bakerstreet | To the wall

[OTA for gen, M/F for anything shippy/smutty. No Kilgraves. I'm good with it being something schmoozy or something violent. It can really go either way with her.]

[ It wasn't so bad. Being Jessica's Omega, for the most part, meant wild, passionate, bed breaking sex, and someone who could keep up with him when he went out jogging, and that was all great. Plus for the most part it did make it easier to have a partner in crime, or heroism at least, who was both willing to skate around the somewhat less...legal of the things they needed to do and do the right thing at the right moment. It was complex, but it was good, because Bucky just didn't fit with that idea of not hurting bad people when they absolutely deserved it. He didn't. If they got roughed up or knocked out or came out with a bruise or two he was a-ok with that.

But with HYDRA it got complicated real quick. They were both protective for different reasons. Jess got heated, went in guns blazing, and Bucky, who was being protected from going in on his own, who didn't want to, had to stay back and watch her through a rifle scope, the same as he had with Steve once upon a time. And sure, he was good at it, but it gave him anxiety, especially when some guy took a pot shot at her and Bucky missed it, and then, correcting himself with jittering hands, he'd taken a shot at the guy as they wrestled and since his hands were unsteady and Jess was pissed off enough not to be leaving him with line of sight, he'd grazed Jess' shoulder instead. It was a royal fuck up. Bucky's fuck up, mostly, all because he'd been too goddamn anxious about going in and dealing with his own HYDRA shit; because she was protecting him, because he was failing at protecting her, and all the other complexities of their mating, their working together and their encyclopedia of issues all mixed up together.

He'd tossed aside the rifle and dived in with his fists and a handgun, and they'd blazed their way through the little HYDRA outpost in no time at all. But now, he was livid, flecked with blood and high on fear and stress, the angry scent of her, and his own smell surely just as loud of a siren of distress. Both of his hands found her collar before she'd even caught her breath, and he was on her like a flash, shoving her up against the wall and snarling as he pinned her in place. This wasn't typical behavior for an Omega, but then Bucky wasn't a typical Omega, was he? Hadn't been one his entire damn life. Not until HYDRA. Not until her. ]

You could have fucking died!

[She hadn't expected it to work so well. She'd thought there'd be more bumps, more of her fucking up because she was so used to the one that ruined anything that glimmered prettily around her. All the shiny got shit up because Jessica Jones had fucking issues. But Bucky still shone to her, still smiled at her, still sighed and groaned so sweetly when they came together. Still woke up and curled up against her back, hand at her hip, whispering things in her ear that made her smile.

Of course she was going to insist that shiny thing that she cherished sit high up out of the way when his demons needed to be dealt with. He helped. He was a great shot. But he was human and so now and then he missed. But so what? She just got to get her hands dirty, punch and smash and break the bones of people that were the foundation for his pain. She felt satisfaction in the sting of teeth biting through the skin of her knuckles as she punched a face in. She didn't even notice the echoing sting in her shoulder as a shot skimmed too close. She was riding a battle high, righteous Alpha fury over these shitbags daring to put their greasy fucking imprint on her goddamn Omega. Fuck them.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye, coming from out of his safe space and joining the fray and her rage ticked up. He wasn't safe out here- not yet. So she planned on making it so. Bodies went flying. Guns broke. The sound of metal denting from the force of who she threw into them buckling it echoed like shots around them. And then it was just them. Panting. Bloody. And Jess's fury was wrapped around her like a shroud, anger and possessiveness singing clearly in that scent as she looked over at him. But he was suddenly a lot closer and she was up against the wall and suddenly that anger was turning to something else, edged along by the scent of him and his proximity. He snarled in her face, and she picked up the drag of his anger and hers, mingling together almost as well as their scents did when they mated. She was pinned and she felt surprise at that, because sometimes she forgot how strong he was.]

And yet I didn't. So what exactly are you pissed about?

[ It was a high intensity, high fear situation, and Bucky had come through too many warzones to be able to handle this. Yes, she'd told him how she was, and he'd known that before they'd even started, mated, but Bucky hadn't been prepared for the ways in which she and Steve were similar on the battlefield. The pigheadedness, the ability to always be in the wrong place, not listening to what Bucky needed when he was at the other end of a rifle scope, high with anxiety. Sure, it was just that Bucky was wired differently as far as protectiveness went, and he'd always been that way, but there was something about being at the other end of a rifle... He may as well not be there at all if shit hit the fan, because he sure as hell wouldn't be getting there in time to step in and save the day.

It was all made much more complicated by their relationship, yes, but also by his relationship with killing. He'd taught himself to do this again, put himself in a place where his blood was up and people were dying. Bad guys, sure, people who had condoned and allowed what happened to him and would do it again, but it was still blood on his hands that he hadn't known he would put himself through again. It had him breathless and riding on that knife's edge, upset but not. At her, at himself, at HYDRA... It didn't matter exactly what, did it? The feeling was more powerful than the sense behind it. ]

Because I'm the one who almost shot you, [ The snarl he gave came up from the very depths of his gut, angry and heated. The scent didn't help much at all. It was driving him to distraction, so that he couldn't think straight; could barely process through the feel of her body against his, her heartbeat racing under his hands. ]

You're in this with me and you don't know how to work with others. Killing them, I've come round to that. I can do that. But I sure as hell don't want to kill you.

Edited 2022-09-21 00:14 (UTC)

You're an idiot.

[She reached up and grabbed his wrists; one metal, one flesh, tugging them off her collar and spinning them around so she slammed him up against the wall. It was about then that she noticed that sting in her shoulder, but it was negligible in her temper, in her press of him between her and something hard. She wanted to be furious. She wanted to scream at him that he needed to be where she told him to be or she couldn't think properly. She couldn't hurt the people that had hurt him when he was out there, ready to be hurt again.

But she knew why he was angry. For the same reason she was. Because she gave a shit. Because he mattered. God, he mattered so much, she felt that moment she couldn't breathe again when she'd first seen him step close in the middle of the fight. Like she could lose him. She got it, that fear, that rage.

Knowing didn't lessen how pissed off she was. Just made her understand it a little better.]

I work just fine with others. With you. When you're up there safe and I don't have to shit my pants worrying about you getting hurt. You won't kill me, Barnes. You can't.

[He might miss and graze her, but she didn't think there was any world where he'd come so close as to actually put her in mortal danger. He was too good. Even when he was terrified, he was good at what he did. She didn't let go of him, pressing his wrists to the wall he'd pushed her against, meeting his glare with one of her own.]

I can live through a bullet. I can't live through losing you.

[ Bucky grunted as she took hold of him and slammed him back against the wall. He wanted to use his strength, exert his power and force to show her that he was capable of defending her the way an Alpha would be, the way he would have been if that was still what he was. He still had that drive to protect, the same will she had, and it had his hackles all the way up, but she had him in hand, put him where he needed to be, where no other Alpha could. No other Alpha would have been able to stand it, frankly. It was emasculation for an Omega to be this strong, but she was able to do something about it where another might not, and he needed to be reminded of where his place was.

Didn't mean he didn't feel it, though, that urge of protectiveness, the fire that pushed him to be angry with her for putting herself in danger. He'd put himself at risk too, but only as much as her. But it was worse to think that she didn't trust him in the field. That was enough to make him snarl all over again. Protective as it was, it was belittling, and while another Omega might have submitted to it wholesale, Bucky didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. ]

I'm a soldier. I'm not sitting up there on the other end of a rifle because I can't handle myself down here. I'm up there because I'm a damn good shot, because it lets me see things you can't and put a stop to them before they go to hell. But if you can't trust me to do my job then I can't be up there. Do you have any idea... Of course you do. You know what it's like to watch something happening in front of you and not be able to stop it.

[ Invoking her experiences with Kilgrave was vicious, but it needed to be said, because it was close to the feeling he had on the other end of the scope. She had to understand it, not just so this didn't happen again, but so she knew how it felt every time he took up that position, held that gun in his hands and looked down on a battle from 'up there safe'. Hand to hand combat didn't come close to the terror and repeated trauma of his rifle work. It wasn't safe, not by any means. ]

At the end of a rifle that's what it's like. And it's every time. Every fight. Every bad guy. The only thing stopping me from being completely helpless to do anything at all is the trigger, and you stopped me from using it.

[They were going to have to have a talk when they got back, both about what she felt and what he felt. Lay it all out when their blood wasn't singing from the heat of battle and blood wasn't spilled, making both of them extra edgy.

That statement, however, had her letting go of him and taking a step back, feeling as if he'd just kicked her right in the stomach, a flashback of a voice in her ear and the feel of hands that made her want to lash out, punch out just to make sure he wasn't anywhere near her. But Kilgrave was always with her. In her head. He was dead, gone, killed by her own hands and she'd never be rid of him. Even with Bucky wrapped around her some nights, she still woke up in a sweat, shivering, needing to leave to go to the bathroom and rattle off street names. It was a low blow and he knew it, but... maybe he needed to go that low. Because that did actually sink in to her how he felt in a way that maybe patient talking wouldn't.

There was a definitely wounded look on her face when she met his eyes, something deep and painful making it hard to breathe, but she came back at him, pinning him back to the wall and grabbing his face in her hands. She kissed him, hard, hard enough that her lip caught on his tooth and she tasted blood, but she needed him in that moment to erase the other. A half sob, then she softened it, turned the kiss back into something less punishing for both of them, then broke it to rest her forehead on his.]

Don't ever tell me I don't trust you, Bucky. I trust you with my life. And what's more, I trust you with yours and that's infinitely more precious to me.

[Finally, she drew back, ignoring the sting in her shoulder, the almost panic attack she'd had. She lifted a hand to brush dirt off the side of his face. Dirt. Blood. Something that didn't belong there.]

You know my nightmares. This is yours. I don't want anything from this place touching you ever again. They did enough. They left enough marks. I'm... I'm trying to keep the worst of it away from you. I didn't think that- well. That guy pissed me off.

[It was an apology, of sorts. The best she could do when there were bodies around them and he'd sucker punched her. But it clarified something for her.]

[ It was a low blow, and as much as he regretted it the second he said it, he also knew it was the only way that she could possibly understand how it felt, the absolute helplessness of it. But she rallies, looks back into his eyes and finds something honest there in the way he holds her gaze, so that when they crash together again it's so much more earnest and desperate. She kissed him, draws blood, and he gasps sharply, but she needs this. She needs it. That dark menace, the unspoken thing that they both know lingers in her trauma, is a passenger in their kiss for a moment or two, as she holds him in place and draws on him for her own strength, grounding herself in the familiar, safe taste of his mouth and his blood.

Finally the kiss softens, and breaks, and Bucky is careful not to move as she speaks, just breathing to calm himself as well as still some of her rage by association. ]

I'd feel the same way. If there was something of what happened to you I could smash into bits I'd do it, and I... I'm glad you're doing it for me. That I don't have to be in it. It's just... It's not a catharsis if I lose you to it somewhere along the way. If that happened it'd be just one more thing HYDRA took from me.

[ His fingers came up, carefully brushing against her forehead, teasing back a few strands of damp hair from a streak of someone else's blood. The fact that she has fought for him, drawn blood for him, isn't lost for a second. He's wanted this. He's wanted to mean this to somebody, even before he'd discovered his Alpha status had been ripped from him. Perhaps it makes sense, a flaw he'd carried with him all this time, a hunger for someone to love him and fight for him. It had made him so damn loyal to Steve, hadn't it?

Now that purview is Jess', and hers alone. Bucky can feel the flare of her devotion for him, the quiet and wrecked passion, the receding panic, but it's when he lifts his head just slightly that he gets a flash of something. A memory, perhaps. A flicker of old pain in his head. ]

That door. [ He gestures toward it with a tilt of his chin, an old steel door leading to a room. ] There's high grade electrical cables running through the wall above it.

[ Bucky knew exactly what kind of gear would be on the other side, knew what it would do to his Alpha to see it, but they were here to dismantle this place and the people running it, and that meant destroying HYDRA's technology, too. ]

[Bucky hadn't been slow to let her in. Once those marks had been laid and they'd accepted each other, the next few days during his heat, he'd laid everything in his past out for her- in between the moments when they were both too busy to talk. He'd shared his trauma, his pain, his still open wounds with her and she'd done the same. Something that had been so impossible for her before became like breathing with him; trusting someone.

So when he mentioned the cables and she saw that flash of pain, her head turned towards the door and a seething rage took over her. She turned back to him, resting her head against his for a moment, drawing in his scent as she licked the taste of their blood off her lips before giving him one soft, quick peck.]

Stay behind me.

[The order came out, and she had to close her eyes again and take a deep breath.]

Please. We'll do it together, but for this, I go in first.

[And then she'd take her time dismantling and destroying something that had spent decades destroying him. If anyone was in there tinkering away, they'd better hope she never got her hands on them, because the people that caused him that pain, that treated him like some toy... those people were the ones she'd get her hands wet and red-stained for again.]

[ It would have been impossible to hide all of his traumas from her, and it's better like this. The exposure, understanding each other, and trusting each other with those secrets? It was necessary to the bond they had to build with each other, so that she knew and he knew that the ways in which they responded to certain stimuli wasn't the fault of anything they'd specifically done. Considering the type of traumas, it had to be done. There were too many triggers that could be pulled accidentally, and it was healthier for them both to know.

She saw it when his expression flickered, perhaps by now familiar, the recollection of a memory that was cold and sharp and full of electrocution but not much clarity. She knows and he can smell her anger, sultry as a thunderstorm rising from her like ozone singing in the frenetic air, after the lightning strike but just before the thunderclap. She's angry for him. It's even enough to cut a slither of arousal through his own anxiety of what he knows is beyond the door. ]

You go first.

[ He agreed. He couldn't have done it if he wanted to, couldn't take a step toward the door until she had, trailing quietly behind her, turning his back to flank her properly as he checks the other paths in and out of the building. They can't both have their attention on the door, and he has to trust her to take that part over to a certain degree. Besides, if he was looking in that direction he might have hesitated, might not be able to follow.

How many times had he bowed his head obediently and walked through doors just like this one, designed to resist the beating a super soldier with a metal arm might give them? How many times had he climbed into the chair willingly and taken the bit between his teeth, or been forced down at gunpoint by yelling handlers when his time between wipes had been left for a little too long? It was a room of agony and torture, yes, but more than that it was a room of submission to those tortures, by force or by pure, mindless obedience, and neither were memories he was in a hurry to recall right now. Surrendering to the terror of them would make him a worse soldier, and only put his Alpha in more danger than they already were in just being here. ]

[Anger is a familiar feeling for her, even though it has many subtle ranges, a wealth of flavors that intermingled with it to make it vary; from mild annoyance at someone babbling to the cashier in line ahead of her to the blinding fury of righteous retribution at the actions someone had taken against someone she loved. She had so few of those, so few ties to anything solid, and he'd become something so valuable to her so quickly... the idea of him suffering for years and her not doing anything about it made a sour taste creep up the back of her throat. She wished she'd known sooner. Wished she'd met him sooner. Wished a lot of things hadn't happened, but then she had to claw that wish back because without both their pain and trauma, neither of them would be there now.

One day, maybe she'd be willing to look at if she'd be able to give him up for that 'what if'. Today wasn't that day. Today was the day she made her way over to that door, hands curled into fists and heat emanating off her as she stormed towards the door. That lick of arousal she picked up from him only added another edge to her fury. Honed her temper to a laser point as she kicked the door. Once only dented it, but the second boot had the older metal twisting in and flying into the recesses that were lit with the gash of glaring outside light and the muted yellowing aged bulbs that were laced around the upper walls.

And there in the middle of the room was a caged chair. A glass enclosure hovered above it on hydraulics, the chair in the center, plugged in like some macabre dental abomination. A low pitched growl was coming from her and she had no control over it in that moment. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye behind an operational panel and she didn't even look fully before her arm was up, the gun she'd had tucked in the back of her jeans as a backup out and drawn before conscious effort had been put into it. A threat to her Omega. A goddamn torturer to the person she loved.

The shot rang out and she watched as the man in the lab coat looked myopically surprised, eyes huge behind goggles, mouth gaping before he crumpled down, hand over the hole in his belly, a grunt leaving him as he hit the ground.]

Fuck you, Dr. Dickless.

[Bring any of it. Fights, smooches, fucking, fighting fucking? The sky's the limit.]

[No dubcon or noncon, PM to discuss or with questions!]

[only up to date on the anime so far. Voicetesting.]

[OOC: I'd love to see someone push her up against a wall for a sparring session or to surprise her with something - but open to the usual ideas too.]

[Shove him? Punch him? Kiss him? All aboard.]

[how does he feel about a li'l light bondage of the webbed hands to the wall for making out variety?]

[Light bondage, you say? Did someone pick up a list of Matt's kinks? ;)]

To the surprise of no one who's spent more than five minutes with her, one of Penny's favored methods of flirting is really more like bantering, which sometimes turns into bickering, which isn't really what she came over to his apartment to do tonight. Rather than attempt to steer the conversation back to the point with any sort of finesse, she lets out a huff and shamelessly uses that Superior Spider-Strength(TM) to pin his wrists to the wall above his head, then deploys a little webbing to keep them in place and free up her hands so she can shut him up directly by kissing him.

He didn't know how they'd gone from friendly flirting to emphatic arguing, but they're in the middle of that when she shoves him. He tenses, because he expects a fight, but then his arms are up and- hey. That wasn't fair. And he didn't even get to voice that because her lips were on his and he suddenly wasn't invested in who might be right or wrong in that moment. Or fair.

Once she's pretty sure he's gotten the point, she breaks the kiss and starts casually undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. She's kind of stopped herself from getting it off entirely since she's trapped his hands, but she's pretty okay with just getting his chest bare at this point. "So I didn't actually come here to fight."

"You sure about that? I'm starting to think that's how you say hello." Maybe it was adrenaline or maybe it was just that she needed someone she could be angry around without it looking bad or ending badly. He wasn't sure. But it was hard to focus on the specifics when she was trailing her fingers along his skin. He gave an experimental tug on the webbing, but it stuck firm.

"I'll have you know, Spider-Woman's reputation is for being sassy and annoying, not broody angry." In another universe where money doesn't matter to either of them, she would happily just rip the shirt off him, but in this one, she's content to pull it open once it's unbuttoned and kiss her way down his chest. See? She's thoughtful.

"Are you saying that I bring out the angry in you?" Could be. But it always wound up with them naked and sweaty, and he was kind of okay with that not being something she wound up doing with everyone she bantered with. Or anyone, for that matter.

"What? No." Honestly, she has no idea at this point what his point is, which is part of why she's ready to casually distract him by cupping his dick through his pants.

He might have continued the conversation, or an attempt at it, but her hand was... fucking distracting. His eyes rolled back and he felt his hips buck a little into her touch. He tugged on his hands again, but he was stuck firmly to the wall. "Tease."

"What was that?" She smirks up at him shamelessly before moving her hand so she can start removing his belt. "I didn't catch that."

He hissed a little head falling back, eyes closing as he breathed in his nose, then moved to wrap his legs around her, trapping her there with him. "I caught you. And you're a tease, Penny Parker."

"What makes you think I was going to try to get away?" She nips at his hip before the belt comes open and she starts on the zipper of his pants. "Or that I was just teasing?"

Because she knew how much he liked to touch, so taking that away from him was a dirty, dirty tease. "I've learned to expect the unexpected from you."

"Sounds like my new motto."

She peels his pants and underwear down with a smirk big enough that she's pretty sure even he can sense it. "What do you expect now?"

( f/m for shipping/smut; f/f cool if we’ve threaded before! )

[Perhaps at a club after a show?]

[the one against the wall. Assumed cr preferred, also down to auing Connor out of DBH]

[ any route, pre- or post-timeskip. gen, shippy or smut all welcome! ]

[open to fleeing / fighting / fucking (m/m, 25+); pm if you want to discuss things first]

[ throw his ass against the wall baby, he's used to it ]

[More than likely the one being shoved but happy to discuss options!]

[Most people who meet Dawn assume that she is a kind, gentle person and they aren't wrong but she is also a trained fighter and when her adrenaline starts running high she sometimes becomes a lot more aggressive than she normally is.

Which is why the second Stephen lets her into the Sanctum Sanctorum and closes the front door she shoves him up against the nearest wall and crushes her lips against his. She's disheveled from a fight, her adrenaline is racing and in this moment all she wants to do is either fight more or fuck.]

The Sanctum knows when she's coming, alerting Stephen with a gentle hum in the back of his mind. He sets his books aside and moves to meet her at the door. It's late, but it isn't like either one of them keep normal hours.

And does he mind being shoved against the wall by his staggeringly lovely girlfriend? No. No he does not. Stephen grunts as he's spun and pushed, but he doesn't fight it one single bit. He takes in the bruised and rumpled state and smirks against her lips. Whatever she needs from him, he's willing to give it to her. Anything.

"Busy night?"

Dawn pulls back enough from their kiss to yank the night vision goggles off her head and toss them onto a nearby table

"Three drug rings and one mob boss who got his hands on some high tech weapons." She lists off hurriedly and unclips her wings, they fall to the ground with a thud and she stands on her tip toes so she can dig her hands into Stephen's hair and pull his face back down to hers. Kissing and tonguing him deeply.

Ah. It's going to be that kind of night. Not that he minds in the slightest, bending to meet her as she raises up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Quick and frantic against the wall is fine, but he'd really prefer that Wong doesn't accidentally walk in on them. "Hold on to me," he says between biting and hungry kisses. The world lurches and when it stops, they're in his bedroom.

There. Much better.

With the way that she's feeling right now she probably wouldn't even notice if Wong walked in on them, as it stands she barely notices that Stephen uses his magic to teleport them to his bedroom. She's far too busy kissing him and trying to remove his clothes but when he tells her to hold onto him she complies by hooking her leg up over his hip and pressing her body against his.

A second later they are in his bedroom and she takes his hands in hers and guides them to the long zipper on the back of her costume.

"Get me out of this thing." She demands as her hands travel down to caress the area between his legs.

((I know we've never discussed but Stephen would be a-ok with a pegging scenario when Dawn is super worked up))

"If you insist," his voice is a rough smirk against her lips as Stephen makes quick work of the zipper on her costume. Stephen's groan is muffled into another kiss as Dawn hauls him in hard.

"Tell me what you need tonight."

((ooh I'm totally down for that! Should this be their first time doing it?))

Dawn smiles and moves against him restlessly while he makes quick work of the zipper, she loves her Dove costume but it's always so tedious to get out of. Part of her is kind of jealous that Stephen's work clothes are both comfortable and easily accessible when it comes to things like after work sex.

"I need you." She says, pausing in her work to get him hard and quickly bends down to yank her costume off. She kicks it to one side of the bed and then goes back to touching Stephen. "I need to fuck you."

"Then I think you should open your present early." A pass of his hands frees him from the rest of his clothes so he can focus on doing the same for her.

A box appears on the bed, tied up neatly with a bow. Inside Dawn will find an impressive strap on in the colors of her costume, along with a bottle of lube.

They had talked about it before, and tonight was as good a time as any to break it in. "Open your present. Then I'll give you a second one."

"My present...?" She asks softly when he suddenly makes the box appear on the bed, looking up at him curiously but still with heated desire in her eyes.

When she opens it she makes a small sound, touching the strap on gently as a huge spike of arousal goes through her. They've spoken about it before but she had no idea that Stephen would want to do it so soon or would go to such lengths to buy something so uniquely her.

"Oh Stephen.... it's fantastic." She breathes and looks at him, licking her lips unconsciously.

"Are you sure?"

Stephen smiles as she takes in the gift, pleased that he chose well. He kisses the side of her neck and moves into bed.

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be giving it to you. Try it on," he reaches for the lube. "and I'll handle the rest."

Before, she had been racing to have sex but now she makes herself slow down so she can savor this special moment. Her whole body tingling with anticipation as she slowly puts on the harness, shivering a little at the feeling of the straps and the weight of the dildo that hangs off it.

She clears her throat and looks at him shyly once she's got it on.

"You like?"

"I think you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." Stephen has said it before, but the intent behind her eyes is enough to make him ache with want.

He can't prep as much as he'd like, but he can do enough before arching his back and encouraging Dawn to finally mount him.

"Now. Please."

"Thank you." She says, blushing and then climbs up on the bed, positioning herself behind Stephen.

She runs a hand down his back while the other coats the dildo with lube, her fingers following the curve of his spine until it reaches the swell of his tight ass. From here she moves forward a bit, rubbing the head and length between his cheeks.

"You look so sexy right now." She purrs at him.

ooc: preferred some CR before this but can likely handle anything. Can be in either position for this.

Control was key for their sect, to a point anyway and he could feel the threads breaking as time passed, his temper building to a point where there'd be no coming back, but he'd found methods of coping. The music helped, but it wasn't always available and sometimes he needed an outlet. Whether it be fighting or something else.

And there were people who could keep up with him, who he trusted to be able to pull him back from the edge even if he knew that wouldn't work forever. And at the moment, he's panting, one hand on his saber, blade digging into the ground as he stares at the man between himself and the wall. Their spar had moved all over the silent courtyard and he was almost certain he could feel eyes on them.

But he didn't want to step back either, his other hand braced against the wall beside Zonghui's head, taking a moment to try and calm his breathing.

Zonghui's breathing is even more ragged, his arms a little numb from taking the force of Baxia when Nie Mingjue's unleashing himself like so. He can keep up, but only barely, the entirety of his attention on the older man, the rest of the world vanishing from his mind.

Now, this close, his eyes are on Mingjue still, the sight, the sound of his breath, the scent of his sweat, wrapping him up so completely.

He tilts his face, ever so slightly, so his cheek can brush the inside of the strong arm braced against the wall. Mostly a silent query as he pants out a soft, "Sect Leader."

What else does Nie Mingjue need? He will give all, without hesitation.

The contact, the words are enough to have his grip relaxing, his eyes still focused on Zonghui as he tries to pull himself back, fingers flexing against the concrete, the wall solid behind his second.

"..I think that's enough for now." He manages finally, free hand at his side, giving Zonghui space to move.

"...You should rest. We have a long day tomorrow."

For a moment, Zonghui blinks at the sudden loss of contact, disoriented.

Then his eyes sharpen and one of his sabers drops to the ground as he grabs the front of Mingjue's robes. Z

And yanks him in so their mouths clash.

He can read his sect leader clear enough.

He hadn't made it an order, but that didn't mean he'd expected this, his hands moving almost automatically to grasp Zonghui's robes, fingers twisting in the fabric, torn between the urge to push him away and the shift inside him when their lips meet, the need for release redirecting.

And then he's kissing back, before his brain fully catches up, pressing Zonghui into the wall, breathing rough when he finally pulls back, even if it's only for a moment.

"...You don't have to do this." It's quiet.

"Mm." Zonghui 's eyes are slightly unfocused, the kiss every bit as amazing as he could hope for, Mingjue's desire burning through him.

And he grins, strength and fire in his eyes. Whatever may be accosting his beloved sect leader 's mind, Zonghui is in control and he's got him.

"What if I want to do it instead?"

A tease? A dare? A surrender?

All of them.

Zonghui is one of the very few who can slide past his defenses so easily with just a few words and Mingjue inhales slowly, lets out the breath and then he's stepping forward, pressing Zonghui back into the wall, one hand catching his robes.

"No complaints tomorrow." Not that he actually expects any and then his mouth is on Zonghui's again, this kiss more demanding, tongue slipping into his second's mouth, dragging it out. And when he breaks this one, he's pulling Zonghui into a darker corner of the sparring area.

"Tell me what you want, then."

⦗ He loves both shoving and being shoved ;) ⦘

( anything works :> )

[ ooc; pretty sure she’d be the pushed party here but 🤷‍♀️. there’s a multitude of reasons for someone to be pushed against a wall, so open to a variety of scenarios! previous and assumed cr, cross-canon, au and so forth loved! ]

[ Interested in kisses and shippy things for this meme. Not very interested in smut, but if it feels like the scene may lead naturally into it, please PM me. ]

[ Can be shippy or not. Smut ok. ]

To the wall

Against The Wall

Jessica Jones | JJ & Defenders

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I am the slowwwwest, I'm so sorry!

Never apologize. Always worth waiting for ♥

<3!

When it's worth it, it's worth it.

blade | nu: carnival

Riki | Ai no Kusabi | M/M pref for ships, OTA

Nickov // Original Character // M/M18+

Jiang Cheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi

Todoroki Shoto | MHA

Guinevere 'Guin' Davies / OC / OTA

Matthew Murdock | Daredevil | OTA

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Susie Lavoie (The Legion) ☻ Dead By Daylight

Pablo | Dream Daddy | OTA

rk800 "connor" | detroit become human

Claude von Riegan | fire emblem: three houses/hopes

scott hansen // pacrim verse

dean winchester | supernatural

Doctor Stephen Strange - MCU - very ota

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Nie Zonghui | Fatal Journey / The Untamed

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carol danvers | mcu | ota

ᒪOKI ᒪᗩᑌᖴEYᔕOᑎ ᐯᗩᖇIᗩᑎT ⦁ ᗰᑕᑌ / ᒪOKI ⦁ ᗰ/ᗰ

rhaenys martell targaryen | asoiaf/got | ota

laat dovahkiin • tes v: skyrim

gwen stacy | tasm/tasm2 | ota

Alicent Hightower | House of the Dragon

Xue Yang | The Untamed | Open

Monika || Doki Doki Literature Club || OTA

Remilia Scarlet | Touhou Project | OTA