Avenge me

only to see you, one of the prettiest little birds they’ve ever seen, when you take off your helmet and balaclava, freeing your hair and looking at them with a small pout, eyes wide and innocent

“i’m sorry, officers i wont do it again” you speak quietly, voice soft and gentle, looking up at them through your lashes

they both feel the need to grab you and fuck you so hard you can’t walk, but they’re so mesmerized but you that they agree to let you off with just a warning

the smile you give them is so big and bright that their hands tighten into fists at their sides, teeth grinding as you thank them in that intoxicatingly sweet voice, you put back on your balaclava and helmet, leaving the darkened glass shield open just long enough to send them a wink before you drive off, reaching twice the speed limit in a couple seconds, even doing a wheelie for good measure, completely ignoring their warning

(they’re gonna find you and fuck you on your bike)

Always

“Ugh” you roll your eyes at yet another huge family tiktoker's video about how they prepare dinner for their family of 10. “Why the fuck would you–” you stop yourself when one of his dark eyebrows quirk up just a little at your choice of words. He doesn't appreciate potty mouths. “What kind of a person has a family of 10?!”

You suppress your whimper when he snorts before moving towards you in a snake-like manner. But you refuse to look up from your phone because the two of you have been over this a couple million times already. “Why, a person like us, baby” you keep your eyes trained on the phone stubbornly, swiping away at the videos extra rough out of annoyance. He buries his face in the crook of your neck to get a better reaction out of you, the tip of his nose grazing against your sensitive veins. “Because you will have one of at least 12,” his lips move against your tender skin, causing for goosebumps to form almost instantly, “we talked about it, remember?” 

No, you don't remember. 

The only thing you recall is a fight. 

A big, ugly, and loud fight.

That had led to him pinning you down against the mattress to ‘calm you down’ because ‘you weren't being yourself’ and he only ‘wanted what was best for you’ so he had fucked you dumb to ‘bring you back to him’. 

You never really have a choice with König. 

For at the end of every day, he gets– nay, takes what he wants. 

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He'd encourage you to take things slow, keeping his hands on your hips as you lower yourself onto him.

He’d be so caught up in the feel of you that he could hardly say how impressed he is with you taking every inch of him.

When you finally build up the courage to move, working up to a small bounce, his mouth is already hanging open, fighting the urge to thrust upward.

“That’s it.. Just like that..”

He’d take hold of the hand that wasn’t planted to his chest for balance, opting to kiss the palm of your hand, whispering soft praises into your skin as you work up the courage to move faster.

“Such a good girl for me..”

He could turn it on you any second, opting to drive his hips upward and set his own pace. Chances are that one day he would. But for now, he'd lay back, enjoying the way your little hand pressed to his chest, using him as leverage, trying your absolute best.

His hips would only move when you begin to lose control, your legs burning as you approach your climax. He would take hold of you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest, giving thrusts he knew you could manage until you finally spilled over.

Pool # 27 -  Ann Goldberg , 2016.

Canadian , b. 1970s

but how the final climax was quiet. the darkest shadow, a void falling over new york. it wasn't loud, there wasn't any screaming. it descended upon the city and the people didn't have a chance to react before it swallowed them whole.

how the team's battle was internal, inside their own minds, instead of a huge punchy shoot-off. (especially with this group's skill set, it was unexpected) how they all fought through the shame and guilt and their worst nightmares only to embrace each other anyway. the villain fighting against himself only to realize he is allowed to be loved, despite it all.

how they are all fucked up and have done terrible things but saved the city by holding each other tightly, so tightly that bob realizes the void isn't all he is, and light always comes again.

Sketch of Bucky's new Rivals skin * Let's hope i get to actually render this one day hehe