only sounds in the room, the sound of his cock hitting the divine spot inside of her over and over again and her delirious moaning. It was a symphony he was lucky enough to hear. He wanted to hear more, listen to the pure sounds of him railing into her. So, he picked up the pace. His thrust became not only deep and harsh but fast.

God, if he could immortalise this feeling he would. The feeling of her walls constricting around him as he pounds right into her, the feeling of her legs wrapping around his constantly thrusting hips and the feeling of her sweating skin underneath his fingers as he grips for support. It’s like the Lord himself made her tight little cunt just for him.

“You’re so big,” y/n praised mindlessly. He’s never had someone say that to him without it sounding forced. It’s so raw that he can’t help but go even harder into with each praise that falls off her lips. “Fill me up, I want to feel you all inside of me.” It’s a dangerous game, she’s tapped on something so feral inside of him it hurts.

y/n wants to prop herself up and explore his body while he pounds into her, but she simply can’t. Her limbs give out with every thrust. Her entire body spasms each time he hits the perfect spot inside of her. She a moaning mess, trying to maintain any sense of normality but failing miserably. It’s a constant state of pleasure, she’s afraid that she’s lost track of time. That is until the faint, but all the desirable fit finds itself lit in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m almost there,” she whispers, it’s the only thing she can get out. His thrusts, that once had gained a steady and harsh rhythm are now falling. He’s losing focus with each grip he receives. With her words though, he gives her the final stretch. No longer does he has some form of structure but instead he’s just railing her like a wild animal.

It’s an explosion and neither knows why but it’s addictive. y/n climaxes around him, her toes curling as her final orgasm hits her long and violent. Shaking underneath, him as she unknowingly milks his own finish out of him. Tom’s fucking his cum right into her, he doesn’t stop for a second. Too focused on the goal ahead of him. Placing it where it counts. It’s a feeling he wants to never forget, better yet it’s a sight he wants permanently etched into his memories. As he pulls out of her, their climaxes tumble out of her. Dripping down her leg.

“Hold your legs up Princess,” he teases as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I heard it works wonders.”

The rose blooms only for those who care properly for her.

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a/n:please don’t flop, omg this is so long and no one asked for this shit. please don’t flop chile

pairing: singledad!mob!tom holland x singlemom!reader

words: 5.7k

warnings:  SMUT,swearing, major violence, depictions of violence and blood, rough sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, dom!tom & creampie.

summary: Everything was perfect. The two-and-a-half years since they first met have been nothing but love and respect. Until, y/n comes home one night, her husband gone for the time being. It all somehow crumbles in front of her, she can’t help but question it. Though this thought is nothing to what he feels in that very moment. It’s pure fear and terror, a pent-up storm of worry. Their comfort zone is nothing longer alive, it was buried and left to rot. 

a/n: so. it must be said, i went through three different plots before i settled on this one. that is why this goddamn fic has taken me so long to write. This is probably the last mob!tom holland fic i’ll write because bitch has a lot of other AUs that i would honestly prefer to write. enjoy! 

part 1

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y/n waited for a moment. It wasn’t long, but it was enough she had to check the clock on her wrist. 1:37am. Although she heard the snoring of Lottie, sound asleep in her bed, y/n knew otherwise. She knew that as soon as her feet hit the carpeted floor of her daughter’s bedroom, the girl would shoot straight up and whine for y/n to come back. She loved Lottie with all of her heart, like all of her kids, however sometimes the precious little angels got on her nerves. Just last Tuesday is a prime example as y/n desperately fiddling with the buttons of Tom’s shirt, wanting nothing more to take every inch of him while his whole operation continued below them. Just as she had popped the last latch, James called out for his father from across the house, most likely because one of the boys got hurt again from the play fighting they insisted they do. Sadly, y/n redid her husband’s buttons and let him leave her widely aroused and dissatisfied.

As she watched Lottie take in her small breaths, y/n recounted the moments. She still remembers her wedding, clear as day. It was in their garden, with the trees dressed in beautiful pink silk and the flowers somehow in full bloom. No one was around, it’s was secluded and perfect. It was just them, Theo and James stood side by side, their matching suits made her heart swell. Their perfectly rosy cheeks lit up as they saw y/n make her way down the grassy aisle. Though she never saw it, Tom admits that it was Theo who smacked him on the arm to turn around. To come face to face with his bride, a blushing bride that was 7 months pregnant. It was a rush of a events that y/n never quite saw occuring so early into her life. Yet, the day she told Tom they were going to be parents, he asked her to marry him. Of course, y/n organised a typical wedding after she had given birth but at that very second, every bad thing she had to live through suddenly became a single speck of sand on a vast beach. A prologue to her wonderful life ahead of her.

The door swung open slightly, though the light from outside Lottie’s room was off, y/n could instantly tell who was stepping over countless dolls and plastic cars. Tom knelt at the side of his daughter’s bed, just below his wife as she softly stroked Lottie’s forehead. “You need some rest Sweetness,” he told her quietly, watching over Lottie’s snoring figure.

“I can’t” y/n stifled through a yawn. Though she greatly needed to run to her bed and pass out, she refused to leave Lottie unless she knew her daughter was absolutely deep in sleep. Tom sighed, letting his forehead hit the soft linen of the bed cover.

“You need sleep, I can’t look after the brady bunch by myself,” Tom joked. His hand came to draw soft circles on y/n’s thigh. It was nothing if not soothing to her. He could directly make out her face in the darkness, but Tom knew his wife was smiling, a low grin painted upon her fatigued face. “I’ll take this shift.”

y/n reached out for his face, finding it in seconds. Her thumb now matched the pattern on his cheek that Tom was drawing on her thigh. “We made a deal,” it was his speciality, but he never wanted it to get this bad. “You would help Theo with his Valentine’s Day gift if I could get this one to sleep.”

y/n possessed many traits that Tom adored. She was empathetic, a woman of incredible wit and intelligence, had the stamina of a bull but her stubbornness seemed to be her crowing glory. Tom knew his wife as well as he knew how to count to ten. She wasn’t leaving until absolute confirmation was handed to her. “Sweetness, I would prefer if you came to bed with me,” he tried, the approach was simple and usually it worked.

“As much as I would adore that, I’m not going anywhere with you mister,” y/n teased. Her attention focusing back on Lottie. Perhaps it was the way her eyelids seemed to betray her, closing every few seconds or if it was simply the way the mattress felt beneath her legs. Eventually though, the mixture of all of those and her husband’s head laying flat on her thighs, she began to slowly creep off the bed. The pads of her feet pressed against the floor in such delicacy, y/n doubted that she even touching it. She reached out for Tom, grasping slightly at his bare bicep as she lifted herself up.

Tom caught on to his wife’s movements and made sure that the path was completely clear of any of Lottie’s toys. Calmly, the pair of them tip-toed out. Every move halted by their daughter’s movements but eventually, the door closed and y/n was free from the little montress’s grip. y/n wishes that she was more awake, more alert because even in her half sleep dazed she could make out the tight white singlet that clung to Tom’s body. She reached out for him, it was the weakest of touchs. Yet, her hand fell on his shoulder and running up to the base of his neck. It wasn’t sexual in any form, instead they stood in the dim light in complete silence. Watching each other feel the affected of forced insomnia.

“How am I going to get up this morning,” y/n giggled as she accepted the sudden embrace from Tom. Her head finding it’s way into the same shoulder she tenderly caressed seconds ago. Tom’s fingers coiled around her forearm gently as the began to quietly walk to their bedroom. “Hopefully Meg will be around at that time,” she sighed as the soft breeze of their room hit her face. Meg was their nanny, a woman who has been employed by Tom since James was a baby. She was a sweet old thing, a cliché of the lovely old lady in fairtales.

“She will, sadly I won’t,” Tom told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as they both hid themselves under the sating covers. y/n wanted to continue the conversation, she knew that Tom wouldn’t be back at home until tomorrow night and for the first time, she would be in charge of everyone but she couldn’t. As soon as her head hit the lavender scented pillow, she was out like a light. Tom just chuckled in return, pulling her into a soft embrace.

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y/n wasn’t an idiotic woman. She has been with Tom for two and a half years; married to him for two years, she immediately knew when something didn’t feel right. As her fingers gripped the steering wheel, she peered in her rear-view mirror. It was something Tom’s bodyguards drive around in. The vehicle was large and bulky, looking like it a take down a building with minimum amount of speed. It was painted in the midnight black, even the widows seemed to be darkened. Like before, y/n recognised the model of the car to be a sister of the cars she would frequently have to ride in if she accompanied Tom anywhere, he thought posed even the slightest amount of danger. She knew that with every corner she took, the car would mimic her turns. y/n caught onto it in seconds, watching through Lottie’s car seat and Theo’s mop of hair. It didn’t help that when she called Tom’s head guard, he told her that he had followed her orders. To let her pick up her children to avoid the never-ending shock from the ensemble of 6'5 muscular men accompanying her wherever she went.

“Do you want us to do anything about it ma'am?” he asked through the car’s speaker. y/n pondered for a few seconds. While her gut was screaming at her that this was something completely out of the ordinary, if there was any ordinary being married to a Mob boss. Her mind knew that if she did say something to him now it was no doubt find its way to Tom. He would instantly assume the worst and cancel any important deal in front of him to race home. The guard’s voice pulled her out of her concentration.

“Get the house under lockdown,” she ordered, for the first time she felt truly in control but as all things it was slipping. “Do not tell my husband.”

“Ma'am, it is imperative that Mr. Holland know of this,” the guard protested. y/n had been going through quite a rough day. She was tired, overworked and constantly around wailing children. She refused to be around another. Her jaw clenched as she pulled into their street, the car still hot on her tail.

“I don’t care, Tom will not know of this,” y/n snapped, peering up for a final time but to her initial surprise that car had vanished. She had no clue where the fucker had gone. “It’s probably nothing,” she spoke quietly. The sentence was more reassurance for herself than from him, yet he had heard her, accepted her terms and hung up.

As she pulled the car into the impressively large garage, she lets her bare forehead hit top of the steering wheel. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

“Mum,” Theo called out from the backseat, “are you alright?” The boy’s question was laced with genuine concern. It released whatever anxiety riddled grip had got a hold of y/n. She gazed up, smiling as she let all her negative thoughts leave her before turning to her three children.

“I am just really tired honey,” she replied as she exited the car and proceeded to undo Lottie’s buckled. “Not to worry, I think it is Boy’s Movie Night tonight!” Both boys cheered in unison. The afternoon went on as usual. Theo and James spent the entire time with their faces glued to the screen in front of them. Squealing every time the supposed bad guys landed flat on his ass, jumping at every occasion that they could. Even if they lived in a mansion, y/n was positive that everyone in this house could hear their playful laughter.

y/n sat next to Lottie; her curly brunette hair clipped back into two adorable pigtails. Lottie was a carbon copy of Tom. Even next to her half-brother James, Lottie seemed to possess ever physical trait of y/n’s husband. The smooth somehow flawless skin, the bouncy chestnut curls that y/n just knows will be her daughter’s statement piece when she grows up and finally the pair of chocolate eyes that gets her father weak every time, she babbles up at him. She wondered how all of her children would look like when they get old enough to make their own decisions. While James doesn’t have Tom’s colouring like Lottie does, he has this glimmer of mischievousness in his eyes. Something y/n has loves about her boys, they all share this odd ball of high-energy. Theo looks exactly like y/n, her colouring and her features. Theo’s look alikeness to his mother is something y/n feels is divine intervention. To show that, this is her son. Her baby boy and no one else’s unless she says so.

“Ma'am” Meg’s heavy Irish accent perks up. She’s standing at the windows, peering through the curtains slightly. “I think you should see this,” she advises before stepping away from the scene and running to grab Lottie from her highchair. y/n hesitantly waltzes over, she presents a cool face to her children, but she can feel her stomach crawling into her throat as she gets closer. y/n pulls the fabric back slightly, she prays that is it now in the early hours of the night and the light is off. It’s the same car, it’s now parked across the road from her house. Just outside of their camera’s visibility, the vehicle is camouflaged almost to perfection, she can still spot it. Its headlights are off and the car makes not a single sound. At first, y/n faithfully believes she is now seeing things, that her brain is so unfathomably tired it has resorted to petty tricks. That is until one of the car doors open quickly. She waits for a moment as does this figure in the car before a pair of fit hit the ground. Though it makes no clamour, it startles her. y/n doesn’t wait to meet his eyes as his head ducks under the car roof to fully meet the air. She turns around to meet Meg’s eyes, the women wear matching looks.

“Take the children into the spare room, go now,” y/n speaks softly as not to alarm her sons. Meg nods quickly, instantly holstering Lottie on her hips and shooing the boys away from the glowing TV.

She pauses until she hears the door close. It’s deafening. She turns her attention back to the scene, it’s worse than before. There’s at least 7 of them huddled around this car, pulling unknown bags from the seats. As the mystery bags hit the ground, the unknown men begin opening it. It’s filled to the brim with metal, the holsters of guns peeking through with the aid of the dim light of the streetlight. y/n refused to observe anymore, silently she alerts the guards in the house. She doesn’t even process the next second, it’s like nothing is working anymore. y/n knows what the sound is, she knows what is happening, she knows that in a matter of seconds the men have begun firing at her front landing. Killing anyone standing outside, she can feel the bullets entering their bodies.

It’s with that, y/n goes from a fast pace to sprinting. She rushes down the long halls to meet with her children. It’s feels like an eternity that she is opening doors, calling out for any of them. All the while, gunshots ring out like a bell, constant and terrible. Her phone vibrates,it send her nerves over the edge. y/n stops for a second to stare at it, Tom’s name lights up the screen. Instead of answering, her fingers lose all their function. Her phone drops from her hand and hits the floor. She wants to pick it up but her feet work against her and begin to simply pace herself away from her phone as it continues to hum against the tiles.

Finally, she reaches the room. Meg holds Lottie close to her chest, rocking the toddler back and forth as Lottie cries into Meg’s shirt. Theo and James are standing in the middle of the room. Both look like they are on their verge of tears and to be completely truthfully, so was she. Closing the door, y/n immediately wraps her arms around her sons. She feels the wet tears staining her shoulders. She feels their chests rise and fall drop as best they can.

“You boys are so brave,” she sooths, her palms rubbing circles atop their heads. Slowly, she peers up. While the gunfire continues to ring out, y/n stares at the people in the room with her. Not a single bulb is turned on, the area is pitch black, but she can still see how this if affecting the boys. How Meg clutches onto Lottie’s wailing body. “It’ll be over soon.”

“You promise,” James chokes out, he wipes his face of her blouse. y/n pressed a tender kiss to his hair. She lets a single tear escape her eyes.

“I swear handsome,” y/n tells him, but she’s not convinced by the sound of her own voice. The boys pull away from her, one of her hands reaches for their salty cheeks. “Everything will be alright, Mumma swears.”

She doesn’t want to; she wants to scream. She wants to burn the entire house to the ground. She wants to leave with her children and never come back. y/n has never felt this in her entire life. This is not only pure terror for the lives of her children but it’s uncontrollable rage. She’s being held together by a tearing material of a rubber band. Her limbs are coiled, feeling as though she has rusted in the rain. Her mind doesn’t stop, it runs as if it has never felt this wrathful freedom in its life. A million different thoughts threaten to take power, as if they should decide her next move. She doesn’t let them of course, y/n’s had practice at this, and she will not crack now.

“Meg, give me Charlotte now,” y/n’s voice is hoarse and breaking with ever vowel that drops from her lips. The old lady rushes over to y/n and hands her Lottie. The toddler instinctively wraps her arms around y/n, refusing to let go. Another 20 minutes go by, it’s torture. The air seems to wash around y/n as she clings onto her children for dear life. Quietly, she pans over to Meg. The old woman looks as if she has turned from the humble baker’s wife down the street to death herself. Their eyes lock, passing silent messages to each other.

I’m sorry, y/n pleads. She thinks if she spoke it aloud, it would travel barely above a whisper.

It’s okay, sweetheart, Meg responded. Though the woman only truly meant the first part, y/n wanted to believe that she would have used the nickname to calm her nerves. Somehow it did.

The moment lasted for only seconds. A fleeting feeling of safety was ruined by the doorknob rattling furiously. At the speed of sound, y/n had handed Lottie over to Meg and told her to hide in the bathroom with the children. y/n heard everything, the door lock behind Meg and the muffled yelling behind the door in front of y/n. She scrambled to her feet, driving her to the wide bedside table. She threw open the doors until she landed on the one thing she never believes she’s use. A small handgun. y/n didn’t quite have time to question her morals at this very second in time. y/n wrapped her fingers around the handle just as the door swung open. Tears spilled as she pointed the gun aimlessly.

“Thank god,” his familiar voice rang out. y/n sunk to her knees, the gun falling right from her fingertips. Tom rushed to her side; he didn’t know what to say to her. He knew exactly what she was feeling, he knew whatever attempt he made at explaining the horrid situation would break his poor wife even further.

y/n studied his features in the dim light of the room as he got closer to her. She had never seen him in such a state. His hair flopping all over his face, hiding whatever panic was clearly evident over his features. More specifically, y/n watched as it became clearer. A large splatter of blood across his right cheek. She fell right into his arms, finally allowing herself to stain his shirt with her burst of weeps.

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y/n’s body was on fire. The fire was nothing but pure pain. As if bugs were nesting right under skin, desperate for a gasp of air. Even the clock ticked loudly, ever noise of the hand pressed her brain against her skull. Every joint rigid in its own specific way, damaged and tight.

“Sweetness, talk to me,” Tom soothed, using the towel to clean the final fragments of blood off his cheek. Her eyes squinted at him, waiting for him to do anything other than be his normal gentle self. y/n slid herself off the foot of their bed and walked to the closed door. Flashing images of the other room crossing her mind.

“I need to check on the kids,” she huffed. While y/n knew Meg was laying wide away on the floor of Theo’s room as all three children slept contently, she wanted to be away from him at a moment like this. She needed to not see his face. Alas, Tom’s hand gripped her wrist tightly. The touch sizzled her skin, the tension elevated for a split second.

y/n whipped around to face him; Tom felt his patience slipping from him. “y/n, be an adult,” he hissed.

Tom knew he shouldn’t be talking to her like this, but he was at his wit’s end. A candle burning to the final wax. He mentally fucked himself over when he got that stupid fucking call. Sir, your wife has informed us of an unidentified vehicle following her, it engraved itself into his mind. Tom remembers sitting at the desk, wondering if she was witnessing the same group, he had fucked over a few months ago. Deciding it could wait, Tom told them to keep his updated throughout the night. As if whatever god was up there decided to play a tortuous comedy routine with Tom, it did begin to progress. First, the car pulling up hours before his arrival. Then the major security breach and finally as they began shooting at his house, ready to slaughter anyone they found inside. Especially his family.

She watched his intently. Waiting for a further response and yet, nothing. Her anger was bubbling over. “I am an adult,” she seethed at him, her fingers unwrapping themselves from the doorknob. “I make sure that my children are safe, I make it my life’s mission to ensure that I am not the direct cause of those certain dangers I wish to keep them so far away from!”

She had ripped her hand from his grasp, this wasn’t something she was backing away from. It was something she could fight and to which she intended to do until the very end.

The little monologue broke Tom’s heart. How could she believe that he would do such a horrific thing? How could she blame him for the events that unfolded tonight? He wondered if she truly knew this was never his intention. That he never wanted his family to come under direct attack all because he made one dangerous decision.

“You don’t talk to me like that y/n,” He grumbled. The air seemed to thicken with every word, cause more distance between the spouses. It was never like this they fought like a normal couple but never with this much venom. “I don’t deserve such criticism, especially from you.”

“Why?” she pondered, she moved closer to him. Inching closer with every second. “Is it because you question my authority? Or maybe is it because I am some silly little schoolteacher who got trouble with the wrong kind of people,“ she moved closer with every word of the sentence, pushing her dangerously closer. It’s a risk she must take if she wants to feel any sort of release.

“Stop being so theatrical y/n, you endured something horrible, but that is what you signed up for when you married me,” the room climbed in temperature. Tom had half a mind to strip himself just to get closer to peace, but with y/n so close to his chest, he preferred to work on her. Tom can’t pinpoint what made his mind switch in directions. Maybe it was the ever-growing heat, or perhaps it was the indescribable feeling of almost losing your wife and mother of your children. Either way, Tom thoughts were growing darker. The need to bruise y/n’s skin seemed to be the only thing he could really think about. “You wanted this,” he grunted, closing in on her. “Sweetness, you agreed to this lifestyle as soon as you sunk your sweet cunt onto me.”

The vulgarity of his words caught her off guard. Her breath stopped halfway when her back almost slammed into the wall. She wasn’t giving in so easily, even if the heat from her body had swiftly travelled to the valley between her thighs. y/n turned her head away from him in any desperation to not look at him. Unfortunately, Tom caught her actions as if he knew her every move. His fingers pressed against her chin to bring her eyes back to him. Tom was worried for an instant that she would truly be too furious with him to play into his game. Luckily, her eyes betrayed her. The big doe eyes of her stared up at him, pleaded to be fucked like an animal. Slammed into until all of her rage had slipped from her conscious.

“Screw yourself Tom,” she coughed out. She was playing along, y/n knew exactly where this was heading. A tender kiss was placed upon her lips, while the action itself was soft, nothing about the kiss genuinely was. It was the ultimate puzzle piece for him.

"You want to speak to me like a bitch,” Tom chuckled, “you’ll get fucked like a bitch.” He kicked the back of her knees harshly, causing her to meet with the floor. “On your knees and hands behind your back.” She wanted to protest, she wanted to act out the little brat but like most things, her arms instinctively pulled themselves behind her. “Now, I sincerely hope I don’t have to punish you further sweetness,” Tom soothed as he swiftly undid the buckle of his jeans, discarding the items of clothing across the room. His throbbing cock hit the base of his stomach with a soft slap. y/n bit her lip in instinct, it had been a while, and did she wholly miss this glorious scene in front of her.

y/n leaned forward and dragged her tongue from the base of him until her lips met with the beads of pre-cum drenching him. Slowly but surely, she wrapped her lips around him. Letting him enjoy the wet cavern of her mouth for a short time. He threw his head back in unison with a beautifully quiet moan. Her eyes never left him, as she bobbed her head gradually. If she was on her knees unable to reach out and touch him, she would at least make it fun for her. y/n only quickened her pace if their line of focus connected. As soon as Tom stared directly into her eyes, she would start her movements but if he turned away to enjoy the moment, everything would stop. It went like this before Tom had quite enough of it all. Without uttering a single word, Tom wrangle his hands into her soft hair and thrusted right up into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat roughly. She gagged loudly, making an awful sound as she attempted to regain her position. He pulled away from her, only to slam right back into her mouth. Unlike her plan beforehand, as he face fucked her, his pace begins to speed up.

y/n was now struggling to hold back her ragged gags as small tears slid out of her eyes. “Pretty girl, all worked out from my cock in your mouth huh?” Tom teased as he relished in the sounds of her cacophony of broken breaths. Just as quickly as he began, he pulled away from her complete. He dropped out of her mouth with a small pop and a trail of saliva that landed on the tops of her breasts. “Get up,” to which she happily obliged. As soon as y/n had regained her footing, Tom’s hands had completely destroyed her pants. The loose skirt was now in two pieces at her feet, along with her favourite pair of panties. Unfortunately, she didn’t even get a second to scold him before he spun her around and slammed her chest against the wall. The pain excited her, it coursed through her torso and down into her legs, causing them to spasm slightly.

Tom looked at her, in the soft moonlight she was glowing. Ass facing him, tits pressed up against the wall. Complete ready for him. Tom gave her a small kiss on her shoulder, this time it truly was meant to be tender but in typical Tom fashion. As soon as his lips left her skin, Tom plunged right up into her. His hand covering her surprised squeal. God did he miss this. Filling her tight pussy right up to the brim. Even after everything they had been through, she still fit him like a glove. Hugged him so perfectly, Tom was worried he was shot his load right into her at this very moment. Sadly, he pushed the thought away and began rocking into her; his hand still covered over her mouth.

y/n could feel every inch of his like this. She could feel just how hard he was ramming into her cunt. Her nails gripped onto the wall in front of her as she whimpered into the palm of his hand. With every snap of his hips, her worries seemed to really melt away. All the tension built up in her body being oiled as he parted her legs to reach a nook in her that she thought impossible. “Tommy, f—fuck, oh my god,” it was incoherent garble. Nonsense talk as her eyes rolled back into her head for a few seconds. His head found the valley of her neck, peppering light kisses a major difference to the rough pace he had adopted.

“What is it sweetness,” Tom gasped right into her ear. The hot air tickling her skin. His other hand gripped callously at her hip, bruising the delicate skin under his fingers. “Come on tell me,” Tom was struggling to keep himself in check. The pure sound of skin against skin as he fucked her ass filled the air, pushing him closer to ecstasy. His hand pulled away from her lips, an immediately low moan tumbled from her lips. y/n waited for her body to response to anything, everything thrown out the window every time his dick hit her perfect spot inside of her.

“Har—harder,” she strained through strings of vulgarities and chants of his name. Tom smirked at her, she caught it before he pulled away from her. Tom started to slow his movements, observing how she swallowed him whole every time he thrusted into her tight hole.

“You really want it harder sweetness?” Tom asked, he was just as desperate for a release as she was. y/n nodded her head furiously, words seeming to fail her at this instance. “Turn around,” he ordered, she swivelled around to face him. Her once neat hair now a mess of pleasure tugged strains. Her lids fluttering shut and her cheeks flushed. She looked like a Greek statue. Tom bent and lifted her over his shoulders, earning a tiny giggle from his huffing wife above him. He frantically sprinted over to their bed and promptly chucked her on it. The force knocking a bit of wind out of her.

In a flash of actions, her face had been pressing into the mattress and her ass high up in air. Tom gave it a light smack before lining up and pounding right into her. Both of them let out a soft line of curses. It had never been this intense in their entire relationship.

The room was silent. Nothing could be heard outside but inside was a different idea. Tom brought her hips down roughly onto him, matching his tattered speed. y/n’s breaths were muffled by the cover of the blanks, her hands desperate for anything to latch onto for support as he fucks her relentlessly. It a beautiful mixture of sounds. Nothing like the soft breaths and gasps on a normal night. While those still as amazing as now, this was pure unfiltered animalistic need. No feelings, just a fantastic way to blow off incredible tense steam. Tom usually adored staring at her as her face scrunched up in pleasure but something about how every time his cock rammed up into her, everything moved with his thrusts. It was memorising, as if a painting had been brought to life. y/n had lost track of time during this, so focused on the way he was able to stretch her so wide that she had completely forgot how long she had been lying here. She didn’t dwell on it for too long before the divine familiar feeling presented itself to her, dwelling at the pit of her stomach.

“Go faster, I’m going t—to come,” she pleaded, lifting her head up for only a moment before diving right back into her muffled screams. Tom growled at this, picking up his already forceful speed. While he tried, his thrusts became sloppy and jagged.

“Come with me sweetness,” he whispered to her, his fingered rubbing cathartic circles on her sensitive clit. The sensation on her bud rupturing another last piece of sanity in her body.

With a final thrust, both y/n and Tom came. A relief as both almost shouted out in absolute ecstasy, their juices mixing together in a beautiful sense of the terms. y/n’s toes curled as she felt it all, every little piece of tension, anger and lust all combine and explode inside of her. Tom wasn’t even the slightest but worried as he had been before this had begun. His sweaty forehead lay against her spine, as his wife attempted to catch her breath. Slowly he pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her. A sight he would love to have burned into his vision for the rest of his life.

“Feel better?” Tom asked her as he threw himself next to her. y/n turned to face him and for the first time that night an honest grin appeared on her face. A grin given to her by whatever relief she had received moments before.

“Much,” she replied.

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pairing:professor!tom holland x reader 

words:6.9k (hehe nice)

warnings:swearing,PURE FILTH, sir kink, rough sex, masturbation (male & female), exhibition kink if you squint, spanking & sort of public sex.

summary:  It’s wrong, y/n tells herself. She can’t help it though. She can’t help fantasising about him. At the other end of the class, Tom tells himself to stop staring at her. It’s creepy, he thinks. Neither one knows of the mutual pining that is until tension bubbles over. 

a/n:I’m back bitches! I’m still a fucking sinner and this is such a cliche, I’m so so sorry

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y/n sat at the desk. Her eyes never left Mr. Holland. Her attention never left the way the veins in his arms bulged when he picked up the massive textbook, never left his perfectly gelled hair and how it sat atop his head like it was crafted to from the day he was born. Perhaps I should start typing the notes that were on the board, she scowled to herself.

She feels dirty, almost ashamed of her crush on him. She hates herself for falling into a stupid cliché that had been so easy to avoid all these tireless years. y/n doesn’t know why she has gone back to a love-sick teenage girl fantasising about a boy who she’ll never even get to touch. A boy that so out of her league, he wouldn’t even had the faintest idea that she exists. That doesn’t stop them though. y/n still finger fucks herself to an orgasm that no boy has been able to give her in her 24 years of life, all the while wishing it was his cock instead of her fingers. If Mr. Holland knew what she did to herself under the influence of him and his stupidly handsome face, he would be disgusted. This she knows for a fact.

This isn’t what she thought she would be doing, in all honesty. She is a semester away from graduating and she never wanted to be stuck in a perpetual state of wanting someone so unattainable it’s not uneasy, it’s borderline unethical. She truly believed she would have ancient married professor that sound like their legs deep in their coffin. Instead she got a literal Greek God as her Psych professor.

She knows that she’s not the only one of course. y/n has met 10 other girls in her class that probably write god awful poetry about Mr. Holland’s liquid bronze eyes. She can’t blame them, if she could write shitty poetry about him, she 100% would. y/n not angry either, she knows out of the 120 students (110 of whom are girls), are probably all in the same predicament. She sometimes gets dirty looks from them when Mr. Holland address her by her first name.

Perhaps that’s something she should consider; he calls her y/n not Miss y/l/n or just simply Miss. It’s different, it’s endearing and when he has a raspy voice, it’s so fucking hot.

“y/n,” a voice called out, she shook herself out of her haze, “are you still with us?” Mr. Holland was no standing over her. His cologne surrounding her, intoxicating her. y/n gulped softly before turning her eyes to his.

“Yes, sorry sir,” y/n replied quickly, trying her hardest not to stumble over her own words or even let the blush run to her cheeks.

Mr. Holland smiled warmly, “that’s good, I need at least one of you listening,” the class erupting in laughter, “I would prefer it to be one of the brightest.” That though got them quiet. y/n sunk into her chair in embarrassment. The blush she had been fighting rose to the surface, making her even more adamant not to look up at him but alas she couldn’t.

In that small fleeting moment, she caught something in his eyes. She couldn’t define exactly what it was. Whatever it truly was, y/n knew teachers should not be looking at their students in such a way. It made her even more lightheaded with admiration.

The lesson continued on as normal for another hour. Mr. Holland described the outline for the next assignment, it seemed short and sweet. Write a 2-thousand-word essay on the effects of unintentional recreational drugs during early childhood. y/n had to laugh at the way Mr. Holland phrased it. It was as if he had never touch pot in his entire life, to be fair, y/n wouldn’t be too surprised if he didn’t. Most of the girls in his class groaned at the mere mention of actual work and not an hour and a half session of pure toe-curling orgasm material. Now that she thinks about it, that would be a wonderful way to spend her Wednesday mornings and Thursday afternoons.

Of course, y/n was in another word during the last minutes of the lesson. Unable to focus on anything other than the hint of a tattoo peeking through the underlining of his shirt. She was working so hard to distinguish what it was that she had completely missed the end of the lesson and the dozens of people walking out.

“y/n, what exactly are you doing?” Mr. Holland’s voice asked above her. y/n almost jumped in her seat, but she stayed completely still. “This is the second time today, should I be worried?”

This though made her jump out of her seat. “No of course not sir!” She defended as she rushed to place her things away. “I was just off in wonderland today.”

“Are you sure there is nothing distracting you?” He asked.

Yes.

“No,” she replied hurriedly.

“You know you can tell me if something is,” he reassured her.

Yes, of course. Let me just tell you about how you are distracting me by always wearing the hottest casual suits every lesson and giving me the wonderful fantasy of tearing it off you.

“I know that, it’s just been my busy schedule,” y/n lied through her teeth. She’s a broke college student with hardly any friends or real other assignments. “I am just working really hard, you know?”

Yeah, working really hard to imagine you pounding me into next week!

With that last thought, y/n knew she needed to leave before she exploded with embarrassment and arousal right there in front of him.

“I just wanted to let you know that you are totally allowed to change the topic of the assignment if you feel like there is something that strikes a chord with you,” Mr. Holland smiled brightly.

Fuck! Did he have to look so gorgeous even when he’s trying to be dorky and supportive.

Mr. Holland noticed the shocked look upon y/n’s face and immediately retracted his statement, “I promise I won’t fail you, if that’s what your thinking.” He explained. “I really enjoy your work, you’re a gifted woman with a real talent and I don’t want to see it go to waste with my shitty assignment.”

y/n turned her attitude around. He was stumbling over his words. It was kind of cute and endearing, like everything he does. She smiled warmly at his compliment.

“Sir,” she spoke softly. It came out a lot mouseyer and somehow sexual than she would have liked but she refused to back out of her statement. “I can’t wait.”

She didn’t say another word but simply slung her back over her shoulder and made her way out of the class. Tom followed her figure in complete and utter shock. He praised whatever god watched over him for the small mercy that was having y/n’s back turned to him to witness his immediate blush cover his entire freckled face.

Tom never let his eyes leave her. He just watched her waltz right out of his classroom, he bit his lip at the sight of her perfectly cupped ass in her jeans. Through-out the entire lesson, all he could think about is how her tits would bounce as his dick thrusted up into her little cunt. Just the thought made his cock spring to life.

He stared up at the clock. He had to be in another lecture in 10 minutes, he had to teach another round of student without her pretty face in it in 10 bloody minutes. Sadly, it wasn’t enough time to imagine cumming over her said face. He fidgeted until his painful erection was safely hidden.

God, you are such a fucking creep, Holland. He thought to himself.

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y/n really didn’t want to be doing this.

She really didn’t want to have to walk to the library in a mini skirt she had when she went through her cringy hoe phase and a low-cut tank top she only really wore to bed at 8 at night. Luckily before she left, her roommate gave her a full can of pepper spray and a pocketknife. A handle tool for when you looked like a prostitute.

She had no choice. It was laundry night and she had to get her assignment out of the way, or she would never finish it in time. She wanted to kick herself for letting laundry night fall on the only night the library stayed open until midnight. It was a perk for sure but not when you had nothing to wear but pink neon rags.

y/n pushed open the library door and relieved herself of the anxiety of being abducted by the greeting of Harry. He looked familiar but she couldn’t pinpoint where she had seen his face before.

“What cha doing here?” he shouted. Quite contradictory for a librarian. y/n grinned when she saw his dorky face at the counter. That is until he caught wind of her outfit, or lack thereof. “Got a late shift at the strip-club after this?” Her face fell.

“I hate you,” she played along, her arms slumping on the cold desk. y/n looked around the library. It was basically empty, with the exception of the middle-aged teacher grading a stack full of papers. Poor bastard, y/n thought. “Got one for me?”

“You’re going to get me fired if I do this again,” Harry huffed, he banged his head against the keyboard in frustration.

“This is the last time,” y/n explained, “I pinkie promise.” She lifted her hand over the counter and waved her pinkie finger in Harry’s face. He stared up her than move his eyeline to her finger now just touching the tip of his nose. He groaned loudly as he took her finger in his.

“There is a ton of empty booths, choose one and don’t make a sound,” Harry told her angrily, y/n simply clapped her hands in celebration and skipped off. She chooses the booth in range of Harry, in hopes that maybe he will distracted her and she won’t have to do her work because she’s too busy goofing off.

y/n dropped her stuff in a huff. Her back slumped into the curve of the chair and the desk covered her body happily. She placed her earphones in and played her favourite study music. She was in absolute heaven.

The assignment was kicking her ass, but she was determined to do it. Mr. Holland seemed genuinely excited for what she would write about if she did decide to change the topic. Now though she’s regretting not letting Mr. Holland’s hopes down.

She could find hardly anything online and even if she did it was by some random SJW on Tumblr. That’s what lead her here tonight. In hopes that maybe some privileged white asshole with a degree would have some sources sighted to help her. Unfortunately, she was having trouble with that too.

It was now 11:30pm. She had been at this god forsaken table for two and a half hours now in an endless pursuit of bullshit. y/n had half a mind to give up and just suck his dick for the grade like other girls would in this situation. y/n had to remind herself though, she is a gifted woman with a real talent that should not be wasted on something shitty to please the masses. Did she just quote Mr. Holland?

She caught eyes with Harry in her block, who had two pencils stuck up his nose in an attempt to cheer her up. It did for the most part. y/n wanted to play along but it had seemed someone else had walked through the door at that very moment and Harry threw the pencils out. Harry’s face lit up with red upon the arrival of this mystery person. y/n was interested in who this mystery person was. That is until she saw his face.

Mr. Holland walked up to the library desk in a fit of laughter. His hands smacking the counter and his face contorted in a wide smile. y/n instantly ducked under the table. She could faintly hear their conversation. It just sounded like muffled words until her name popped up.

Jesus Christ. Not now. Not tonight. Why of all night to run into his must it have to be tonight. Maybe I should make a run for it now, bust out of the wind-

“I know you’re under there y/n,” Mr. Holland’s voice sung above her. It was too late now. Any escape plan that her mind frantically tried to rationalise was long gone by this point. Slowly, y/n retreated from her hiding spot to face him. He had his normal outfit of a tight t-shirt paired with a decorative tie and slightly lose pants. This time though he had a long burgundy coat draped over his shoulders. He looked like a painting. y/n smiled sheepishly.

“Hi,” she said simply. Regaining her seat from before and fully appearing in front of him. “I had no idea you would be here this late,” she tried with conversation.

“Harry’s my brother, I have to drive him home before leaving myself and he just wanted to work the late shift tonight,” Tom laughed to himself and he turned around and waved at Harry. His brother waved back guiltily. “You know, I could say this same to you,” he smirked at her.

“I am working on your assignment, sir,” y/n responded quietly. Tom’s eyes lit up at that and he rushed to snatch the papers off her desk and into his hands. Much to the disapproval of y/n.

“Oh good, you’ve decided to change it,” Tom sounded almost relieved as if he trusted her judgement more than his own. Worse of it all, he decided to sit down next to her. Even taking off his coat, making his biceps bulge through his shirt. His eyes flicked through what she currently has. His eyebrows raised in shock, “I have to say, I was not expected you to decide to do something about the female orgasm and its effect on the psyche,” his voice was an octave deeper than usual. y/n could feel her arousal building.

y/n couldn’t decide if he was just being friendly or if he was trying to send a deeper message. Either way, she decided to take action. “Well, with the number of women being unsatisfied I thought it was an appropriate topic,” she snatched the papers out of his hands, “but you wouldn’t know anything about women being unsatisfied would you sir?”

Tom sat there in astonishment. His cock stiffened against the restraints of his jeans, he has only been in her vicinity for 5 minutes and already she has him hard as a rock. It was times like these that he wished he could just leave all his determination to fuck her over this very desk at the door. Regrettably, he couldn’t.

“Well, that just ruins the surprise,” y/n sighed delicately. Her fingers flicking through the pages of her useless book. “Either way, the resources are complete shit,” this time her sadness was real, and Tom snapped out of his lust-ridden haze.

“Did you really expect a man to know mostly everything of something that is so cardinally female?” Tom smirked as he closed the book on her and pointed to the photo of a wrinkled old man. He was the author of a stupid book and to be fair, he looked like he would write this type of book as well.

“Damn, I knew I was doing something wrong,” y/n hissed. She had been spending her entire night trying to piece together information from a man who can only give her half the story.

“The book on the top shelf is one on the chemical effects of orgasming in females by a female,” Tom leaned in and whispered in her ear. His hot breath wafted of her skin; it was enough to send goose bumps over her entire body. y/n turned her head to face him, their lips inches away from each other. If they didn’t have Harry watching them like a hawk, they probably would be out of breath from lip-locking. Instead, y/n nodded and got up out of her seat, making sure to give him a stunning view of her tits through her tank top. He wanted to audibly gasp but kept in inside. It didn’t help with his situation downstairs any more than the last few minutes have.

Slowly, she walked over to the bookcase. Her eyes scanning the endless rows and she made sure Tom had enough time to enjoy the deep red thong underneath her skirt. Finally, her fingers coiled around the book and brought it down to her. Tom couldn’t believe his own eyes. He was so under her spell. The way her top hugged her curved and let his eyes completely drink in her breasts. How her skirt was pulled up to her waist, allowing the flushed skin of her ass to be visible to him. He wonders how a woman like her even exists and yet she takes a seat next to him, absolutely unaware of his throbbing manhood. Begging to be touched by her, to be taken by her, by anything to do with her.

“Thank you, sir,” she almost purrs to him, Tom’s struggling to keep it together. He afraid the next thing to slip out of her flawless mouth, he’ll cum straight into his pants when he would rather cum into her.

“Anytime,” he responds just a dark before getting up. Hiding his clearly hard cock behind his briefcase. “I’ll see you in class?” He already knows the answer, but he just wants the last bit of assurance from her.

“Of course,” she smiled warmly. With that Tom basically books it, he’s frantically making sure he’s well-hidden as he quickly bends over the counter.

“I’ll come back to pick you up in 30, I forgot some paper work back in my office,” it’s so fast, Harry almost doesn’t have time to translate it before Tom’s out the door and rushing down the hall.

At one point, he basically running to get to his office. Feet tapping against the concrete as he continues to see nothing but flashing images of y/n. It blurs his vision and he’s so desperate. He considers using a spare supply closet but know he will only get complete privacy in his own office.

He finally gets there, after what seems like an eternity of running. He checks the hallways before entering. He drops all of his things at the foot of the door. He even has the decency to hang his coat upon the rack. Tom slowly walks over to his chair. It’s a rough leather material and usually he would refuse to do what he’s about to do in here, it will be stained with the memory but at this point. He got no fucks left to give.

He crashes down. His back hitting the material he hates so much. He doesn’t think he’s got time, but he still does it slowly. His belt drops next to his and he undoes the zip slowly and the cold air hits his dick. He hisses at the feeling but proceeds anyways. Tom pulls the rest of his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicks them across the room. His hand takes his dick, slowly rubbing the head. Imaging y/n’s fingers dancing over it, spreading the precum over. He uses his palm to envision her own stroking up and down in an even motion. He can’t help but moan. He can’t help but softly call out her name.

He so entranced that he doesn’t recognize the following light footsteps approaching. He’s so into her non-existent touch that he doesn’t hear the door peacefully squeak open. He’s so in love with the feeling he doesn’t feel y/n walk around the room to get on her knees in front of him.

She’s in glory of his movements. Watching him stroke his much bigger cock than her masturbation version has her in a hurry to get her own panties off her body and across the floor. She’s sure she’s dripping onto the wood below but she does have single care in the world. Tom has his head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand starts to speed up, that’s when y/n decides to go for the kill. She licks a long strip up his shaft. Her hands stabilizing him by placing them atop his bare thighs.

Tom almost jumps out of his chair. He had no idea she caught him in the middle of something so vile and wrong. Better yet, she had caught him with the tip of his dick around her perfectly glossed lips. He doesn’t get to say another word before y/n’s hands begin massaging the bottom of his manhood. It’s slow to begin with, it’s almost if she’s easing him into it. Her cheeks hollow out to allow his length into her warm mouth. It’s incredible. Tom can’t help but buck his hips up into her throat causing her to gag slightly. It’s a sound he wants more of.

His hands ball her hair into his fist. With the faster her movements become, the harder he fucks into her mouth. They sync up almost instantly. One of y/n’s hands leave his cock to fuck herself. Tom’s mesmerised by the way her fingers act as a replacement for his dick. He’s certain he’s not going to last much longer.

“I should be d-doing that,” he whispers through grunts. y/n lifts her head to smile at him, still letting her free hand jerk and pull bringing him closer the edge.

“I know,” she responds, just as quiet. Her mouth reconnects but Tom quickly snaps his hips up into her. Her muffled moaning vibrated against his cock as he fucks her mouth. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever done. He tugs and pulls at her hair, y/n’s edging him on. She’s exquisite, it’s like she’s mastered this and has allowed him to chance to feel how fucking beautiful her little mouth can be.

Like it’s effortless, he comes. Without any warning, he is shooting hot stream of cum into her mouth, filling it up. Tom swears he’s seeing stars but can’t bring him to call out her name but instead bites down on his hand so hard he’s afraid he’s drawn blood.

y/n releases him from her mouth and is from an actual porn Tom spent his teenage years watching, his cum leaks from her lips and falls down on the curves of her tits. It’s a sight he was to remember forever. He wants to grab his phone and click so he will get to look at her covered in his cum for the rest of his life but alas, he’s still regaining his bearings.

“Tastes better than I would have expected,” y/n giggles as she brings the liquid back up to her lips and swallows. There is no way this woman gets better; he thinks to himself.

“Sweetheart-,” he begins but she beats him to it, her gets back on her feet and plants a sweet kiss upon his lips. He can taste himself on her lips, it’s addictive.

“I wanted this,” it’s almost as if she read his mind. He doesn’t respond but he simply looks at her, his hand coming up to twirl a strand of hair that has fallen in front of her face.

y/n pulls away from him, walking over the pile of discarded clothes and bend to pick up her soaked underwear. She gives Tom a look, he’s so close he can smell her juices from his seat. Her pussy look like a paradise waiting to be exploded by him, but he keeps his hands to himself. y/n paced herself over to the coat hanger, her folded panties in hand. She places them in the left pocket with a devilish smile upon her face. Tom had now place their rest of his clothes back on and had joined her.

“I’ll get them back next lesson,” y/n grins. Tom nods quickly, their feet fumbling under her back hits his office door. She’s trapped in between him, he smells of pure sex but she’s committed to her idea. He bends down to capture her lips in his with a forceful kiss. It’s hungry and needy. She wants it so badly to give but she pulls away. “My roommate is waiting for me outside.”

“We’ll finish this,” Tom whispers as he opens the door for her. It sends shivers down y/n’s spine. It’s not a promise, it’s an order.

She grabs the rest of her things and heads off. Almost in a sick turn of events, Tom watches her bare ass strut away from him. Just like the last lesson, except this time all he can do is imagine him face fucking her. It’s a beautiful sight.

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The three days leading up to class where probably the slowest 72 hours both of them had ever experienced. A constant detail of pleasure from the night before. So when the fated day arrived, both parties didn’t know what to do. Tom debated just staying home, though he couldn’t deny he so desperately want just another taste. He thought, if he didn’t show up, all his guilty conscience of a student giving him the best head he’s ever had in his life would simply disappear and he would go back to being a normal teacher. y/n, too, thought of skipping this class for a completely different reason. Perhaps she had got a surge of confidence after hearing her professor call out her name while he touched himself or it could just be the pure scandalous nature of it all. Either way, she wanted to stay cooped up with a blanket while she watched him unravelled. No matter the psyche from the both of them, they went.

y/n stood outside the classroom for a good 20 minutes, unsure of what she should do. Should she go in now and fuck him in the small window or wait and play with his emotions? She hadn’t realised how fast the time had went until she saw other student’s start entering. It was now or never and unfortunately it was going to be now.

The room was smaller than y/n remember when she stepped in. It seemed more wide the last time she came in here. Of course, the last time she came in her, she hadn’t sucked Mr. Holland’s cock.

Her eyes landed on him in a matter of seconds. His back was turned to her as he wrote on the massive blackboard in front of him. y/n could see his muscles flex as he tried to reach for the duster above the board. She bit her lip as she thought of her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. It was a fantasy she had to push to the side.

Tom could practically smell her once she walked in. It was her normal perfume that had been intensified 10 fold. He refuses to turn around, afraid that if he did all his good heart nature would go out the window. Tom could hear the faint clinking of the heels of her shoes walk up the stairs. He so desperately wanted them to come right back down.

“Okay, as you know, you’re assignment is due in 2 weeks and this is going to be the only time I will answer your questions,” Tom’s voice boomed. He hadn’t got a lot of sleep since that night and he didn’t particularly want to do this but he considered himself a kind professor, so he had too.

He turned around and saw the entire class’ hands go straight up in the air. Including y/n, though hers was a little lower. Her eyebrow raised and a small smirk painted on her lips. There was no way in hell he was answer whatever question came out of those pretty lips. She looked even more exquisite than when he last saw her. A tight t-shit that had a stained 50’s logo on it and a pair of tight black jeans, he knew as soon as he spoke to her, he would loose all control on himself.

So he never did, constantly dodging her. Answering every single question, even if half of them were if he was married or worse if he was free Friday night. He will admit, seeing y/n get frustrated every time he passed her to talk to another young female student made him just that tad bit excited.

It was an hour and a half of pure tension. Sure, no one else in the class could feel it but they 100% could. She never felt more out of control and for some reason, she despised it. He kept ignoring her, kept refusing her, kept defying her. It was infuriating, that she wanted to take fate by the hair.

She waited, until every single soul had walked out of the door. She waited until the last gaggle of girls had finished their blabbering to Tom before she starting to strut down the stairs. Tom refused to meet her eyes even when he knew that’s all she did. Glare at him as she stomped past him desk to the classroom door. He heard it lock.

“I wanted to ask you a question,” she almost spat, “sir.”

Tom straightened himself before swivelled around to meet her. She was so livid with him but he knew deep down that all she wanted from him was to have the white chalk from the board rubbed up her back from him pinning her down.

“Fire away,” he responded exactly the same. She stared at him for a moment before strolling towards him. She made sure to swing her hips every other time. She noticed his eyes on her, finally she was getting somewhere.

y/n pressed her chest upon his heaving one. Her face lifting to meet his. They stayed like that for a good minute, just pondering. They listened to each other’s heats thumping against their rib cages. They both desperately needed this.

Never taking her eyes off him, y/n snaked her hand around the side of pocket of her coat, smiling once she found what she left. Her soaked red thong, it was a sight for sore eyes.

“I wanted to ask if I was every going to get payback?” she giggled softly. Tom knew she was playing a game but he had no idea which one it was.

“I don’t think I understand,” he stammered, she strutted away from him until she met the edge of his stainless desk. Her fingers gliding over the wood ever so slightly. She turned her head to look at him. She had a rawness in her eyes; lustful, a sinner’s stare. It would be a look Tom was never forget for the rest of his life.

y/n suddenly jumped on the desk. Her ass moving the papers to the side as she slowly started to unbutton her tight jeans. “I think you do,” it was almost a hiss but he only heard the desperation in her voice. “I want you to make me feel all the things you did that night.”

Tom almost fainted just with that until she dropped her jeans the floor. She had come to class without any underwear on and her wetness was dripping onto the desk. Tom was sure was in heaven but he didn’t want to believe it.

He got on his knees. His hands palming at her soft thighs. Tom didn’t need another incentive, he didn’t need another spur-on. Tom licked a single strip up her folds, y/n bit a moan back. It was like tasting ambrosia or doing cocaine for the first time. He needed more, so he went back in again, this time it was rougher. His fingers gripping at her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth as he devoured as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her hands tangle themselves in his floppy curls, she tugs harshly on his scalp as he adds a finger into her warm entrance.

Tom’s never felt like this before but he doesn’t care. He’s sure people can hear her soft but frantic moaning from outside, but he doesn’t care. He’ll never look at his desk the same way but like everything else, he doesn’t fucking care. Tom curls his fingers in the perfect spot inside of her.

“Just like that,” y/n calls out, her hair now sprawled out on the desk. “I’m going to cum sir.”

Tom feels her walls contract around his fingers as he pulsing faster, her back arches and she trying so hard to force her cries back into her throat. It’s a sight he wants to from above, it’s a feeling he wants to feel inside of her. So, at the last minute, he retracts everything. His tongue leaves her throbbing clit and his finger, which are glistening with her slick, slid out of her.

y/n can’t hold back to whine that leaves her left from the loss of his god-like tongue and fingers. “What the fuck Tom?!” she’s angry with him, she wants to tell him off but before she can do it. One of his hands captures her wrist and slams them against the desk below her, pinning her to it. She whimpers at the sting of pain.

He’s right above her but she can’t see a single thing below her. “Look at me,” he tells her sternly, she does what’s she is told instantly. “You can’t talk to me like that sweetness,” y/n knows there is a venom behind his words even if she speaks in a melody. “I’m not your fucking boyfriend, you don’t call me that.”

Without any warning at all, he pounds right up into her. y/n almost spasms out of Tom’s grip from the wave of pleasure. Tom doesn’t move at all, he stays nuzzled inside her. It’s agonising, almost painful for y/n. Having his perfect cock not jamming into her tight cunt. It’s torture.

“You understand that?” he peppers kissed against the nape of her neck, she’s about to cry out, she’ll do anything. She nods her head frantically, hoping it’s enough. It isn’t. He keeps his hips locked tightly against hers. “Words, sweetness.”

“Yes,” she responds. She can feel him frown against her skin. He pulls right out of her and rams right back in, causing y/n to scream out in pleasure. “Y-yes sir,” she corrects herself and with that, Tom starts a pace. It’s slow and tantalising, he watches amazed at how her pretty folds swallow him up with every thrust. It’s magnificent.

He wants to savour this moment forever. He wants to fuck her brains out for every waking moment of his existence.

“Sir, go harder,” she moans below him. Her wrists bruised from his gripped, but the pain just only contributes in her overwhelming amount of pleasure. His thick cock is so much better than her fingers, no matter how many she adds.

Tom obliges and starts to really pound into her cunt. It’s raw and ruthless, he’s calling out her name now. “Fuck sweetness, you so bloody tight,” he purrs, y/n can’t respond through her chant of curses. “You’re little cunt was made for me, it was made for me to stretch it out.”

The dirty talk elevates her, y/n’s not sure how much longer she’ll last. His filling ever last inch of her. She can feel her tits bounce every time their skin collides. Her wrists are finally let free as he begins to clutch at her naked hips. It’s an experience she’s never felt. The sound of skin slapping and their combined gasping and cursing are the only thing she can perceive to hear. If there was a knock at the door, y/n knows she would have no idea about it.

Perhaps, it’s the pure excitement and morality of this whole situation that makes them both feel like they’re on cloud nine. Her arms snake around his waist, her hands move with every rough thrust into her. She’s gripping onto his back through the material of his tight shirt. Her nails clasping on the contracting muscles. She would have left his back red and sore if he didn’t have the damned t-shirt on to protect him.

“Fuck,” she curses as he started to hit an area inside of her, she never knew existed. “Just like that sir, I am going to cum,” she moans, her forehead against his. They lock eyes again, this time though there is no linger feeling of want or romance. It’s just sex. Dirty, hot, intense fucking.

She’s the first to come undone. The fire now transformed into a raging wildfire spreading across her entire abdomen. y/n throws her head back in ecstasy, her whole vision goes black and she has to bit down against her hand to stop and inevitable pornographic scream to jump out of her mouth. Her other hand clutches his neck, pulling him closer to her.

Tom follows shortly after, his thrusts become sloppy and erratic but never easing up. His cock twitches inside of her before he shots the hot white liquid all inside of her cunt. He pressed his lips against her as his attempt to stop his moan as well but he continues to call out her angelic name against her lips. Once, Tom pulls out of her, he watches in awe. The mixture leaks out of her hole and then pools on his desk. He’s so in love with this woman it hurts.

“I have never cum that hard in my entire fucking life,” she giggles, pulling her top down her flushed tits. As he too, starts to redress himself, he simply stares at her. Watches her retrieve her jeans from the floor and slip them up her bare ass. He spots her shove her panties back into his back pocket, not before she scribbles something down on a torn piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” he asked gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of her.

“I’m giving you a reason to come make me dinner and then fuck me again,” she explains, “I put my address in there, so hopefully you can’t get lost.”

“You sure about this,” Tom asked hesitantly, y/n now swivelled around to face him. Her warm palm caressed his face.

“I wouldn’t have just done that if I wasn’t,” she places a soft, tender kiss to his cheek. “Make it a Thursday though, my roommate will be out on those nights,” she told him as he grabbed the last of her things and unlocked the door. Tom grins warmly as she makes herself presentable for the last time. “I would clean that up if I were you,” y/n laughed, pointing at the obvious mess all over his desk before quickly exiting.

As she wobbled back to her dorm, she wondered what article of clothing she should leave out on their next escapade.

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a/n: this is gonna flop, i just fuckin know it anways i hope you enjoyed my fic that has ended my hiatus. see you (hopefully) soon

pairing:ceo!tom holland x PA!reader

words:5.3k (lol i need to be stopped)

warnings:SMUT, swearing, sir kink, rough sex, slight degradation kink, oral sex (female receiving) & slight choking

summary: y/n really does love Tom, and he really does love her but y/n refuses to make their relationship official. This is a good plan for y/n’s somehow flawless reputation and for better secrecy for the both of them, though this does mean the boundaries for the other female coworkers are long gone. So y/n has to show them better yet scream it for them.

a/n: the odd thing is, with all these kink warnings i’ve written a lot dirtier

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y/n sat at her neatly organized desk. The cold metal flushed up against her warm skin as she typed away at her computer. She looked over to across from her, imagining Tom sitting there doing absolutely nothing but still managing to look like a god. At times she wants to kick herself for falling for him. In all truth, she wanted to stay completely professional and more importantly so wanted to steer clear of the cliche. Unfortunately, she had slipped into the status quo of the personal assistant falling head over heels for her boss.

It was so childish when she realized it, like something out of a romance novel. When she caught wind of her feelings y/n prayed that Tom feels the exact same painful way that she did. If he didn’t want a relationship with her, then she would have to get over her stupid emotions and move on with her life. But of course, Tom had fallen almost identically.

He also didn’t want to express how he felt because it felt widely inappropriate for him to be seeing an employee, let alone his own personal assistant. Those few short months were agony for the both of them, wondering if the other wanted them or not. Passing each other in the hallways with just the feeling of each other next to their bodies, the lingering lustful looks that would never seem to end and the obvious but mindless flirting that would get on everyone’s nerves. At that point, they were desperate for an answer or anything for that matter. Luckily it didn’t take long for them to strip each other and use the late night as a secret rendezvous to enjoy the others’ bodies.

From that moment onwards, They decided to see where a romance could go with them. So now, three years along and an engagement, they were still going strong and she still feels the exact same way she did when she first met him.

“Hey, do you know if Mr Holland is in,” a high pitched female voice caught y/n in her daydreaming. y/n peered up at her, she was the last person she wanted to see. Cheryl stood in front of y/n’s desk, her red claw-like nails tapping away at the shining wood causing y/n to feel the incoming headache she always gets whenever Cheryl is around.

“Yeah, he’s just on a call but I can take a message,” y/n almost spat, Tom wasn’t on a call but there was no way in hell y/n was going to leave Tom alone with her. Cheryl’s face turned into a hard scowl once y/n refused to let her in. Her arms folded underneath her obviously enlarged breasts causing y/n to get worried that they would burst.

“I actually have the weekly reports from the L.A branch, I’m sure Mr Holland can see me,” Cheryl let her frown turn into a smirk as she held up the portfolio filled with neatly stacked papers. y/n knew the right thing to do was to allow the she-devil to see her secret fiancee but her emotions had another plan.

“It’s actually quite important, he’s making sure the investors from Dubai close in on their deal,” y/n lied through her teeth. Of course, they closed off the deal but Tom hadn’t discussed it with anyone other than herself and his family. “If you leave it here, I can give it to him when he gets off, courtesy of you of course.”

Cheryl’s deep green eyes shot daggers at y/n as she slammed the folder on y/n’s desk and stomped off. y/n gave herself a silent pat on the back. Thank god she dodged that temptress of a bullet and better yet she had a reason to go see him.

Though she knew Tom would never cheat on her, they did have a deal. Both of them knew if they announced their relationship to the company then y/n would take major heat for it, people would talk about y/n behind her back saying that she got to where she is because she’s sleeping with Tom. Though she was seeing him, y/n made it clear that she would stay independent and not have to rely on him and his money. So they both decided that they would continue acting as they did before they got together, which means Tom has to act as if he is single.

y/n got up from her large desk and walked over to his office, her plum heels clicking against the marble tiles. Before she knocked, y/n made sure she had herself under control and waltz in. Tom’s face lit up when he saw her approach him.

“What can I do for you angel face?” Tom asked sweetly as he sat up straight in his faux leather armchair.

“Cheryl wanted me to give the L.A reports to you,” y/n kept to her words as she slid the papers across to him, Tom caught it and started to flick trough.

“Weird, Cheryl would usually give these to me herself,” Tom sighed, he knew exactly why Cheryl wasn’t standing in his office trying to seduce him like she always is but he found it quite amusing to see y/n let out the green-eyed monster and he wanted to toy with it and see what it would get him.

“Well, she left them with me,” was all y/n could get out, she knew she shouldn’t be mad at Tom but she couldn’t help it. y/n felt like she was sharing him with a woman who doesn’t want him for anything except his money and impressively large dick.

“Sweetness, did you tell her or did she leave them?” he pondered, Tom knew the answer but he wanted to see if he could get her to crack.

“She left them,” y/n responded curtly never breaking eye contact with him. y/n knew what he was doing and she wasn’t going to let him play with her. y/n watched Tom slowly get up from his seat and stride over, y/n felt her face heat up too quickly for her liking as he got closer. She didn’t falter though, making sure to keep her head high.

Tom’s hand snaked itself around her almost cinched the waist, while the other went from the engagement ring that was hidden between the curves of her breast. He sighed softly when his digits played with the warm diamond-encrusted ring, he really did love her and Tom wanted to tell everyone about it, but he respected her wishes to keep it a secret until after the wedding.

Still, though, he couldn’t help but tease her. Tom obviously knew y/n was jealous, she had been for weeks but Tom hadn’t picked up on it since a few weeks ago when y/n nearly blew his head up with her death glares as he innocently chatted away with ever-present Cheryl. Tom looked up at her, making sure not to lose himself in those eyes.

“Are you jealous darling?” Tom asked huskily, y/n felt almost offended by how he spoke. How dare he speak that sexy to her, it felt like she had to cave in but y/n’s pride was a bit bigger than her lust at this moment. y/n’s own hands cupped his cheeks and brought him closer to her.

“No,” she replied. Tom didn’t respond but instead, he let one eyebrow lift up and allow a sly smirk to fill his lips. y/n stared up at Tom before she placed a soft chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you at home.” y/n told him sweetly as she pulled away from Tom and walked out.

Tom wondered how long and how drastic his game could go before she caved. He felt sort of guilty for toying with her but Tom couldn’t deny that seeing her jealous and in a way territorial was so fucking hot, he needed an excuse to bend her over his marble desk and pound her into next week and just the thought of y/n being envious was enough for him to feel a stirring within himself.

Tom knew exactly how to push her buttons. He knew exactly how to get her in the palm of his hand in a matter of moments. Before Tom met y/n, he definitely would consider himself a playboy or for a better term; a fuckboy. Though he hated talking about it now and he has changed, Tom still knew how to work with a woman especially with her yearning.

Tom couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Tom stood in the elevator with y/n standing idly beside him, their normal morning routine felt off as the tension from yesterday had carried over to today. Tom let the smirk he had been hiding all night slip onto his face, y/n took notice and slight offence.

“What are you smirking at mister?” y/n asked playfully as he attention was stuck on the clear metal of the elevator doors.

“That you are jealous,” Tom replied, he didn’t need to look at her to know the face she was giving him currently. y/n had her arms crossed under her bust and her slightly plucked eyebrows were furrowed in a mixture of annoyance and anger. It’s the look she gives him when she hears that he’s done something stupid and Tom really is.

“For the last time Tom, jealousy is an ugly emotion and I don’t feel it,” y/n told him sternly. y/n was determined to get this into him, even if it was total bullshit.

Tom felt a wave of playful hurt wash over him so he retorted with, “you’ll have no problem with me possibly flirting back with Cheryl.” Tom knows he shouldn’t do this but his curiosity is off the rails now.

y/n stared up at him trying to keep her face expressionless with his mind screaming at him to not even look at that red-headed witch. “No problem at all Tommy, just make sure your eyes come back to me.”

The tension was sliced by the doors swinging open and both of them walked out, making sure to keep their heads held high. y/n watched as Tom walked into his office and quickly made work on mentally scolding herself. How could she be so stupid? She obviously let her stupid ego shut off the part of her brain that makes all the rational and adult decisions. It was too late now to tell him the truth, it would end up sour and that is the last thing y/n wants. Or maybe coming in a close second to the sight of Cheryl with a cheeky smile and her blouse unbuttoned so low that y/n could basically see her nude bra.

It was routine for her at that point. Have a snarky but pointless snap at Cheryl before allowing her to see Tom for 5 minutes before interrupting to make sure her hands stayed where y/n could see them. But now that she had basically given the all clear for Tom to reciprocate the banter with Cheryl, it was her worst nightmare.

“Looking tired today y/n,” Cheryl told her somewhat sweetly as she taped her heel infront of the sleek wooden desk. y/n stared up at Cheryl, her face completely blank with her brain screamed with a mixture of anger and panic.

“Yes, quite tired of your pointless bullshit Cheryl,” y/n retorted curtly, not in the mood for their game of verbal ping pong but instead just want to skip to the part where y/n confidently dismisses her.

“I need to speak with Mr Holland,” Cheryl told her bluntly. y/n thinks that by now, Cheryl should have a new way of manipulating y/n into letting her secretly flirt with her fiancee but no, same old trick.

“I give you this answer every morning Cheryl, he’s not ready to start meet-”

“Ah, Cheryl,” Tom’s smooth voice made y/n grip at the corner of her desk, “we need to discuss the L.A branch’s numbers, why didn’t you get in here sooner, pet?” The name rolled off his tongue, y/n now loathed that word.

y/n eyes frantically went from Tom who was cockily leaning against the pure wood of his office to Cheryl, who was basically undressing him with her needy gaze. y/n wanted to protest but her voice was caught in her throat. So, with wide eyes, she watched as Cheryl gave her a wicked smirk before she skipped off down the hall to meet Tom. He gave y/n a dark smile before allowing Cheryl to walk in.

y/n sat dumbfounded and furious. She was now only realising how painful this day was really going to be. How could she be so stupid as to let her pride allow Cheryl to continuously flirt with her fiancée and allow Tom to do it right back? She wasn’t going to break through, there was no way in hell she was going to admit that she was jealous. Little did she know; this was only the beginning of Tom’s dirty game.

She was so in her feelings and mindless thoughts that y/n didn’t even realise that it had been 15 minutes since Tom and Cheryl started ‘talking’ shall she put it. The only she was pulled out of her angry daydream by the soft chime of a text message. Quickly she fished it out her bag and stared down at the bright screen.

I never really noticed how aggressive her flirting can be. The text taunted her in a way like Tom was dangling it in front of her face. Of course, he was going to start texting her in the middle of his so-called meeting, he wanted her to know that he was in that room with Cheryl all by themselves.

I notice it every fucking day. She responded quickly, desperately want Tom’s attention to stay away from Cheryl. Meanwhile, Tom sat in his massive chair as he droned out from Cheryl’s rambling. He immediately regretted letting Cheryl get him alone, but he was determined to follow through with his plan.

Really, I must be blind. He typed away remembering to peer up at Cheryl to make sure it looked like he was listening to her.

Well, it sounds like your little meeting is boring you, Tommy. y/n sent the text with the intent to draw him away from her, and by that, she means to get him so worked up all he’ll be able to think about it here. Tom knew what she was trying to do, he wasn’t a complete fool, but he wasn’t opposed to saying no especially when he knew the outcome.

You have no idea princess. y/n got a rush from all of this, she felt good about stealing Tom away from Cheryl. Tom didn’t need to guess what he needed to say and it seemed like she didn’t either because Tom could somehow already feel himself stiffen slightly.

Maybe I could give you some excitement? If y/n was in the room with him right now, Tom knew exactly how she would have said that, her lust blown pupils would stare up at him through those impressively long lashes of hers and she would let her nails rack ever so slightly over the curve of his enclosed dick. Tom let the vision wash over him with pure bliss.

I wouldn’t be opposed. Tom sent back, y/n stared down at her phone with a wide gleam. y/n quickly looked around the massive waiting room and snapped the picture. Tom didn’t expect to get that kind of response from her so fast, either way, Tom choked on the very air he was breathing when he opened a picture of y/n with her already tight nave blouse undone past her lacy bra and her fingers dancing on the skin right above her nipple, simple yet so explicit. Excited yet?

Extremely but I’m not done yet. It took a while for Tom regain his composure and he wanted to test her emotions to the very edge, so sadly he had to decline the wonderful offer. y/n read the text and slammed her hands down in frustration. She doesn’t know how much longer she going to last.

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y/n had been standing at the coffee machine for 10 minutes now. She doesn’t understand why Tom doesn’t just install another one. Hopefully, he can spare 30 bucks in his endless amount of money. Still, she got her coffee and walked off in a hurry to drink this bad boy.

As she walked down the seemingly never-ending hallway, y/n let her mind wander for a bit. Maybe she should just give in. Sure she didn’t want to give him that gratuitous satisfaction but y/n had no clue to what extent Tom’s plan was going to go for and how extreme it was going to become.

Maybe they should make their relationship public. For god’s sake, the wedding was only a few months away and they were still sneaking around like dumb teenagers. She knew just how badly Tom wanted to announce to basically the whole company that they were getting married but y/n doesn’t feel so comfortable yet. Still, a healthy relationship is founded on trust and compromises, y/n knew that she couldn’t keep denying him that urge. y/n mindlessly giggled at her, of course she would use those word to describe him.

Just upstairs, Tom sat at his computer typing away as he thought of what he should do next. He was having too much fun with this, he was having too much fun making y/n writhe with anger and need. Still, he didn’t take into account that maybe his plan worked in another way or in better words another person.

Tom felt his phone go off, he flipped it over and checked the screen. It was one of the new investors from New York, they weren’t extremely important so he could excuse himself from taking the call but if he did, Tom would have to call them back.

So to create a legitimate excuse, Tom stood and basically rushed out the door and started pacing slightly in the hallway.

“Mr Holland, are you okay?” Cheryl’s voice asked him from afar. Tom swivelled around to meet her eyes. Tom took notice that there were exactly three buttons undone, not too much to look obviously sexy but not too little to not tell him anything.

“Yes I’m fine Cheryl,” Was as far Tom wanted the conversation to go, but of course Cheryl didn’t notice and crept forward.

“Are you sure? You looked a bit frazzled,” Cheryl asked again, this time with a sultry tone in her voice. Tom didn’t like where this going, sure he could play it off as just part of the game but he wasn’t really in quite the mood to fake flirt with her and y/n was nowhere to be to seen.

“Really, well I must go fix myself up then,” Tom laughed awkwardly as he attempted to flee but Cheryl’s cold hand clamped around his wrist, thank god he was wearing some sort of protection for those icy fingers.

“I could help you fix up if you don’t mind,” Cheryl winked subtlely, Tom froze for a second before he quickly undid the tight grip.

“Cheryl what you’re insinuating is extremely inappropriate,” for a moment, Cheryl looked like she was not only taken aback but also slightly embarrassed by Tom’s rejection. But of course dove right in again.

“Mr Holland, don’t be shy you can touch them if you like,” Tom was confused for a moment before he stared down at her not blatantly on display breast. He was going to retort when both Tom and Cheryl heard a soft cough just close by. Turning around to see y/n was like a miracle for Tom, he let a little smile appear while Cheryl wasn’t looking.

“Cheryl, I’m sure no one wants to touch those balloons,” y/n retorted, her face contorted with only annoyance. Tom wondered why she was red with fury yet.

“Get lost, y/n,” Cheryl seethed, “this is none of your business.”

“It may not be, but I do need to speak with Mr Holland about our most current investor,” she looked at Tom with wide eyes and he immediately pulled away from Cheryl. y/n’s coffee was long gone by now, she fought the urge to almost pull him inside his office. But she waited patiently and watched Tom duck around her and y/n happily followed him. She gave Cheryl one last look before she closed the doors behind her and locked it.

“Well did you enjoy yourself?” y/n suddenly darkened. Her heels harshly meeting with the tiled floor until she was nose to nose with Tom. He only stared down at her in glee, he had her right where he wanted her.

Tom simply walked away, his expression completely unfazed. “Possibly.”

y/n stared at him in disbelief, he was really taking it this far! “Well, you’re going to enjoy making me scream a whole lot more.”

Tom was taken aback by her sudden outburst, Tom could feel his arousal heating up with every second she was near him. “Oh I’m sure I’ll love to hear your pretty little moans and you’ll adore getting pounded into next Friday,” with every word that escaped from his lips, Tom moved closer until he was face to face with her again. “But you just have to admit it doll.”

y/n coward beneath him, the mere thoughts alone were almost blinding her with lust. One of Tom’s hand pressed gently on her warm cheek while the other slowly traced the skin around her panties. His long fingers dipping in every so often making y/n’s legs almost buckle at the long-awaited sensation, “you are so wet for me, you really want this,” Tom chuckled darkly, peppering soft kisses at the nape of y/n neck. She couldn’t respond, her voice caught in her throat and her lips only releasing short and simple whimpers. “Use your big girl voice,” he told her softly. His touch was starting physically weaken her so she gave in.

“I’m jealous,” she admitted quietly, Tom could just hear it but he wasn’t totally satisfied with her answer.

Tom let his hand drift slightly down to her lips where he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb and his own lips hover so close to hers that she felt static, “of what?” he demanded. y/n looked up at him with desperation in her eyes, Tom wasn’t backing down.

“I’m jealous that other women look at you like they need you,” y/n told him again, this time louder and more firm. Tom stared down at her with a wide smirk on his face. Without a word of warning, Tom picked y/n up and rushed to harshly slam her against the wooden wall. y/n hissed at the rush of pain that shot through her back but she was immediately distracted by Tom’s hot and soft lips upon her giving y/n quick and heated kisses.

“That’s all you had to say baby girl,” Tom spoke happily as he stabilized y/n against the wall and physically tore her blouse right down the middle causing y/n to squeal loudly.  "How about I take you up on the offer to make you scream,“ he told her slowly as his hands fondled at her enclosed breasts. y/n didn’t respond verbally but she did nod her head so fast she thought it was going to fall off.

Tom mouth started littering her decolletage with small bruises and marks, slowly getting closer to the valley of her breasts. Finally, his nose was deep in her cleavage and his fingers were flicking and pinching at her clothed hard nipples while her’s were tugging softly at the tuffs of brown locks. "Oh god, yes sir,” y/n slipped out in a moment of blinded passion. Tom stopped all of his movements and got face level with her once more.

“You want to play that game,” Tom spoke darkly as his easily made work of her lace bra, y/n gave him a wide smile, “you’re not going to say anything unless it’s that name coming out of the pink lips,” Tom ordered as he started to get on his knees still keeping y/n in place against the wall.

Her legs were draped over his shoulders and Tom’s hands stabilized her by her ass. Tom’s face was now inches away from that delicious cunt he calls paradise, hell he could even smell the divine nectar. He quickly tore her matching pantie down her legs and threw them across the room. “Use that dirty mouth to let everyone know,” With that, he dove in.

Tom’s tongue latched itself on her already throbbing clit, sucking every so often. His fingers would spread her wet lips before diving into her at a slow and gradual pace curling once he found the right spot inside her. y/n above was barely able to keep her eyes open, every little thing he did to her made y/n squirm and moan more and more. Tom decided to remove his tongue from her sensitive nub and start tongue fucking her fast and his fingers now took over by circling figure eight above.

“H-Holy shit,” y/n moaned atop him, she felt her orgasm approaching. She had never cum this fast, she was slightly embarrassed. So she tried to keep it a bay for a long as she could but unfortunately for her, Tom knew when she was holding back from him. Tom released himself from her little haven to stare up at her with dark eyes. y/n saw the shining juices dripping from his nose down to the small stubble on his chin. “How dare you hold back for me,” y/n had never heard him so work up, it was getting even harder to hold herself back. “You’re a jealous slut and you’re not coming, you’re a pain in the ass,” he growled lowly as he gave her bare ass cheek a hard slap, his fingers never stopping the relentless assault on her pussy.  

Tom stood up slightly causing his fingers to slid into a deeper part of her that even y/n didn’t even know existed and started to dig themselves harder into her. Within almost a second y/n’s orgasm was ramming into her, she swears she saw only black as she came around Tom’s fingers, a string of praises and screams tumbled out of her mouth.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Tom almost tearing his clothes off him. His suit came off first then his show and finally his boxers slid down to reveal his painful erection that had been stirring since this morning when she sent that photo. y/n leaned forward to stroke it but Tom’s hands clamped down on her wrist. “Get on my desk with your legs open,” Tom snapped at her, his expression completely blank. y/n doesn’t know if she’s afraid of excited about what’s to come.

y/n paced over, the desk was a little taller than she would have liked so she had to jump up giving Tom a gorgeous view of her bare ass. She sat down, the cool metal piercing her flushed skin. Tom let out a slight giggle before he waltzed over and basically swiped half of the utensils on his desk to crash on the floor. y/n stared up at Tom in disbelief, she was about to give him a scolding but was cut off by a hard push from Tom to have her back flat against the surface.

“Be a good little slut for sir and keep your arms above your fucking head,” Tom whispered before he stood straight. For a moment, Tom stared down at her in awe. He was about to fuck the life out of a girl most guys would die for, his eyes caught her engagement ring in the light. He paid 40 grand for that thing.

Without warning, Tom slammed into y/n. Her back arched and a loud almost pornographic moan tumbled from her mouth. Tom gripped tightly at her hips, suppressing the instinctual groan that came with feeling y/n clenched around him. Tom didn’t hesitate to start slow instead, he immediately began to pound himself into her. The only sound was the hard slapping a raw sweating skin, their combined moans and of course the constant noise of the office just outside.

Sure they had fucked in the office before but never when there was a whole fleet of people just outside, It aroused both of them. Tom brought y/n down ever so slightly to meet his slams, making y/n writhe and squirm as she tried to keep her arms above her head.

“C-can I plea-fuck, please touch you s-sir,” y/n just barely managed to get out through estranged moans and hard slamming. Tom smiled down at her, for a second y/n thought he would give in to her request.

“No, but I can touch you all I like,” he laughed menacingly. As he continued to pound y/n into oblivion, he leaned forward and stared litter bruised across her hot flesh before his finger danced up to her neck. He had always thought about it and now was the time to test it. “If I squeeze to hard tell me straight away.”

“O-okay,” y/n replied shakily. She felt one of Tom’s hands grip softly around her neck. He was fucking choking her. God this is the hottest thing he’s done. Tom lent forward to have his toned body now heave on top of hers as he felt their combined orgasms approaching. y/n was in utter heaven, the feeling of Tom’s massive dick filling every inch of her up, his muscular body squished up against hers and his long finger daintily wrapped around her neck.

“Sir, I-i’m going to cum,” y/n warned him, she was now rolled her hips onto him. Tom let his other hand start tracing soft circles on her clit.

“I know, so am I,” Tom replied as he picked up the pace, y/n didn’t even believe that was humanly possible.

Together they reached climax, y/n felt her second orgasm way more intensely than her first. She trembled and screamed underneath him, breaking his rule by clutching onto his broad should for support. Tom couldn’t care that she disobeyed him, because he was too busy seeing stars as he let his hot seed fill her up.  

Tom pulled out and witness their combined liquids trickle out of her. He scooped some up with his finger and brought it to her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. He was the luckiest guy on earth.

Slowly they started to get redressed. y/n picked the spare clothes she always leaves his in his office and Tom just decided to wear his half-tattered in honour of his accomplishment. Tom went to stare over at her when he saw y/n slip the ring off her secret necklace and onto her finger.

Tom rushed over and looked at her with wide eyes, “are you sure, you want to go public?” he asked softly.

“Babe, you just fucked me senseless while the entire office is still working right outside,” she giggled sweetly, making Tom’s heart swell. “If I didn’t want to go public, we wouldn’t have just done that.”

Tom pressed a soft chaste kiss to her lips to which she happily responded, “I love you,” was all he said.

“I love you too,” y/n told him. “But now, I want to enjoy my victory,” she fluffed his already sweaty hair and skipped out of his office.

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good stuff : s.g / m.s

It has been a while since you saw Steven and Marc, knowing they had unfinished business with Harrow. But the longer they’ve been gone, the more you worry they won’t return. (1.4k)

some mentions of violence, kinda fluff, kinda angst idk

masterlist//taglist // requests are open :)

Sitting in the flat, your eyes wandered from the pages in front of you to the lonely goldfish swimming around in his tank. “I know, Gus.” You sigh, closing the book and leaving it on the small coffee table, piling it on top of the various books you’ve been reading in a feeble attempt to keep your mind occupied.

It has been a week since you last saw Steven, and well Marc in turn.

Marc barely told you anything, knowing you’d only worry and rightfully so. He kept Steven at bay, despite his protests when wanting to at least say goodbye, knowing more about what this would entail and that they might not return.

“Come on, Marc. Let me say goodbye to her, at least.” Steven pleads, brows deeply furrowed at the sight of your confused expression.

“So you’re going somewhere, and won’t even let me know where or when you’ll be back?” You question, crossing your arms in annoyance and rightfully so.

You’d known about Marc as long as Steven had, and though it hasn’t been an easy transition in your relationship, you were learning to embrace it as Steven was. Yet, despite this, Marc was still secretive about certain aspects, including his missions with Khonshu.

Marc huffs loudly, turning his back on you and facing Steven in his reflection. “It’s for your own good.” He states to both of you. “I’ll be back soon, just keep Gus alive.”

Without another word or chance for you to see Steven, Marc picks up his bags and places the spare key in your palm. He closes your fingers over it and squeezes lightly before walking out, leaving you alone with a whirlwind of thoughts.

Since that day, you stayed at their flat. Initially, you told yourself it was for Gus’ sake, he was always used to the company and didn’t want him to go without. However, as days turned to nights you realised you just wanted to see them come home safe and more importantly, alive.

Flicking through channels on the small TV, you could barely focus as the moonlight blared through the old windows. “Fuck you, Khonshu.” You mutter, curling up into the arm of the sofa, closing your eyes and imagine it was Steven holding you in his warm embrace, or even Marc on a softer occasion.

A loud scream causes you to stir from your attempt at sleep. You reach for the nearest object, which happens to be a hardback book and hold it up to your chest for defence. “Okay,” Muttering to yourself you try to control how fast your heart is beating from the abrupt awakening.

Another noise sounds, yet it isn’t a scream from the streets below. Instead, it is coming from outside of the flat.

“Shit.” Lowering the book momentarily, you scan the sofa for your phone, hoping that Marc and Steven, wherever they are still have their phones at least.

With shaky hands, you try to type out a message, unsure of what good it’ll do. ’someone’s here.’ Is all you manage to type before sending the message when footsteps approach the front door, that awful creaking floorboard that sits outside of the flat causes your ears to perk in fear.

The doorknob continues to rattle, causing your fear to spike as you desperately search for a potential weapon. “Fuck.” You whisper, tears now forming in your eyes whilst you scramble around toward the kitchen for a knife.

Quickly grabbing one, you freeze at the sound of the lock clicking.

A tear falls from one of your eyes as those hinges creak for a second before slamming open against the doorframe. A series of books fall to the ground, muffling your gasp as you cover your mouth, trying to hide in the corner of the kitchen.

Entering the flat, three men with hoods stand in the doorway. Each of them eyeing the contents, you hear them muttering to one another.

“Search everything.” One speaks up, the other two nodding in agreement as they step further into the flat and begin to pull books from the shelves, bedding from the mattress and inching toward your hiding spot.

With your eyes remaining tightly shut, each ruckus causes you to flinch. ‘Please ignore me.’ Mentally you repeat the sentence, hoping you’re the least of their priorities as they ransack the place.

Then it goes quiet.

Too quiet.

“What do we 'ave here?” One of them pipes up, the other two standing beside with sinister smirks as they spot you quivering, eyes still closed, wishing for it to all be a nightmare.

Stepping toward you, the leader of the trio kneels in front of you. His fingers glide across your cheek, hearing you whimper in fear as you apprehensively open your eyes.

“Hi, beautiful.” He chuckles, quickly noticing the knife in your grip, almost useless. “Now, we don’t wanna cause any harm here, do we boys?” Looking over his shoulder, the others shake their heads teasingly. “We are looking for Marc Spector,” The man leans closer, brushing your hair from your ears and whispers. “know where he is, sweetheart?”

You can’t help but shudder as his breath fans your neck, hating how defenceless you feel. “No.” You answer.

The man rises to his feet with a sharp breath. “Sadly sweetheart, that isn’t the correct answer.”

Before you can even glance upwards, a foot plummets into your ribs, causing you to keel over into a fetal position. “You fucker!” You cry out, the knife you once held discarded beside you.

“Now, wanna try that again?” Another steps forward, cracking his fists in eagerness.

“I don’t know where he is.” Again, answering truthfully.

Bringing your knees closer to your chest, you force yourself upright, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. “He wouldn’t tell me shit, so good luck with whatever you’re trying here.” You laugh weakly, the pain from your ribs increasing by the second.

The leader merely hums. “You’re his womanthough.”

“His woman?” You remark, scoffing. “What decade are you in dude?”

That comment lands you a punch in the face, a searing pain you struggle to comprehend. Silence ensues from you whilst they converse, unaware of your eyes drooping or the sound of the floorboards outside creaking.

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“Come on, come on, Y/n.” A hand gentle taps your cheek, a voice you know and seek comfort in. “I know you’re in there, come on, please.” He mutters, bringing you into his lap.

Uneasily, you begin to open your eyes. “Marc?” You mumble, groggy from the dull pain in your face and ribs as you shift, only to be shushed in response.

“I wouldn’t move, love.” Steven comments, his soft smile easing your discomfort. “And I wouldn’t look around either, someone got carried away.”

“I didn’t get carried away.” Marc rolls his eyes. “Someone else did.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, Marc helps bring you closer into his chest, keeping your back turned to the three lifeless bodies strawn the flat. “I’ll explain everything, I promise.” Marc tells you softly, his hand still palmed on your cheek, feeling your tears coated with dried blood.

“We’re really sorry, Y/n.” Steven tells you, tears brimming in his eyes at the sight of you all bloodied up. “Marc knows now, he, he should’ve explained everything.” He stumbles over his words, feeling the lump in his throat rising further up.

Lifting your hand up weakly, you rest it on his cheek with a gentle smile. “I know,” You mutter. “he’s got a lot of explaining to do.” A weak laugh passes through your lips, easing Steven’s pained expression. “Thank you though.”

“You’re our girl, doll.” Marc regards with a light shrug, his hand now resting on your waist lightly, not wanting to risk hurting you. “It’s what we do for the girl we love.” He admits, unable to stop the words from falling.

Feeling Marc tense up, you lean back in his embrace. “You falling for me, Spector?” You tease knowingly, and before he can respond, you lean closer to his lips. “'Cause I might be falling for you too.”

Internally, Steven is clapping his hands in excitement whilst Marc mentally freezes, leaving Jake to front momentarily.

“He’s happy to know, mi amor.” Jake chuckles, watching you tilt back in pure bewilderment. “Allow me to introduce myself, the creator of that mess, Jake Lockley, Princessa.”

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Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back. Peter is college age, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.

Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.

Word Count: 2K

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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”

“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.

“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.

“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.

Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.

“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.

“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.

“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“

“Thanks Ned,  don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.

“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.

“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”

“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.

Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter  to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.

It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.

“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.

“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.

“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.

“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.

“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”

“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”

Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.

Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.

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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could  because you really took a dive just now.  You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.

You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.

“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.

“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.

Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.

“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.

“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.

You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.

“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to  make anything more uncomfortable.

“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”

Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.

You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others.  you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.

You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.

“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You

“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”

You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.

“Peter, you alright buddy?”.

“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.

“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.

“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.

“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,”  the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”

“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.

“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.

Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned’s meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”

“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”

Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.

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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn.

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

Word count: 2,439

Part 1

Peter. The simple two syllable name that belonged to person that made your arm tingle and spark like no other, the name of your soulmate. It felt nice to finally put a name to the person that your tattoo sleeve was based on. But you strongly wised that you could meet the face of your soulmate, but when he was Spiderman you can partly understand why he didn’t want to.  

You still couldn’t believe that you had met Spiderman, and to top it off…he was also your soulmate. The only way you could even believe that last night truly happened, was the small peony and gardenia that showed up on your wrist.

You mindlessly traced over the small tattoo, still remembering the tingles that you felt by just being near Peter. Your soulmate’s interest was inked across your skin, science and Spiderman was his, but now seeing these small flowers made your heart race. You wanted to believe that it meant that Peter had gained an affinity for flowers, like you, but you deep down these small flowers were meant for you.

That thought alone, made your face heat up and heart race like as if you had ran a marathon. All day at school you wanted to find your soulmate, but you needed to respect Peter’s choices, you knew that the reason that he kept himself away was because of his secret identity, but that still didn’t shake your temptation to finally meet your soulmate, not when he was so close to you.

You were lying on your bed still trying to process everything. When you heard a small pat against your window, you thought nothing against it, thinking it was just the typical Queens prank, but when the small sound repeated itself, you finally turned, greeted by a beautiful bouquet that was set in your fire escape.

A bouquet of red and blue peonies, with beautiful gardenias and forget me nots. It was beautiful arrangement. You went to your window, opening it to pull in the bouquet, already getting the scent of freshly picked flowers. A soft expression grew on your face, as you realized who sent these flowers. You let out a small giggle, failing at hiding your smile.

Your arm started to shoot small tingles, feeling the tattoos spark to life, letting you know that Peter was close. You looked up seeing none other than the familiar white visors of Spiderman, startling you taking a step back, causing you to lose your balance in the process.

You were already expecting feeling your bum to hit the floor; however the only thing you felt was a warm hand encase your wrist as he pulled you back, letting you regain your balance. You were face to face, or rather face to chin with Spiderman as he was hanging upside down from the stairs of the fire escape. Spidey let out a soft chuckle.

“glad you found this amusing,” as a small huff left your lips, you tried to look annoyed at him, but you knew that you were failing since it only made him laugh a bit more.

“Hey is that anyway to thank the person that just saved you from your fall?” his face leaning closer to yours, but you weren’t going to back out, not wanting to see how much of an effect he had on you.

“Thanks by the way,” smiling up at Peter, holding the bouquet closer to your chest.

Peter almost promised himself to get you a bouquet daily if it meant that you would look this beautiful and pure every single time. He shook his head trying to remove the thought the head, because right now he was Spiderman not the easily flustered and shy Peter Parker.

“Your welcome, I mean I couldn’t let my soulmate fall,” the term sounding so foreign from his lips, still not believing that he was able to talk to you.

Soulmate. That word made your insides fill with what felt like butterflies, making you further hide into the flowers, wanting to hide how flustered he was making you. You looked at anywhere but him, memorizing the various hues the petals, trying to calm yourself by looking at the thing that never fails to center you, but it wasn’t working when you remembered that it was Peter that gave these flowers to you.

“I meant thank you for the flowers,” you whispered for gaze still on the flowers, because you knew that if you looked up at him, may not have been able to speak without stuttering.

You heard the thud against the stairs, the sparks going crazy on your arm. His gloved hand traced up your tattoos, the skin underneath feeling like fire, but you couldn’t push him away, in fact you craved to feel his bare fingers against your skin. His fingers traced down your arm, landing on the new flower tattoos that appeared, the sparks now running through your whole body.

“This one is new,” bringing your hand up to further inspect it, “I don’t remember seeing this one the other night.” The white eye visors zoning in on the tattoo.

“Because it wasn’t,” you whispered, almost thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard it.

Your breathing became more shallow and quicker, everything about Peter becoming overwhelming. You didn’t think someone that literally came into your life just the other day, could make your heart feel like this. You could honestly admit that there was something that drew you to him, but you weren’t sure if this natural connection you felt with him was because you knew that he was your soulmate or the reason it felt so natural to see yourself with him is what made him your soulmate to begin with.

His gloved hand, lifted your head, letting him fully see the aftermath of his presence, “I woke up with spider webs and a small spider on mine,” he whispered. You touched his arm wondering what his arm looked like; wanting to see the tattoos underneath, but the need to see his face was greater.

“I bet they look beautiful,” you whispered.

“They are, I mean, only makes sense, since they take after you.”

This time it was Peter that looked away, not sure where he got the courage to say that out loud, but he was telling the truth.  He knew that he was taking too long, he only really meant to drop off the flowers and leave, but he couldn’t pull away from you, not when you were as entrancing as hidden forests and meadows that you hear in fairytales. This made sense because he felt that should he ever be with you it would be like a fairytale come true.

He really wanted to meet you as Peter Parker, then he could keep his Spiderman secret from you, but things were not in his favor. when you had met his alter ego first. That would be a regret he would have to carry, because it was his fault for not doing something sooner and purposely avoiding you at school.  

“Do you have time to talk?”

Your face quickly shot up, not expecting him to actually stay longer than just a few moments. You nodded, taking any chance to be with him longer.

“But do you mind if we talk on the roof?” knowing that it was a safer, since you went sure if the walls would be able to hide his voice.

“I’ll meet you up there,” already swinging up to the roof to talk to you.

You quickly changed into something warmer and told your parents that you were going to tend to your garden, knowing you wouldn’t get questioned over it. You ran up the stair and through the door, your lungs and thighs burning, to spot peter sitting against the ledge, much like the previous night.

You slowly approached; wanting to calm down your racing heart, that you knew wasn’t from running up the stairs. Taking a deep breath you sat next to him, not sure what to do next.

“Did you put the flowers in vase?”

“Yea, they are really pretty Peter,” playing with your hands, trying to keep them from touching him again, “but why did you get them?

“I wanted to apologize,” eying that Peter hands were fidgeting with his web shooters.

You turned to look at him, a puzzled look on your face as you tried to think of what he could possibly be apologizing for, “you don’t have to apologize for your small patch up the other night,” it was the only thing came to mind.

“That’s not what I’m apologizing for,” his voice soft, showing how vulnerable he really felt.

“Then what are you apologizing for?” turning your body to face his.

Peter balled his fist, unsure of what do to next. You wanted to ask so much, but right now you needed him to break the silence. You placed your hand on his fist that immediately loosened and relaxed. His hand slowly turned, letting your fingers slip between his, the sparks now lighting up your whole body by just his simple touch. The bustling sound of the lively city muted around you, everything focusing on this moment and him. You intertwined your hands, expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t, instead he gave your hand a light squeeze.  

“I’m apologizing for everything, for never talking to you as Peter, for avoiding you at school, for not being able to give you the relationship you want. I’m apologizing for everything that comes with me being your soulmate,” his hand squeezing yours needing something to anchor himself. He was hurting because he knew that despite wanting to be there for you, this was as close as he could allow himself to be, and he yearned to be closer.

“Peter I told you, you don’t need to apologize,” resting your forehead on his shoulder, instinctively placing a small kiss on his suit.

“No you don’t get it. I had many chances to talk to you, to get to know you as Peter, but I never did. And now…I can’t,” his voice cracking in between words.

Peter’s arms brought you on his lap, pulling you into a hug. Your world becoming scented with shampoo and a hint of sweat, memorizing the scent that belonged to Peter, you just wanted to burn every detail about him into memory. You hugged him back, making him feel even smaller in your arms, and even more vulnerable than ever, hinting you that he was one that rarely showed his true emotions.  One of his hands lifted the bottom portion of his mask, letting him press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m not mad at you Peter, I can’t get mad at you because given your situation right now, I would probably do the same thing,” nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, seeing stands of curly brown hair, that you couldn’t help but toy with. “But can I ask you something Peter?”

He nodded, his hold on you not loosen, wanting to hold you as close as he could, because right now you were what was keeping him from breaking down even more.

“Why did you never approach me at school, especially if you knew I was your soulmate? Did you not want me with you?” your hand clutching his suit, making Peter feel even more because you felt hurt, and he was the reason for it.

“I did, I still do. I wanted to talk to you so many times, but I didn’t think you would’ve liked me?”  He admitted, biting down his lips to keep himself from saying anything else.

It was getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t because of his hold on you, but rather by how overwhelming his raw emotions felt. You could feel how exposed he was, his heart was on his sleeve letting you peak at the person that resided within the suit and you knew there was still so much more he was hiding.

“Peter, why would you think that? We’re soulmates for a reason,” you whispered as your fingertips brushed against his exposed skin of his neck, making Peter’s own heart beat faster.

“Because I’m not cool or important like Spiderman. I’m a nobody; I’m a nerd that gets made fun and bullied constantly, I only have two friends, and constantly outlasted, I’m not like you (Y/N), I’m not popular or well liked, I’m just nothing. I didn’t want you to know that your soulmate was a loser or worse, that you wouldn’t want me because you deserve so much better,” his voice slightly chocking at the last part, and trying so hard to keep his lips from quivering.  

Your heart was breaking, this was too much raw emotion for you to handle. You cupped his face, before leaning to press a kiss against his soft cheek. Your single kiss became kisses, feathering his face with small kisses. You felt the underneath tense up as his jaw tightening, almost to keep himself from tearing up.

“Count your blessings, not your flaws,” each word punctuated with a small chaste kiss before pulling away, “I told you, you are deserving of a soulmate. And no matter what you say, I could never be ashamed of you or anything, even if you weren’t Spiderman,” you forehead pressing against his. “Did you really think I would reject you Peter?”

“No, but I couldn’t help but think about it over and over. You deserve so much more (Y/N),” he whispered, his hands covering yours, pulling down to press a kiss in the center of your palm.

“I wish you could see how wrong you are, because when it comes to the two of us, I think it’s me that got lucky, not you,” your thumbs caressing his face, toying with the edge of his mask.

You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like that, it could have been minutes or hours because time didn’t seem to matter, not when you were in his arms. Being either Peter felt as easy as breathing, it didn’t require any thinking; it didn’t require effort, it just felt natural. You thought it was ridiculous when you heard stories when soulmates meeting and instantly falling in love, but right now, it didn’t seem so ridiculous. Your heart never once slowed down since it was in his presence, the butterflies you felt never stopped, and in fact they felt that they were more alive than ever.

“Peter, can I please know who you are, can I see the person underneath the mask?”

so yea this is part 2, really hope it wasnt that bad. so yea, really know what you all think. i honestly didnt think that people would have liked it as much as they did. i was honestly expecting a few notes but i saw that it finally hit the 1k mark i was like ‘woah’, so thanks it really helped me push through. hope to have part 3 up by the end of the week but not for certain. also sorry for any grammar mistakes

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Pairings: singledad! bucky x singlemom!reader

word count: 1.7+k

tagging list (the person that inspired me to write again): @bovaria

You were rushing as you took your six year old son, Isaac, to school. You and Isaac had woken up a bit late, and were rushing to make sure that he got to school on time since this week you were most likely going to have to walk him to school, since your car was in repair. You quickly fixed him up a breakfast to take with him, just to make sure that he will make it and although the school wasn’t far, you weren’t taking any chances on him being late again. Isaac was your pride and joy, sharing many physical similarities with you, such as your hair color, skin color, and many more, the only thing that he had in common with his biological father was his hazel eye color.

You were fine providing for the two of you, already used to the idea of being a single mother since the moment you told his father that you were pregnant. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that it wasn’t difficult at times, but it was well worth it if Isaac was happy. There wasn’t more that you could ask, since at least his father agreed for child support, but still it wasn’t easy, especially with time. You looked down at your son, seeing him munch on his peanut butter sandwich, as he bounced and kicked every leaf he could, being on the more energetic side of the spectrum. You really did question your parenting skills at times, but maybe you weren’t as bad as you thought. Isaac looked up, his hazel eyes meeting yours, as he smiled at you and offered you a bite of his sandwich, which you laughed and told him that you were fine.

You were holding onto Isaac’s hand, relieved that you weren’t as late as you thought, since parents were still dropping off their kids as you approached the school. For once Isaac was going to make it on time to school to spare. Just as you crossed the street Isaac quickly pulled away from you to run on ahead.

“Isaac, don’t run,” worried that he would end up falling, since although he was very wild he wasn’t the most careful of children.

You hurried your own pace trying to catch up to your six year old son, only to see him quickly embrace (more like tackle) a small brunette girl, almost sending her off balance. Isaac was so outgoing, never shy of doing anything once he sets his mind to it. It honestly makes you wonder where he got it from, because even if you weren’t too shy, you never had the valor to be outgoing like him. The little girl had a startled face as Isaac embraced her, making you worry that her parents were going to scold Isaac for almost tackling their child to the ground. You were opening your mouth to tell him to let go of her, but were interrupted.

“Brooke, you don’t have to be so shy” you heard a male voice say.

You looked up and were met with two beautiful icy blue eyes. You were taken back by the man in front of you; he had a warm smile on his face as he looked down at Isaac and what you guessed was his daughter. Your eyes were immediately drawn his left arm covered with tattoos forming a beautiful sleeve that complimented his strong arms. Dark brown hair that almost reached his shoulders was tucked behind his ears, but you could honestly say that his blue eyes were the most beautiful thing you have seen.

“I’m sorry for my son,” you said apologizing to the father that your little girl was hugging like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s no worries, although it’s a bit sad when Brooklyn more luck with people than her own father…and she’s only five,” he said jokingly, making you smile as well.

“Mommy, this is my best friend Brooke,” Isaac smiled as he let go of brunette who had eyes just as blue as her father.  

Brooke…the name was familiar to you; you smiled knowing that this was the Brooke that your son would talk your ear off when you picked him up from school. His only friend since he started this year and would always mention about inviting her over, but the timing was never right. Isaac had a bright smile as he presented you to her, the same one he had on when he talked to you about her. You looked down, your eyes meeting Brooke’s blue ones, and could already tell that she was beyond shy, complete opposite from Isaac. She was too shy to even return his hug, as her hands tightly held onto the straps of her Spiderman backpack. Brooke slowly looked up to her dad, a small tint of pink tinted on her cheeks.  

“Dad, this is my best friend Isaac,” she introduced her voice coming out so low that you could barely hear it. But her father heard it loud and clear, his smile getting brighter as he realized who your little boy was.

“So you’re the famous Isaac,” he said squatting down to be at eye level with your son. You don’t know why you found it nice that he got down to his height, unable to hide the small smile forming on your lips.  

Isaac nodded, not shying away at all, typical of him.

“well,” he said with a bright smile, “thank you for taking good care of Brooke, I know that she’s really shy and can’t make many friends, so I’m glad she has you by her side,” he said ruffling his hair, “Brooke talks about you all the time, saying that she’s glad you’re her best friend,” he said with a smile, earning him a small playful smack from his daughter, “ok she doesn’t talk about you all the time,” hoping to not embarrass his little girl any more. He brought his hands to his knees to help him stand back up. “Sorry for messing up his hair,” he said as he softly smiled and scratched the back of his neck, making you guess that maybe some of Brooke’s shyness stemmed partially from his father.  

“It’s no problem, by the time I pick him up from school, his hair is a lot messier than this,” you said with a reassuring smile, as you smoothed out his hair.

“Bucky,” he said with a smile.

“Pardon?” you said, wondering if you misheard something.

“Name’s James, but I like Bucky instead,” he said extending his hand to yours, seeing the look of confusion from what he prefers to be called, “James Buchanan Barnes,” he said with a bright smile, “this here’s Brooklyn Sarah Barnes”

“(full name),” you responded as you shook his hand, instantly feeling how warm and calloused it was, “and he’s Isaac Nathaniel (l/n),” Isaac already holding out his hand for Bucky, always the eager one to meet new people, “Buchanan? Don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before”

“I know, not the most common name, reason I go by Bucky instead,” he said with a smile.

“Isaac talks about Brooke all the time, it’s good to know that she has a patient kind friend, since I was told from the teachers that he is a bit too loud and energetic for the other students,” you said.

“Other kindergarteners find him loud?” he said with an uncertain tone, almost not believing it.

“Yeah I know, weird,” you said with an odd look, you looked over to your child seeing how he was talking to Brooke about who knows what, his hands moving everywhere as he told his story to her, and the shy girl keeping up with his fast speech. .

The bell rang, letting you both know that it was time for your children to get to school, you reached for your son, hoisting him up, to give him a kiss and tell him that you will be here to pick him up and told him to wait here for you if you were a bit late. You looked over at Bucky, and noticed that he was at eye level with his girl, bringing her in for a hug as he tickled her, loud giggles filling the air around you both, which made you smile too, as he explained that he’ll be right on time to pick her up.

Both children ran into school, seeing how comfortable they both were around each other, leaving you and Bucky smiling as they walked into class.

“Your son’s is adorable, he’s such a ball of sunshine, dad must be happy to have a son like him,” he said with a smile.

“His father isn’t really in the picture, haven’t seen him, since he found out I was pregnant,” you answered.

“Oh he left…I’m really sorry,” he said hoping that he didn’t offend you.

“Don’t, I spend a long time feeling bad about it, it was a better choice for everyone, he didn’t want kids and why would I make both our lives miserable if I forced him to stay. Besides we are doing fine by ourselves,” you said with a smile, hoping you weren’t coming off as rude “Brooke’s really shy, does she get that from you or her mom,” you asked.

“Most likely from me, since her mother isn’t in the picture either,” he said with a soft smile.

“She left you too,” you said not understanding how anyone could leave him like that.

“Uhh…sort of” he said scratching the back of his head seeing his eyes sadden for a brief second making you wonder if they had recently divorced.

You looked down on you watch seeing that you were going to be late if you didn’t start moving. You much like Isaac couldn’t be late either.

“Are you alright?” Bucky as most likely picking up on your small distress.

“Don’t want to be rude, but really better start walking to work before I’m late,” hoping he didn’t think that you just wanted to stop talking to him.

“Do you need a lift? I’m more than happy to take you there.”

“No I don’t want to be a burden, you most likely have somewhere to go as well,” he really was a kind man.

“Trust me, I don’t mind besides if Brooke finds out I let you walk, I’ll hear about it later. I can afford to be late, come on,” he said gesturing you over to his car.

You thought it over looking down at your watch, knowing even at your best pace you may not make it in time, and followed him to his car.  

trigger warning: physical abuse


Soulmate AU where people are born with matching tattoos that light up when they meet their soulmate, and turn black when one dies.
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You were arriving to your room in the tower, making sure that you were quiet when arriving on your floor, not wanting to wake up any of your floormates, especially one in particular. You were reaching into your bag trying to find your keys, something that was a bit difficult because your hands couldn’t stop shaking, not sure if it was because of the cold or something else. Just as your fingers brushed against the cold metal keys, your bag fell, dropping all the contents on the floor with a loud clash.

You quickly went to pick everything up, shoving things into your bag and quickly searching through the mess for your keys, but the moment you heard a door open you froze. You looked up towards the open door meeting the icy blue eyes of your floor mate, Bucky Barnes. You quickly looked down, trying to pretend that everything was normal, but your shaking hands were making it hard to keep your façade.

“(Y/N), I thought you weren’t coming today?” he said seeing you on the floor, “thought you were staying the night with Todd.”

“Yea just thought it would be better if I came back home,” you responded still looking down trying to come off as normal, despite your voice wanting to crack, “Todd a few thing to take care of in the morning”

“Oh,” catching that something was wrong, “here let me help,” he added, his hands coming into view, letting you perfectly see the intricate swirls of his soulmate tattoo that was now black, as his eyes landed on your red soulmate tattoo on your forearm. His metal hand brushed against your own, but unlike other people, you never pulled away, making him actually feel normal and human for a change.

“I’m fine Bucky, just go back inside!” hoping that your words didn’t sound too harsh to him as they sounded to you.

Bucky was a bit surprised, since you never really raised your voice at him, actually since you joined the team, and you were actually one to defend him when the others gave him a tough time. “Are you alright (Y/N), did something happen with you and Todd?” he asked hoping that he wasn’t treading on a sensitive topic, bringing up your soulmate.

“Nothing, everything is fine,” you responded, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.

You were at this point looking for your keys that were nowhere to be found. A jingle noise was in front of your face, but the last thing you wanted was for him to see your face, because you already knew what reaction he was going to get. So instead you kept your head fixed on the ground, thinking of something to get you out of this mess.  

Bucky immediately knew something was wrong, when you didn’t reach for your keys. You were still, your body tense, he looked down at your hands and noticed that your fists were clenched, the skin around your knuckles taut.

“(Y/N)?” worry laced into his voice.

You let out a sigh as you finally looked up at him and the moment he saw your face his heart nearly broke, nearly dropping the keys again in shock. There on your cheeks was a large forming bruise, the swelling still there, and to top it off your eyes were bloodshot and puffy, that he couldn’t even begin to imagine how long you had been crying.

“(Y/N),” he whispered his metal hand reaching out to touch the bruise but you quickly pulled away and snatching your keys in the process, hoping that no one else would leave their room and see you like this.  

You were about to close it when a silver hand caught the door, keeping you from shutting it, “Bucky just leave me alone,” your voice reflecting how much you really didn’t want to have this conversation.

“I can’t do that, not after he did that to you,” he said his eyes meeting yours through the opened space.

“It’s not a big deal, Todd didn’t mean it,” turning around and letting your back meet the door, wanting to sound as convincing as possible, but right now, you weren’t even sure you could convince yourself of that.

“That’s what you said last week, and I won’t even begin to count how many times before that,” his voice becoming softer, making you feel worse and wished you didn’t drop your stuff to avoid this conversation, “please (Y/N), just let me in, at least let me make sure that you’re ok, you know that I won’t leave until I do that,” he insisted.

You sighed, knowing that he was right, remembering that one time he stayed outside your door the whole night, making the morning conversation in the tower more awkward than it needed to. You stepped away from the door and Bucky let himself in, already heading to your bathroom to fetch the well-used first aid kit, the one that he made especially for these reasons, and not the large one that was used for him when he came back from dangerous missions.

You quickly went to change into comfier clothing, which would either be Steve or Bucky’s larger framed shirts, but right now the only one at hand was one that you had personally stole from Bucky, a large black shirt with large white letters spelling out ‘BROOKLYN’. You made your way into the living room, seeing Bucky pulling out a few things out of the kit.  

“Sit,” he announced.

You complied, making sure to angle your face so he wouldn’t see the bruise, because having his steel blue eyes stare at it again, made it more real, reminding you that he did in fact hit you…again. It made you feel worse about yourself, and you could already recite the lecture that Bucky was sure to give you.  

“It really isn’t that bad,” you hoped that he would just drop the conversation and leave.

“(Y/N), let me see it please,” his hand resting on yours, coaxing you to listen, just wanting to make sure that you really were ok, “just let me take care of it and I’ll leave I promise,” his hand rubbing soothing circles, coaxing you even further.

You looked at him, the bright light of your living room letting him fully see the damage that your boyfriend left on your face. The swelling hadn’t gotten any better, and in this light he was able to see the various shades of the bruise; it didn’t make him feel any better. Your lip was slightly busted and it was the first thing that he worked on, because he didn’t want to look at your bruised face since he failed to protect you…again.

He pressed the small alcohol pad against your lip, apologizing to you when he heard you hiss from the stinging sensation. Bucky let his thumb sooth your lip, his mind wondering how anyone could even think about hurting you, especially if that person was their soulmate. You on the other hand were holding back tears, because right now seeing that look on Bucky’s face made you feel worse, wishing that he never saw you.

Bucky started to work on your bruise being gentle as possible, not wanting to hurt you any more than you already were. He gently applied a numbing lotion to dull the pain noting how the heat of the pain was there and didn’t like how you shut your eyes in pain.  

He was a bit relieved that you weren’t hurt anywhere else, but it was taking him a lot of will power for him not to go to your boyfriend’s house and beat him up for what he did today and all those other times as well. He was starting to put things away and when he came back, he noticed that you were still not moving. The skin around your knuckles taut, clenching into a fist, biting back the tears that you told yourself you wouldn’t shed.

“(Y/N) I know that you don’t want to hear it, but Todd isn’t good for you,” he started as he sat down next to you, “I care about you (Y/N) and you don’t deserve any of this,” bringing you into a much needed hug, hoping to heal the pain that you felt emotionally.

“but he’s my soulmate, we have the same tattoo and it changed when I met him,” you said referring to the intricate swirls of your mark, that was a perfect match to Todd’s, “how can I leave him, when apparently he’s what’s destined for me,” leaning more into Bucky, wanting him to bear your burdens at this very moment, because you weren’t sure how long it would be before you broke down.

Bucky stared back down at his own tattoo, it was black, the meaning that his soulmate had died. He remembered that before he became the winter soldier, he never met his soulmate and when he recovered from being the winter soldier and free from hydra’s grasp, his soulmate tattoo had been black, and would never get the chance to meet his soulmate. Yours however was a bright red color, a perfect match with your ‘perfect match’.

“(Y/N), soulmate or not, you don’t deserve this,” pressing a kiss on the side of your head, wishing that you could see things like the way he does and see that this relationship isn’t healthy for you.

“He’ll change, I know he will, the last time he did this was almost two weeks ago, and I made him mad,” feelings of guilt taking over your body for the umpteenth time that day.

“He shouldn’t have done it to begin with, and you said he would stop, but he still does this. And none of this is your fault doll, don’t you dare blame yourself for his mistakes” his metal hand slowly grasping yours, yet right now even his bionic hand felt warmer yours. It was funny how such a strong metal hand that can dent almost every metal could treat you gentler than the ones of your soulmate.

“Bucky, he’s my soulmate that has to count for something doesn’t it?” you looked up at him, not sure what do and you were sure when to start, “it’s just everyone that meets their soulmates are so happy, maybe I just have to wait a bit, I mean it has to happen right…” you stopped speaking as a warm hand wiped away your tears that you didn’t even know you were shedding, “I mean soulmates are supposed to make your happy right?”

He brought you onto his lap, making the weight in your chest grow heavier. You knew that you shouldn’t feel guilty, it wasn’t your fault, you’ve done nothing wrong…yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was your fault, that same thought running over and over since you left his house. You thought if maybe you hadn’t said something to Todd, it wouldn’t have sparked his anger.  

Bucky treated you differently; he made you feel like you were made of glass, not because you were weak, but because you were something precious that he wants to treasure. You would never be able to repay Bucky in a lifetime for the way he makes you feel strong, safe, and just someone that mattered. You wrapped your arms around his neck, finally letting yourself break, since he was always the one to put back the pieces of your broken self.  

You wished that you could see things his way, but the tattoo on your arm didn’t match Bucky, it matched Todd, he was your soulmate whether you liked it or not. Maybe if you stayed with him long enough, you’ll finally be able to find the happiness that soulmates are promised to bring, it was that simple right. That’s what you’ve been led to believe, your parents were soulmates and were happy, those in your family were happy too, you have yet to see anyone unhappy with their soulmate, so why weren’t you? Did you do something wrong?

“Let it out doll, I’ll be here”, his hand rubbing your back, pulling your closer, his scent at this point was home to you, after being in his arms so often.

“I know, you’re too good to me Bucky,” you said hoping you didn’t look too bad even though you knew that Bucky wouldn’t care.

“You’re too good to me too” he said kissing your forehead, making your heart flutter something that you rarely felt with your soulmate, yet it was so easy for Bucky to do.

“You know, sometimes I wish you were my soulmate,” your fingers drawing random shapes on his chest, “it would make things so much easier,” your face burning up as you voiced that, hoping it wouldn’t make things awkward because right now Bucky was one of the few people that kept you sane.

“Maybe if you had been born in the same time it could’ve been possible. But I don’t think this soulmate thing, took into consideration that people would end up out of their original time,” he said with a smile hoping that he could lift your spirits.

“I think it would have been easier if you had been born in my time, I don’t think I would have survived in the 40s, I’m too dependent on technology,” you joked.

“You know there’s more to do then just check your phone (Y/N),” he said with a smile, glad that you were finally smiling again.

“Like what?” forgetting your worries a bit.

“Movies, staring up at the stars, and lots and lots of dancing,” trying to think back to his old life.

“I don’t dance Bucky, you know that better than anyone else,” you responded.

“Would have taught you myself darling, that way you would’ve never been out of my sight. I wouldn’t want people to steal you away from me,” he said with a laugh but meaning every word that he said.

You laughed, making him glad that he cheered you up. He loved seeing your smile thinking that it could light up the whole room, and selfishly loving that it was there because of him.  He looked up at the clock knowing that you both needed sleep, especially when you rested your head on his chest, your eyelids slowly drooping, wanting to stay awake.

“You should get some sleep,” he said lifting you with ease, as he took you to your room, carefully placing you under the cover.

“I’m sorry for waking you up Bucky,” you said as you settled in your bed.

“You never need to apologize for that doll,” he said with a smile placing a kiss on your forehead making your heart race yet again.

You wanted him to stay; wanting him to hold you close as you fell asleep, but you weren’t sure if that would be such a good thing. You were vulnerable and didn’t want to confess something that could change the next morning, he didn’t deserve false hopes. You wished him a good night, thanking him again for looking out for you and he told you it wasn’t a big deal. With each step that he took closer to your bedroom door, the more you wanted him to stay, but you kept quiet.  

“(Y/N),” he called out. You hummed, letting him know that he had your attention, “you know there’s nothing wrong with choosing who or what makes you happy, even if that person isn’t your soulmate,” his icy blue eyes staring directly into your eyes.

“Bucky,” his name involuntarily leaving your lips, so unsure of what to say.

“your allowed to be happy with whoever you want, you shouldn’t feel forced to love someone,” his eyes never leaving yours, “no one would judge you if it meant your happiness…just think about that ok,” his words making your mouth run dry that you wondered when he became so insightful.

You nodded, whispered good night, but right now with the way your heart was racing, you weren’t easily going to fall asleep. A single thought consumed your mind: it would be so much easier if Bucky was your soulmate, because then you wouldn’t feel so guilty for feeling more for Bucky than your own soulmate. You also wouldn’t feel guilty because of the dreams you had. The dreams where Bucky and you had matching soulmate tattoos, the dreams where you could freely love Bucky. The same dreams that when you woke up, only consumed you with guilt because you wanted someone else that wasn’t your soulmate.  

It had been a week later and you have yet to see Todd, there were countless unread texts of him saying that he was sorry and didn’t mean to hit you, and many other things that he’s said before. Your kind nature wanted to forgive him and try to mend things like always, but this time Bucky made sure that you wouldn’t text him back, saying that the least he could do is come here and apologize in person.  

Your bruises were fading, the faint marks now easily concealed by makeup, making it easier to get things back to normal.  You were in the kitchen, everyone else besides Bucky were out enjoying the rare moments that they weren’t plagued by an outer worldly threat or any threat in general, and enjoying their time off missions. Bucky however stayed to cross off things the list that Steve had made for him, the same list of things that Steve had used to catch him up to modern times, hoping that Bucky wouldn’t be as lost as he was.  

You were serving lunch, making sure to add a larger serving for Bucky wanting to surprise him with something home cooked than having him eat something from a take-out. However as you went to serve the food, there was an alert that someone wanted to enter and asking for you, that someone being Todd. Your heart was racing, not out of love but rather out of an unexplained fear.

You allowed him in and then the doors opening to reveal Todd, who was beyond mad.

“Aren’t you going to apologize?” his voice making your anxiety grown, “I’ve called and texted you for days and you don’t even bother to respond”

“You hit me,” trying to think of what to do or even say.

“And I apologized for it but do you care?” approaching you, and took a small step back away from him.

“Bucky said that the least you could do is come and apologize in person,” you said taking a few more steps back only for your back to meet the wall, cornering yourself leaving nowhere to run to.

“Bucky! And why should you care what he thinks?” he angrily stated.

“Because he cares about me,” you admitted, hoping that he wouldn’t step any closer but to your dismay he continues till he is right in front of you, his face angrier than before.

“So he’s the reason you’ve been avoiding me!? Are you cheating on me with him?! do you really think he cares (Y/N), do you really think anyone else but me cares, you’re mine not his, he doesn’t care about you, he just want to get inside your-”

A loud slap filled the room, your hand burning red from the impact already seeing the imprint forming on his cheek; you were choking back tears, but felt brave for the first time when it came to Todd. It was one thing to insult you, but it was a completely different thing when someone insulted those that you cared about, especially Bucky.

“That’s it,” he yelled, raising his hand and pulling it back slightly, a gesture that you hated because it was almost familiar to you.

Your only instinct was to shut your eyes, your body clenching just waiting to feel the force of the impact, but it never came. You slowly opened one eye; in front of you was a silver glistening hand holding Todd’s clenched fist, saving you from having another bruise that would have been worse than the one you got last week. Your eyes traveled up to Bucky, his steel blue eyes fixated on Todd, his eyes were fuming, not believing that he would even think about hurting you…again.

“I think it’s about time you leave, and never came back,” his voice sending shivers down your spine, hoping that you would never be on the receiving end of that voice.

“Last time I checked (Y/N) lives here and she is my soulmate,” showcasing his matching tattoo to Bucky, “so I can be here if I please.”

“Get out! You have no right calling her that, not after the way you treat her!” stepping in between you and Todd, shielding your body from him. Him being here made you feel safer than you were moments ago, and relaxed a bit as you placed your hand on his back, needing the physical reassurance that he was here, needing him to be your support like always. “Now you better leave, before I make you,” his other hand guarding you, keeping you close behind him.

“Why do you even care? She’s not your soulmate, she’s not even that special,” his words making you clench onto Bucky’s shirt, your confidence shattering a bit.

“I know she’s not my soulmate, but I love her, that’s why I care,” he answered, admitting something that he has kept bottled up for who knows how long.

Todd approached him, a large smirk on his face, “too bad she’s not your soulmate,” his smug look even more prominent, “besides do you really think someone like you even knows how to love?’

Todd was about to laugh at his face, till he was stopped by Bucky’s right hand meeting his jaw, the room filling with the sound of his impact. Bucky really wanted to use his left hand, his metal hand, but the last thing he wanted was more blood on his hands.

“Get out,” his voice not leaving room for any negotiation.

Todd stared up at him his jaw already becoming red, slight panic in his face, since he didn’t think Bucky would have the nerve to hit him. he got up and left but just before that he turned seeing your form holding onto Bucky, “(Y/N), have fun with someone that isn’t your soulmate, just know he’s not what’s meant for you, I am. I’m giving you one last chance to come with me, and I’ll forgive you for all of this,” a smug look on his face again, expecting you to follow.

You stared at him, your grip on Bucky’s shirt tightening, not wanting to let go. You looked up at Bucky, his eyes fixed on you, a hint of worry in them, silently pleading for you to stay. You turned back to Todd, waiting for you to join him, to follow what he says like you always do.

You finally let go of Bucky’s shirt, walking towards Todd, a smirk now trained on Bucky that grew larger with each step that you took towards him. Todd wanted to say ‘I told you so’ to Bucky but instead just enjoyed seeing the famous soldier’s heartbroken look. Bucky wanted to reach out towards you, wanting to tell you that you didn’t have to do something you didn’t want to. You could make your own choice, but kept quiet because…maybe this was your choice. You would much rather choose to be with your ‘soulmate’ than him.

You were finally in front of Todd, your eyes looking up at him and noticing his gaze still on Bucky, mocking him almost like if as if he had won some sort of prize,  but maybe that’s all you were to him, an object rather than a person.

You turned to look at Bucky, his eyes meeting yours, his eyes reminding you so much of a lost puppy. He lifted his hand out for you, silently telling you to come back, and be with him. There were endless things Bucky wanted to tell you, but he didn’t know where to start.

You smiled at him, and did the one thing that you have been wanting to do since the moment he got here, you quickly slammed the door shut in his face, telling him to never come back and that you were two were over. You locked the door, letting your back slide down the door, ignoring the shouts on the other side till they died down.  

Bucky was surprised; he slowly approached you, taking a seat next to you. He was glad that you decided to stay, but hopefully that meant that you had chosen him. He brought you into a hug, knowing that you needed it, telling you over and over of how proud he was of you.

“You love me?” you whispered.

“Of course doll,” lifting you onto his lap. You were so vulnerable and pure, tempting him to kiss you so badly, wanting to make that beautiful face turn to one of pleasure, wanting to see it flustered just for him. He wanted to see you come undone under his touch, wanting it so bad that it was almost a need.

He pulled you a bit closer, wanting to groan when he saw you biting your bottom lip, teasing him even more to kiss you senseless, “I’ve been in love with you since the moment you accepted me as just Bucky.”

“You love me even if I’m not your soulmate?” just needing to know what he thought, your heart racing in your chest.

“(Y/N), I don’t need this,” pointing down to the mark on his hand, “to tell me who I can and can’t love. You’re right I’m not your ‘destined’ soulmate, but I can do a far better job than him or anyone else ever could, at giving you the love you deserve,” his hand reaching for yours, intertwining it letting your hand warm up the metal underneath, “but only if you’ll let me,” his voice as soft and sultry.

He leaned his face closer, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, making your breath hitch, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky. The air around you was starting to feel warm, an electric tingle coursing through your body that you wondered if Bucky could feel it too. The small brushes against your nose, making you want to lean into him, needing to close the small gap between your lips. His warm breath, fanned your lips that they only think you could do is to bite down on them to keep yourself from kissing him. You looked back into his sky blue eyes, seeing that there were just a shade darker, his pupils dilated fixed solely on yours. Everything about him entranced you further, when at this point it was unnecessary because you were already trapped.

You were caught and no intention of leaving.  

You nodded, placing your hands on his chest, steadying yourself as you closed the small space between yours and Bucky’s lips. There were no fireworks or explosion like the way people describe it, but there was one thing you did feel…complete. You felt that this was where you belonged, his kiss made you feel loved, cherished, and happy. You finally let yourself give into what you felt for him, not caring if this was wrong, not caring if he wasn’t your soulmate, and just savored the taste of his lips. You wondered if this is what a soulmate felt like, or if this is just what love feels like.

Bucky brought your intertwined hands up to his chest, then pressing your palm against his heart letting you feel the fast tempo underneath, a perfect match to your own heartbeat. You clenched his shirt, pulling yourself closer, molding yourself to the person that always felt like home to you. His hands rested on your hips, letting himself enjoy the feeling of being able to hold you close and finally bringing to reality what he’s been wanting to do for weeks. His hands wanted to map out your body, wanting to know you like the back of his own hand, but knew that would come with time.

His hands settled in your hair, pulling you closer as his lips molded better against yours. . Your body felt that it was on fire, Bucky fueling it more and more, but not once did you want to pull away, in fact you craved it. There were few things that you would call perfect, and this was one of them. Your hands shifted around his neck, just wanting more, his hands wrapping around your back, feeling his fingers pulling your closer, but never once were they rough, always treating you like the precious treasure that you were to him.

You broke the kiss, his forehead resting on yours before leaning down, letting his nose trail down your skin, making your blood underneath boil, craving more of his attention. He placed small kisses on your face, kissing a trail down to your throat, loving the small reactions and sounds you made, slowly becoming addicted to you that at this point he knew that he wasn’t going to give you up ever again. Because just like you, he felt complete, he knew that this is where he needed to be and no mark on his skin could convince him otherwise.

“I love you too Bucky,” you said between breaths bringing up his face and sealing your words with a kiss, both of you smiling as your lips met.

You weren’t his soulmate and he wasn’t yours, but with each kiss that fact mattered less and less, because Bucky was right, you have the right to be with whoever makes you happy and love, and no mark should dare come between that. You were each other’s soulmate by choice and that’s all that mattered.

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Sing for Me - Shang Chi

Karaoke was always low stakes, always all fun and games; keyword being ‘was’.

“Amazing! Just amazing!” You cheered, clapping as Shang and Katy finished belting out the last note of Mr. Brightside by The Killers.

“Thank you, thank you, to our adoring fans!” Katy said, bowing with a dramatic sweeping motion. You cupped your hands by your mouth and exhaled a soft scream to immediate a larger crowd shouting your friends on. Shang laughed at the sound as he collapsed on the couch by your side, causing you bounce slightly. With the dip in the cushion, you slid until your left shoulder pressed against his right.

At the touch, you craned your neck to look over at Shang. You found that his eyes were already fixed on you, the softest of smiles playing on his lips. In the light of the karaoke menu screen, you could see Shang was flushed. Whether it was from the alcohol or the exertion of singing, the red in his cheeks made him look all the more sweet and soft as he held your gaze.

“Hi,” he murmured dazedly, leaning a little closer.

“Hi,” you echoed with a smile, leaning a little closer as well. “Tipsy, are we?”

“Only slightly, just enough to embarrass myself.”

“Your singing isn’t embarrassing,” you laughed. Shang’s expression shifted from playful to serious then, and you feared you misunderstood what he said, lost his meaning in the music of the karaoke machine’s idling music. Though, when he opened his mouth to reply, Katy interjected with a snappy shout.

“Who’s up next!?” Katy continued scrolling through the song list.

“What do you want to sing, Y/N? A little Amy Whinehouse? Oh! One Direction maybe?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I never said I was singing tonight,” you pressed. “My voice is still recovering from the last time. Wong left me with all those high notes!”

“It was the best rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody yet,” Katy said sincerely that she turned to look at you, her eyes stone-cold serious. “I mean it.”

“I can tell,” you said with a wide smile, “but I’m still on vocal rest.”

“Boo!” Katy shouted, standing up and waving her hands at Shang to get him to join in her cajoling. “C’mon, Y/N! Boo!”

Heat rushed to your face as Katy continued. When Shang’s voice did not join the fray, you looked over at him. He was still fixed on you, a gentle smile on his lips. There was a glint in his eyes that intensified the bashfulness that warmed your skin. He turned the spark into a wildfire. You considered yourself scorched when Shang tilted his head towards yours.

“Sing for me,” he murmured, eyes flicking from yours to your lips and back again. The sight of Shang’s shifting gaze entranced you, compelled you to give into him. But, for what felt like a prolonged moment, you were unable to speak.

“I-I, oka-”

“Excuse me, hello?”

At the sound of a new voice in the room, you, Shang, and Katy swung your heads towards the room to the karaoke booth. There lingered a pasty-looking teenager who looked rather displeased with having to work the Saturday night shift. He eyed the three of you warily as if he was unsure what to expect. When he was greeted with quiet, he seemed relieved.

“Yeah, this booth was booked for a bridal party so…you gotta go.”

“Oh,” you said in a breath, glancing back to Katy and Shang, the latter of whom wore a frown. Katy just appeared pissed. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. If it were not for the bright, lime green pants she wore, she would have been very intimidating.

“Is there another booth open?” She asked, her tone unyielding and eyebrows stern. You back-tracked your thoughts. Katy wasintimidating, even with the neon trousers.

The teen’s eyes widened. “Uh, no. There isn’t. Sorry.”

Katy grumbled something indiscernible before she reached towards the couch for her fanny pack. “C’mon, guys. I’m sure the bar on Hawthrone has a better selection anyway.”

Quickly, Katy darted out of the booth, leaving you and Shang to haphazardly collect yourselves to follow after her. You gathered your things and paused, making sure you forgot anything. Shang grabbed his red jacket, slipped it on over his shoulders, and looked to you.

“Got everything?”

“Y-Yeah,” you said, barely meeting his eyes. Your mind was still whirling from the way he looked at you before, the sound of his voice when he spoke: low and wanting. “I think so.”

“Great,” he replied, letting your step in front of him.

You heard him mumble a ‘thank you’ to the young employee. Though, you were only half listening as Shang rested one of his hands on the small of your back, gently guiding you outside. His touch remained until you both were swallowed by the cool night air and the sound of Katy huffing in distaste. She paced up and down the sidewalk, her lips pursed.

“Why didn’t that little twerp tell us. Now we gotta walk across town to the other bar! I’m so-Ugh! I don’t even want to walk there.”

“Wanna call it a night, then?” Shang asked, glancing from Katy to you. You met his gaze and felt the heat again, how quickly it rose to your cheeks. You looked away and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m a bit tired anyway.”

“Ugh!” Katy shouted one last time before taking a very deep breath. “Yeah. Okay. I’m good. We can go home.”

You and Shang laughed before you followed after Katy as she started off in the direction of home. Growing up in the same neighborhood gave you the perk of being able to walk with each other. Being with Shang and Katy during these late-night treks home made you feel safe. Though, since your last walk, you knew more. You knew about Shang’s powers, became reacquainted with Katy’s bravery, and found your own strength. It was all the more comforting.

As was the feeling of Shang’s hand idly brushing against yours as you walked. Between laughter and chatter, you would sneak glances at your knuckles. Then, you would let yourself watch them bump into Shang’s. Each time, you smiled to yourself and looked at your feet.

Eventually, the pavement grew familiar. You began to step over crack patterns that housed dandelion weeds between the concrete, patches of yellow and green against grey that you passed earlier that day. Some of the flowers closed with the lack of Sun, while the others that remained open were like pieces of stars that fell from the sky to nestle between sidewalk slabs. Katy nearly stepped on one as she turned towards her family’s apartment door.

“Sorry about the karaoke bust,” Katy said, turning to face you and Shang. “Maybe tomorrow we can hit the deli and go bowling?”

You nodded and looked at Shang, only to find his expectant gaze on you already. “Yeah, that sounds good. Meet up at noon?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Shang agreed, giving you, and then Katy, a smile.

“Great! See you tomorrow!”

With that, Katy disappeared inside the apartment complex wedged between storefronts. You looked back at Shang and tipped your head farther down the street.

“Walk with me?”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling. “You don’t even have to ask.”

“Well, I don’t know! You might have super-secret Avengers plans that I’m not invited to,” you said teasingly. “I have to ask to be sure I don’t interrupt a tea party with the Hulk.”

Shang laughed and shook his head. “Bruce doesn’t strike me as a tea type of guy.”

“That’s a shame.” The two of you laughed together and let a silence fall between you as you walked down the street towards your apartment. “But really, have you heard from any of them yet, since they recruited you?”

“No, not yet,” Shang sighed, “I think I’m relieved about that though.”

“Don’t wanna fight any aliens or evil wizards?” As you walked, you knocked your shoulder against Shang’s. He did not budge nor bend with the impact; though, you had to focus on staying steady on your feet. Struggling with that, you nearly missed the feeling of Shang’s hand closing around your own and holding you in place.

“You alright?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, blood rushing to your face. To distract yourself, you pressed, “you uh, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to. I just want to…to breathe for a bit,” he looked to you and smiled. “Just want to spend time here, living.”

“And embarrassing yourself?” You asked, referencing what he had said in the karaoke bar. Before he could reply, you added, “what did you mean by that anyway?”

Shang’s smile faltered then and he stopped mid-stride. Worried you had overstepped somehow, you raised a careful, questioning brow at him, to which he replied with a squeeze of your hand and a tip of his chin upwards. “This is you, right?”

You followed his eye line and, when you saw the familiar facade of your building, you nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

Willing to let your curiosity die, you attempted to let go of Shang’s hand and start towards your door. Yet, as you tried to pull away, Shang pulled you close. Your chest was pressed against his and, almost as soon as you caught your breath, his free hand cupped your face. Warmth spread through your every nerve ending at his touch.

“Embarrass myself,” he started softly, “like admitting that I wanted to kiss you in Ta Lo but I didn’t and I’ve been kicking myself since.” Shang licked his lips and held your gaze, searching your eyes for any tell as if your blush was not evidence enough. “Like admitting I still want to kiss you, like stupid bad.”

You could not help but laugh at his words, overwhelmed with every emotion that you kept bubbling beneath the surface. “Stupid bad?”

“Yes,” he said in a breath, “yes, so badly.” The hand of his that cupped your face shifted, his thumb skirting along the edge of your lips. You knew he had to feel the heat in your skin, to hear the wild beating of your heart against his chest.

As if stoked into a burning sense of bravery, you freed your hands and gripped his jacket tight. Teasingly, you tipped your head forward, “then kiss me.”

Immediately, Shang’s lips melded against yours. It was a desperate, needy kiss, one that left you reeling, pulling him with you towards the door to your apartment complex. Shang guided you to rest your back against the brick with one arm around your waist, the other extended against the wall like an anchor. When he pulled away, you smiled.

“Still want me to sing for you, too?”

Shang’s dark eyes widened at your question but he grinned. “Y-Yeah.”

Lost in the feeling of fiery passion and Shang’s hands, you smiled. You smiled, and you unlocked the door to your home and pulled him inside.

Finals Season - Peter Parker

It’s that time of the year again…Spider-Man stops by to help you out.

AN: for all of y'all studying hard, we’re with you, ‘til the end of the line

You knew the brain is not technically a muscle. You knew that because, while studying, you had read about the attributes of the nervous system and muscle tissue ten times over. You were familiar with the functions and shapes of a neuron’s dendrites and the various fibers that comprise the various sinew types. You were well-versed in how the nerves connected, how they told the muscles to move. You knew it all, all for your Anatomy & Physiology final.

With a groan, you let your head slip from your hands and land softly against the thick notebook spread out on your desk. Maybe, if you pressed your forehead hard enough against the pages, you could absorb the knowledge you needed through osmosis. It was tempting to try. Your eyes felt heavy, weighed down by the draw of a nap, a break. Though, the second you closed your eyes, the dark that met you filled with diagrams of skeletal structures and tendons. When you managed to push through those, you were met with mathematical equations and the names of literary devices, every other concept you memorized for your every other final.

It was dizzying. Worst of all, there was no rest from it as, when you opened your eyes, your study guides greeted you. They taunted you, really, at this point. The words and numbers and terms swirled together into a puddle of mush that, despite all the power behind your neurons, your brain lacked the strength to decipher. In a vain, desperate attempt to escape the scorching sneering of your class materials, you closed your eyes once more.

Yet, only for a moment.

Just as the ghosts of subjects studied past began to haunt your headspace, there was a tapping at your bedroom window. Immediately, you lifted your head and eyed the glass. The dark outside was all you saw until the grogginess cleared, foggy tendrils pulling away from your vision. Then, you saw the familiar tones of red and the pair of buggish, white eyes.

Any lingering doubt about the masked man at your window faded when he lifted a gloved hand and eagerly waved. At the sight, a small laugh slipped from your mouth; though, you smothered it quickly to not alert your housemates to your newest guest.

“Shh, hold on,” you whispered as you stood from your chair and padded over. Quickly, with fumbling, nervous fingers, you unlatched the window lock. You pushed up and a blast of cool, December air hit your face, followed by the softer touch of a gloved hand.

“Hi, you,” came Peter’s voice, muffled ever-so-slightly by his mask. Despite the obstruction, you could hear the upwards tilt of a smile in his words.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to mirror his chipper tone. It failed, evidenced by how Peter’s hand slipped from your cheek and his head cocked to the side.

“What is it?”

You let out a dramatic sigh and pulled away from the window sill. Defeated, you collapsed back in your chair, watching as Peter clambered inside, shut the window, and drew the curtains. He turned to look at you, dropping his backpack on the floor.

“Are you okay?” He darted over to you, hands outstretched, rubbing your shoulders before you started to shake your head. Peter leaned away to look into your eyes.

“Finals,” you groaned, gesturing towards your desk full of papers. “I’ve been studying for…well, I don’t know how long. A while.”

“Oh,” he pulled off his mask and met your eyes. You could not help but smile that the sight of him: brown eyes full of concern and hair a mess. “Which ones?”

“All of them.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your smile shifting into a frown as you flicked your gaze towards your open notebook. “Not everyone is a genius like you. Some of us are just average.”

“N-No, you’re not average.”

Peter’s brows furrowed and he stepped over to stand before your chair. He reached his hands out to you, your face. The fabric of his gloves tickled your cheeks but you leaned into his touch anyway. Waves of warmth emanating from his covered palms eased the whirlpool of worry and memorized facts that made up your mind.

“You’re amazing,” he said, so earnestly you felt a new kind of dizzy, “and you’re gonna do great.” A sound of disbelief slipped past your lips and, instantly, Peter’s brows furrowed. “Y/N.”

“I’ve studied but I don’t feel ready,” you began to explain, “I never feel ready, not really, but there’s just so much and-what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I mean, ‘cause you said it yourself: you never feel ready but you do a pretty good job anyway, right? I would say that’s ‘cause you’re amazing.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“Iama genius,” Peter teased, tipping his head towards yours. “Like you said.”

“And I stand by that,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His brown eyes grew darker with your proximity and you heard his sharp intake of breath. Your noses brushed against Peter’s, a quiet, subtle ask for permission. He echoed the action and you smiled before pecking his lips with your own.

It was the softest of kisses, one that lasted for hardly a handful of seconds before you pulled away. Yet, it was enough to clear your mind. Every thought was replaced by Peter, the sensation of his lips and hands on you. The peace of the feeling overwhelmed you, forced you to pull away, or risk never coming up for air.

When Peter’s eyes met yours, you knew he understood but there was a glint in his eyes that made your stomach twist. He knocked his nose against yours again.

“If I use my genius to help you study later, you think you could take a break now?”

There was no use in trying to bite back the grin that spread across your lips. You nodded and brushed your nose against his once more. “Absolutely, I could.”

“Awesome,” Peter beamed, his hands slipping from your face to your hips, lifting you out of your desk chair and against his chest. He kissed you again, harder this time, always happy to help in your time of need.