HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! I hope you all get lots and lots of treats <3
Warnings: OKAY, unprotected p in v (r is on birth control), both r and Bucky have a breeding kink here just isn’t talked about in as much detail, squirting, mating press, MDNI 18+
Word Count: 700
Bucky Barnes and the modern miracle of birth control.
One thing that should never be forgotten is that long before he went into the ice, Bucky Barnes fucked.
Nothing crazy, one or two steady girls who let him push their skirts up, but enough experience to know that going in without a rubber meant one thing.
A baby.
So he never did, kept a foil in his wallet at all times.
He was young, and with a war brewing he knew he’d be a prime target for a draft.
He watched his mother raise children alone, and as good of a job as she did, he never wanted to subject someone else to that same fate.
He’d decided early that he’d rather be forgotten than be a ghost story to his own child.
All this is just a long winded and sad way to say he’d never fucked a dame raw.
Not before you anyway.
That first night- when he reached for his nightstand mid kiss just for you to grab his wrist and whisper ‘I’m on the pill.’ - it changed something.
Greedily, he sunk into your heat bare and felt the last part of him that was still cold melt.
He came almost instantly.
A humble spill of himself inside of your sweet, tight, wet and achingly hot cunt.
He kept fucking you through it, and after, watching with fascination as his own spunk washed back down his cock and formed a sticky band at his base.
Now that he’s gotten used to it? He’s spoiled.
That voice -the one that used to tell him to wrap it- now it whispers something more sinister.
Put a baby in her.
A shiver crawls up his spine everytime the thought passes. He cums balls deep to the picture of you round with him.
Make sure it takes, it taunts.
He pushes any spillage back in, scooping it with his fingers and dragging it back to your weeping cunt.
This is what it’s for, it says.
He ruts into you, a thigh in each hand as he pushes them into your chest.
Fucking with a purpose.
A purpose. The thing he’s been trying to find since he got his life back. The dream of belonging that has lived in the corners of his mind since Wakanda.
He watches you take the pill, lay it on your tongue and swallow. The sour face you make at the bitter after taste. He looks at your ring finger and promises himself that once he works up the courage, slips that diamond on your hand and makes you his forever, he’ll make you his the other way too.
When he’s inside you though, it’s hard to think so clearly.
When your gummy walls are clenching him so tight while your hands leave their own marks down his back. When your thighs are shaking on either side of his hips and your neck is covered in his kisses. It’s hard to remember he’s waiting.
“Fuck, gonna put a baby in you.” He breathes, lips brushing your jugular.
Your body stills, pulling taut as your orgasm crashes over you with devastating force.
Wet gushes over his thighs, painting his pelvis and making his cock glide even easier.
You’re gasping, frantic attempts to catch your breath as it wracks through you, all while Bucky keeps going.
“Please!” You beg, half a sob and half a moan.
Bucky gets impossibly faster, his hips slamming into yours hard enough to bruise. “Shit- did you?” He asks, eyes locked on the slick covering your lower halves. Amazement paints his face, pure and unbridled as he realizes you’ve been keeping a secret too. “You want that baby?” He asks.
His grip is mean now, sitting back on his haunches as he pulls you up into him. You cry out at the change in position, the new angle driving him even deeper, his cock head brushing over that extra sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. You nod, furiously, eyes glassy as you watch him.
“If you want that honey, all you gotta do is ask.” He says, teasing and cruel. It’s one thing to know you want it bad enough to squirt, it’s another to hear the words fall off your tongue.
“Please.” You sob, back arched all pretty as you cant your hips. “Please Bucky, give me your baby.”
He loses it, burying himself deep and cumming hard.
“That’s it honey,” he breathes, hips twitching as he works your clit until you reach that high one more time. “Gonna leave somethin’ behind.”
Gonna leave a Purpose. The voice says.
This time, Bucky’s inclined to believe it.
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With this last piece, Pinktober clocks in and just over 32,000 words! If you made it this far on this journey then you deserve the world and nothing less! Thank you for taking the time to read what I write, for leaving your kind words and always making me feel so so special! This experience has so far surpassed my expectations and I could not be more grateful. This little pink community means so so much to me <3
I have something new in the works and I can’t wait to share it with all of you!
au, где Локи перерождается в тату-мастера и держит рядом с местным стрип-клубом свой тату-салон, который в то же время является его убежищем, где он хранит крутые мощные оружия и артефакты.
и где спит, ест, развлекается, змеек разводит ~
using violence to liberate people from sweatshops, unsafe mines, and grinding poverty isn't the same as using violence to impose those things on people. the idea that violence is morally repugnant regardless of context is a belief that every oppressor throughout history would love for the oppressed to hold
excerpt. he loved the chaos, even if you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, uncertain of how the others would react—and fooling around risked actually getting caught.
tags. secret relationship, canon-divergence (avenger!loki), sexual innuendos, flirting and banter, fluff and humour, making out, suggestive themes, a cameo appearance wink wonk
gif by mcufam & divider by cafekitsune
You kicked off your combat boots the moment you entered the Avengers Compound, making a beeline towards the kitchen. Post-missions always left you feeling hungry, and your body needed to refuel after enduring a long game of hide-and-seek with criminals.
It was a wonder how Steve and Natasha still had the energy to hit the gym. Shortly after the quinjet landed, they had mentioned wanting to get in a couple more hours of training before the day was over. Meanwhile, you were off in search for snacks, as usual, and Sam was going to treat himself to a nice, warm bubble bath.
You tilted your head, trying to release the remaining tension in your neck as you swung open the fridge. A light mist rushed to caress your features, and you welcomed the cooling sensation. Peering into the colourful contents of protein shakes, various Tupperware labelled with sticky notes and leftovers from last night's dinner, your eyes gleamed with satisfaction when they landed on a box of doughnuts.
A well-deserved reward after all the action out there. Your pains were immediately forgotten.
Greedily, you snatched the box, but just as you shut the fridge doors closed, a burst of bright green appeared in your peripheral vision.
"Hi."
"Shit!" A jolt pinched your spine. Startled, your fingers slipped from the edges, and your grip of the box loosened.
Ever sharp and poised, the man—or in your case, god—who gave you a fright caught it effortlessly with one hand. You might've been impressed by his fast reflexes if it wasn't for your poor heart still thumping in your ears.
"Apologies, darling. Didn't mean to scare."
But the familiar tease in his sultry voice immediately put you at ease.
Darling.
You still managed to get butterflies with how casually Loki used the term, the way it rolled off his tongue like butter on warm toast.
"Hey," you replied, a little breathy.
You noticed Loki's expression then—the smooth, defined contours of his face turning into rigid lines as he momentarily took in your appearance. The crease between his eyebrows deepened, and he placed the prized box of doughnuts on the counter without breaking your gaze, taking one step forward.
"Are you… alright?"
You hadn't been able to properly catch a glimpse of yourself throughout the mission, but you were well-aware of the feeling of debris and sweat clinging to your skin. Barrelling into rough concrete walls, scuffling around explosives in the background, running and dodging bullets that fired from every direction—you had suffered a few blows as well, sustaining some minor cuts, the stinging effects subdued by adrenaline.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You shrugged, not wanting him to worry. "Just scratches, that's all."
Loki eyed you knowingly, his voice warm with concern. "Allow me."
He reached to cup your cheek, so gently it always surprised you knowing the strength that gods possessed. His fingertips were cool against your skin, and a tingling sensation rose beneath his touch, pleasant and harmless, vanishing your light wounds. You felt a slight shiver then, and a glimmer of green washed over your body, your battle-worn tactical suit suddenly changing into a clean, comfortable set of clothes.
The spark of magic reflecting in Loki's irises faded, and his mouth curled into a small smile. His hands moved to lightly squeeze the sides of your arms, before situating on your hips.
"There. Beautiful as ever."
Feeling afresh, you melted into Loki's embrace, resting your palms against his chest, fingers toying with the loose threads of his forest green tunic. "You don't like me when I'm dirty?" you said, a playful glint in your eye.
Loki returned an amused look. "On the contrary, I don't mind that in the slightest," he quipped back, not missing a beat, gaze flickering dangerously to your lips. "But, I dislike knowing somebody had laid their hands on what's mine."
Your heart fluttered at his words.
It was difficult to pinpoint exactly when your relationship began, but you only knew you never wanted it to end. Your mind spun into a sweet daze in his presence, like how the edges seemed to blur in the dreamy sequences of old Hollywood rom-coms.
You felt Loki leaning in for a kiss then, eyelids heavy, nose brushing against yours, lips parting as if this was routine—
But no.
In that moment, you couldn't resist being a tease. Besides, you were still hungry.
You slid out of his grasp, not missing the way he paused, blinking twice in confusion before shooting you a pout. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of your mouth, and you reached for the box of doughnuts he had set aside, seating yourself on the granite countertops.
"Want one?" You gestured to the box as you opened the cover, catching a promising whiff sugary goodness.
A dozen doughnuts, of frosted varieties and a few simpler-flavoured ones, laid out in a way that would make anyone spoilt for choice. After much serious thought, you eagerly snagged a strawberry frosted doughnut, generously topped with coloured sprinkles.
Loki, however, was a little hesitant. "I'm not exactly tempted," he said kindly, peering into the box.
You smiled softly. "We can share," you offered, knowing his palate was still slowly adjusting to Earth's food spread—accustomed to the more royal and sophisticated delicacies on Asgard.
Loki seemed pleased with your idea, and he inched closer as you allowed him the first bite. His fingers came to lightly wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand nearer as he bit into the doughnut. You watched as he slowly processed the flavour, letting it settle on his tongue.
"Hm." Loki hummed in contentment. "Not bad, but I've tasted sweeter," he added, throwing you an imperceptible wink.
As if scandalised, you shot him a cautionary look, then playfully swatted his chest. Mischief twinkled in his eyes, and he leaned further into your space, hands falling once more to your sides, mindlessly tracing slow, lazy circles at your hips.
A moment passed as you both finished up the doughnut in silence.
"I've missed you, you know?" Loki eventually started, voice rich and low. "You weren't in bed when I woke up." His gaze lingered lovingly, if not a slight worry beneath.
"Oh, right." You gave him an apologetic look. "Sorry. Mission only came up last night," you said, dusting off some of the sugar on your fingertips. "Forgot to tell you I had to get up early."
"A real shame," Loki mused. "I was so looking forward to our morning proclivities."
You caught a smirk threatening to curl at his lips, a pretense of decency behind the words he had put so delicately.
When your mornings weren't disrupted by sudden missions or scheduled for dreadful meetings, they were filled with quiet, tender intimacy—which would then, of course, quickly transition to unrestrained arousal and hot, steamy sex. It made up for the rest of the day, where you both had to go about your separate assignments, pretending to be nothing more than colleagues and who didn't harbour frequent thoughts of exploring each other's bodies.
Safe to say, you were missing him terribly as well.
You silently obliged when Loki wedged himself between your legs.
His grin surfaced, chest now brushing against yours. "Shall we… make up for lost time?" His hands continued their circular motions down the sides of your thighs, each touch growing more sensual.
Your skin buzzed with anticipation as heat pooled in your abdomen, want and excitement flashing in your eyes. You let it hang—waiting with bated breath for that brief flicker of green to send you stumbling into the bedsheets, all your troubles forgotten in the next hour or so.
Only nothing happened.
You caught on then, raising a brow. "What, here?"
"Where else, darling?" Loki answered almost immediately, all smug.
You stared at him, shaking your head. "You know we can't—"
"Oh, a little frivolity couldn't hurt," he cut in, voice deliberately seductive and smooth. "Besides, we've already denied each other long enough."
Loki could so easily have you both transported to the bedroom with a flick of his wrist. But what did you expect? He loved the chaos, even if you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, uncertain of how the others would react—and fooling around risked actually getting caught.
Sensing your growing doubt, Loki murmured in the shell of your ear, as soothingly as he could, "We'll make it quick."
And then, before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours.
All hesitation died when you remembered the feel of his mouth, reciprocating his movement in a heartbeat. Warmth spread through your body, and your head only grew more dizzy with need when his hands moved to cradle your jaw affectionately, deepening the kiss. Your fingers curled at the nape of his neck, catching onto a few obsidian curls. Loki let out a small groan, and he nipped at your bottom lip, tongue prodding for entrance.
You indulged him, the pleasure familiarly addictive, too far gone to stop. He began licking into your mouth, faintly tasting of strawberry sweetness from the doughnut you shared earlier—all the more irresistible. He practically drank you in, lips continuing to move against yours in sync, intensifying at a furious rate with every expert caress of his tongue.
Refusing to break the kiss, Loki's hands began to frantically roam your back. His palms repeatedly slid along the material of your shirt, as if smoothening the creases, and a soft sigh escaped your lips when his hands shamelessly slipped beneath to explore your naked skin, making you shudder.
You were ready—ready to fully surrender yourself to him, giving in just this once to the desperate tent in his trousers that pressed against your core.
That was, until you heard the distant hiss of a metallic door, and for a brief moment, faint rock music thrummed in the hallways.
You stirred, breath uneven. "Loki—"
He only kissed the corners of your mouth, answering lazily, "Mhm…"
"No, Loki—" You tried to pull back, but he secured his hold around your waist. He closed the distance once more, lips coming to suck a trail along your jawline. Weakly, you added, "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Loki murmured against your skin, eyes still shut as if trapped in a daze.
"I think someone's coming."
You drew a sharp breath when his hot mouth freely descended down your neck. "So soon?" Loki teased, smiling as he nudged you with his nose to tilt your head, teeth gently scraping along your throat.
"I…" His kisses were quickly lulling you back into a trance. "I really think we shouldn't—"
"There's nothing to worry about," he coaxed, voice slightly hoarse.
He was such a liar—you should've known he was going to take his own sweet time with you in the kitchen, his feverish but controlled progressions nowhere suggesting anything quick.
You stifled a whimper when his lips skimmed upwards, catching onto your earlobe and licking at the soft flesh. His breath tickled your cheeks, and your hands buried deeper into his curls. You were trying—and failing immensely to deny his pleasure, for the sake of your own.
The final resistance crumbled when Loki began sucking on a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear. "Oh, fuck—"
"This is a public space, you guys."
You froze.
"Not that I don't understand the appeal of doing it in the kitchen, but seriously—have some consideration for the rest of us before you make a mess on the counters."
The words rang loud in your ears, the distinct air of nonchalance and laid-back authority alarming you tenfold. Loki released his hold, quickly allowing you space, and you unceremoniously slid off the counters, feet unsteady on the floor.
You both exchanged glances, equally flustered and dishevelled in appearance—the pink flush that crept up his neck and the burn in your cheeks only cementing that you had landed yourselves in hot water.
After a beat of painful silence, Loki addressed the other man standing in the room, his voice teetering beneath skilled caution.
"Stark—"
"Say, are those doughnuts?"
Tony circled around the counter, all the while unfazed as Loki threw a look of confusion. He must've been tinkering in the lab for hours, an empty mug held in one hand, the bags under his eyes telling of all the heavy brainwork and mechanical labour he often lost himself in. Yet, Tony was evidently still in high spirits—even if he had also just caught the two of you red-handed.
He skimmed over the selection, then picked up a glazed doughnut, popping a bite into his mouth.
"Huh. That's actually pretty good," Tony noted, though more so to himself, "Would go better with some more coffee."
As if you and Loki weren't still standing there, dumbfounded, he sauntered over to the coffee machine. He set his mug down, grabbing the pot to refill as he took another swift mouthful of the doughnut.
When he was done, he turned back to you both, expression inscrutable. "So, how long has this been going on?" He said as he chewed, posing the question like it was a casual "get-to-know-you" session.
"Um." You swallowed nervously. "A while."
"Wow," Tony replied, voice flat. He took a loud sip of coffee, staring blankly over the rim of his mug, seeming to gather his thoughts. Then, with much skepticism—
"Is he really that good?"
Loki's face immediately dropped to a scowl. "I'll have you know that I'm—"
You caught your lover's arm before he took another impulsive step forward, then shot a pointed look at Tony. "Dude!"
Tony suddenly cracked into a wide smirk, as if he had been holding it back all along. "Sorry—I'm just messing with you."
You paused, blinking. "You're not… mad?"
"Mad?" He quirked a brow. "If anything, I'm disappointed—I expected more subtlety on your part, Agent."
Loki's scowl deepened. "So you have known about us?"
"Oh, please. You two couldn't have been more obvious, really," Tony answered dryly. "Making bedroom eyes during conferences, playing footsie under the dinner table, sneaking off early during movie nights—I'm surprised no one else has caught on."
"And you wouldn't think to share your findings, would you?" Loki continued, his words measured and laced with vague threat.
Tony only rolled his eyes. "Relax, Space Romeo. I haven't told anyone, and I won't, alright? Your secret's safe with me."
You sighed softly then. A weight lifted off your chest, even if you weren't exactly confident about Tony's abilities when it came to keeping secrets.
"Right, well, for the sake of preserving what little is left of our dignity, let's just all pretend I was never here," he concluded plainly. Doughnut and coffee in hand, Tony began trailing out of the kitchen.
"Also, if you even think of tampering my mind with your green magic thingy—" He called out, directing a final glance at Loki, "FRIDAY will revoke your Avenger privileges."
Once Tony was out of sight, Loki turned to you with a wry smile. "I'd say that went well."
You gave him a sharp look, then frowned. "This is your fault, by the way," you said, folding your arms.
"My fault?" Loki replied in an incredulous tone, growing amused. You could already see the playful spark in his eyes returning. "I recall you thoroughly enjoying the moment as well."
"Yeah, until I heard someone was coming."
Loki let out a small chuckle then, stepping closer, gently nudging your arms to unfurl from its tight hold. You let him—and when he reached to cup your cheek, you yielded entirely, features softening against the crevices of his palm. His gaze swept low as a thumb brushed over your lips.
And in a low, almost tentative voice, he had the nerve to ask—
"…Still in the mood?"
Without so much as a word, you took Loki's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and darting down the hallways as you set a proper course to your bedroom.
For those who have missed it, a tourist in Hawaii decided it would be fun to chuck a rock (a BIG rock) at a monk seal. He missed, but he was captured on video, and when told it was illegal to interfere with them, said "I'm rich, I can pay the fine."
Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.
Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.
Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.
The best part is the local city council's reaction.
And the best part of that is the look on the attorney's face.
Summary: “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
“I do?” Loki looks up. He’s awake now, although he’s never been much of a morning person, his bed-head a crumbled mess as he sips at his coffee. He cocks his head to the side curiously. “What did I say?”
@loki-hargreeves’ July Writing Challenge Prompt 7/17: "you talk in your sleep"
Word Count: 1,393
Pairing: Loki x OFC, Loki x Reader
A/N: This is just a brief little thing - I wrote it in less than two hours. I also did have "Love In Paradise" from Epic playing on repeat in my head the entire time due to the prompt lol
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It happens first on a work night. She’s at her desk, trying to finish up her project before sleep’s tendrils fully claim her - technically, Stark didn’t want this until Friday, but finishing it now would give her two days to double and triple check things through before she sent it off to him. Loki, of course, is fast asleep, in bed across the room. He tried to stay up with her, but they both know that the man can’t make it long past midnight, and if she was being honest, she’d rather have him sleep than wreck his schedule so that she might have company. If she was being more honest, she’d rather be sleeping herself, curled up against his chest with his arm around her, finished up and far away from this nonsense …
“Do you need help?” The sound of his voice makes her jump. She turns to the bed. He’s staring at her from the bed, a dead sort of look in his eye that sends shivers down her spine.
“Loki -” she shivers. “I’m sorry - did I wake you up?”
He doesn’t answer. Stiff as a statue, he sits there, squinting in the yellow light of her desk lamp.
“Do you need help?” he asks again.
She shifts in place, frowning. “No… I’m just finishing up. I’ll come to bed soon, I promise.”
Loki falls silent again. After a moment, he leans back against the pillows, like an animatronic retracting in slow motion. She stays there watching for a moment, frozen, waiting for something else, but nothing comes. The air is still, save for his gentle snoring puffs of breath.
He’s asleep.
She huffs to herself.
She asks him about it at breakfast. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
“I do?” Loki looks up. He’s awake now, although he’s never been much of a morning person, his bed-head a crumbled mess as he sips at his coffee. He cocks his head to the side curiously. “What did I say?”
“You asked if I needed help.”
He snorts through his nose. “Well, did you?”
“Not particularly.” She sets her plate down next to his, brow furrowed as she remembers it. “I thought you wanted me to come to bed, but then you just laid back down before I answered.”
Loki cackles. “So I was just thoroughly unhelpful, then?” Still chuckling, he shakes his head. “Ah dear. I hope I didn’t keep you up.”
She grins. “Don’t worry - I do that well enough on my own.” The conversation moves on, but her thoughts linger on it as she watches him eat. It’s typical, really, that even as he slept he worried about helping her. He’s always so eager to be by her side, bringing her water as she labors on, getting dinner ready without her even having to ask, ready with gentle words and a warm embrace whenever she finds herself overwhelmed by her workload. She never thought she’d want to be taken care of, and yet here she is, thoroughly spoiled to her bones.
Still, sometimes she wishes she could return the favor. She cares for Loki, of course, in every manner that she can, but his armor is tough to crack. He’s quiet a lot of the time, reserved - not the kind of person who needs to seek out comfort very often, if at all. He’s a bit of a riddle, this man she loves. Sometimes she wonders if she even really knows him at all.
She’s startled awake in the dark by a voice - Loki’s voice, warbling through the night next to her. He’s sitting against the headboard, singing along in husky baritone to a tune she doesn’t recognize, in a language she doesn’t speak. She blinks the sleep from her eyes. There’s an ache to the sound, some sort of longing cresting from deep within the soul. She watches his throat bob as he sings. Bathed in the moonlight, he seems too ethereal to be human.
She supposes he isn’t.
Loki’s voice cuts out abruptly. He looks to her with sparkling eyes. She wants to hold him, stroke his cheek the way she does as they cuddle to sleep, but her limbs feel frozen. He’s a god, in this moment, something she can’t touch.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispers.
He blinks. A tear trickles down his cheek. “Can you hear them?”
Her breath catches. “Hear what?”
“The stars …” Loki sounds distant, airy. His eyes glaze over with the sight of things that she’s too mortal to comprehend. “They’re singing. They ache for home.”
She swallows. Loki has never spoken of any great homesickness, but he’s always been one to keep his cards close to his chest. “Do you want to go home, Loki?”
He furrows his brow, as though the question confuses him.
“Where’s there to go?” he asks.
“You did it again last night,” she tells him at breakfast.
He’s spooning brown sugar onto his oats. “Sleep talk, you mean?” he huffs a laugh. “Oh dear - what did I say this time?”
“I don’t know. Something about stars.” She doesn’t mention the singing. It feels wrong to, in the light - that felt like something else, something that she wasn’t supposed to hear. Loki seems oblivious to it as ever.
“Stars …” he hums, pausing. “That’s interesting.”
“Were you dreaming about anything with stars?”
Loki shakes his head. “Not that I remember.” He returns to the sugar. “Although I did quite enjoy stargazing as a child. Perhaps my mind was occupied with the past.”
She swallows. They ache for home. A past he never talks about. “Perhaps …”
She wakes to the bed shaking - an earthquake, she thinks dimly, but it’s only the blankets thrashing, and not even that. She looks up just in time to see him topple over the edge of the bed.
“Loki–” she scrambles after him. “Loki, are you alright?”
Loki looks up, a crumbled heap on the floor. Before she has the chance to process, he’s springing to his feet, grabbing at her shoulders in a crazed madness, shaking her so violently it hurts. She cries out, tugging at his wrists. His eyes glow in the moonlight. If he had seemed divine before, now he looked almost diabolical.
“He’s coming –” he hisses, in a voice that barely sounds like his. It sends chills to her core.
“Who?” she cries. “What’s happening?”
He’s gripping her tightly now, fingers digging into her shoulders.
“You have to leave–” he gasps. Tears flood his eyes. “You need to go home - before he gets here –”
“Loki–” she’s crying too now, and his hands are trembling. She presses her palm to his clammy cheek. “Loki, you’re dreaming - you’re dreaming!”
For a moment, he’s only standing there panting, staring at her like he’s never heard of such a thing, but slowly recognition dawns in his eyes. His grip softens.
“Darling?” His voice is smaller than usual.
“Yes–” she exhales, reaching to cup his face with both hands now. His skin is wet with tears and sweat. “It’s me - you’re safe, it was just a dream –”
“I …” he’s hoarse, confused. When his arms go limp, she holds him close to keep him from moving back. “Are - are you alright?”
She nods fervently, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat. She rubs a hand along his spine, up and down and up and down. “You were dreaming. You were having a bad dream.”
His hands creep up her back cautiously, as if he’s afraid that if he touches her, she’ll shatter. “A dream …”
“Mhmm.” She lets out a shaky breath. “You fell out of the bed.”
She can feel his throat bob as he swallows. “I thought -” his voice cracks with held-back emotion. “I thought there was someone else …”
Her heart breaks. He sounds so scared. “I know …” she whispers. “But it’s just me - I’ve got you. We’re safe here.”
He swallows again. His grip on her tightens - not the painful death grip from before, but something … firmer. Desperate.
“Are we?” he breathes.
She nods again. She’s not sure what it was he saw, or who it was chasing him through the labyrinth of his nightmares, but it doesn’t matter. He’s clinging to her, and she’s got him. She’ll always have him. “We’re safe. I won’t let anything bad happen. We’re safe.”
i tried explaining to this girl at a party once how i could be gay and asexual at the same time and it basically boils down to never being into anyone but like once a year i’ll find a man attractive. and she was like “so what am i if i only like girls, and i’ve never found any of my boyfriends attractive and and i just wanna do cocaine all the time?” i was like “you’re a lesbian with a coke addiction?” and she was like “woooooah”. she broke up with her boyfriend that night and had a threesome with two girls in the bathtub. rebecca if you’re out there, i hope you’re going places. well, not far, since you’re electronically tagged. but spiritually.
@everything-you-feel-is-real I know by tumblr tradition that I'm to say "impossible, my posts never blow up like that," or "please don't do this to me."
But I feel in my bones that you are right. If this is to be my wife's moment of glory, I am willing to suffer notification overload, that the world may know she is funny. #MyFunnyWife
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