"I assure you, my dear, it's not as dire as it sounds. He made me a promise," my father attempted to reassure me, though his words rang hollow.
Our family had recently endured a significant upheaval: my mother's abrupt departure with her lover and the near collapse of my father's business. Just when all seemed lost, a sudden reversal of fortune occurred about a week ago. Suspiciously so. Sales at my father's company soared to unprecedented heights, enabling him to finally purchase the house he had long coveted. Our weekly tradition of dining out on Saturdays resumed with renewed vigor. Yet, amidst this flurry of activity, I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that my father had done something reckless. And indeed, he had. He had struck a Faustian bargain with none other than Caliban, a prince now ruling over Hell, as Sabrina elucidated for me. And it was every bit as dire as it sounded, contrary to my father's feeble attempts to downplay it. For he had bartered me away to Caliban, his daughter sold to the king of the damned. It's remarkable what power can drive people to do.
My introduction to this infernal pact occurred when Caliban himself appeared the day before collect me. "Be my queen," he commanded, leaving me mere hours to gather my belongings before departing for Hell. Caliban, now my self-appointed king, wasted no time in asserting his authority.
"I love you, Y/N. You must believe that," my father repeated incessantly as I packed, trailing after me like a lost soul.
"If that were true, Dad, you wouldn't marry me off—mind you, I'm a sixteen-year-old minor—to a literal clay-ball-come-alive!" I retorted, my tone laced with venom. "Leave me alone," I added, though my words lacked the force I desired. He departed quietly, leaving me to confront my impending fate.
Not a word of farewell to my father before Caliban whisked us away in a vortex of flames to his domain.
"My lady," Caliban intoned, bowing as he ushered me into our quarters.
"This will be our chamber, my Queen," he announced, the implication not lost on me.
"Ours?" I echoed, incredulous. His smile, accentuated by his sculpted features and flowing hair, did little to assuage my unease.
"Yes, naturally. A couple ought to share the same space, especially those soon to be wed," he replied, drawing nearer. His proximity, in a realm already sweltering with heat, was stifling. I scanned the room, noting the opulent furnishings and intricate architecture, all marred by the presence of a single bed. One bed. My resolve hardened: I would not succumb to this charlatan's scheme. How had my father acquiesced so willingly? Perhaps Caliban had conveniently omitted certain details.
Caliban, undeterred by my defiance, regarded me with an inscrutable smile. He had once claimed that the way I spoke his name stirred unfamiliar sensations within him. I dismissed it as a ploy; after all, demons and witches indulged in carnal pleasures with abandon. Caliban, I surmised, was no exception.
Time in Hell moved in peculiar ways. A decade had passed since my arrival, yet I remained unchanged, perpetually frozen in youth.
Sabrina, a visitor after nearly a decade, attempted to broach the subject of our arrangement with Caliban. To no avail. It seemed I was fated to spend eternity with him.
One day, Caliban approached me in our chamber, his proximity unnerving. "I may be as you described, a 'literal clay-ball-come-alive,' my queen," he began, his voice tinged with authority. "But I am far from inconsequential." His nearness unsettled me, a sensation not felt since our initial encounter.
"What do you mean?" I inquired, my composure wavering. His touch, tender yet commanding, sent shivers down my spine. "Be my queen, Y/N. Rule by my side," he implored, sincerity evident in his gaze. A fleeting thought crossed my mind: why not? For a brief moment, I entertained the notion. But his gaze demanded certainty.
Centuries had passed in this infernal realm, marked by Caliban's unwavering respect and fidelity. He hadn't addressed me by name until now, not until he proposed. But was his sincerity genuine? Caliban was a master of deception, yet his authenticity shone through at times. He had deemed me his queen from the moment we arrived in his domain, he claimed.
"Very well," I assented, turning away to conceal my turmoil. The bed shifted as he withdrew, expecting rejection. "Did you hear me, Caliban?" I demanded, adrenaline coursing through me. Betrayal, anger, longing, and confusion no longer held sway; I was ready to move forward, knowing he would not relinquish his claim on me. So be it. I would become the queen of Hell.
MONSTROSITY
(a Cha Hyun-su x fem!reader fanfiction)
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Fandom: Sweet Home
(season 1)
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Chapter 6: Episode 3 - Part II
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 852
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There was no way in hell your eyes could close that night, not even for a second of rest. They were wide open and your mind and senses one hundred percent alert. You avoided thinking as much as you could and stayed with at least one person at all times (observing people had helped you distract your mind quite well). Until the night dawned on everyone and sleepiness took over. All had made a pact that sleeping times would get divided among each member so that everyone would guard the group taking chances one after another. It was a pretty good plan and you had even proposed to guard the group alone for the entirety of the night but — only out of care — Hyun-su had convinced everyone to oppose your idea for which you had given him the deadliest side-eye.
Everyone was asleep now, but you were wide awake. Tossing and turning every minute had caused Su-Yeong to lose sleep as well, so you decided to shift and sit against a vacant wall. Your eyes stung from sleep deprivation, and your body ached with discomfort, but this form of torture was better than being outside, away from Mr. Han’s apartment.
You observed Ji-soo walking over to the sleeping Hyun-su, who looked adorable in his slumber, and nudging him with her baseball bat. "Hey, it’s your turn now," she said. Hyun-su opened his eyes, taking a moment to reset his brain before asking for clarification with a simple "Huh?"
"It’s your turn to guard the door," Ji-soo clarified. Hyun-su agreed, pushing himself up using his Mr. Han-upgraded weapon, while Ji-soo took his place.
“I’m infected,” he confessed glumly. It was more of a confession, and one could easily pick up on how helpless and scared he felt.
“I know,” Ji-soo replied shortly.
"If I turn," he started, "just kill me." His words made your heart drop. That was your future, you knew. You should’ve killed yourself as soon as you knew you were turning, which was when you first saw the cut on your hand heal itself—no scab, no dead skin, only a mark left behind. But hearing Hyun-su say that didn’t sit right with you. If he fought hard enough, he could save himself… if he’s strong enough… unlike you. (AN: you’re 100% strong enough dw <3)
There was a small pause before Ji-soo spoke up softly. “Only if…” Hyun-su turned to look at her.
“Huh?” he asked.
"...you kill me if I turn," she finished. "Then I will do the same for you, okay? Deal?" She asked.
“Deal,” he agreed.
“Deal, Y/N?” She looked straight at you and tapped the floor beside her, indicating you to settle near her. You nodded and accepted her invite, mumbling ‘deal’ a bit later.
Times were rough and scary, but that could not stop you from admiring your roommate—well, one of your roommates now. His overgrown hair gave the illusion of a larger head, his tall and somewhat built body concealed by baggy clothes. His wimpy body language was deceiving. It didn’t feel like you were staring for long, but you could tell he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around to look at you. Flustered, you immediately averted your eyes, your face turning hot.
“What is it?” he whispered, and though you failed to notice, his voice was laced with adoration, a soft smile playing on his lips, which you could barely make out in the darkness.
“Uh… n-nothing,” your words faltered, to which Hyun-su replied with a silent chuckle. You were embarrassed to even look at him, so you awkwardly stared at the floor, counting numbers and whatnot. You heard his body shift but did not dare to look at him yet.
“Come here,” he said. You looked up to find him sitting against the wall nearest to the apartment’s door. It had been about an hour since his duty started, and Ji-soo was fast asleep, her head resting on your shoulder. Gently, with great care, you held her head up and slipped from beside her, setting her head against the fridge. You walked over to Hyun-su, who patted his shoulder. “Get some sleep,” he urged. Resting your head on his shoulder, you took a deep breath, exhaling relief. You were comfortable again, near him.
“It must be my turn now, right?” you asked. Hyun-su hummed and shook his head.
“No. Get some rest,” he insisted. Too tired to argue, you silently obeyed.
You awoke with the sun shining right into your eyes. You hissed at the pain. Hyun-su woke up right after, finding his head on your soft chest. He quickly retracted, chagrined.
Slowly, everyone woke up one after the other and there was an announcement made by a Green Home resident.
“Survivors, the first floor is safe now. Come to the first floor. We’ll be safer together. We survivors… must stick together. Please come down. Come down here now. I said please come-” his plea was cut short by static screeches from the mic and the announcement completely stopped.
MONSTROSITY
(a Cha Hyun-su x fem!reader fanfiction)
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Fandom: Sweet Home
(season 1)
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Chapter 5: Episode 3 - Part I
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 2,316
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With a gentle tap on the door, you sprang from your seat, your heart racing. Mr. Han swiftly reached for his cannon gun, his face a mask of determination. You followed his lead as he cautiously swung the door open, revealing Hyun-Su ushering two children—safe and sound—into the apartment. Relief washed over you like a warm tide at the sight of them. They weren't unscathed, but physically, they seemed okay. Mr. Han's quiet exclamation mirrored your own relief.
Hurrying over, you enveloped the kids in a tight embrace, feeling their arms wrap around you in return. Their minds seemed preoccupied with their father, you overheard. Leading them to Mr. Han's bed, you offered water, but they declined. Sensing their need for space after such a traumatic experience, you gave them room to breathe. Hyun-Su's eyes never left you from the moment he entered, a silent testament to his concern. The hours spent alone had led you to a partial realization: your ability to hear thoughts only seemed to activate upon touch. But then there was Hyun-Su, whose thoughts you'd heard without physical contact. Were your powers evolving— no, you corrected yourself, it was a curse, wasn't it? As minutes stretched into an anxious eternity, a sense of calm settled over you in Hyun-Su's presence. Closing the door behind him, he enveloped you in a hug, unexpected and comforting. His trust in you was palpable, melting away any lingering tension as you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You sighed in shared relief.
"Couples these days," Mr. Han muttered, his voice laced with amusement as the kids giggled. The door creaked open once more, and you and Hyun-Su quickly broke apart. A familiar face, a resident of Green Home, entered, prompting Mr. Han to raise his gun in caution.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his gaze sharp. The woman offered a friendly smile to the kids and introduced herself.
Ji-Soo and Jae-heon completed the group, and you all gathered around Mr. Han's table for dinner.
Taking a seat between Ji-Soo and Hyun-Su, you felt a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him. As Hyun-Su settled in last, Mr. Han gestured to the food.
"Let's all dig in. Eat up," he declared, and everyone eagerly began their meal. You savored the flavor of soy sauce mixed into your rice.
"Kids, why don't you tell us your names?" Mr. Han prompted, breaking the dining trance. The girl hesitated, her brother speaking up first.
"Kim Yeong-Su," he murmured.
"I'm Kim Su-Yeong," his sister added softly. Mr. Han was amused at their names.
"Yeong-Su, Su-Yeong... Almost the same," he mused, exchanging a surprised glance with Hyun-Su. Another chuckle escaped you at the coincidence. "I guess your parents wanted you two to always stick together. Yeong-su, Su-yeong, Su-yeong-Su, hmm?" Mr. Han teased, eliciting another chuckle. Hyun-Su seemed briefly affected before regaining composure.
"Um..." Su-Yeong began, the mood shifting. "Dad named us both," she confessed, casting a solemn pall over the room. All eyes turned to the children.
"Dad..." Yeong-Su's voice cracked, and Ms. Im comfortingly stroked his head, offering him a piece of meat. "Thank you very much, ma'am," he murmured.
Mr. Han busied himself with fetching drinks, offering one to Jae-heon, who politely declined. Ji-Soo, however, eagerly accepted and downed it in one impressive gulp, earning admiration from the group.
"You sure know how to drink," Mr. Han remarked, offering cans to you and Hyun-Su. Accepting gladly. Hyun-su hesitated while he looked at you in disbelief, you only lazily shrugged at him.
"Oh, we’re..." he started
"Ah, you must be underage, the two of you." Han said and gave you a disappointed look. He continued, “I see. There are kids here. We shouldn’t break the law in front of them. I’ll buy you both drinks when you’re adults. How does that sound?” A tinge of positivity in his words, yet you sensed the growing anxiety in everyone present in the room. You watched Mr. Han gulp his drink and feel yourself zoning out again. Hyun-Su’s following question goes unheard as your mind slips away in search of your evil doppelganger. With your head dipped and your eyes blankly staring into your bowl of rice, you closed your eyes, your untied hair covering them from the sides.
“I knew you’d come for me.”
You opened your eyes to the voice. You were laying in a grassfield, a stark contrast to the surroundings when your evil self was the one contacting you. When she– when it did, you were only a second away from being swallowed by the darkness, eternal depression. But at this moment you were surrounded by a flower bed which stretched as far as you could see. The sun shone in hopefulness. You looked around to find the source of the voice and It was waiting for you under the shadow of a luscious tree, its branches wide and spread around a six-feet radius. You looked at your doppelganger, a bright blue-eyed monster which had taken the shape of your body. It was well-groomed and wore a dress which matched the season of the setting — a long blue and flowy summer dress. Its hair was well-combed and It was neat and tidy, very opposite to your state. But maybe that’s exactly the representation for it and you. Opposites. Contradictory. You slowly rose to your feet and walked towards It. Mirroring your actions, It walked towards you too, the grass and flowers underneath Its feet withered in every step taken. You stopped a couple feet away and It did the same.
“Are you ready to let me take over?” It asked with a shit-eating grin. You rolled your eyes in disgust.
“No, I am not.” You stated calmly. It breathed out a low snarl and came closer to you. You instantly backed up, stumbling on a stone and falling down on the soft grass. It only laughed loudly. You held your anger in. One thing your gut strongly insisted on doing was to not let emotions take you over in any way. Be it anger — like right now — or sadness or hurt or happiness. This demon would use it all to Its advantage and bleed you dry. You steadily got up again, kicking the stone far away from your space. Your face was serene but inside you were scared for your future, for the kids’ and weirdly for Hyun-Su’s as well. You needed to live like yourself to protect them and him and all your human friends.
The environment abruptly changed and took you back six years ago in the backyard of your late grandparents’ home. It was a Summer’s Sunday morning, you remembered well, and your grandfather had been introduced to ‘Nagashi Somen’ or ‘flowing cold noodles’ through a movie. Nagashi Somen is a traditional Japanese summer dish where Somen noodles are served flowing in a bamboo flume filled with cold water where diners use chopsticks to pick up the noodles as they pass by, dipping them into a savory sauce before eating. He had built the exact mechanism from scratch in less than an hour! Thankfully it was close around lunchtime, so the three of you had sat down at different distances near the bamboo flume, each of you taking turns to launch the noodles. Your grandma has surprisingly caught most of them.
But the fun had not lasted for long. When it had been your grandfather’s turn to shoot noodles for the second time he had fallen down from the stool brusquely and was immediately taken to the nearest hospital.
He died that day. One of the best and the worst days of your little family’s lives. It was a heart attack and it was sudden. He was a healthy old man and no one would’ve guessed that as the reason for his death. Your grandma had died only a week later but you had known that. Her body had gone pale and she would no longer eat, laugh or speak. You mourned and stayed in your home until one day — only a month before you moved — you had started getting nightmares and frequent nose bleeds which you had thought were due to stress and weather. Which you had thought were normal.
Your doppelganger had made you revisit that day. You didn’t even realize you had started to cry. You inhaled deeply and exhaled the same way, trying to get a hold of yourself, but it was useless, like holding onto sand. You couldn’t compose yourself now even if you tried. Your heart started to beat faster and your breath kept getting caught up in your throat, never reaching your lungs. Another panic attack, you thought. You had been healing, making huge improvements, but today it had all gone to waste. You never healed, you had only been distracting yourself since all these years.
“Y/N,” You heard your grandma call you. You looked up to your right where your grandma was sitting. She was crying too, something she never did when she was alive. She had turned numb but she had never shed a tear. She called your name again.
“Granma,” you whispered and stretched out your hand towards her. You attempted to hold her hands to give her comfort but her image distorted instantly at your touch and turned to dust. The entire scenery warped to ruins leaving you in the same darkness you had experienced in Mr. Han’s bathroom (which Hyun-Su had selflessly cleaned up and you had given him infinite thank yous).
“Do you wish to see them again?” The monster asked, towering over you, Its face was twisted in the same evil grin. Yes. Fucking yes. You thought, but all that came out of your mouth was a stern no. This displeased the demon. It lowered itself to your kneeled self and gripped your throat, It was fucking furious.
“You must accept me, Y/N.” It whispered and lifted you all the way up, as high as Its arms stretched. Choking and almost blacking out, you breathlessly uttered another expression of denial and Its grip only tightened further.
Your physical body fell back, opposite to the table and Hyun-Su caught you from hitting your head on the floor. There were audible gasps produced by the kids and Myung-sook while Ji-soo and Jae-heon straightened their bodies in alarm. Fortunately dinner had been over and everyone had started talking about the monsters instead.
Hyun-su had called your name multiple times now but it failed to reach your conscious self. Ji-soo thought quickly and retrieved water from the bathroom. She threw half a jar worth of it on you and both — you and Hyun-su —were drenched. You jolted awake at the splash, instantly reaching for your neck which was, a second ago, being mercilessly choked. You took in deep breaths as if you would never get to breathe again and finally looked at your physical reality. Your eyes circled around the table, seeing faces painted with expressions of a mixture of worry and terror. Hyun-su did not waste any time and wrapped his arms around you, hoping to give some relief. His warm body, indeed, gave you the much needed comfort.
You excused yourself to go to the bathroom to wash your face. Hyun-su suggested that he come with you, obstinate. You dubiously agreed and he followed behind you. After him and you entered the bathroom, he closed the door but did not lock it to give you privacy but not awkwardness. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, giving you space.
You stood in front of the mirror and examined your face. There was no sign of physical bruises like you had thought might surface. You suddenly burst out crying. It was a torture to keep on living like this, to fight for yourself and your weak mind because psychologically if your mind had been strong and you had not blamed yourself for a tragedy which you had not even caused, maybe this monster would have long left you. Without even saying a word, as if now he was the one reading minds now, Hyun-su hugged you again, a little more firmly than when you woke up, a little more comforting. I wonder what happened, he thought.
"I’m here if you need me." He assured you and looked in your red, swollen eyes through the mirror. You turned around to face him. Your eyes were on the level of his collarbones. You craned your neck up to look into his eyes again, not realizing your faces were only a few inches apart. His hands were still around you, protective and now resting on your waist. You awkwardly placed your hands, each on one of his forearms, and looked at him through your wet eyelashes. He lifted one of his hands and fixed your face - wiped your tears and brushed either side of your hair behind your ears.
His hand slowly grazed your jaw and stopped under your chin, lifting it up further to take a look at your face (She looks so pretty like this, he thought). He had been so soft with you. This moment was undeniably intimate. Without realizing until both your lips were mere centimeters apart, his breath, warm on your wet lips gave you a reality check. You opened your mouth to say something. I can’t, you could’ve said. I need to stay focused, Hyun-su, I can’t distract myself from the pain, you could’ve said. But you simply pulled away and gave him a small peck on the side of his neck, giving him an apologetic look, he understood.
"Let’s go outside," you whispered and delicately pulled away from him, you both instantly missing the warmth of the other. But he held nothing against you. It all occurred in the heat of the moment and he was aware of it. He didn’t blame you.
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 2,396
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Tossing and turning in bed, your eyes were wide open in shock. You wanted to believe that what you saw was fake, a sick prank that could cost people their lives, but your gut told you otherwise. It kept reminding you of the instance when you 'read Hyun-Su's mind.' How was that possible? But you saw the monster destroy the speaker with your own eyes, and that was real, so there was a big possibility that you were able to read the minds of people now, wasn't it? Sitting up, no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, even when you closed your eyes to just blink, flashes of terror would appear before you. You picked up the water bottle that stood on the study table, adjacent to your bed, to gulp the fear down. You thought maybe the fresh and cool liquid would help, but behold your luck, the water bottle was empty. You were too scared to put your feet down on the ground. What if someone was under your bed, waiting for the perfect opportunity? Your throat ached from the cold, dry air, so you mustered up some courage and jumped a little far away from the bed, paranoid.
"I might as well kill myself now," you heard the faint voice of Hyun-Su from the living room. Your door made a creaking noise every time you opened it, so you looked at and listened to him from a slender aperture made by the door and its frame. He continued talking to himself, looking blankly at something on his phone.
"At least then I can... I can die a human being," he said, shifting himself towards the window and opening it. Thinking about the worst, you dropped your steel bottle and opened the door with a thud. Hyun-Su had a jump scare and turned around, his fist in the air, ready to fight monsters with his bare hands which he thought the noise indicated.
"Don't!" you shouted. "Don't do it, Hyun-Su. We can fight this. It's... It'll end soon. It must be a prank, don't you think?" You grabbed him by his arms, looking up at him with worry. If the situation had not been straight out of a horror movie, Hyun-Su would've kissed you then and there. In all these years, he had never seen someone worry about him like you are right a stranger he met mere hours prior. He stared at you blankly for a moment and noticed you. You were way prettier than the image his head formed of you yesterday morning when he arrived at Green Home. His eyes were always away from people, never meeting theirs when taking part in a conversation; he never initiated them anyway.
"Hyun-Su?" you asked, breaking him out of the zone. He blinked a couple of times and turned away, missing the warmth of your touch instantly.
"Look," he pointed down at the apartment right below yours. A man had been descending from the window, assuring his children that he'd be coming back. You took a minute to look around neighboring buildings, the sky, and the street. It was apocalyptic. Numerous kinds of monsters walked around on the earth, some fast, some slow, and some not moving at all. You also saw dead humans lying on the ground who failed to survive.
"Dad, don't go. It's too dangerous," a girl wept for the man.
"Don't cry, Su-Yeong. You're in charge now, so take good care of Yeong-Su while I'm away, alright?" He assured the girl, knowing it was an ultimatum.
"Dad..."
"Don't cry, Su-Yeong. Monsters might come if they hear us. Shh!" The man said, trying to keep an act of bravery in front of his kids, but you could sense how terrifying it must be.
"You know I was in the special forces, right? I'll come back with food. Yeong-Su, listen to your sister, okay?" For the father, that was goodbye.
Yours and Hyun-Su's eyes widened. You saw a creature with large eyes come towards the father. Instinctively, you gripped the sleeves of Hyun-Su's t-shirt, your heart pounding rapidly in both of your chests when the creature continued to move near the man.
"Get out of there," Hyun-Su mumbled. "Come on."
"Watch out!" you both yelled to the man. The creature, coming closer and closer, pushed the man, and he nearly lost his balance. Su-Yeong cried for her father, and the rope the man was holding on to came loose. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. He was dead. Hyun-Su dove and hid himself under his arms. You backed away into the living room. Shakily, you drank out of a glass that already had some water in it; your brain had stopped functioning to care enough about it. Hyun-Su closed the window and scrunched up near the wall, shaking. You sat down, trembling as well, in case you lost your balance. Both of you heard the girl call for help. Hyun-Su, still shaking, sprinted towards his computer set-up to grab the desktop screen. You were quick to catch on to the plan brewing inside his head and open the window. Without thinking much, he aimed the screen at the monster, which was slowly gliding inside the kids' apartment. Annoyed by the force, the creature dashed towards your apartment. You closed the window and ran away from it. Hyun-Su got a hold of the blue plastic stick to defend the two of you, and you grabbed yesterday's knife as well. The monster rushed towards you both. Hyun-Su jabbed the stick into one of its eyes as you slashed its skin. A loud snarl was made, and it wrapped itself around Hyun-Su, squeezing him tightly. Hyun-Su started to turn blue, and veins popped up from every part of his body.
"STOP! STOP!" you yelled as you continued ramming the knife into the creature. A loud bullet-like sound from outside made you jump. The creature loosened its grip around your roommate and reverted to outside the window-but only a part of it. His eyes were dismembered from his body; they fell to the floor and instantly turned ashy grey. Thankful for the save, you dropped to your knees next to Hyun-Su and helped him up.
"Are you okay?" you asked. Who would be okay after almost being killed by something inhumane?
"Mhm..." Hyun-Su replied, still in shock. "One hell of a prank this is, [Y/N]."
You helped him stand up, and the two of you approached the window. You supported a heavy-breathing Hyun-Su, holding him tightly-one of your hands on his arm and the other fastened on his waist.
You saw a man bringing us homemade canon down and gulping down on a bottle of a drink. Hyun-Su started to speak, supposedly thanking the man for saving him from an ugly death, but the man shushed him, whipping out a piece of paper with a text written on it.
'THEY MIGHT COME IF THEY HEAR ANYTHING.' The paper read: He dove inside the window to flip the page; the next read, 'THOSE THINGS DON'T DIE'. You made an understanding 'o' with your lips. The man signaled towards the kids; you saw their father get up as a monster, his long neck falling out of his body, and he walked away.
'DO YOU WANT TO SAVE THE KIDS?' The man wrote, and you and Hyun-Su immediately agreed. At this point, you had nothing to lose. You tugged on a hesitant Hyun-Su.
"We are way safer in the building than out there." Your soft voice felt like a brush of feathers on his face. But this wasn't the time for that. He nodded. The kind man wrote another message for you to read.
'IF YOU MAKE A CALL AND LEAVE THE PHONE ON, IT'LL MAKE A NOISE WHEN A MONSTER IS NEAR YOU.'
'COME WHEN YOUR MIND IS MADE UP.'
Hyun-Su picked up his earphones and plugged them into his mobile, calling 1-1-2 while you taped a knife on the blue stick, prepared him a weapon, and retrieved the taser you always kept in your bag from the bedroom; it was fully charged, but you couldn't say the same about your phone, which was barely alive at one percent. Your free hand took a tight hold on your large knife, and Hyun-Su opened the door.
"My name is Han Du-Sik. Your names?" He asked. The two of you greeted him with a short bow and introduced yourselves.
"You're a little shy, huh?" He asked Hyun-Su. Dodging the remark, Hyun-Su inquired how the three of you could save the kids.
Mr. Han rolled his chair to come out from behind his work desk.
"Should I?" He humored. Seeing a shocked expression on Hyun-Su's face, Du-Sik explained his physical state. "I used to be a legend in Cheonggyecheon. You heard? They can build any tank as long as you have a blueprint," he smiled kindly. Hyun-Su just hummed.
'How am I supposed to do this alone?' You heard him think and discreetly caressed the back of his palm with one of your fingers. Du-Sik observed it like an eagle; he noticed it almost immediately.
With a heavy sigh at the lack of response, Du-Sik continued.
"What that means is that I can transform your little stick into something more useful," he suggested. "Hand me that thing," Du-Sik said, raising his hand.
"What?" Hyun-Su blankly asked. You gave an annoyed sigh, and Du-Sik seemed to have lost some of his patience as well.
"Bring that over here. Your spear," he replied with a forced smile.
"Oh. This," Hyun-Su walked closer to Mr. Han; the knife faced him, so he leaned back. Hyun-Su stopped in his tracks and quickly turned around the stick to hand Mr. Han the stick by its handle. He earned a look laced with judgment.
Du-Sik was using his tools to engineer a sturdy tool; you were engrossed in the process, whereas Hyun-Su was zoned out, looking at a photo frame.
"Is she your girlfriend? You got to protect her too," he chuckled. You raised your eyebrows, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
'Maybe someday, yes...' Hyun-Su thought, continuing to be zoned out.
"Hey," Mr. Han called. He picked up his work and switched on a key. Currents glowed through the weapon. The crackling of the electricity brought your roommate back to reality, and he gasped at the weapon. "They still move around with their heads chopped off. A kitchen knife can't do the job. But this will do it."
A hopeful demeanor washed over Hyun-Su.
He asked, "You think... I can kill them with that thing?"
"No, you cannot," Mr. Han replied.
Suddenly, a loud, high-pitched ringing blasted in your eyes; you were being pulled away from your body, but figuratively. While their conversation moved forward, you excused yourself to use the restroom. Hastily, you closed the door. You felt your nose pouring out blood again, ruining your clothes and the floor under you. You sank onto the bloody floor and squeezed both of your ears shut. The ringing continued to get more unbearable; you felt as if your ears were going to start bleeding if this didn't stop immediately. You groaned in pain, and your head accidentally hit the bathroom door.
"[Y/N]?" Hyun-Su called out, his voice worried. He knocked on the door while calling to you; you had locked it from the inside and were too out of consciousness to open it.
There she was again, your evil clone, looking at you like you'd lost against her.
"So weak," she snickered mockingly at you. You have had enough of her; you wouldn't give in so easily, and you would put up a fight. Managing to draw breath into your lungs, you attempted to sit against the wall, failing each time. Your struggle was a comedy for her; watching you fail over and over gave her immense satisfaction.
"Go away," you mumbled. Your body was writhing in pain, but could it be your mind playing games? Have you jumped off of the sanity cliff? Hyun-Su's voice was coming back to you, and the ringing was going away.
"I can still free you from the pain. Tell me your desire, [Y/N]," a long grin was stretched on her face.
"GO AWAY!" You bellowed. Just then, Hyun-Su burst open the door. He found you curled up in the bathtub. He looked around to find everything- the sink, the floor, the curtains, the walls - was smothered with blood. He carefully made his way towards you.
"[Y/N]" he touched your shoulder softly, still keeping a distance. You looked at him, helpless. Your eyes were pitch black, just like the monster tormenting you. Hyun-Su inhaled a sharp breath.
"It's okay. Everything's okay. Please get up and come out." He rubbed your arms slowly, testing the waters. He supported you and put one of your hands around his shoulders. You limped out of the bathroom and to the sofa. Your eyes have now gotten back to normal.
Hyun-Su had a short talk with Mr. Han in the kitchen before leaving the apartment to go save the kids. Your eyes were closed. And soon you fell asleep.
You felt something sharp slash your arm.
"CRAP!" You yelled in pain and jolted awake. Your eyes adjusted to their surroundings. "Mr. Han!" You hissed at him, Mr. Han was to your very left, he held your knife which was covered in blood, supposedly yours. You hastily looked down at your palm to analyze the injury but it had already been healed.
"You're turning." He stated. You nodded slowly, accepting your fate. He would think of his safety first, the kids' safety, the residents'. In a situation so frightening, any potential threat was supposed to be eliminated immediately.
"What will happen to me?" Your voice was low and slow, you thought he'd back away from you, try to kill you immediately, but he didn't do any of that. He didn't answer your question either. You waited and waited for him to say something. The air was awkward and you blamed yourself for it. Questions like 'How did you start turning?' or 'How did this curse get to you?' or 'Will you survive?' began to surface, so even if Mr. Han might have said something later, you wouldn't have heard it. You only wanted Hyun-Su to be back.
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 1,399
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8 hours later...
You woke up after what seemed like 4 hours. It was already nighttime, with the winter air filling your room. Hastily heading to the bathroom you took a quick shower to calm yourself down, hoping to forget what you witnessed earlier today.
As you cleaned the steamy mirror in front of you, revealing your refreshed body with a towel wrapped around it, you squirted some face wash into your palm. But when you looked into the mirror again, you saw yourself. A second you. With eyes so deeply black, they looked like two empty voids. Your clone had an evil smile etched on her face, standing at the far back of the bathroom.
"What the fuck?" you murmured, looking at it through the mirror and rubbing your eyes.
"You know it was your fault, right?" she said and your heart dropped. You knew what she was talking about. You often thought apropos of your grandparents' deaths, reflecting on the circumstances and the impact they had on your life. The thoughts usually concluded with you blaming yourself. Thinking that if you had been there for them, to save them, if you hadn't gone to your friend's birthday party that night, things would've been different—happy—today. You exhaled a shaky sigh.
"No," you mouthed. "No, it's not my fault," you said, trying to convince yourself instead of the monster in your bathroom.
"Come on, [Y/N]. You know it is," she said, walking closer to you.
"It's not."
"But that's what you think about all the time. If you really knew it wasn't your fault, then why would you take the blame?" She asked, now exactly behind you, so you couldn't see her image in the mirror anymore. You turned around to face her, your body shaking with terror. A disturbing smile grazed her face yet again. Could this be another one of your nightmares? It felt so real, more than any of the dreams you've had since the past week.
"Go away. I know it's not my fault," you sternly replied, but somehow the evil you knew you were bluffing. The smile on her face only grew, turning into a horrifying grin.
"Oh, come now, tell me what you desire," she asked.
'To get back my grandparents,' you thought.
"Is it to get back your grandparents? I can do that." She moved her face so close to yours that the evil exuding from her filled your senses.
Although you knew getting them back wasn't possible, you couldn't figure out whether she was lying or not. Your mind flashed images of you with your grandparents, from the day you were born to the night you came back to a burning house, from the memories that could've only been forgotten but stored in your subconscious to the ones you had replayed in your head over and over for the past three months. You thought about what you desired. Was it getting your grandparents back? When your mind answered a 'no', you felt as relieved as you felt betrayed by yourself. Up until now, what you had wanted was your grandparents, but suddenly, when the situation started feeling like 'do or die', your mind told you the truth. You realized all you had been doing was clinging to them and the pain, not letting yourself catch a break, and tiring yourself with self-blame and self-hatred. What you truly desired was freedom from the miseries you had been mentally putting yourself through.
It was a dream.
You woke up trembling, expecting to find yourself on the cold ground where you had passed out, but instead, you were in your bed, tucked under the cozy and warm blankets. 'Hyun-Su must have put me here,' you thought. Feeling your clothes, you realized they were wet. You looked down and saw them drenched with sweat and blood. Blood that had dripped out of your nose while you had been asleep. Again.
You cleaned yourself up and walked out to the living room, where you saw Hyun-Su looking out the curtained windows from a small gap. His hands were on his face. You approached him slowly.
"Hyun-Su?" you called.
He slowly turned around to face you. His t-shirt, hands, and face were all bloody, just like yours a mere ten minutes ago.
"You're bleeding too?" you asked, eyes wide.
"You too?" Hyun-Su said lowly, surprised. Neither of you understood the cause of it. Was it just a viral infection? A new disease? Was it cancer? No. No, of course not.
Hyun-Su quickly hopped onto his computer, searching for answers. This was not something common or normal, so looking for answers had not been an easy task. But that's when he found an article that seemed to relate to the symptoms the most.
In the meantime, you opened your phone to check for any new messages. One caught your eye.
"EMERGENCY ALERTTHOSE WITH THE FOLLOWING SYMPTOMS MUST BE QUARANTINED IMMEDIATELY: NOSEBLEEDS, BLACKOUTS, OR SUDDEN AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOUR."
You gulped dryly.
"Hey, I found something." Hyun-Su brought you back to reality. You leaned in to see the text, and both of you read it together as Hyun-Su scrolled up.
"CRUCRU
IT'S NOT A DISEASE. It's a curse.
They complained of frequent nosebleeds and auditory hallucinations.
The cause could not be determined.
They weren't from here originally.
They came here because they showed symptoms.
They turned into miserable, desperate beings.
Every prediction was wrong.
It suddenly begins one day, and it never stops.
I was consumed by it, too.
Humans will not be able to overcome this.
If you have symptoms, kill yourself before it's too late.
Because being alive will harm others.
But if you decide to live to the end, there's something you must know.
That is..."
"That is?" you asked out loud. An error sound left the computer, and the screen showed a message of no internet connection. Hyun-Su refreshed the screen, but there wasn't any internet connection anymore.
"Fuck." You grumbled.
Suddenly, Hyun-Su's stomach made a loud and long growling sound.
"Will it still be there?" Hyun-Su asked.
"Yeah, maybe," you answered.
"What?" he asked.
"Uh, you asked whether the box of ramyeon was still there...?" You explained.
"I... didn't say it out loud," Hyun-Su stated, now confused as well.
"But... I heard you loud and clear."
There was a long silence. Hyun-Su got up to get a few bags of ramyeon. He opened the door carefully; you kept your distance from the door, retrieving a knife from one of the cupboards in the kitchen.
A low snarl was heard by the two of you. You knew it was somewhere close to you. You saw Hyun-Su tread backward and not make a noise when a clawed hand gripped the frame of your apartment's door. A creature with its head cut in half walked in, its ears long and sensitive to any kind of noise, which made sense because he had no means to see or smell. You followed Hyun-Su's protocol and sat adjacent to the wall in the living room, gripping your knife. The creature entered the apartment, attempting to smell its surroundings while also complaining about its inability to see. It walked further inside, scratching the walls with its fingers. Hyun-Su made the slightest slide of the ramyeon box while trying to grasp the mop handle stuck underneath it. It wouldn't have been heard by a normal person. Someone spoke on the building's intercom, testing out the mic to see if it was in good shape.
"I hear you," the monster said, slowly turning to where Hyun-Su was sitting, and one of its arms rapidly extended, destroying the speaker, which was right above Hyun-Su. Visibly shaking, the two of you saw the creature slowly walk out of the apartment, calling for Mr. Han and complaining about its sight issues.
Once the coast was clear, you ran to the door and locked it shut, making sure that you had locked it three times. There were a lot of things you were feeling: confused, scared, and helpless. Anything but numb—something you had been feeling since you came to live here. You turned around, and your eyes fell on a traumatized Hyun-Su. You walked up to him and tightly hugged his waist. A soft sigh escaped his mouth. He didn't hug back, but you had a hunch it gave him some sort of relief.
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 622
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Eerie sounds have been emanating from around your apartment since this evening. Though you didn't think much about it, something made your skin crawl with uneasiness as the sounds persisted.
Muffled sounds of crunching came from outside the door, and you initially thought about bad ramyeon packaging. But you had been way off.
You saw Hyun-su sprint inside the apartment and close the door; his expression was horrified as if he had just witnessed a murder.
"Woah, what happened?" you asked, hurriedly setting aside your bowl of soup and rising from the mattress.
"Cat. The cat..." He couldn't articulate coherent words. Hyun-su seemed utterly disturbed.
"What about it? Wait, let me go see—" Your sentence was cut off by a loud banging on your door.
"Fuck," Hyun-su whispered hastily, clearly overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed outside.
"What?" You questioned him.
"Hungry..." Someone, seemingly a woman, said from outside your door.
Hyun-su picked up the intercom caller, and you both could now see a distressed woman from the camera.
"Excuse me, Are you in?" She started. "Please help me."
"I'm so scared. Please help me."
"Is there nobody home?"
"Please. Help me. Please," she kept begging. "Hello?"
"Please help me."
"I'm scared."
"Hello?"
"Are you okay?" Hyun-su finally mustered the courage to speak to her.
"You're home," she mumbled.
"Did something happen?" you asked.
"I just came home, and the door was open, and it was a mess inside. And my cat is gone. The floor... It was covered in blood. Please, help me," she kept on talking, helpless.
"Okay, calm down. I'll call the police," Hyun-su suggested as he took out his phone from his pants pocket.
"Can't you stay with me?" She begged.
"What's going on?" Hyun-Su said to himself. Suddenly, there was no calling service. You checked your phone to see if maybe his phone was faulty, but no, the service was down.
"Please," she begged.
"Hang on," Hyun-su told her. You had started to get more scared with each passing second. Nothing about what was going on normal. On the contrary, it was heavily unsettling. Your gut was constantly alerting you, telling you to leave this place once you were safe.
"Please, can you open the door? I'm so scared. Please, can you stay with me? Please? Please. Please open the door. Open the door. Please. Please open the door," she kept on begging. Your heart started to beat unevenly.
"Well..." Hyun-su started carefully. "Can you show me your arms?" he asked. You shot him a confused look. But maybe this was what he saw; maybe this was what he ran away from a minute ago.
"What?" She asked, frozen.
"Your arms," he repeated. "Show me your arms,"
"What did you say?" She asked again as if she hadn't heard him the first time.
"Your arms. Show me your arms. Now," he ordered, and there was a sudden change in the woman outside. She turned aggressive. Ringing the bell again and again and banging on the door.
"I told you to open the door! Open it! Open the door! You asshole!" She screamed, blood pouring out of her nose. She went rabid.
The nosebleed was oddly familiar—heavy, like a tap open at full speed. Your heart didn't fit into your chest anymore. It thumped loudly as realisation washed over you. Were you going to turn into a monster too? You felt sick to your stomach. Unable to stand anymore, you rested on the nearest support you could find.
Nauseous, you threw up in the kitchen sink, not even realising that Hyun-su had already opened the door to confront the creepy lady.
There was no denying it. She wasn't human-like. Feeling lightheaded, you fell to the ground.
Author's Note: Greetings, loves! I am delighted to introduce "MONSTROSITY", a fanfiction series featuring pairing of Cha Hyun-su from the kdrama "SWEET HOME" and a fem!reader, authored by yours truly and originally published on Wattpad. I am thrilled to share this series here and on AO3 (though I'm still trying to figure out how to post there)! If you find yourself enjoying the story, kindly don't hesitate to show your support! I would immensely appreciate it! Wishing everyone well!
With affection,
Ava <3
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Chapter 1: Episode 1 - Part I
Warnings: death, gore, blood, fluff, mutual pining, monsters, Sweet Home spoilers, slow burn, self harm(mentioned almost negligible times), internal struggle and self conflict.
Word Count: 1,071
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"What the hell?" you whispered to yourself, waking up to a bed drenched with an unhealthy amount of blood that had seemingly oozed out from your nose while you were asleep. Not a single dot connected in your brain explaining why this suddenly happened.
"Hangover? Summer heat? Over-exercising?" You laughed audibly at your suggestions. Starting with the fact that you were a minor—merely 17 years old—about to turn 18 in a few months, it was winter, and you rarely exercised; metabolism was your best friend.
You were a pretty healthy and kind person, always maintaining a balanced diet, focusing on the good things life offered, never putting people down just for the sake of self-validity, and so much more.
The people in Green Home were peculiar, to say the least. You never failed to feel out of place. An angry man in his mid-age abusing his kind wife, a lazy watchman, a guy obsessed with his 'beauty'... But some people were just as kind as the others were cruel. Like the Korean language teacher guy who never failed to worship and thank the Lord, like the lady with her small Pomeranian pet dog, a selfless guy around your age who gave up studying medicine to pay for his sister's ballet classes, and his seemingly mean sister who had an unmistakable spark in her eyes. Those were a few people who piqued your interest when you transferred to this apartment scheme about three months ago.
Leaving your hometown wasn't easy, but it was the only thing you felt was best to do after your grandparents died in a house fire. Your parents never looked after you; they called you a mistake and a burden, but your grandparents raised you lovingly, maybe even better than how they raised your mother.
But now here you were, waking up in a crime scene-looking bed. Running the tap and filling a bucket with water, you added some amount of hydrogen peroxide to the blood-covered sheets and pillow covers. The day had itself started out difficult; god knows what would happen next.
You were running late for school—super late. Maybe all the completed homework would cool off the steam that might be brewing inside your first-period teacher this second. Making sure you had packed everything, you were ready to leave for school. Locking your apartment's door and greeting Mr. Jung Jae-heon in the elevator, you sprinted out the second it reached the ground floor.
You heard the loud machine cutting grass and the watchman who took charge of it. You ran through the pavement and then took a shortcut through the grass.
A cry left your throat when the blade of the grass-cutting machine almost slashed open your arm. It hit a metal board which stood right behind you. But you weren't the only one who feared for their lives in that second; a guy around your age, standing right in front of you, had his eyes wide open. The blade had passed from the front of his face. He had pitch-black hair, a little longer than the length most guys preferred to keep. Simple clothes and shoes, earphones, a keyboard, and a backpack accessorized his body.
"Sorry," you both said as you shuffled right and left to pass by each other. After another awkward apology, you both went your separate ways. No bus came to the place you lived, so there was no other choice but to walk, or for today, run at the speed of light.
The school had been tiring. Homework piled up on your mind yet again. Getting sleep was extremely rare for you. And with the monstrous nightmares you had been seeing recently, you were just too disturbed to close your eyes again. You dreaded nighttime.
Reaching your apartment, you opened the door to a dark room. The curtains had been closed, and the entire room was a mess. Following the light emitting from behind the kitchen counter, you found the boy you saw this morning sitting on the floor—on your floor—playing games on his desktop while reaching for his ramyeon bowl every 5 seconds.
You stormed towards the windows and belligerently opened the curtains. The boy hissed at the sunlight like a vampire and got up from the floor.
"What are you doing here?" you both asked at the same time.
"Well, to start, this is my apartment," you mentioned to him, your tone openly hostile. He raised an eyebrow at you and realized that you might be right. The apartment was well-furnished, clean, smelled good, was organized, and gave off a homely feeling. How could that have possibly gone unnoticed by him?
"Yeah, that makes sense," he said slowly, more to himself than to you. You scrunched your eyebrows, trying to figure out what he said. His voice was so low, it almost sounded like a hum.
"Do you want me to talk to the guard? This looks like a mistake. He must have forgotten the last vacant apartment was booked three months ago," you explained to him.
"No, he gives me the creeps," he replied, earning a light chuckle from you as an agreement.
"And this was that vacant apartment?" he asked. You nodded and waited for his response. When he didn't say anything and let a blanket of awkwardness wrap around the two of you, you suggested staying together as roommates.
"That way, we would only have to spend half the money for the rent. You can save even more money for your ramyeon." You humored him to relieve some tension, but he wasn't having any of it. He nodded and sat back down to pick up his bowl of fresh ramyeon, plugging in his earphones again. You sighed and beelined towards your room to change.
When night rolled in, you had made yourself some hot soup for dinner and an extra one for your new roommate. You offered him the bowl of his share, and to your surprise, he accepted it. Honestly, you thought he would deny it. He seemed like his staple was only ramyeon.
"I'm [L/N] [Y/N], what's your name?" You introduced yourself shortly.
"Hyun-su," his reply, was even shorter. You returned to your soup, taking a seat beside Hyun-su on the mattress.
A 'bing' sound escaped his phone; his staple was outside. He got up and beelined to the door. You enjoyed your soup in the meantime.
You're Stuck with Me - Co-written with @notafunkiller
Summary: When you find out your boyfriend's cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge sex.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word Count: 6.9K
Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, revenge fuck, language, oral sex (female receiving), protected and unprotected sex, praise and degradation mix, pet names, teasing, no mention of y/n
A/n: We are getting a little out of our comfort zone with this story. I hope you will enjoy it.
Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's an amazing writer. You should definitely check her Bucky Barnes stories.
All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.
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"Are you sure?" Bucky asks, finishing your bottle of sparkling water. "I don't want you to cry and regret it after."
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” You sound so confident that even you are surprised. “It’s just sex.”
"Just sex." He repeats with his eyebrows raised. "You never seemed to me like the type of girl who would go for just sex, doll."
“Maybe you should’ve paid a little more attention. You would’ve realized you might have the wrong kind of impression.”
"Oh, really?" He leans in amused. "Big words."
“They're not. You just aren’t used to talking to me.”
"You're telling me you're not a commitment girl?" He presses the matter, not believing you even a little. You two might not be friends, but he figured out what type of person you are.
“I’m just saying I won’t regret having sex with you. The rest is your assumption.”
His gaze immediately drops to your chest. "You trust my skills that much?"
You roll your eyes. “Do you have to be this arrogant all the time?”
"Do you have to be a brat all the time?" He doesn't wait for your response, though, as he continues. "Oh wait, you can't help it. Totally in your nature."
“So women who don't stroke your ego are brats? Maybe I just don’t care that much about you. Did you consider that?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice but nothing more. He always manages to challenge you and push your buttons. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who didn’t like those double dates. Get off your high horse.” You add without missing a beat. You realized how bored and uninterested he was then. No matter what topic you were bringing up, he wasn’t open. That’s one of the reasons why you believe he thinks he’s better than anyone.
"Fuck." He shakes his head. "You and that mouth of yours. Do you see me going around and calling women brats?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer. “Those dates were absolutely horrible. Your little boy toy is the biggest loser I've ever met."
“You seem like a guy who would do that. You are not? Ops, wrong assumption I guess.” You make a fake I am sorry face. “He’s not my boy toy but I agree, he’s a big loser.”
He smiles when you finish your sentence, so satisfied. "Why do you enjoy pushing me so much? Does it turn you on?"
“How am I pushing you? Do you think this is pushing?” You don’t budge.
"What is it then?"
“I know you don’t like me and I am just giving you back that same energy.” You tell him the truth. That’s what you always do: you give the same energy people give you. If they are kind, you are kinder. If they are assholes, you are a bigger asshole.
Bucky snorts, running a hand through his hair. "Where was this attitude hidden around him?"
You breathe out loudly, not hiding how bored you are. “Are we gonna talk all night or are we gonna do this?”
He smiles in a way you never saw him smile before he leans in even more, invading your space. "It's been that long, huh?"
You make a face. “You can’t tell me sex with her was great. I saw their little sex tapes.” You can’t deny what he’s just said, but you can deflect.
He gives you the most surprised face. "What?"
“You heard me. If it had been a while for me, then it must have been even longer for you.”
"Indeed." His voice doesn't betray any emotion.
“Then stop belittling me. We both have been having bad sex and we both got cheated on. You aren’t better than me.”
"When did I say that, woman?"
“You always act like you are better than everyone.”
"That's just your assumption." He paraphrases you with the biggest smile on his face
“Prove me wrong then.”
And he does, looking at you for a couple of seconds. When you don't move, he finally grabs you by your chin and kisses you. He's not hesitant or testing, he's literally trying to claim your mouth as he wants to deepen the kiss by licking your bottom lip. When you finally give him access, his hand goes to the back of your neck, the contrast between his soft touch and his passionate way of kissing making you moan.
"Your mouth…"
“What about it?” You ask while still looking at his lips.
He kisses you again, like he's starved, his hand pulling your hair a little more. He tastes like some fresh toothpaste and a little chocolate.
"So sweet, yet so bratty."
“Do you have a thing for brats for something?” You pull him by his collar and kiss him again. He might be an asshole, but he knows how to kiss.
"Maybe just for a special brat."
“What does that mean?” You stop and look into his eyes.
He lets go of your hair and lowers his hands to your waist. "Tell me to stop and I will. Tap me anywhere if you can't talk and I'll stop. Get it?"
“Yeah. Same goes for you. Any lines you don’t wanna cross?”
"Just don't call me by someone else's name." He sighs.
“Fine by me. Don’t use any pet names you used for your ex.”
"I wouldn’t dream of it. What else?" He smirks.
“No degrading.”
"So no my little whore?”
“That doesn’t sound like degrading to me but another rule: Don’t say things you don’t mean. I don’t like that heat-of-the-moment bullshit.”
He seems to like your rules. "God, how did you date that asshole for 5 months?"
“I was just giving that so-called nice guy a chance and it got me here. How did you date that bitch for 8 months?”
"Woah. Bitch? Never heard you referring to a woman like this."
“I never liked her.” You shrug. And she cheated on him. So why not?
"Why?"
“I don’t know. I always thought she was full of herself. Always looking down at people.”
"Like me." He stares at you. "I understand."
“Not like that. She always talks badly about people. Most of the time, behind their backs. She always looks for a way to steal the spotlight. I actually wondered what you saw in her.”
"I won't talk about a woman badly, especially my ex, but I guess we just want to give people a chance."
“That woman cheated on you. With someone she called her best friend after you two decided to move in together. Maybe longer. But sure, make me feel bad about calling her a bitch.”
Bucky seems to think about it for a few seconds. You appreciate his non-talking shit about my ex policy, but in this case? Not deserved. They cheated on you for months. They could have chosen to break up, but they didn't want that. They pretended they are just friends, proposed double dates, lied and hid, and made promises. Your relationships weren't working perfectly well, your sex lives seem very shitty and probably there were signs about this affair, but you cannot blame yourself or Bucky for not seeing them. You deserved the truth. You just can't believe you two are actually in this situation. Giving the wrong people a chance… never again for sure.
"You're right. This is such a fucking shitty thing. I mean, at least fucking break up with me. God, we kissed them, fucked them after they were with each other." He makes a disgusted face.
“So we practically fucked each other already, you know?” You make a joke, trying to change the mood a little. It really is fucked up.
"They didn't see us having sex though." He shakes his head. "They managed to make the lamest sex tapes in history."
“Yeah, I am still traumatized by her fake moans.”
"Fake?" He snorts.
“Yeah, I know how sex is with him. No way those moans are real.”
"Maybe they are. Maybe she enjoys it. She likes him so much they decided this fucking shitty sex is worth it." He leans in and kisses you again suddenly and you don't understand if he's angry because he regrets being with her and getting cheated on or he regrets being betrayed because he wants her so much. You know they fought a lot from your soon-to-be ex, but 8 months are something after all.
You kiss him back nonetheless, enjoying the way his lips and tongue feel. You don't remember the last time you've been kissed this good. If you've ever been with someone like this… he's basically eating you with his mouth.
“It won’t take long for her to regret it. Talking from experience,” you say while kissing him back. You wanna know if he wants her back or not. Not that it matters. You are just curious. Maybe he wants to make her jealous.
"What she wants doesn't matter anymore, doll." He strokes your hair when he stops kissing you so you can take a deep breath. "You called me arrogant, right?"
“Yeah?” You answer hesitantly.
"Do arrogant people ever let themselves be humiliated?" He pauses. "I don't want something like this. Someone like this. I have absolutely no desire to keep a person who does this. I am a patient person, I try to work things out, but this? Never in a fucking million years. Nothing about this relationship was right, I suppose. What about you?"
“I don’t care about him anymore.” Your response comes immediately. You were completely done with him the moment you found out about their affair. There’s no turning back. It was like a switch. That’s why you are here with Bucky. “I tried so hard to make it work, thinking relationships are hard and we gotta put some effort to make it work. All bullshit. I’m done with him. I’m done with lowering my standards. Done with 5-minute sex, and ‘you turn me on so much, I can’t help it’ excuses. There’s no going back for me.”
You see his little smirk and can't help but touch his face. He is really one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.
"I never liked him, and you know it. That small dick energy is unbearable. I think he'd have a heart attack if he even heard us. Can you imagine?"
“I… actually can.” You can envision how that would hurt him and his insufferable ego. “God, she would hate me so much.” You smile.
"Oh, she would. She's always been jealous of you anyway."
“And he hates that you don’t even have to be nice to make people like you. Now he would have an extra reason.”
"Fuck, doll." You feel his thumb on your neck and you shiver. "I'm gonna sound crazy, but wouldn't make you feel satisfied if indeed they heard us?"
You blink, trying to understand his offer. That actually would actually give you pleasure… knowing that he suffers just like you did. You also notice the pet name he uses. You never heard him use it with his (ex) girlfriend, so he’s keeping his promise. “I’d… really like that.”
"Yeah?" He leaves a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "A voice message?"
“Sounds better than actually calling.” You turn your face a little and kiss him on the lips.
"Look at you, you ignored me for months." He bites your bottom lip lightly.
“It wasn’t like you were friendly.”
Does he even hear you?
He takes you in his arms. "Bedroom?"
“Bedroom.” You wrap your legs around his torso in agreement as he leads the way.
"Left?"
“Yeah, hurry up.”
He opens the door with his elbow, then doesn't bother to close it as he lets you down. His hands find your blouse and you hear the ripping sound before you can raise your arms.
You’re surprised but not bothered. Truth be told, you find that very hot. But you still unclip your bra.
“Fucking hell.” He manages to whisper before he leans in and grabs your breasts, his tongue licking all the way down from your neck to your nipple.
You tug on his T-shirt and try to take it off while he’s busy exploring your body.
"You hid these from me."
“Not specifically from you. Move your hands up so I can take this off.”
"From who then?" He frowns and lets go for a second so you can take it off.
“From everyone, of course.”
"God, I wanna come all over them. So pretty.”
“Maybe you should make a mental list. Come on her tits. Come inside her mouth. Come inside her pussy.”
His eyes glow, and you giggle. "Who said I didn't?"
“You did?” You sound impressed. “Wanna share?”
"Wanna share my come? Sure." His fingers find your zipper and you gasp when he takes your pants off from one try.
“Oh, you are filthier than I thought.” You say to cover your surprise.
"You thought about how filthy I am?"
“You think I didn’t consider how this would be before offering a revenge fuck?”
"When?" He takes ahold of your underwear, and you're unsure if he wants to rip it off or simply take it off.
“I just told you.”
"I thought…" He blushes, realizing he misunderstood. It's an asshole move to assume that while you were with that prick, the thought of him like this has even passed your mind. "Forget it."
“No, no, tell me.” You pull him closer by his belt. “Let’s get rid of these.”
"Did you ever think about me before today?" He helps you take off his pants while finally getting rid of your panties.
“What if I did? Does it make me a terrible person?”
"Terrible." He nods, letting the pieces of your underwear drop on the floor along with his boxers and pants before he steps out of them. "So terrible." He kisses you, his hands on your hips, bringing you closer to his cock. You didn't even have proper time to look at him. "The worst."
“I knew it.” You play along. “What about you?”
"I thought about this mouth a lot."
“Just my mouth?” You nudge him by moving your hips up.
"Thought about fucking you in the bathroom."
“When?” Did he really want to fuck you before? He never looked at you twice or at least that’s what you thought.
"A few weeks ago… we… the office. You were with your little group. They were smoking and you wore that fucking lipstick that just blew my mind away. I didn't intend to. You didn't even notice me." He kisses you again but doesn't deepen it.
Everything he said takes you by surprise. You didn’t think that he ever paid attention to you, let alone notice your lipstick and get turned on by it.
“I noticed you, but I thought you were bored. You had a grumpy look on your face most of the time. I liked your blue shirt, though. It makes your eyes pop.”
He moans. Is it so easy to make him moan? you wonder.
"I'm always grumpy and arrogant, of course."
“You don’t seem that grumpy and arrogant right now.” You gently bite his neck and then soothe the spot with your tongue.
"Fucking hell, woman." You feel him grabbing your ass. "Tell me you have a condom."
“In that drawer.” You point to it casually. “But just so you know, I’m on the pills.”
He nods, contemplating for a little while before helping you get on bed and taking a condom from your nightstand.
You don’t question why he chooses to reach for it, yet you can’t help but wonder how it would be like to feel him without any barrier. Your mouth waters at the sight of his naked body.
Maybe, maybe you should let him fuck your mouth, too. Why not?
He quickly puts the condom on and before he can climb on bed, he looks at you. "What you said earlier about the voice message, do you still stand by it?"
You realize you actually forgot about them or why you are doing this for a second. “Yeah. I want them to suffer.”
"Good." He takes his pants from the floor and finds his phone quickly. You didn't even realize he had it when you undressed him.
“So what are we doing exactly? Recording a small part and sending it?”
"Ihm." He nods. "Want that asshole to hear what your real moans sound like." He finally sits on the bed and you spread your legs further apart.
“Only my moans?” You ask while he positions himself.
"No video," he says immediately, and you giggle. That wasn’t your question, but it’s okay. You wonder if he’s being possessive with you already or it's something else.
“I meant what about your moans.”
He smiles. "Yeah, of course, but I'm not a loud person." He drops the phone close to your shoulder. "You, on the other hand… I bet you're a fucking screamer."
“I guess we'll find out. Is it recording already?”
"No, uhm, can you… The code is 0478."
“Let’s start and then we can record when it gets really loud.” You try to sound normal, but you are surprised he's just told you his passcode.
"You sure? We can trim it. I don't want to interrupt you."
"Don't worry. I'm good at multitasking." You give him a smile. "But if you wanna record the whole thing, so you can get off to it later, just say that." You can’t help but tease him a little.
"No, no, it's alright. I just want you to feel good, okay?" He smiles, his hands making their way to your thighs.
"Oh, I will. Don't worry about that." You pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his body. As he pushes inside, you start to forget what you were talking about before.
"Oh, fuck me." He groans when he sees the shape of your mouth. Such a perfect O. You feel so good and he's not even halfway inside you. "You're so wet."
"I can do that." You cheekily respond. "But we would need to change the position." You ignore his second comment.
He kisses you as if he needs to taste you again to be able to breathe, his tongue quickly finding yours once you open your mouth. Your hand gets into his hair at the same time he properly gets inside you.
You moan at the fullness. You haven't felt this stretched for so long, but it doesn't hurt. It just makes you crave more.
"Such a brat when you only needed a good cock." You know he's intentionally teasing you, so you try to find a good response.
"We'll see how good it is."
"Brat." He repeats again and moves his hands to your breast. His thrusts are not constant as he tries to test what you like.
"Put your mouth on them already." You know he wants to. He has been looking at them since he stepped inside your apartment. And you want him to do it, too. The thought itself makes you moan.
"Are you ordering me?"
"Depends. Yes, if you like that. No, if you don't."
He takes a handful of your breast in his mouth in response, not only your nipple, his thrusts getting slower, but a little deeper at the same time. The sound of his tongue licking on your skin makes you close your eyes.
The way he sucks your nipple makes you think he likes taking orders. What a great turn of events, you think.
He switches to the other one quickly, giving it the same treatment, while keeping the pace.
"Do you like it?"
“Yeah, yeah.” You quickly respond. “I love it.”
"Faster?"
“Yep, faster.” You gently push his head onto your breast again, loving the double stimulation.
He moans excitedly as he resumes licking and playing with your breasts, carefully trying to leave a hickey around your nipple. "These are mine now."
He doesn’t mean that, does he? Must be the heat of the moment, but you agreed on not doing that. So you decide to remind him. “Don’t say things you don’t actually mean, remember?”
"I didn't forget, brat. Did you?"
He bites on your nipple, gently, but you still feel it.
“So you actually mean that?” You really want to know, so you ignore the fact that he called you a brat again.
"Mean what?" He leaves a kiss on your nipple to soothe any possible pain. "That these are mine?"
“Yeah.” You sound impatient. Why is he acting clueless now?
"They are, they belong to me. So does your bratty mouth." He kisses you shortly.
You can’t deny how his words turn you on even more.
"I imagined fucking you in a bathroom that day at the office." He groans. "So terrible of me, right? Imagining you with come dripping out of you, down to your thighs as you go back to work. Months of petty silence solved."
“If I'd known my silence bothered you that much, I would have been even more silent until it drove you crazy enough to do something about it.” You move your hips up to match his rhythm. “I just thought you just preferred not speaking to me because you didn’t like me.”
"I would have screwed everything up and fucked you, you understand?" He looks you in the eye, making it clear he is honest. "I would have become a horrible person, but not even that thought would have made me reconsider."
“Yet you didn’t do anything, did you? You never acted on it. You were just a grumpy man with terrible thoughts.” You just want him to know he’s not a horrible person, yet you can’t help but tease him a little at the same time.
"And you just needed the cock of that grumpy man with terrible thoughts, huh?" His thrusts are so much faster now. You wonder: how the fuck does he expect you to answer?
All you can do is whine and moan because somehow he manages to hit all the right places.
"My little cock whore." He groans. "Mine, okay? Just like I am yours."
“Jesus fucking Christ.” You can’t help but react. You find it so hot you can barely stay still. The way he talks during sex… They would really die if they heard you two. That makes you remember… You were supposed to hit the record button.
"Just Bucky. Or James."
“Where the fuck is your phone, Bucky?” You ask while trying to find it without actually looking.
He's confused for a split second, but then he remembers what you agreed on. "To your right."
You finally find the phone and unlock it quickly before dropping it without any care as soon as it starts to record.
"Oh, doll, you're too wet for me. So good." The sound of your skin slapping and the whimpers are so loud. You can’t contain yourself even if you try.
“Faster, please,” you say without thinking. It feels like you are already close. You don’t care if you have to beg for it.
"So greedy." He cries out when he feels your hands on his ass, pulling him deeper inside you.
“Fuckk. That feels good!” You moan loudly and arch your back.
"Holy shit."
He suddenly stops, making you open your eyes and giving him an accusatory look, but then you notice the phone in his hands. Oh, you forgot about it for a second and you have no idea why.
"Are you sending it?"
"Ihm." He doesn't just lock his phone after he is done. He freaking turns it off, surprising you. “I don’t want any interruptions. Want to fuck you in peace.”
You just pull him into another kiss, more passionate this time. You feel his right hand on your tummy, tickling you a little, before stopping down, above your clit.
“You close?” You ask him to make sure because you surely are.
"I'm trying not to come," he says honestly.
“Oh, you can. I’m close, too. I just need it a little faster.” His hand on your clit already makes you realize it won’t take much for you to fall apart.
He pulls back, taking his cock almost completely out, and the emptiness makes you whine. Then he thrusts with full force, making you moan so loudly that you can’t recognize your own voice.
"Fuck, look at you. And those sounds…" He brings his thumb to your lips. "Come on, be a good girl and show me how your pretty little mouth would take my cock. The one that's inside your pussy right now, ready to come for you."
“Such a filthy mouth.” You say while moaning. “Come with me so I can take that cock inside my mouth and show you what it can do.”
"God, come, baby. Please come." He is begging you at this point. His voice is so desperate and soft.
His neediness, the way he says those words finally pushes you off the edge.
“Oh god.” You try to breathe as the orgasm takes over your body, making you shake. Your mouth opens, letting out the most unfiltered moan you've ever heard from yourself. It is pure pleasure with no thoughts, no worries. Your heart and your head are on fire, begging for more. You want this feeling to last as long as possible.
He comes shortly after you, but you don't realize it until you hear his loud groan vibrating against your chest. His hips and ass cheeks are trembling under your touch as he seems lost in his world for a few seconds. You run your fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come down from his high.
“Oh god, baby." You feel his breath on your wet skin and you sigh. "Can I live here forever?"
“That good?” You can’t help but ask. He can feel your smile without looking at you.
He looks up. "Ihm. What about you?"
“Wanna get your ego stroked?” You ask genuinely. “Promise that you’re not gonna use it against me.”
He kisses your throat. "I don't make such promises, woman."
“Then you won’t get to hear it.” You expose your throat more while talking.
"What if I eat the truth out of you?"
“Eat the truth out of me?”
"Ihm. You know… when you're under sex spell, you become truthful."
“You are welcome to try.” There’s no way you are gonna turn down another orgasm like this one.
"Perfect." He leaves another kiss on the valley between your breasts and sighs. "Have to take this off first," he says, taking his cock out with a small hiss before standing up near the bed, watching you. "Where can I throw this away?"
“There’s a trashcan in the bathroom.” You point at it while getting more comfortable on the bed.
"Be right back."
You feel something cold on your back and realize it’s his phone. You put it on the nightstand, thinking about how he turned his phone off in the middle of the sex. You make a mental note to ask him to send you that voice message later, so you can remember how good the sex felt.
He comes back with your small semi-wet towel and watches you carefully. "Look, I meant what I said about eating the truth out of you, but only if you are okay with it. I won't ask again. I could always just leave, you know? No big deal." But you can see in his face it would be a big deal. Maybe he likes your company. The sex is amazing.
“Do you wanna leave, Bucky?” You already know his answer.
"No, I don't."
“Then come here and do whatever you wanna do.”
He doesn't need to be told twice. You watch him drop to his knees and, at the same time, drag you closer to the edge of the bed as quickly as he can. You let out a surprised gasp, but it turns into a whole moan when he lifts your legs on his shoulders and starts licking you from your entrance to your clit.
“Fuck, you weren’t joking.”
He acknowledges your words by playing with his tongue around your clit. You move your hips slowly, up and down, just to create a little more friction. Your greed grows while you watch him eagerly lick every bit of your pussy.
You don't expect to feel his fingers at your entrance all of the sudden as you're focused on his tongue. And you especially don't expect him to curl two of his fingers and get them inside you at once. No warnings.
“Oh fuck, yes!” You find yourself grabbing his hair, just needing something to hold on to.
And he moans, buckling his hips in the air at the slight pain. The pace of his fingers matches his tongue, but it's not enough.
“Add the third finger.” You sound desperately close.
He is surprised, you can sense it, but he quickly does what you say, his tongue eagerly toying with your clit faster than before.
“I’m so close!” You warn.
He stops licking for a little and you try to move your hips to meet his mouth. What the fuck is he doing? No time for edging.
"What were you gonna say, doll? What did you think it would stroke my ego?"
“What?” You raise on your elbows, looking like a mess. “Really?”
"If you want my tongue, you give me an answer."
“You are unbelievable!” You sound so betrayed.
"I warned you not to cry, doll."
You really want to keep that thought to yourself, but the ache between your legs doesn’t care about your pride. “I can’t believe you are doing this right now.”
He gives you a small smile, and you see him leaning in again. You think you won, getting more comfortable, ready to come soon, but he only licks you twice, teasingly, and lets your clit go.
"Do what?"
You whine loudly. The feeling of his tongue lingers on your clit. “You wanna play dirty?” Maybe you can’t win this fight, but it doesn’t mean you can’t win others. “Fine.” You sit up a little, looking into his eyes. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Happy now?”
"Delighted. Now was it so hard? You get a reward for being my good and honest girl."
“Yeah, whatever.” You roll your eyes.
"Fucking brat," you hear him whisper right before his tongue finds your clit again, finally licking it in circles properly. He starts to move his fingers, too, and even though they are obviously not even close to the thickness of his cock, they feel incredible.
But you are too annoyed now, at the same time. A part of you just wants to hold back and not give him the pleasure of hearing you come. So he tries harder. You hear him whimpering as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking on it. And you swallow a moan while your legs are trembling.
"Come on, baby." His fingers move faster, too. "Let it go."
Your whole body starts to shake uncontrollably, but you keep your moans to yourself, pressing your lips together tightly just out of spite. You can see he hates it, but he doesn't stop until you finish coming. And it feels amazing, but you are sure it would have been even better if you had let yourself enjoy it freely.
He sighs into your clit and leaves a kiss there before he stands up. "You're mad."
“No shit, Sherlock.”
"Ah, doll. Nothing can tame that mouth."
“More like actions and consequences. I wasn’t ready to share that, but you forced me to say it for an orgasm, so that’s what you get. An orgasm. Nothing more, nothing less.”
"Forced?" His face shows concern as he sits next to you. "That wasn’t my intention. The last thing I want is to make you feel trapped.” He seems like he’s confused. He looks around and meets your gaze again. “Do you want me to leave?"
“If you wanna leave, just leave, but if that wasn’t really your intention, you can start with apologizing.”
"I am sorry," he immediately says, taking your hands into his. "I was just trying to… be silly I guess."
“You wanted your ego stroked, I get it. We both need it after what happened, but… I don’t know. I just felt exposed.”
"I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek. "I might be a grumpy arrogant son of a bitch, but forcing…"
You start to tear up, hearing him say sorry this quickly. Fucking relationship trauma.
"Oh god, baby, I am sorry, I didn't…" he tries to wipe your tears with his thumbs. "I'm a jackass, but I swear I wasn't trying to force you. I thought it was just a game. My bad."
“No, no. This is on me. Sorry.” You try to take a deep breath. “He just never said sorry no matter how hurt I was. He always had an excuse. This is just… trauma I guess.”
"What a fucking douchebag. I can fuck him up really good, you know?" He suggests. "Just say the words."
“He’s probably already fucked up by the fact that we are fucking.” That thought cheers you up a little.
"His face deserves it, too." Bucky puffs and kisses your wet cheeks. "To be honest, this whole should I leave question comes from my relationship trauma, too. So you’re not alone. She either wanted me to leave or she left every fucking time we disagreed on something. She once threw my shoes out of the window just so I'd go. I don't know why we kept trying…"
“Oh.” You finally understand why he keeps offering to leave. It isn't about you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I thought you were just trying to get out when things get hard.”
"Don't be sorry. I prefer to talk on the spot, to be honest. Letting everything out is healthier. Don't "
“Or take a break whenever it’s needed. Doesn’t mean you have to leave though.”
"Yeah! Exactly."
You laugh a little. You never realized how similar you two are. Today is changing your perspective completely. “Your apology is accepted by the way, but under one condition.”
"What is that?'
“Tell me something about yourself that you don’t want me to know.”
He thinks for a second. "My breath smells like death in the morning. I can make your plants die if you let me."
You shake your head, amused. “That’s not good enough. Everyone’s breath smells bad in the morning.”
"What do you wanna know then?"
“Something on the same level of having your best orgasm.”
"I think you broke me."
“What?”
"You broke me." He repeats as if that is an explanation.
“In what way?”
He kisses you just as desperately as he did in the kitchen, as if this is the first time he kisses you and he can't ever get enough. "I want you for more than one time, do you understand?"
“Oh. Well… That can be arranged.”
"Yeah?" He drags you by your hips, placing you on top of his thighs.
“I would actually like that.”
He kisses you some more, letting his hands wander all over your body, stopping especially on your neck and breasts.
"You like it rough, don't you? Not complaining about me ripping your clothes off, loving the bites." He pulls your hair, just to prove his point in case you deny. You moan.
“Yeah, apparently you like it rough, too.” You don’t deny. Why would you?
"Of course I do, brat." He then turns you around suddenly. "All fours, please."
“Since you asked so nicely,” You stop for the dramatic effect and say as sarcastically as possible: “Boss.”
"Wanna make me your boss?"
“You are already acting like one.” You stand on all fours, pushing your ass back while lowering your head.
"Fuck! You're such a sight, you know?" Bucky's eyes don't leave your body.
“Am I?”
"I wanna look at you like this all day long."
You look at him amused. “I’m afraid I don’t have that much patience.”
You notice him shaking his head. "Of course."
“It’s rude to make me wait like this, you know?”
"Sorry, just wanted to remember this." Bucky feels a little bad for the thoughts he has. He mentally took a picture of you cause he can't ask this from you, right? You're not a couple, and even if you were, it doesn't mean exchanging or keeping photos like this would be okay.
His hips touch your ass as he positions himself at your entrance. "Any limits that come to your mind? I won't ask again."
“We already decided on the rules. I don’t think there’s anything besides them.”
"I'm not gonna hold back this time." Not completely… he grabs a handful of your hair as he thrusts inside you. "I'm gonna pound the fuck out of you and you're gonna take it like a good little girl, understand?"
“I understand. You won’t stop until I say stop.”
"Jesus Christ." He moans halfway inside you at the feel of your extra wet pussy. He feels out of breath just by standing still. "How…"
“Oh, fuck.” You nearly choke. It feels unbelievably good. This position is doing wonders.
"I didn't think-" he says, but at the same time doesn't move an inch. "Fuck, it feels too good, this pussy is driving me crazy. You are driving me crazy." He grips your hair harder without warning and starts to thrusts properly inside you, making sure to squeeze your left breast with his free. The sounds of your wet skin slapping make him curse under his breath.
“You didn’t think what?” You sound out of breath already.
"I cannot fuck you with condoms again." Technically he can, but he doesn’t want to.
You smile widely. “Why is that?”
"Because I am completely fucked."
“You like it that much?”
"Like it?" He puffs, unamused, and starts to finally pound you the way he imagined a few weeks ago. Maybe even harder.
“Oh, fuck!” Yep, he’s right. You are fucked, too.
"You might need to fix me very often, you know?" He drops his hand from your hair just to properly grab your hips. You can barely keep your position like this, his thrusts are so deep.
“Fix you?”
"Yeah. Fix my cock." Oh, that’s what he means.
“We can fix each other then.”
"Ihm." He doesn't say much after this, too focused on kissing your back and keeping the pace at the same time. He's ready to come any minute.
“Harder, Bucky. Please!” You need to come. Really desperately.
"How much harder?" He thrusts a little harder. "More or like this?"
“As hard as you can.”
He doesn't disagree with you, but you know he's holding back even when he pushes harder. And harder. And harder.
"I'm gonna come," he manages to moan. "Fuck I'm gonna come inside you, gonna make a mess. Tell me you… t-tell me you want my come."
“I want your come, Bucky, please. p
Please, come with me!” You are already shaking uncontrollably.
"Fuck." That's all you get from him before he's coming, his fingers digging so hard into your skin that you moan again, dizzy from your orgasm.
He keeps moving, making a mess, indeed. It’s already dripping out, you can feel it.
"I came so much." You hear him say suddenly through fogginess.
You smile, resting your head on the bed still, feeling unable to move.
"Not gonna say anything?"
“I died and went to heaven.” You murmur. The orgasm is still running through your veins, making you twitch here and there.
"I've been in heaven for a while."
You finally turn around and look at him. “It was so fucking good.”
"No words." He slowly gets out of you and you notice how happy he is, not taking his eyes off your pussy. "It's gonna start dripping… all over your thighs and sheets. What a nice mark." He even brings a finger to your entrance and pushes back some come.
“Do you have a breeding kink or something?” You smile while asking.
"A breeding kink?"
“Yeah, do you know what it is?”
"Something to do with my come inside you?" He teases. His confusion seems to fade away.
“Yeah, and getting me pregnant.”
He groans, closing his eyes.
“They do that pushing the come back inside thing most of the time.”
"I guess I have a breeding kink." He smiles, accepting it instantly, and finally closes the gap to kiss you. "You might not get rid of me now."
“I knew it!” You point at him with your finger. “I wasn’t gonna get rid of you anyways.”
"Wanna keep me as your boy toy?"
“You wanna be my boy toy?” Your whole face lights up.
"You look quite excited."
“I never had a boy toy before.”
"No?" He shakes his head. "Time to change that. And as your boy toy, I should always make sure you're having a good time." He surprises you by spreading your legs again.
“No, no, no, no. It’s my turn.”
Bucky shakes his head. "Need to get you clean, and then we can do whatever you want, alright?"
“You are really something else.” You sound amazed.
He smirks. "And you're stuck with me. You're all mine now."
You don't get to say anything anymore as you feel his tongue at your entrance. So you just grab his hair, closing your eyes, your exes long forgotten.
Hi I'm not sure if your requests are still open but could you do some really domestic fluff with will having a family where hee says something like he wouldn't wish for anything else BTW I love your fics for will 🙌
please and thank you 🤍
A perfect weekend
(Will Poulter x fem!reader)
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(A one-shot fanfiction)
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Song recs:
Golden - Harry Styles
Here With Me - d4vd
Golden Hour - JVKE
Warnings: none, fluffy asf
Word Count: 770
Summary: Will is super sweet, and having a family with him is like putting together the best song life has to offer.
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Author's Note: This was another request in my inbox for a while and I feel so bad about not seeing this before because writing this really got me in my feels! 🥹
Anyway, thank you so much @sublimemusic-rebel for this request!
Thank you for being so patient and kind <3
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(he is the CUTEST oml.)
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Under the warm embrace of the golden sun, you and Will spread a cozy blanket on the lush grass, setting up the perfect picnic in a picturesque meadow. The air was filled with the inviting aroma of homemade sandwiches, fresh fruits, and sweet treats, creating an enticing atmosphere for the day's family outing.
Will's eyes twinkled as he surveyed the magical setting, a perfect backdrop for spending time with you, his beloved wife, and your two lively children, Lily and Oliver. Your radiant smile mirrored the joy in his heart as you assisted in arranging the picnic basket,. Love enveloped the two of you.
As Lily and Oliver chased butterflies and giggled through the meadow, their laughter adding to the symphony of nature, Will couldn't help but admire the scene before him. "Looks like the perfect day, doesn't it?" he said, casting a glance your way.
You grinned in agreement, your heart overflowing with happiness. "Perfectly, Will. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend our weekend. And this meadow is simply magical!"
With a tender kiss, you sealed your love amid the tranquility of the meadow. Sitting together on the blanket, surrounded by the sounds of nature and the rustling leaves, you shared a moment of quiet connection, appreciating the beauty of the day.
"I love our family," Will whispered, his gaze filled with affection, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Me too, Will. Lily and Oliver bring so much happiness into our lives," you replied, reflecting on the joy your children brought into your world.
Watching Lily and Oliver play in the distance, Will's pride swelled. "They're growing up so fast, aren't they? Seems like just yesterday, Lily took her first steps."
You chuckled, memories of those precious moments flooding back. "And Oliver's first word was 'dada.' You were over the moon!"
Will grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Best moment of my life, hearing that little voice call me 'dada.' But you know what's even better? Seeing them grow up surrounded by so much love and happiness."
With Lily and Oliver returning, their faces flushed with excitement and a bouquet of wildflowers in hand, the family continued their picnic, sharing laughter and stories. The sun began its descent, casting a warm and radiant palette across the sky.
"You both have the sweetest hearts. Thank you for the flowers, my little darlings," you said, moved by the thoughtful gesture of your children.
As the children scampered off again to explore the meadow, Will and you were left alone on the blanket. Watching Lily and Oliver play, your hearts swelled with love.
"Y/N," Will began, his voice sincere, "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you and our beautiful children. Every day feels like a dream, and I never want to wake up from it." He pecked one of your bare collar bones, "You make every moment special. I cherish the life we've built together, and I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Intertwining your fingers with his, he spoke after a pause, "You know, sometimes I find myself just watching you, amazed at the incredible woman you are. You're the heart of this family, and I'm endlessly grateful for you."
As Lily and Oliver played in the distance, their laughter echoing through the meadow, you shared a tender kiss. "And you, Will, are the rock that holds us all together. Your love and warmth make us home."
You sat in comfortable silence for a moment, basking in the love that surrounded you. The sun, now a fiery ball of orange and pink, painted the sky with its final strokes of brilliance.
"I was thinking," Will said, breaking the quiet moment, "about how having you and the kids in my life makes me the richest man in the universe. I have everything I could ever want right here."
You smiled, your eyes shimmering with affection. "You're my greatest treasure too, Will. Our love, our family—it's more valuable than any riches the world could offer."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the meadow, Will wrapped his arm around you. You sat together, savoring the beauty of the moment and the richness of your love.
"And you know," Will added, "watching the sunset with you, surrounded by the laughter of our children, it feels like a glimpse of paradise."
Resting your head on Will's shoulder, you gazed at the fading light. Humming in agreement, you replied to him, "This, right here, is our little piece of heaven. And I'm grateful for it every day."
idk if your still taking will poulter requests can u do one where the reader has like really bad period cramps or stuff like that and its just straight up fluff :D
Cuddles and Comfort
(Will Poulter x fem!reader)
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(A one-sho(r)t fanfiction)
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Song recs:
I Love U - The Chainsmokers
Just the Two of Us (feat. Bill Withers) - Grover Washington, Jr. and Bill Withers
Warnings: none, fluff
Word Count: 531
Summary: Will being the greenest flag and comforting the reader (who's on her period) on a rainy day.
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Author's Note: This request was in my inbox for such a long time and I sincerely apologize for not seeing it sooner. It's such a relatable storyline!
(And I wish I would've had Will to comfort me through my period!)
Thank you so much @chxrrysprxut for this request!
As for requests, they were, indeed, closed for a while. I go on and off but I fulfill every request I am comfortable with!
Thank you for being so patient and kind <3
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The soft hum of the rain tapping on the windows provided a soothing background melody as you curled up on the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket. The cozy ambiance of your shared apartment was comforting, yet your body ached with the discomfort of menstrual cramps. Enter Will Poulter, your ever-attentive and caring partner.
Will walked into the room, a knowing smile on his face as he saw you huddled up. "Hey there, love," he greeted, carrying a tray with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a hot water-bag. "How are you feeling?"
You managed a weak smile. "Not the best, to be honest."
He sat down beside you, placing the tray on the coffee table. "Well, let's see what we can do about that." Will wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Tea?"
You nodded gratefully, placing the water bag on your stomach and accepting the warm mug. As you took a sip, the fragrant aroma of chamomile filled the air. Will leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. I'm here for you."
His words melted away some of the discomfort, and you sighed in contentment. Will reached for the remote and turned on a comforting movie, choosing one of your favorites. As you snuggled into his side, he draped the blanket over both of you, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety.
A comfortable silence settled between you, broken only by the sound of raindrops outside. Will's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, a comforting gesture that made the pain a bit more bearable. "I wish I could take it all away for you," he whispered, his gaze filled with genuine concern.
You smiled, appreciating his empathy. "Just having you here makes it better."
He pressed a soft kiss on your lips. "Well, that's good because I'm not going anywhere."
The movie played on, and you found yourself drifting into a light doze. Will noticed your sleepy state and adjusted the blankets around you. As you rested against him, he gently massaged your legs, knowing how much it helped ease the body ache.
"I love you," he murmured.
You sighed in contentment. "I love you too, Will. Thank you for taking care of me."
He chuckled softly. "Always, Y/N. It's the least I can do."
The rain outside continued its rhythmic dance, creating a comforting background noise. Will's fingers continued their soothing motions, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the warmth and love that surrounded you.
After a while, Will excused himself briefly, returning with a freshly made hot water bag. He placed it on your lower abdomen again, and the warmth seeped through, providing relief to your cramps. "Better?" he asked, a gentle smile on his face.
You nodded, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. "Much better. Thank you, Will."
He settled back beside you, his arm still securely around your shoulders. "Anything for you, Y/N."
The evening passed in this gentle cocoon of care, and as the rain outside slowly subsided, so did the ache within you. Will's presence, his comforting touch, and the simple yet sincere gestures filled your heart with warmth.
Warnings: none tbh, a little angst, fluff at the end, mean-ish!Bucky, enemies to lovers
Word count: 1473
Summary: Bucky is haunted by his past, making him fear surrendering to love.
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Ever since Y/N became a member of the Avengers three years ago, she had found an unexpected challenge in the form of James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky for short. Despite her unwavering friendliness, sweetness, and overall helpful nature, Bucky seemed to harbor a deep-seated animosity towards her, a sentiment that Y/N couldn't quite fathom. Her bubbly personality, coupled with excellent fighting and social skills, made her a welcomed addition to the team, but Bucky's demeanor remained consistently cold and distant.
Little did Y/N know, Bucky's apparent rudeness stemmed from a place of insecurity. He found himself secretly intimidated by her, and the idea of falling in love with someone like her seemed both improbable and unsettling. To protect himself from these emotions, he adopted a strategy of pushing her away, being overtly mean, and even going to the extent of leaving the room whenever she entered. Y/N, although hurt by his actions, never allowed him to see the impact it had on her.
Y/N's birthday, a day that had a significance unknown to Bucky until that very moment. In previous years, he strategically scheduled week-long holidays, escaping the country to avoid the discomfort of being around for her celebration. This year, however, Y/N's birthday slipped his mind, and he found himself at home, unwittingly witnessing the joyous celebration unfolding in the living room.
As cheerful music filled the air, the Avengers gathered around Y/N, singing the birthday song while she cut her cake. Bucky, quiet and contemplative, couldn't escape the captivating sight of Y/N's happy face. Guilt washed over him as he reflected on how he had treated her for the past three years, but the walls he had built compelled him to maintain the façade. Joining the group, he quietly waited until he was the last in line to wish and hug her a happy birthday. When their eyes met, he couldn't bring himself to drop the act and rolled his eyes before abruptly retreating to his room, the weight of guilt settling in his heart once again.
Left in the wake of Bucky's callousness, Y/N couldn't contain her emotions any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes. The weight of Bucky's unexplained disdain became too much for her to bear. She questioned silently, what had she possibly done to warrant such treatment from him? The pain she concealed for years was now bubbling to the surface.
Y/N's frustration reached its peak as she confronted Bucky in his room. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and her eyes reflected a mix of hurt and anger. "Why?" she exclaimed, her voice carrying the weight of three years of mistreatment. "Why do you do this to me?" Her words hung in the air, a palpable tension settling between them like an unspoken accusation.
Bucky, normally composed and collected, found himself unable to meet her gaze. Guilt weighed heavily on him as he struggled to find the right words. "Y/N, it's not… it's not about you," he muttered, his voice low and conflicted, but she wasn't having any of it.
"Not about me? You've been treating me like I'm invisible for three years, Bucky!" Y/N's voice wavered, but her determination held strong, fueled by the years of emotional neglect. "What have I done to deserve this?"
Bucky sighed, frustration and guilt etched across his face. He turned away, unable to face the fire in her eyes. "It's not that I don't like you, Y/N. It's the opposite. I… I'm afraid."
Her frustration boiled over, and she refused to let him off the hook so easily. "Afraid? Afraid of what, Bucky?"
He hesitated, the admission clawing at his throat. "Afraid of falling for you. I've seen too much pain, caused too much pain. I can't let myself care about someone like you, someone who deserves better."
Y/N's confusion deepened, replaced by disbelief and fury. "So, what? You've decided I'm not worth it? That I can't handle whatever demons you're fighting? I'm not some fragile thing you need to protect!"
Bucky shook his head, frustration etched across his features. "You don't understand, Y/N. I've hurt people, innocent people. I can't bear the thought of doing the same to you!"
Her eyes narrowed, and anger replaced hurt. "So, you've decided for me? Decided that I can't choose who I want in my life? I'm not some damsel in distress that needs saving!"
He shot back, his voice rising in frustration, "You don't get it, Y/N! I'm a danger to everyone around me! I can't let myself care about someone who'll end up getting hurt because of me!"
She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to grab his arm, a mixture of frustration and desperation in her eyes. "Bucky, we all have our demons. But you don't have to face them alone. Let me-"
He yanked his arm away, his eyes blazing with self-loathing. "I've hurt people, Y/N. I've hurt innocent people, and I can't bear the thought of doing the same to you!"
Y/N's patience snapped, and she shouted, "Enough, Bucky! You don't get to decide who's worth caring for! I can handle myself, and I can handle you!"
He glared at her, his anger matching hers. "You think you know everything, don't you? You think you can fix me? Well, guess what, Y/N? You can't!"
The room echoed with their raised voices, the anguished argument filling the air. Y/N, tears welling up, took a deep breath. "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be treated like I'm some burden you have to protect me from."
Bucky's jaw clenched, the realization of the damage he had caused sinking in. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, the weight of his own guilt crashing down on him.
She stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and frustration. "Maybe, just maybe, you're wrong about that." She continued, "Bucky, we all have scars. We've all made mistakes. It's what makes us human. But that doesn't mean we can't heal, learn, and move forward."
Bucky's gaze faltered, torn between the fear of causing her pain and the desire to believe in the possibility of redemption. "I've seen too much darkness. I don't want you to be tainted by it."
She stepped even closer, their faces inches apart. "Bucky, love doesn't always come in the light. Sometimes, it thrives in the shadows, helping each other find the way out. Let me be there for you."
He swallowed hard, the internal battle raging within him. "Y/N, I'm not sure if I can change."
Y/N cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Then let me help you change. You're not alone in this, Bucky. I believe in you."
The room was filled with a heavy silence as Bucky absorbed her words, grappling with the vulnerability of letting someone in after years of self-imposed isolation. Finally, a subtle nod escaped him, a silent agreement.
Bucky's dying guilt manifested itself into a burst of apologies, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry for everything," he confessed, each word weighed down by the burden of his past.
Y/N had heard enough. The sincerity in his eyes spoke louder than any words could. With a gentle smile, she placed a finger on his lips, tracing them gently, "Bucky, no more apologies. We're in this together."
He nodded, gratitude was evident in his eyes. Before he could utter another word, Y/N closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a tender yet firm kiss. It was a moment of surrender. Bucky sat Y/N on his lap while they continued kissing, his hands slowly moving up from her waist and stopping to cup her face. Y/N's hands moved from his shoulders and then to his face, one of them reaching the back of his neck.
The room seemed still as they lingered in that kiss. When they finally pulled away, there was a shared understanding that words alone could never express. Bucky's eyes held a mix of surprise and relief, while Y/N's gaze sparkled with affection.
They both burst into laughter, the tension of the argument dissipating almost instantly. Bucky, ever the gentleman, reached up to gently wipe away the tears that had escaped Y/N's eyes during their argument.
"Sorry," he chuckled, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "Looks like I can't seem to stop apologizing."
Y/N grinned, pecking his lips once again, "Well, you better get used to it because we're in this for the long haul. No more running away, okay?"
Bucky's laughter echoed in the room as he pulled her into a warm embrace. "No more running. I promise."
"Well, it's about time you two figured it out. I was starting to think I'd need to organize a superhero intervention." Steve smirked, leaning against the door frame.
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