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dc-marvel-life · 10 months

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These Are My Ladies

Request: Would it be too much to ask for a poly fic with female reader and all the marvel ladies being soulmates?

Pairing: Natasha x reader, Wanda x reader, Yelena x reader, Kate x reader, Carol x reader

Word Count: ~1.9K

A/N: Now, this was supposed to be a short fic, but it got away from me. Who knows, there might be more to this story. Dorogoy means sweetheart

Y/N was a well-known spy with the nickname; deadman. They called her that because you were a dead man walking when you saw her coming after you. She is no longer a spy because she was falsely accused of a crime she did not commit. No one heard her out, so she committed to a life of being an assassin/ mercenary.

While living her new life as a mercenary, she has had a lot of run-ins with the Avengers. She is on their most-wanted list but has yet to be caught.

The men on the team hate her because she is cocky, annoying, and arrogant. The women on the team have a different viewpoint of Y/N. The women all love Y/N because she is all of their soulmates.

Y/N is a soulmate to Natasha, Wanda, Yelena, Kate, and Carol, but they do not know about each other. They know that Y/N is a lesbian but not that she is poly with people on the team. Whenever Y/N runs into her girlfriends, no matter how much the job pays or how big the mission is, she always puts her girlfriends first.

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Now Y/N is in a warehouse that is in the middle of nowhere. It was an easy job for Deadman because all she had to do was blow up an abandoned warehouse and get a bank for it. There was no heavy lifting or killing; she just had to make a bomb big enough to blow up the warehouse.

Y/N just finished hooking up the bomb and is now leaving the building. While walking out, she heard a noise that got her attention. She goes and investigates the sound and sees Yelena.

“Hey, dorogoy, what are you doing here?” Yelena looks at Y/N, confused.

“What are you doing here!?” Y/N says, panicked.

“You just asked me the same question, but we are here on a mission. There are captives in the basement, and we are getting them out safely.

“Shit, get everyone out here now!” Y/N says and runs back to the bomb. Without thinking, Yelena tells everyone they must leave there immediately. Everyone is confused about why they have to go.

“Deadman is here and says that we need to go now!” Yelena says. When they hear that Deadman said it, then it must be serious. They ensure they get all the captives out of the warehouse into the jet.

Now Wanda, Kate, Yelena, Natasha, and Carol are waiting outside the building for their girlfriend to come out. Then the building blows up, kicking them back a bit and landing on their butts.

They get up and look at the rubble to see if Y/N made it out. After a few minutes and no sign of her, Carol and Wanda use their powers to go in and look for Y/N.

After a bit of time, they were able to find Y/N in the rubble, but she was unconscious and badly hurt. She has cuts and bruises all over her body, and her head is bleeding. They take her into the jet and go back to the compound. The ride back was silent because everyone was worried about Y/N. They give the captives to SHELID so they can go somewhere safe.

Once that was all settled, they rushed Y/N into the med bay with Bruce and Dr. Cho.

“What happened?!” Dr. Cho says, looking at Y/N, who is batter and bruised.

“There was an explosion on the mission, and she got caught in it,” Natasha says quietly.

“You mean the warehouse that should have been empty? Why was she there, and why was there an explosion?” Bruce questions the ladies because he knows Y/N was not there for anything good.

“Well, I am pretty sure she planted the explosion, but when she saw that we were there, she warned us and tried to stop it,” Yelena defends.

“It doesn’t matter what the story is; we need to help her, Bruce,” Dr. Cho says, taking a closer look at Y/N. Bruce sighs and helps.

“We will do everything that we can,” Bruce says.

“Please, she is my soulmate,” all of the ladies say at the same time. They all look at each other like they are crazy.

“What do you mean she is your guys’ soulmate? She is mine; we felt the bond and everything,” Wanda says.

“We felt the bond, too,” Carol says, and the rest of the ladies nod in agreement.

Bruce and Dr. Cho are stunned but don’t say a word and continue to help Y/N. The ladies gave Bruce and Dr. Cho space and left the med bay. They all walk to the living room to talk about the news that they just heard.

“So, are all of you telling me that you all felt the soulmate bond with Y/N,” Natasha says, and they all nod.

“How is that possible? When I first met Y/N, she was on a mission to kill someone, and I was going to stop her. We met eyes, and I immediately knew that Y/N and I were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together. She’s like home for me,” Kate says, upset that Y/N might not be her soulmate.

“I understand that. The same thing happened to me. She takes me out on the best dates and tells me she loves me. I guess she doesn’t, though,” Carol says with her head down.

“We go on lots of dates, and she says I love you to me too,” Natasha says, defeated. At that point, all the ladies realize that Y/N has claimed she is their soulmate. Also doing the same thing with each one of them.

“Look, let’s just confront her when she wakes up so we can get to the bottom of this,” Yelena says, standing up and then going to the gym to let off some steam.

Hours later, Bruce and Dr. Cho find all the ladies and tell them that Y/N is okay and now resting in the med bay. They all go together to see Y/N wake up.

They enter the room where Y/N is staying and crowd around her bed. At first, Y/N was asleep and slowly woke up to all of her soul mates at her bedside.

“Yee! You all are here,” Y/N looks around the room and sees that they all look mad, “I am sensing that you guys are mad,” Y/N says, sitting up in the bed.

“You have some explaining to do,” Wanda says calmly, trying her best not to raise her voice.

“Okay, what do I have to explain?” Y/N says, oblivious to the situation right in front of her.

“How come you have five soulmates? You know that is impossible to have right; you can only have one soulmate,” Kate says.

“Also, how can you make us all feel the soulmate bond!? Are you a mutant, and this is your power?! To mess with all of our feelings!” Yelena says, raising her voice, but Natasha calms her down by rubbing her back. Y/N looks around at all of them.

“What do you mean? You all are my soulmates. I can’t fake a soulmate bond; that will be impossible to do, and you all know that” Y/N sighs, “let me come clean. You are all my soulmates, and I love you all very much. I just have five soulmates. I thought I would only have one when I was younger, but all that changed when I met Nat for the first time” Y/N looks at Natasha and smiles. She grabs Natasha's hand and rubs her knuckles because she knows that Natasha doesn’t like PDA.

“Then I met Wanda for the first time, and it was the same magic all over again as I did with Nat” Y/N takes Wanda’s hand and kisses her knuckles because she knows that Wanda like it when she does that.

“Then I met Carol, and I realize that I am going to have many soulmates because the exact same feeling happened again” Y/N tugs Carol's belt loop so she can lean in and give Carol a kiss on the lips. Carol might be a big, bad, and powerful avenger, but she sometimes likes it when someone takes charge.

“I met Kate next and again; I felt the same bond as the rest” Y/N caresses Kate’s cheek because Kate loves as much physical contact as possible.

“Recently, I met Yelena for the first time, and the same thing happened again” Y/N tucks Yelena’s hair behind her ear. Yelena is just like her sister and doesn’t like PDA and is still warming up to being physical with each other. Now it is the small gestures that make Yelena feel special.

“The reason why I didn’t tell you all is because I wanted you guys to feel special and not like you are sharing me. I have been doing this for years, and don’t you all feel like I paid all my attention to each and every one of you” Y/N questions, and all the ladies nod in silence.

“See! Look, I know it was wrong not telling you all, and eventually, I knew that I would have to tell you all, but I didn’t want to ruin our magic. Plus, I am not the best of friends with the Avengers as a whole because of my background, and you guys weren’t going to tell each other that you were my soulmate,” Y/N smiles.

“Well, you were right about that, and you did make us feel special like we were your only soulmate,” Carol says.

“You came to every one of our dates and anniversaries,” Wanda says.

“You made sure you stay in contact with us daily,” Yelena says.

“Every time we needed you for something small or big, you came and helped us,” Natasha says.

“You made sure we were safe regarding a mission,” Kate says.

“I tried my best for all of you, and I love all of you with all my heart. You guys feel it too, because of the soulmate bond. I wouldn’t lie to you guys ever. I hope with this news that nothing has to change,” Y/N says hopefully.

“No, nothing has to change. You are an amazing soulmate to us all. Right guys?” Carol asks, and they all agree.

“Yeah, this can work. It was strange that I didn’t get jealous when you kissed or held the other hand like I do when it is a stranger,” Wanda says.

“That’s because you are all my soulmates. You shouldn’t feel jealous of each other, just other people. We are all bonded” Y/N looks at all her soulmates.

“So does that mean we are soulmates with each other?” Kate ask.

“Technically, yes and no. We are all bonded, but you guys don’t need to have any relations with each other. I mean, Natasha and Yelena are sisters,” Y/N says.

“They aren’t blood sisters,” Carol points out.

“I will never kiss Nat!” Yelena says.

“I will never kiss you either,” Nat says, and Y/N laughs.

“Not like that. If you guys want to cuddle or do other stuff with each other, I don’t mind because we are all bonded. Now let’s do a group hug,” Y/N says with open arms, and everyone joins in on the group hug.

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icecreamcakez · 10 months

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“Overloading Circuits” Ramattra x M! Reader

Content Warning: Male Reader, Overwatch 2, Overwatch, Ramattra, Size Difference, Robo Sex, Degrading, Praise, Gay Sex, Smut, Finger Fuck,

A/N: This is my very first fanfic I have written. I hope you enjoy it ! :3

It’s been weeks since you’ve been taken in by Null Sector, an extremist organization against the enslavement of omnics and protection against the abuse of humans such as yourself. You’ve learned to accept your captivity and started rethinking your role in Overwatch.

“Maybe I should leave Overwatch…I know they have abandoned me. I bet they haven’t even crossed the thought about sending a rescue team after me,” you mutter low to yourself with grit in your voice.

You softly sigh looking down at the cold concrete floor at your own feet that are attached with shiny metallic chains to ensure you do not escape from your cell despite it being locked well. An echo of footsteps is heard in the empty halls of your cell… Three? Two? No, it was one omnic. The worst of them all, Ramattra.

Ramattra was the leader of the Null Sector. He stood at a grand height of 6’4 with a cold metal faceplate that showed zero emotions. You could only read this man’s emotion through only his voice. His robotic eyes pierce at your gaze under him as he sets his staff against the wall outside your cell. Ramattra unlocks the cell with a hand scanner. It’s successful and retracts open as he takes a step in.

“Greetings, Human. I am Ramattra. You may know me as the leader of Null Sector,” Ramattra says in a low robotic voice, yet it sounded very human to you.

You open your mouth to talk but just as a breath exits your mouth, he holds his hand up to silence you.

“I know your name and why you're here, you do not need to identify or explain yourself.”

“Uh, okay…I was only trying to be polite,” you think to yourself slightly annoyed while gazing up at Ramattra.

He walks up to you and grabs the soft flesh of your chin towards him upwards to keep eye contact with your trembling self. He tilts your face side to side, appearing to be admiring your human features. You can almost tell he's impressed with you.

“You are quite attractive for a male human,” Ramattra says trying his best not to sound insulting

He was very fascinated by you. How your hair swayed, how your eyes glimmered in the rays of light, and how your body fidgeted under his grip on your chin. He lets out a soft chuckle and unlocks the shackles keeping you in place.

You begin to stand up and dust the dirt off your oversized t-shirt the omnic soldiers threw at you to change in. Right when you stand up, he pins you to the wall and leans real close to your face.

“Ah, ah, ah…Where do you think you're going?” Ramattra chuckles softly in a low and hot voice against your ear. "Just because I released you from your chains does not mean you can just get away without a price to pay…”

You blush slightly. “God, he's so giant compared to me, and so…hot?” You hate to admit it in your thoughts. I mean he's just an omnic, how hot can omnics get? “Alright, Ramattra, what do you want as payment?” You say with a small smug smirk. Ramattra seems to be thinking and choosing very carefully.

“I want a kiss.”

“Wait, what?” You blush a little redder than before.

“You heard me, Human. I want a kiss. Now.” Rammatra says in a slightly demanding voice.

Ramattra is enjoying himself seeing a puny little human under him. You sigh and softly kiss his lips under his face plate. He softly groans to your touch.

“You're so…soft…” He holds onto the back of your head and kisses you back passionately with soft gasps when there is an opportunity to breathe.

You softly whimper to the touch of the omnic’s body as he presses against you. This touch causes you to get flustered and a little embarrassed by your noises.

“Such pretty little noises for such a pretty little boy,” He says with a low growl and chuckles.

He makes his way back to kissing you but it seems to now get desperate. The kissing begins to speed up and he plunges even deeper into your mouth pushing his metal tongue through your soft pink lips to reach your own. Your tongues dance with each other hoping to taste more and more. You start to hold onto the side of his cold metal face and he stops mid-way to kiss your hand holding onto him.

“Such a good boy…” he whispers in your ear along with sweet nothings that make you tremble with pleasure. You felt like a little boy with his first school crush.

Your breathing starts to get hot and heavy with each kiss, you have to pull away just to take a breather. He is so lovely and divine, any human could fall for an omnic like him.

“Ngh…” you softly whimper while placing your forehead on his metal shoulder.

Ramattra notices you are hard as your clothed bulge accidently presses against his thigh. He chuckles and slides his hands down your waist towards your pants flicking the button teasingly. That button is keeping the distance between him and your length.

“Someone’s excited for me…aren't you?” He teases.

“Yes…Yes I am” You say blushing trapped in his robotic hold on you.

“Let me see more,” he says as he begins to take off your pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor.

He lays you on the bed in missionary position as he looks at your length with hunger in his eyes. Ramattra begins to take his large robotic cock out. The size intimidates you, covering your handsome face in a worried expression.

“I don’t think it will fit…maybe we shouldn’t,” you say hesitating being much smaller than Rammatra. He positions his length near and teases your hole.

“ I know you can take it, we’ll make it fit,” Ramattra says, massaging your slim warm waist in his metallic palms.

He goes slowly putting the purple tip in and then goes for it, shoving the rest in you. You make a choked whimpering noise. He feels so fucking good its unbelievable. It felt better than what a mere human could do to you. Ramattra groans and starts to quicken his pace in you. He reaches out to stroke your throbbing member bringing both of you to pleasure slowly.

You softly whimper and whine taking more and more of his omnic length in your petite body.

“Ah…fuck…The dirty little boy is all riled up by my touch.” Ramattra says with an evil grin.

He seemed to love your submissiveness. He goes even faster and strokes your cock matching the speed to bring both to your climax.

“I’m going to come…ah…” you say desperately.

“Beg for it” He says with a strained pleasured voice.

“Please, Ramattra sir! I’ll do anything for you…anything…”

Your eyes become teary in pleasure as you continue to moan louder each minute.

“That’s my good boy,” Ramattra shoves his fingers to quiet your moans from the omnic guards outside the prison entrance.

He thrusts both of their cocks at the same speed coming together in sync. Ramattra takes his hand out of your mouth tracing saliva out of your precious mouth. You were drooling over him with your head against the bed as he pulled out of you.

He nuzzles and kisses your neck greedily.

“My Human…” He says in a low and seductive growl.

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bluminex · 1 year

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Can I req reader that used to be a heavy drinker and theyve already been clean for months but readers old drinking buddies are pushing them to drink again and Yae Miko, Ei, Kuki Shinobu (separately) got mad with your old friends (also gender neutral please!)

Drunkard turns into normal person(real)!!

I was supposed to post this yesterday, though, here's one of the works that I was able to finish today. I'll get to work on the others in a bit after I get some rest.

Anyhow, enjoy the work! I'll be back to posting and working on your requests now. My passion and dedication to writing has been rekindled again after a few weeks have passed. I apologize for the delay of these works.

Yae Miko

Before, you were once a heavy drinker. You’d head out every time and anytime your drinking buddies had invited you to another drinking session. It had started to become an addiction; it had started to be more dangerous for you and your health. Someone had to put a stop to it, and that was your girlfriend, the cunning, prestigious, captivating, and teasing Head of the Grand Narukami Shrine, none other than Yae Miko.

To her expectations, you eventually stopped drinking for the sake of your own health… and partly also for her. Which also meant that you had stopped seeing your drinking buddies more often due to the fact that you aren’t going to be drinking anymore anytime soon.

It had been months ever since you went out to drink with your buddies. If you had to be honest, not drinking alcoholic beverages anymore have definitely helped your mental health and you’ve never felt better than you did when you used to drink! You’re quite proud of being months clean, especially with how much of an addict you were!

And today, you just so happened to coincidentally meet some familiar faces that afternoon as you were visiting the Yae Publishing House to check up on how Miko is doing behind the counters. You heard one of them call out to you, making you shift your attention from your girlfriend to whoever had called out to you.

“S/O! It’s been a while since we drank, eh?” The man waved as he approached you with a smile.

You nodded, “Yeah. Uhm, what brings you guys here? You here to buy a light novel?” You questioned, raising a brow at your old friends.

They laughed and chuckled at your words,

“No, you silly goose! We came here to ask why you aren’t tagging along to our night-outs anymore!” The other man folded his arms as he eyed at you.

“It’s been months, you know… we’re kind of missing your chaotic behavior a bit! We still have as much as fun as we did back then. You should definitely come tag along on tonight’s night-out!” A female voice sighed as she placed her hands on her hips.

You gulped, “Apologies, I’m gonna have to pass, I decided to stop drinking a few months ago.” You rested your palm on the back of your neck.

Their eyes widened, broadened even… eh, same thing. They stared at you in pure shock and disbelief, what they heard just now… that was real, wasn’t it? But the person they knew wouldn’t say such things like that. Just what exactly happened to you in a span of these few months, what made you drastically change?

Yae Miko narrowed her purple eyes at these ‘friends’ of yours. She was clearly starting to get irritated by this whole situation, maybe even a little intrigued.

“Where’s the fun in that?! You know, I don’t really know what changed you, but still… you should definitely tag along!” A man exclaimed, nudging your shoulder lightly as they laughed light-heartedly.

“Have I not made myself clea-“

“Nope, zip it! Sorry S/O but we aren’t going to tolerate the nonsense that you’re blurting as of right now. He’s right, you might be busy and all but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a bit of fun every once in a while!“ Another sound of a guy spoke to you.

Growing annoyed by their hopeless and pitiful attempts, Yae Miko simply could not just stand-by and not do anything about this idiotic matter. The Chief Editor hated- no, despised the idea or thought of you returning back to your former self all because she had allowed you to run off with your old friends.

“Ah, ah, ah… I don’t believe there’ll be a chance for your dear friend over here to accompany you guys on this ‘hangout’ of yours. My beloved has better things to do than spend time with you drunkards, isn’t that right, dear?~” Yae Miko smiled at you, though, just by her expression alone… you could clearly make out what she was trying to get across to you; “Play along.”

“That’s right, I do in fact have to accomplish some of my projects. I’m only here at the Yae Publishing House to check up on how Miko is doing so far in the day.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead as if to say you were a bit stressed out by many of these, totally not made-up last minute ‘projects’ of yours.

Their faces dropped and they frowned at your words. They were going to reply to your words and open up their mouths until they were again interrupted by the Guuji.

“Now, now… how about all of you skedaddle from here and go to that bar you all drink at. However, my lover here won’t be joining you fortunately. Besides, they have clearly stated that they do not want to drink with your group again, hence… they won’t be drinking at all anytime soon as long as I’m around.”

A shiver went down their spines, they hesitantly apologized to both you and Yae before hurrying up and out of the place, running up the stairs. You shifted your attention back to Yae after your old pals have scurried off deeper into the city.

“Yae… there was definitely some anger in your words just now. Are you perhaps… mad at them?” You questioned Yae, eyeing at her.

Yae Miko sighed, “Why would I not be? They wouldn’t stop pestering you to come with to another night-out where you’d eventually be persuaded into drinking. For all of my hard work to go to waste in just one night is rather saddening, don’t you think? With how much effort I had put in just to convince you to stop drinking was quite tedious you know. Now, returning back to our conversation just a moment ago…”

Raiden Ei

Ei didn’t like the idea of you drinking once she saw how drunk you’d get after going to the tavern whenever there’s a chance. With how much of a heavy drinker you are; you’d always return home so drunk to the point where you can barely keep your balance and know who you’re talking to at the current moment. She made sure to scold you whenever you drank. Though, she always was passive-aggressive with her words when it came to scolding you.

Once Ei had decided that enough was enough, she had forbidden you from drinking. In fact, she commanded you to not lay a finger on one alcoholic beverage ever again. No matter how much you had opposed to this, in the end not even you, the lover of Inazuma’s deity could even stop her. So, you forfeited, finding it pointless in trying to argue with her any further… deciding it might have been for the better good of your health.

Nowadays, whenever you return home from work to rest and snuggle up with Ei… you no longer reek of alcohol, which pleases your lover because the stench of alcohol would get to her. Another reason as to why she had banned you from drinking.

However, until one night… where you received a letter from your old pals. You could sense Ei glaring at you and at the letter as well behind you. You turned to look at her,

“...D-do you want to read it with me?” You asked, hesitantly.

She stared into your eyes as you spoke, she shook her head, “I’d rather you read it out loud to me. By the way, do tell… who wrote this letter to you?” Ei asked, raising a brow at you as she folded her arms.

You sighed, “It was from my friends, the ones that I used to drink with. I’m not really sure why all of a sudden, they sent me a letter.”

Opening up the letter, you began to read it out loud for Ei. As you were reading, you could feel the atmosphere around you tense up… she must’ve disliked the contents of the letter. Once you finished reading, she took the letter from your hands.

“Hey what was that for-“

How rude it truly was for them to try and guilt trip you into drinking with them again? They should be punished for it. A nuisance really… why must you keep in contact with them still? A bad influence they are… if Ei were to let you go with them, she’s sure that you would’ve returned to your old habits with no hesitation. No doubt in that at all.

She scoffed, pulling you closer towards her. She glared at you, folding her arms. You chuckled light-heartedly, clearly understanding what she was trying to get across.

“Don’t worry… I won’t go with them. How about I whip something up for the both of us? Though, I’m not sure if you’ll be of much help in the kitchen…”

Ei deadpanned at you, “I’m a bit offended by that… though, just this once I’ll let it slide. I’ll be waiting to eat your food, in the meanwhile… I shall ask of some of the guards at front to fetch me some Dango Milk from that stall…”

“Alright, it sounds like a plan then! I’m gonna head straight to cooking now! See you in a few!” You grinned at her. She smiled at you softly, nodding her head before turning around to command the guards at front to order the sweets from that stall… specially to order all the Dango milk they could offer.

Kuki Shinobu

Before you and Shinobu started dating, you were a drunkard. You’d drink so much every single day that you’re now well-known as a regular customer or “that drunkard” among the restaurants and bars. You also drank a lot with some friends of yours, the only time you’ll ever see them is when you’re drinking or maybe you might run into them in the city.

Though you may be known as a heavy drinker and the well-known drunkard in Inazuma city… the citizens of the city acknowledged that although you may drink a ton, you are a good person at heart. You were popular among the kids, as you would hang out with them whenever you had the chance.

From time to time, you’d give the kids a sip of some of the alcoholic beverages, and now they refuse to drink any of it again in the present time and also in the future with how bad it tastes. The first time you lent them a sip, they began to question how you could drink something so disgusting and bad? The parents of these children are relieved to know that you aren’t trying to influence them into drinking after you expYlained why you gave them a sip of alcohol.

A drunkard that lectures kids to not drink any alcohol at such a young age, and if they ever do so wish to drink in the future… drink moderately at least where you won’t get drunk. Ironic, isn’t it?

Now that you’re dating Shinobu, you noticed that you haven’t been drinking at all these days. Perhaps… this is because she kept scolding and giving you an earful whenever you’d arrive home drunk, go to her drunk, or just be drunk in general.

This was no way for how you should be living your life right now at all. Thus, led to Shinobu negotiating with the bartenders to not serve you any alcoholic drinks anymore. Fortunate for her, they were very much understanding, as they could understand where she was coming from.

After a few months have passed, you’ve completely stopped drinking. Shinobu couldn’t help but feel like a proud mom with you overcoming your addiction to drinking. After all, it wasn’t an easy thing to achieve. The day today was going as smoothly as ever, until some familiar faces had bumped into you and Shinobu.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going- S/O?!”

“…” Shinobu recognized their faces the moment her eyes landed on them. Before they could even get another word out, she grabbed your hand and walked in the other direction. You were confused as to why she had pulled this stunt when your old friends were trying to strike up a conversation with you.

Once you were further away from where you were, you immediately asked her,

“Shinobu, what was that all about? Why’d you run off with me like that?” You asked, looking at her very puzzled.

Shinobu turned to look at you, sighing, “…They were going to try and pressure and persuade you into drinking again. I could sense it, my guts told me, and I just couldn’t ignore that feeling. I don’t want you to become an addict again like you were back then.”

You blinked at her.

She stared into your eyes for a few seconds before quickly averting them.

“Oh. Well, makes sense… you’re my girlfriend and all and you just want what’s best for my health!” You chuckled at your words as you grinned.

“I promise you that I won’t ever go back on my word. I promised you I’d stop drinking and I’d never think of breaking that promise that I swore to you.” You reassured her.

Shinobu sighed of relief, her cheeks slightly red, “Good. Now, how about we go and check in on the boss? I’m a bit worried he’s causing a ruckus again…”

“Yeah sure, let’s go and find Itto and the rest of your gang! Uhm… after we do that, can we perhaps go back to that street? I saw a stall and it was selling one of my favorite dishes.” You asked nervously.

Shinobu gave you a calm nod. Removing her mask and pulling it down, she kissed you on your cheek. (If you’re tall, then pretend she got on her tippy toes to kiss your cheek, if you’re short, then think of the opposite.)

You blushed, looking at her with widened eyes. You felt your face getting hotter and hotter by each passing second. Though, you were not complaining… you could get used to being kissed like that by your girlfriend in public more.

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If you ever so wish, go check out my Ao3 account. I've posted a new work over there, completely unrelated to Genshin, but it's about the show "Wednesday". Wenclair is canon, you cannot tell me otherwise. Let me believe in what I want.

My Archive of Our Own account, or otherwise known as Ao3, is Royy_Bluminex.

Please, ignore my first two works... It was a strange phase of mine hahaha. Well, enjoy reading those old works of mine if you wish. I can't say that I'm exactly proud of it... So, if you see something that you weren't expecting, just keep your mouth shut.

Oh wow. Uhm. I'm writing this (this very sentence) like 20-30 minutes after...

My mother just informed me that my dearest cat, Mio, has died. My father seemed to not notice him resting under the car and ran over him accidentally.

Death is unpredictable, which is why you must be prepared to face it.

R.I.P Mio, you were a great cat. I'm glad I took care of you while we still had time.

#yae miko x reader #ei x reader #raiden ei x reader #shinobu x reader #kuki shinobu x reader #gn reader #genshin impact #author is sleep deprived #im back bitches

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mimimirilurk · 11 months

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Who Knew? [3]

Chapter 3 —⁠☆ The More The Merrier.

During the library scene —⁠☆

{Outside of Y/N's POV}

The mellow yet audible exchange of the librarian and Y/n may fall under the radar of others, except for one. There's a certain bookworm in his usual spot, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tsk, it's so noisy." The silver haired man closed his book before he promptly stood up and approached the reception desk. "Is that so Y/n?" Tighnari chuckled. "Your life seems so interesting!" he added, with a soft smile. Y/n laughed, her smile beaming. Before Y/n could continue her words, "Excuse me." a cold voice interrupted along with the slamming of a book. "I'd like to borrow this, please." Y/n looked over to see who it was and glared upon realization. She thought, rude much?

The next day —⁠☆

{Back to Y/N's POV}

I'm sitting in my lecture hall with Gorou and Kokomi since we got there early. I lean onto the table in front of me, yawning. "Thank god school's been slow! I would've died by now if not." Gorou sighed, his tired expression only exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. "Jesus Christ, are you sure you aren't dead?" I retort, and he shoots me an annoyed glare. Kokomi pats his shoulder, "No but really, you okay Rou?" Gorou sighs once more, "Being President is a lott.. they make me do so much stuff..!" he groans in frustration. "You know, for once I agree with you. I'm soo thankful it's been a pretty slow start this year. It gives me time to wind down." After I said that I heard snarky laughing from behind me, laughing that sounds all too familiar. I felt the anger inside me bubble up. "How lazy of the *top student* to say. Expected better from you." Alhaitham said bluntly as he passed by. I felt so done. "Oh shit- Kokomi, we should probably go. It's almost time for our lectures." Gorou said, tapping the other on the shoulder. I shot up. "What? No way- Don't leave me here with him please!" I joking, yet also seriously beg. Gorou hurriedly packs up their stuff as they get up, "Sorry Y/n! You're on your own!" he said as he dragged Kokomi out of the room. I slouched back onto the table, sighing. Alhaitham behind me, chuckling. "I hate it here." I mumble.

Our creative writing teacher was unavailable for today so, Ma'am Miko filled in for them. We spent a while discussing, normally I'd get somewhat bored but she was so captivating. She kept the discussion fun, engaging, and educational. It's not rare but it's just admirable how easy she makes it look. At the end she gave us an assignment. Unfortunately, it was in pairs. She hummed as she scanned the room, the pairs would be up to her. I got paired up with the girl in front of me, Beidou.. I think was her name. I hear a scoff from somewhere near me, "Goodluck to your partner." I whip my head around to face Alhaitham and instinctively start bickering with him. While I wasn't paying attention, Ma'am Miko was giggling and approached me. "Miss L/N?" I swiftly turn towards her, "Y-Yes..?" She has this smile on her face, I couldn't place it but it felt somewhat mischievous. "I think I mixed up your pairing. He-" He? "was supposed to be your partner." I blinked at her, and pointed at the silver haired asshole behind me, "Him? Alhaitham?" She nodded, "Is there a problem?" I shake my head. "Alright then, I apologize for the mix up." She informs Beidou who her new partner was before promptly returning to the front of the class. She discusses the assignment briefly, then dismisses us with copies of more in-depth instructions. I spot Diluc and Kaeya outside of the lecture hall and hurry over to them. "Did you guys come to pick me up?" Kaeya puts his arm around me, "Yep, let's go!" He says excitedly has he started dragging me out into the halls. {Outside of Y/N's POV}

Alhaitham let out an irate sigh at the sight of Y/n and the brothers. "There's two more now?" he gathers his things and gets up. He makes his way to the front, "Ma'am Miko, do you have a moment?"

a/n: ANOTHER CHAPTER YAYYY

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mars-tamriel-explorer · 2 years

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The College of Winterhold

"So, just to recap, dragon necromancers are a thing now. Am I the only one who finds that highly, highly concerning?" Lucien asks the table as the four of them conspire over drinks at the Braidwood inn.

“It spells trouble,” Inigo agrees.

“Feels like there’s something that we’re still missing. I hope Delphine’s planning skills are better than her manners. Sneaking into the Thalmor Embassy won’t be an easy task,” Kaidan sets down his mug of ale. Ravenna doesn't chime in, and the other members of her party have silently agreed to let her be, under the impression that she must still be cooling off after the near-argument with Delphine.

Ravenna is here at the Braidwood, in body, but mentally she is trapped back in the moment that black dragon locked eyes with her. The terror of being seen by something so ancient and unknowable - being known by it - Ravenna hadn’t had time to process in the moment, but now, black wings and red eyes are all she can think about. It's terrifying - not just because that dragon knows her, but because she knows it as well. Bone-deep and as surely as she knows herself, unavoidable as the sun will rise. Its name is right on the tip of her tongue. In the midst of her contemplation, the conversations of her allies have been muddled into background noise, and she fails to notice when two of them have already departed to their rooms for the night. Kaidan is rousing her from her internal thoughts later into the day than she should be awake.

“Are you well?” he asks, sounding legitimately concerned, “Did Delphine’s hazing upset you that much?”

“She was annoying, but no. It's the dragon, the black one. When it was speaking to me in the dragon language, it said something. "Ruvaakkiir." I don't know exactly what it meant, but the way he said it - it felt like that dragon was calling me by name."

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“Delphine said she needed some time to plan, what do we want to do while we wait?” Ravenna asks at the breakfast table the next evening.

“That is a good question,” Inigo says, “We should certainly consider our options.”

“Well, I don’t know about the two of you -” Lucien says as he hurries to their table late - and carrying many notebooks and loose pages, “But I could use a break from dragon-chasing for the moment. Preferably to catch up on my research before we get put into any more serious life-threatening situations.”

“In that case, why don’t we trek out to Winterhold and see the college? I’ve actually never been there myself,” Ravenna suggests.

“Yes, why not?” Inigo agrees, “You two would benefit from studying among other skilled wizards.”

“I can’t say I care for the idea,” Kaidan scowls, "Getting involved with those mages."

"Why is that? Do you have some sort of issue with magic?" Ravenna asks.

"Magic users, aye," Kaidan replies without hesitation, "Have you seen what haagravens do to their captives? Or how a warlock can capture a man's soul inside a stone when they kill him?"

"Kaidan, magic can be used to do all sorts of good too," Ravenna counters, "It can heal the wounded and cure the sick, create light in the dark or guide the lost back to their course. It isn't any more good or evil than a sword in the wrong man's hands. Besides, aren't you at least curious to see the inside?"

Ravenna asks him that last question with a playful smirk and a twinkle in her eye even though he’s being a bit of an ass about the subject, and honestly he’s grateful for her good graces. He can think of many people who would take far less kindly to being told how much he hates the thing they’ve dedicated themselves to than she has. That, and he remembers the last time he heard her talk like this, back in Falkreath’s great cemetery. He doesn’t want to own it now any more than he did then, but he knows there is truth to what she says.

“I still think the College is hoarding all manner of knowledge and secrets from across Skyrim - but I can’t say I’d mind a look at their archives,” he relents, giving in to the warm teal-blue of her eyes even though he knows the color is an illusion. He can’t say he dislikes the way they light up at her little victory in the end, either.

They take a carriage out to Winterhold, since the weather is too harsh to make the journey on foot. Inigo, Lucien, and Ravenna squish together on the bench and read their silly book some more, leaving Kaidan alone and sad on the opposite bench. They even get the carriage driver in on it after their snickering and chatting peaks his interest. Winterhold, when they arrive, looks every bit the felled giant it is, but the college still towers proud over the otherwise ruined city.

After the comically unofficial entrance exam and a tour of the campus they tuck themselves away again at the Frozen Hearth, sleeping while the sun is up and joining the other students in the Hall of Elements for the night classes instead. Professor Tolfdir starts them off tame with ward spells Ravenna has been familiar with for almost 200 years now before having everyone prep their things to journey out to the ruins of Saarthal. Kaidan takes the time to rib Ravenna over these classes despite being at least as excited as Lucien to see those ruins as they make their way out and she and Inigo whistle silly tunes back and forth in the echoey Hall of Elements before they properly leave.

The journey to Saarthal is frigid, Kaidan has to walk close to Ravenna the whole way there to keep the snowstorm from pushing her over, and it is a relief when they finally enter the ruin. Ravenna is instructed by Tolfdir to assist the college enchanter, and Lucien tails her eagerly so not to miss out on anything they might learn. Of course, it doesn’t take much time before things begin to go awry, as the two of them are suddenly trapped after pulling an amulet off the wall. This issue is not solved until Ravenna puts on the amulet, which reveals another portion of the ruins. Tolfdir seems unbothered by this, and leads her and her allies further into the ruins - seeming to completely abandon his cautious attitude from earlier. Team Dragonborn has an entire eye-contact discussion about this before they ultimately follow him.

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A strange density fills the room when they walk in, which freezes the motion of Ravenna’s companions, but not Ravenna. It is followed by a flash that manifests into a man. He announces his affiliation with the Psyjic Order right away, knowing she is familiar. Ravenna remembers in fact, when the news of the Isle of Artaeum’s second disappearance began to sweep Tamriel. This Psyjic sorcerer tells her that something has been set into motion, which she will not be able to stop.

A good stretch of dangerous ruins later, she finds out exactly what kind of web they’ve gotten tangled into. The …Orb is unlike anything any of them have ever seen. It hums lowly and the air around it is electric, so alive it feels like the slightest touch of magic might set the whole room sparking. Professor Tolfdir decides to stay there with it, sending the rest of them back to the college, and on their way out, they approach another word wall. Ravenna hears it before she ever sees it, an ancient chant whispered to her ears only. The dizziness isn’t as harsh this time, but she still feels disoriented afterwards, and it doesn’t play nicely with the incoming fatigue that all of them are getting a taste of right about now.

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After they make their report to the Archmage, they rest at the inn, eat, bathe, et cetera. Another eventful day has Inigo and Lucien both retiring early, and Ravenna should be doing the same, but does not. Instead she bothers Kaidan, prying into his history a little for the first time since they’ve met.

Kaidan reluctantly reveals that he is in Skyrim to discover more about his heritage. Ravenna is surprised to learn that he doesn’t even know his own race, though she supposes if she had noticed it before now, she’d be curious about it too. She is not, however, surprised to learn that he was raised as a Nord. Certainly explains his disposition against magic, to some extent.

“Why didn’t you mention this to anyone while we’ve been travelling?” Ravenna asks, “We could have been helping you all this time.”

“I didn’t - Couldn’t -” Kaidan doesn’t let himself fumble for words for long, despite how bad he knows this is going to sound, “Look, I might’ve mentioned it sooner if the situation had been different. But getting accustomed to this whole ‘trusting-a-vampire’“ thing hasn’t been an easy adjustment for me, alright?”

Kaidan had leaned closer to Ravenna to whisper when he said the V-word and when he pulls back away she just blinks at him with those big, teal blue eyes. She takes a moment to respond.

“Was that … it?” She asks him, sounding unexpectedly unbothered.

“I mean, yeah,” he says it like a question, “Didn’t expect you to be so casual about it.”

“I’m used to the social consequences of my condition,” Ravenna says, leaning her head down on the table, “People are always distant towards me once they find out. Inigo and Lucien are the first people in many long years to be so comfortable with me even after knowing. I’m endlessly grateful for them.”

Every time Kaidan speaks to Ravenna, she seems more and more human to him. He’s not sure yet if he finds that relieving, or distressing. She clasps one of his hands on the table and promises they’ll help him figure out his origin along their travels, assuring Inigo and Lucien’s aid as much as her own, before trailing off to bed and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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The next morning, Kaidan’s rude awakening is to something warm and furry hitting him in the face. For a moment he forgets that they are not camping, and fears that the fur is Inigo's and he's somehow wound up cozying into the stupid little cuddle pile his other companions form when they sleep in Ravenna's cramped tent. As he comes back to his senses though he remembers that they are staying at the inn. He pulls the mass of fur away from his face and realizes it is actually a large fur cloak. He also realizes Ravenna and Lucien are in his room, snickering at him.

"What is this?" Kaidan asks.

"It's a cloak," Lucien sasses, "Obviously."

"An expensive one at that, feel," Ravenna adds excitedly. Kaidan does, he runs his thumbs over the fluff in his grip and feels that, yes, the fur is thick and soft, the lining is insulating. It's nicer than anything he could afford on his own or make for himself.

"Okay, I see that. Why?" He tries again.

"Because it's cold out," Ravenna retorts, "Winterhold has no carriage service, remember? We'll have to walk back to Whiterun for those books, so I got each of us one. Lucien helped me pick yours out." Kaidan immediately checks the cloak for whatever practical joke Lucian hid in here.

"Oh, don't look at it like that, I haven't done anything -"

"Mhm, sure you haven't," Kaidan interrupts Lucien, pulling a large slug out from inside the hood of the cloak and throwing it at him.

#Gonna write Inigo helping Lucien find that slug later #Lucien is more freaked out by it than Kaidan is #Inigo and Lucien anytime Ravenna and Kaidan have romantic tension in front of them like 👀#I'm playing lots of DMC and Enderal lately so skyrim content output is decreased :/#TES V SKYRIM #Skyrim #Modded Skyrim #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #inigo the brave #inigo skyrim #lucien flavius #Ravenna the Dragonborn

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luka-ali · 2 years

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Leia (Wife! Akane x Painter! Kokonoi x Painting! Inui)

Angst

Word count: 1.37k

(Inspired by Luka Megurine-Leia)

His wife died. Her body was reduced to nothing but ash the unfortunate incident that nobody had predicted. He never hated flames more in his life. He despised them. More than that, he despised himself for being powerless. He tried to save her. Like a hero on the battlefield, he ran to her, not caring if his skin burned, not caring if his property is destroyed, not caring about anything. He just wanted his wife to be safe and sound.

The Gods surely hated the man. Somebody had cursed him. If they wanted they could've taken him away but they chose to make him suffer. Maybe he didn't deserve happiness. Maybe he was the worst kind of scum. He was there sitting outside the ICU, hoping that everything will go back to the way it was.

"I'm sorry, She is dead," One of the doctors had informed him. He stood there looking at the white walls with a blank face. He did not believe that she died. The doctor was lying to him. He was jealous of him. How can Akane die when he could still see her right next to him?

Kokonoi came back to his cabin. It was a place where he would paint his pieces. He was known for his talent, he was young and had a vision that artists hold to make themselves known to the world. He could feel it, his Akane was right here. She just needed a physical form. How can he give her that?

After a lot of thinking, he came to the conclusion that he would make a painting of his wife. That way, he could look at his wife, talk to her, and stay with her. Kokonoi took this sketchbook and started jotting down ideas.

"No! No! No! this is not right!" He yelled in annoyance as he ripped the painting rigorously. The painting didn't look right, it didn't feel right. It was the imposter of Akane. His Akane was as pretty as a lily, as enchanting as the stars, as captivating as the snow, and as heartwarming as the new year's dawn.

After a painful year and a half. Finally, He drew a painting. He stood there in awe. What was this feeling? This nostalgia?

It feels like love. He fell in love. The painting was ideal, the best version of his love. The burn on the side of her head was an interpretation of the fact that his love was the prettiest even with imperfections. Her hair was slightly chopped, to show her delicate neck. Her transparent skin was as white as snow.

"This is it, Here you are with me, My love," Kokonoi said as he caressed the face of the painting. He ran his nails on the neck of his love as he was reminded of the first night of their wedding. Anyone would look at him and say he was indeed too deep in love. Almost unhealthy.

Let me feel you one more time.

Kokonoi had been telling a story about an annoying customer he had come across at work. He had been seated at the dining table with his meal in front of him. This painting was placed with the utmost care on the chair that was right in front of him. An exact plate of food in front of it.

Kokonoi felt as if it was the first time they met, in the library, where he felt tingly like there were butterflies flapping their wings in his stomach. This feeling is real. He was happy, he could feel his love's presence. He smiled brightly as he continued to talk to the painting about his days at work.

The painting wasn't living. He was a fool.

Let me touch you one more time.

"Where are you, my love?" He called out as he came back home from work. He embraced the painting at the sight of it. He knew that his love embraced him. He could feel his love's warm embrace, it had always been like that. He used to cuddle with her under the sheets vulnerable as he showered her with his love.

Surely, if he can touch and feel the things he knew before, the painting was indeed living. His lover was right next to him, right?

Let me see you one more time.

"Mr. Kokonoi has lost his mind. He tells us that his wife is alive and they are the happiest. I went to the funeral and also visited her grave. She is no more." One of his friends at work said. He didn't mean to eavesdrop but when he did he was furious.

First the doctor and now his friends. What is going on? He saw his love right this morning. There is no way she is dead. Who do those people think they are?

He lost himself too deep. No one can bring him back to the shore.

"My love, Open your eyes", He asked as he looked at the painting. The painting barely did anything. Kokonoi had tears in his eyes. No! he refuses to believe that his colleagues were telling the truth. His love is right in front of him. He wasn't crazy, he wasn't mad. He was just a lovesick fool who is sinking deep in love, that's not abnormal.

"Look at me, I beg of you, "He said as he cried loudly at the painting. Why wasn't it responding to him? He looked at it closely, the cardboard canvas felt nothing like skin, no butterflies, no flowers blooming in his chest. He can't feel any more but at least he can hear his love's voice, he can see her, smell her fragrance.

"If you can't look at me, I'll give you my eyes," He said. He took his favorite palette knife that his wife had once gifted him and gouged his eyes and offered it to his love. He will do anything for his love. He knows no bounds.

Let me hear you one more time.

"What have I done?" He asked himself in despair. He can't look at her beauty. The face that he sees every morning, every night, every time.

'Koko, it's alright,' He heard the sweet voice of his wife. Yes! everything is alright. You are here with me, I am here with you. Nobody will come between us. He can listen. He can talk to her. That's all he needs to survive. A sign, it doesn't matter if he can't feel her, touch her, or see her. As long as he had a sign, that his love is here. That's all he needs.

Let me smell you one more time.

"What's wrong? My love," He spoke once again. This time couldn't hear anything. Why? everything was fine before. Why was this happening to him?

"You gave me a sign last time, where are you now?" He called again. He smelled gasoline. It was the same smell like the last time he saw her. She was calling for him. He poured gasoline on the painting and himself before lighting a match.

He reminisces the flames, those darned flames that took the life of his love, and the smell of burning wood surrounding him. He couldn't see anything. He wasn't sorrowful, he was going back to his wife. He was happy, almost beaming in joy.

'I'm coming back to you, My love," He said his last words. A perfect ending where he dies along with his love. Sadly, when he went to the afterworld he didn't meet his love because his love was a mere painting.

People do outrageous things in the name of love. Even the smartest of folks fall prey to this damaging feeling. To him, he never once regretted falling in love with Akane. At the end of his story, he had been unfaithful to Akane. He failed to realize that 'His Love' and 'Akane' were two different beings. His painting was who he wanted Akane to be; not who Akane actually was.

Drawing of Koko's love.

#Tokyo Revengers #koko #tokyorev kokonoi #kokonoi angst #kokonoi headcanons #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers angst #tokrev #tokyo revenger #akane #inui seishu #inupi seishu #tenjiku #toman #akane inui #tokyo revengers #tokyo revegers angst

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snapzback · 2 years

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▪ man. i never thought about sex this much until kitkat. wtf.

▪ nobody else gives me any kind of reaction, but i see him smilin at me and i feel like i want to just. put him inside of my body. like if he was inside my ribcage then itd be okay.

▪ i remember when i was a kid, there was this other monster that i thought was the coolest. he gave me a card for valentines once and i was so happy i ate the card. he thought i was a weirdo and never talked to me again.

▪ i get that same feelin with kitkat. i like him so much i want to put him in my mouth and keep him forever. that sounds so stupid. but sex is just a temporary, fleeting thing. but im too scared of something that's more permanent. im too scared of screwing it up and when our hearts pull apart, it'd hurt more than anything.

▪ im a coward. i dodge everything cause im scared of pain. i'll crack my skull on the pavement but i can't take a punch. i won't take a punch. i'll run and run and run.

▪ but when it's kitkat i cant run. i dont move. i want everything about him and i want it in my mouth. if it's in my mouth, and i swallow it, it's mine forever. funny things for a skeleton to say. it just comes right outta me. but he's made of magic and so am i, so maybe it won't fall right out.

▪ maybe this is something that won't fall through the cracks. or am i stupid to think it'll ever last. he likes me right now, but will he like me when i snap? when i think it'd be better if he hated me. when i break something that he cherishes so much and i can't put it back the way it was.

▪ i was such a mess when that monster called me a freak, i remember i grabbed sans' telescope and chucked it into the water. i tried to go in to get it, but it sunk through the mud and i couldnt find it. it's probably still down there. sans was so angry at me. i dont think, i cant think. when im like that... im a real monster. im a real freak. im so scared of screwing up and losing kitkat too. im so scared that im gonna fuck it all up and im gonna be alone again. i dont wanna be too much. i dont wanna be annoying to him. it's fine with strangers. they dont matter.

▪ kitkat matters. he matters so much. and if i screw this up, he won't even hate me, and it'll hurt worse when he won't want anything to do with me. i don't know what i'd do. i wanna tell him that if he leaves i'll die. but that means he'd be my captive or something. i dont want that. maybe it's how im supposed to be. isnt that what it is? 'fell' types are all wrong and bad and twisted, 'tale' types are good and honest and bright. i dont think that classification makes sense.

▪ i think tale types have families that care about them and love them and want them around even when they do things that disappoint them. fell types dont have that. fell types have to pull themselves up and play the game on hard mode. im tired of playing on hard mode. i want to play on easy or normal. i want to just laugh and not worry about how many lives i got. i wanna fall in a spike pit and just magically be ok cause im invincible. i wanna be asked if i wanna skip the level cause it's too hard.

▪ tale types are pokemon casual plays. fell types are nuzlocke plays.

▪ whats this got to do with sex lmfao im so retarded im so nuts. i just keep talking and none of it makes sense and i wish i wasnt so scared. he keeps telling me it'll be okay and that he'll love me regardless but the thought of it breaks me into pieces. like i know that it doesn't work that way. everybody's got a line that once it's crossed, that's it. there's a reason im the most annoying guy in the underground. i dont tell you i love you, i fill your shoes with slime and laugh at you when you break your face on the pavement.

▪ i can't even say i love you without cringing. it's not you that's cringe, it's me. i'm cringe. i dont know who i am without all the jokes and shit. i dont like who i am without it. i think im still that kid that eats his valentines cards.

#!txt #!private #r slur cw

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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thank you guys for hosting this event!!! if anyone feels ~inspired~ could i request headcanons of kid with a gn!s/o who is pretty sociable and well liked by most people? maybe when they’re out together, they’re constantly stopped by random ppl who wanna chat with his s/o. could be modern or within canon? thank you guys again!!! it’s been so much fun reading all of the works you guys have published so far!! 👾

requested by: anon

written by: lemon ( @eustasssimp ) a/n time 2 spread more kid propaganda heheheheeheheh

Kid x GN reader

SFW Prompt: Having a sociable S/O wc: 0.5k

Kid would get so annoyed by how you get almost swept away by people who try to talk to you. No matter what scowl he has, he feels like he's the guard dog to someone who shines like the sun.

He fell in love with you, was first interested in you, because of the captivating presence you had. The red head would never admit it, but he (at least internally) used to be one of the people who longed to come up and talk to you whenever he saw you. Before the two of you got together, he'd find any and every reason to be around you. Even then, the constant stream of people who wanted to talk to you, thank you for something you did, got on his nerve.

It's jealousy, is what it is. Would Kid ever admit it? Of course not, this man admits to none of his feelings unless he does it in a fit of rage.

But, as much as he hates it, he knows what it feels like to be drawn in by your presence, so he lets these strangers, these townspeople, these commoners, come up and talk to you.

He'd cut the interactions off if they went for too long, meaning if they were longer than a couple minutes he'd tug you away with a grumble. You'd notice how his arm went around your shoulders a little more firmly, how he pulled you to him a little tighter.

Kid is frustrated by how people don't get scared off by his scowling, daggered stare, but that just goes to show how much people love you.

If he gets too jealous, if there was one person too many that came up to talk to you, he'd start to not be able to play nice (playing nice means not telling them to fuck off) and get a bit possessive. He'd kiss you out of nowhere as you talked to someone, making sure to smear his lipstick onto your lips just a little, or put his coat over you to make sure that there was no mistaking you as his S/O.

When the two of you leave a conversation from someone, Kid almost always has something to say, some sort of judgement he's made, about the person that you were talking with.

Kid likes knowing things, being kept in the loop and aware of the lives of the people who are important to him, and as much as it infuriates him that includes these nobodies that come up to talk to you.

"Who was that jackass" "They talked to you like you bought them a fuckign island" "They looked like that guy from last week" "What the fuck do you do in your spare time" The questions are always brash, harsh, and insulting towards the person that was just talking to you, but it's all in his attempt to not sound curious.

Because, of course, he's Eustass Captain fucking Kid, he doesn't wonder, doesn't care, isn't curious about anything, anyone, anytime (yeah sure okay bby)

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece scenarios #one piece imagine #eustass captain kid #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x you #kid x you #lemon writes

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rekreku · 2 years

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crushes.

various jjk characters x gn! reader

type: fluff! + slight suggestive themes

prompt: in which the sorcerers fall in love with you and have different ways of showing their (not-so) hidden affections for you.

note: tysm for all the love on my last post. :’) i seriously appreciate it a lot!! you guys are very wonderful and sweet! <3 i enjoy writing stuff like this. :] if you have any requests, my inbox is wide open. <3 ALSO, slight suggestive themes in gojo’s preference!

characters include: itadori, megumi, kugisaki, & gojo.

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when ITADORI crushes on you, expect…

late night phone calls; he loves the sound of your voice and tries to make up any excuse he can to talk to you. even if it’s a stupid or overused reason such as, “oh, i need help with this homework, i didn’t study!” (despite there being no homework assigned).

him trying harder to make you laugh; anything he can do to hear that sweet, melodious laugh of yours, he’ll do it.

awkward flirting out the ass; he tries his best to flirt with you, but it’s almost always awkward, (that is, when he tries to flirt). he’s actually a pretty good flirt when he doesn’t try— but regardless, hearing him mess up a pickup line or stumble over his words can’t help but make you laugh. “hey, you come here often?” “itadori, we’re at school, of course i do.” “I—I KNOW THAT, I WAS JUST—”

him trying to show off in front of you; every time you try to step in to fight, he shakes his head and steps up to be the ‘knight in shining armor’, telling you how he doesn’t want you to get hurt. of course, it’s not like you’re incapable of fighting for yourself, but he didn’t know what he would do if you got seriously hurt— plus, he just really wanted to look cool in front of you.

compliments, compliments, compliments; every day, he finds something new to compliment you for, even if it’s just the littlest thing. he cant help it— there’s just so much to admire about you! your personality, your strength, your looks— he loves it all! “hey, y/n! i really like your shoes! :D” “i wore these yesterday.” “THEY LOOK EVEN BETTER TODAY!”

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when MEGUMI crushes on you, expect…

a lot more stares and glances; this man will stare at you when he thinks you’re distracted with something else or just not noticing him. he cant help it— he’s captivated by you, your aura, your looks, and your personality. all of it. it’s like he’s drawn to you. a lot of nervous and quick side glances— some of them are absentmindedly, as if he always wants to see your reactions to certain things. so, of course, there are bound to be rather awkward moments when you catch him staring and he’ll quickly look away, face turning bright red.

him to be more protective over you; like itadori, he’s aware that you can stand up for yourself. in fact, he admires that a lot about you, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t worry about you, constantly. any time a curse tries to harm you, he’ll throw himself in front of you without even thinking, willing to try and protect you. of course, he’ll try and pass it off as you needing all the help you can get, since you weren’t as “experienced as him”. which, in a way, was true.

him to open up more; megumi’s a pretty closed book. he doesn’t necessarily like talking about many of his interests, saying how they’re not important. however, when you get closer with him, he opens up more to you, talking about his current interests and passions. he loves that you’ll just sit and listen to him speak, even engaging and actually asking questions to show you’re interested makes his heart melt.

him letting you pet his divine dogs; normally, he hates when people (cough itadori and kugisaki cough) want to see his divine dogs— it can get a bit irritating and annoying for the sorcerer, as he needs to save his dogs for when they’re fighting against curses. however, he makes a (discreet but not so discreet) exception for you. every time you mention his dogs, they ‘accidentally’ come out, almost as if at your beck and call. you get super happy and pet them, calling them good dogs, etc, etc. of course, he won’t admit it, but fushiguro likes seeing you smile at such cute and innocent things like that. it’s a nice sight for him after a stressful day of training.

him to loosen up more; normally, he’s strict when it comes to training. he doesn’t necessarily like time being wasted, especially when such important and big issues are at hand. though, there are some days where he’s just more laidback, brushing it off with “feeling sick”, but he really wants to spend more time with you, and if having a day off is something that needs to be done, then he’ll do it.

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when NOBARA crushes on you, expect…

more playful banter; she’s taken a liking to you— so she’ll most likely make fun of you more, it’s her way of showing her affection, of course, she won’t admit that, that’d be too embarrassing! especially for someone so prideful.

her trying to boast herself more; like itadori, she wants you to think incredibly highly of her! she wants you to see her as she sees herself, which, you couldn’t really blame her, as she was obviously so cool! she wants to make a good impression in front of you, so she’ll tell you all of this stuff that she’s done, hoping you see her in a bigger, better light!

her to hang around you more; she’ll find any excuse she can to hang out with you more. of course, like megumi, she is more task-oriented, and likes getting the job done first. but, it doesn’t mean she won’t find time to hang out with you in between. for example, she might want to take you to the mall or something of the sort. she likes spending time with you, and will find any reason she can to. even if it were the smallest of things, like helping you do chores or studying.

more blushing; she’ll get flustered more easily around you. she’s attracted to you— almost everything you do will make her heart flutter! of course, she just says that she got overheated or another excuse of the sort. she hates admitting that she’s fallen in love with you— and even goes through the five stages of grief over it. so every time she’s around you, she may get more quiet, studying you; only to get flustered and defensive once you ask what’s on her mind.

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when GOJO crushes on you, expect…

random ass text messages; this man will text you the most random shit at 3am, or he’ll send you things he thinks you’ll like. he just likes seeing your reaction to it, which are more or less along the lines of “wtf is that, wtf is in ur gallery.” but his favorite thing to do is send you something so unexpected right next to him that it makes you laugh or gasp at your phone; he thinks your reaction is absolutely priceless (and adorable). he won’t admit it but he loves your reactions to his stupid texts or memes.

lame excuses to be around you; even when you’re clearly busy, gojo wants to hang out with you— “gotta keep you on your toes!” is his go-to and favorite reason to bother you. even when nanami clearly tries to keep him from bothering you, that doesn’t stop him. he’d stride in all like “oh, sorry, forgot my glasses here.” and then just never leave. “mf if you don’t leave i’ll give you a reason to wear glasses”

more teasing; gojo will find reasons to get under your skin. again, he won’t admit it, but he does find your reactions adorable— like when he pokes at you and you slap his hand away. he also flirts with you a lot, (not really much of a surprise there tbh.) he likes seeing you get flustered, especially when he runs his hands down your waist, or even goes as far as to leave a kiss or two on your neck. he likes the way you shiver in his grasp

questionable nicknames; mf comes up with the most difficult nicknames for you. “what’s going on my sugar wooger booger sexy baby kitten omega 3000?” certainly makes you scratch your head and tap your foot, “you’re done. you’re done.” but all jokes aside, he does like giving you cute nicknames; ones he doesn’t normally call anyone else, like “angel” or “darling”; you hate to admit it, but it makes your heart flutter.

him to brag about you; like he brags about his students, he’ll brag about you. however, he makes you sound SO MUCH more cooler and exaggerates stories to make people stare at you in awe. “y/n? oh, i’m sorry, are you talking about the person who fought a dragon curse off with their bare hands and with a blindfold on?” “gojo what the fuck, all i did was get rid of the snake in front of the school with a rake.”

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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misguidedswagger · 2 years

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All Around Us (Primis!Richtofen x Reader)

A/n: Request made by GaiaCouvert01 on ao3! "...I like the idea of Reader being a russian spy and she meets Primis squad in a strange sovietic labratory. She fights really well...and that astonish our boys, especially to certain handsome doctor..." Apologies if the translations aren’t perfect, I used a translator. Translations: Dummer Arsch...- dumb prick Да- yes старший брат- Older Brother старик- old man Сумашедшая маленькая девчонка- Crazy little girl wunderbar- wonderful schön- beautiful Danke-thank you wütend sein- be angry Guten nacht, meine Sonnenblume - Goodnight, my sunflower. warnings: other than swearing, none. female reader :) "This is all your fault, Richtofen!" Tank yelled angrily at the doctor. He shot his KN-44 at the incoming onslaught of undead, grinning as he watched their lifeless bodies collapse onto each other. The Russian, American, German, and Japanese men backed up against each, realizing that they may be only mere minutes from death. Takeo now spoke up, "Focus on fighting the undead, Dempsey!" Takeo hardly got angry, as he was a calm man but he too was mad at Richtofen. Nikolai stayed silent, focusing on trying to defeat the undead rather than on the useless bickering of his brothers in arms. Nikolai heard the dreaded 'click, click' of having no more ammo. "No, no, no!" He yelled. His voice held a mixture of worry, frustration, and anger. He continued trying to shoot the gun, repeatedly. Nikolai had to think on his feet, he hit the zombie in the head with the butt of his gun and he pulled his knife out, stabbing it in the throat, causing it to fall onto the growing pile of bodies. Tank was the next to run out of ammo, "Son of a bitch!" He practically bellowed, "If we get out of this alive, I'm going to fucking kill you, Richtofen!" he yelled angrily, pulling out his bowie knife. Richtofen muttered something under his breath in German, "Dummer Arsch..."

Suddenly, a quick and light pair of footsteps was heard approaching. The men turned their attention to the noise and watched her, completely captivated by her actions. The woman pulled out two Pack-a-Punched pistols, shooting them at the feet of the undead. She swore under her breath, hating the sound of her empty guns. Tossing them to the side, she pulled out her XR-2, shooting and perfectly nailing every last zombie in the head. Letting out a tired, yet proud sigh, she finally turned to face the crew. "Y'know, you could say thanks." She smiled softly, dusting off her hands. She scanned the eyes of the four and took a double take when she saw a familiar pair of blue eyes. They opened their mouths at the same time, " Little Y/n..." The man said first, taking a step closer to her. "это правда ты?" Nikolai asked in their native tongue. "Is that really you?" Y/n took a couple steps forward and ran up her Russian friend, holding him tightly in a hug.

"Да! It is me." She said, causing him to hug her back just as tight. "Hey, Nik. Who's your pretty lady friend?" He said, completely unaware of him ruining their special moment. The girl looked at him first, but Nikolai wrapped a protective arm around her, "This is Little-" "There is no need to call me little anymore, старший брат." Nikolai smiled warmly at her, "Ah, well. You are still so small to me." She chuckled quietly, lowering his arm from herself. "My name is Y/n." She spoke, extending her hand out to the American, shaking hands with him. "So how do you and our friend Nikolai know each other?" Tank asked, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Why don't you go and tell them, let's see if you remember, старик." Y/n laughed a little louder now, looking at the playfully annoyed face Nikolai wore. Nikolai begin to tell the story of how the two met.

"She and I worked together as spies for the Motherland." He looked to her, his arm finding a place around her shoulders again, only this time, she let his arm rest there. "When I was sent to France, she was still home in Russia. She begged our superiors to let her come with me, but..." Nikolai looked away, ashamed. "They didn't tell her that I had been exiled. They knew that if she knew that, she would have left with me no matter what." The older Russian then cleared his throat, " Anyway, this Сумашедшая маленькая девчонка, was one of the most powerful little spies that the Motherland had. Very strong. Very courageous." He grinned. Dempsey smiled down at her, "So are you two related?" The marine asked, scanning her.

Nikolai moved her behind him, "We may not be related, but you may not put your filthy paws on her, you dirty American." He spat at him, his eyebrows furrowing angrily. "Nik, it is okay. i can protect myself, you know this." She smiled kindly up at him, stepping away from behind his back.Finally, Richtofen could see her. His eyes fell upon her small frame and he examined her rather quickly, not wanting to be caught staring by either her or Nikolai. He didn't want to embarrass himself either. He took a few steps forward, letting Takeo introduce himself first.

When it was his turn, Richtofen smiled at her and held out his hand to her. "It is very nice to meet you, Y/n. My name is Doctor Edward Richtofen." The two shook hands, and Richtofen began to talk. "You were...wunderbar...." he started quietly, smiling at her. "Who would've known that Nikolai would've had hidden such a pretty girl..." He whispered to himself. A pale blush dusted Y/n's cheeks, "Danke, Doctor." She said back, causing Richtofen to stumble over his words a bit. "You understand German?" He exclaimed, causing the girl to nod.

"Like Nikolai said, I was one of Russia's best spies. I know German, Russian, and English fluently." Richtofen felt his heart skip a beat or two. Not only was this girl beautiful, but she could fight, was smart, and knew German... He swallowed hard and struggled to come up with words, leaving him a babbling mess. Nikolai took her by the wrist gently, "Come, Y/n. I will show you to where we sleep, so you can get settled." He eyed the doctor suspiciously, navigating her through the messy laboratory to their sleeping quarters. "Looks like the doctor's got a crush, doesn't he, Tak?" Dempsey teased, causing Edward to snap his head over to him.

Takeo smiled softly and simply turned away to start to clean his weapons and take tabs on what ammo he needed. "No! That is not what is-" Tank could've sworn he popped a lung from how hard he laughed, leaving Edward an embarrassed mess. "I simply respect her und her brain!" The doctor protested. Dempsey wiped tears from his eyes and took a second to catch his breath, "Okay, okay, Doc. Whatever you say..." He smirked. "Whatever you say..." ~Later that night, the five of them sat near the furnace for warmth. Y/n sat down first, smiling happily at the warmth that engulfed her. Dempsey "accidentally" sat down next to Takeo, leaving Richtofen no other choice than to sit next to Y/n. He shot a glare at Dempsey, but before he turned back around to face her, he swallowed his nerves and collected himself. He calmly sat next to her and muttered a small, "Hallo." Y/n waved back and greeted him back, "Hallo, Doctor." He smiled at how respectful she stayed, " Nein, nein. You do not have to call me Doctor, Richtofen is just fine." He smiled sheepishly, averting his gaze. "Well, what if I just call you Edward?" She asked, scooting a little closer to him, Richtofen looked back at her and opened his mouth to say something, but let it hang open for a second. "Sure. Ja, Ja, you can call me Edward." He practically whispered. Tank decided it was time to butt in,

"Alright, lovebirds, let's eat." He declared, handing around rations. It suddenly dawned on Y/n that she just barged into their circle, she was imposing, maybe. Richtofen had handed her rations, but she quickly stood up. "No, no, I mustn't! It isn't my place, you keep them for yourselves!" "Y/n..." Nikolai stood, "You saved me and my brothers today, it is the least we can do for you. Come. Sit back down and eat with us." He spoke gently, bringing her back to the circle. She took her place next to the German and sighed quietly, muttering a quiet "Danke." to him. As the night progressed on, the men all shared stories of their survival and their pasts with Y/n and she shared some of her own. Y/n listened attentively to their stories but after many hours felt herself start to tire from the long day she had had. She yawned quietly and covered her mouth with her hand before leaning onto the German's shoulder.

Richtofen who had barely been paying attention to Dempsey's story suddenly stiffened at the new weight on his shoulder. Dempsey smirked and Richtofen and continued on with his story, using emphatic gestures as always. Edward turned his attention toward the girl on his shoulder, pushing some hair from her face gently. Seeing the smile on her face start to grow led his heartbeat to speed up a little bit and before he knew it, it was lights out. "Y/n..." he said quietly, shaking her shoulder slightly. "Y/n...It is time for sleep." He whispered to her, frowning slightly when she still wasn't waking up. Nikolai had squinted at him and watched him carefully. "Don't you dare hurt her in any way, German." Nikolai had wished he hadn't been on watch duty that night but he was. After his words to Richtofen, he sighed and turned in the direction of the watch post and headed over to it. Edward sighed quietly under his breath and stood slowly, lifting up the sleeping girl.

"Please don't wütend sein." The doctor said quietly, bringing her to their sleeping quarters. He cursed under his breath, realizing they only had four beds. No matter, he thought. He'll just give you his bed. He decided, placing you on his bed. He tucked you in, but before he could leave the bed, you grabbed his wrist. "Stay." That was all he needed to hear. Edward swallowed and laid down next to you, nervously.

How would Nikolai react if he found the two of you in one bed? How would Tank? What would any of them say? What would they-Edward's racing thoughts were interrupted by your small and tired voice, "Goodnight, Edward." Your body shuffled to meet his and you now laid on his shoulder.Edward no longer fretted over what his teammates would think of this, he simply breathed out a sigh and smiled."Guten nacht, meine Sonnenblume."

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thighs-of-betrayal-blog · 3 years

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Hey! Love your writing!

Can I request Hydra or Flagsmashers or bounty hunters or just any bad guys really and they are going to take or kill the reader and Bucky tells them “take me instead”...Do what you want from there haha

The Most Important Thing

A/N: Protective Bucky is everything. That's all I have to say. But, thank you so much for the kind words and request! I hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, weapons, cursing

From the beginning, you knew the mission was going to go south. Not only was there not a lot of intel available to gather beforehand, but it’s Hydra you were going up against. Hydra was not known to be easily taken down.

“Y/N, what’s your status?” Steve asks, voice coming through your earpiece.

“I’m in the west corridor. Heading towards the panel room now,” you reply. Following orders, you head towards the room to turn off the electricity. The plan was to get in and save the hostages. With the electricity turned off, it’ll be easier to get to them.

“I’m on my way towards you, doll,” Bucky says. You shake your head and chuckle, choosing not to answer. It wasn’t a surprise that Bucky was close behind you. He was like this on every mission you went on, overly protective.

Inside the room, you immediately spot the breaker box and run up towards it.

“I’m at the box,” you announce. “And…” You flip the switch, causing the entire building to go dark. “Bingo.”

“Great work, kid,” Tony says. You hated being called “kid” and Tony knew it; he only called you it to annoy you. Rolling your eyes, you navigate through the now dark room, on your way to help with retrieving the hostages.

Bumping into a body, you are about to scream, before a hand clamps down on your mouth.

“Shh, doll, it’s just me,” Bucky says.

After he removes his hand, you punch him in the arm.

“Ow, what is that for?” he asks.

“For scaring the shit out of me,” you say seriously. “I thought you were Hydra.”

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t think that one through.”

“Ya think?”

Grabbing his hand, you pull him out of the room.

“Alright, guys. Finish up your lovers’ quarrel and get your asses up here,” Tony says.

“We’re on our way,” you reply.

As the both of you head down the hallway and turn the corner, you’re stopped by four Hydra soldiers.

“Drop your weapons and put your hands up!” they yell.

Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you behind him, using his body to protect yours.

“I said drop your weapons!” the one soldier yells again.

“Okay, okay,” Bucky says. He turns to you and motions for you to lower your gun to the floor, as he does the same with his. You both raise your hands in surrender.

Two of the soldiers grab Bucky, yanking him down the hall, while the remaining two grab you. Your earpiece is pulled out of your ear, cutting off all communication with the others.

Bucky looks back at you, panic in his eyes. “I love you,” he mouths to you.

“I love you too,” you mouth back.

Bucky turns his head back around and while walking you stare at his metal arm, watching the one soldier hold it back in captivity, ensuring it can’t be used.

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The soldiers lead you to a secluded room, where you’re both chained up against the wall. Another soldier walks into the room and introduces himself as Leon. “What a pleasant surprise this is,” he says.

Leon walks up to Bucky, running his fingers down his metal arm. “The Winter Soldier,” he mutters. He looks over at you. “And, what do we have here?”

Stepping in front of you, he looks you over.

“Leave them out of this,” Bucky says.

“Oh?” Leon says. “The Winter Soldier cares about someone? How interesting.”

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore,” you spit out.

Bucky pulls against the restraints. “You leave them the fuck alone!” he yells.

Leon releases your chains before instantly putting handcuffs over your wrists. “I don’t think I will,” he says, as he pulls you towards the door.

“No!” Bucky yells. “Take me! Take me instead!” He struggles to get his hands out of the chains. “It’s me you want anyway! I’ll do anything you want! Just please, let them go.”

Tears build up in your eyes. “Buck…”

Bucky looks at you, eyes wide. “Y/N, I won’t let them take you.” He yanks against the chains again, causing him to jolt forward before falling backwards against the wall. “You’re not going to take them! Take me!”

Leon kicks the door open, dragging you with him. “I’d say I’m sorry, but that would be…”

A blast knocks into Leon, shooting him onto the floor.

“A lie? Is that what you were going to say? How mediocre,” Tony says, as he shoots another blast into him.

Arms wrap around you and you turn to see Wanda. She steadies you before bending down to break the handcuffs off your wrists.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Better now that you’re here,” you reply. You stand up and brush your hands on your pants. “Thanks.”

“Of course, Y/N. You know I’ve always got your back.” Wanda looks behind you and nods. “Looks like my cue to leave.”

Turning around, you see Bucky walking towards you.

“Talk later?” you ask Wanda.

She grabs your hands. “Of course.”

While watching her walk away, you feel a pair of arms slip around your waist. Bucky lays his head in the crook of your neck and sighs.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, doll.”

You turn around and fall into his chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“Please,” you say. “Don’t you ever sacrifice yourself for me. You’ve been through enough.”

Bucky tilts your head up. “I’d do anything to keep you safe. Even if that means being a weapon for Hydra again.” He leans in, face inches away from yours. “Making sure you’re healthy and happy is the most important thing to me. You are and always will be, my number one priority.”

“You will never be a weapon ever again. I won’t allow it.” You close the gap between the two of you and kiss him. “We’ll keep each other safe.”

Smiling, Bucky leans in again to give you a quick kiss before grabbing your hand.

“C’mon, let’s get to the quinjet and help with those hostages. Then afterwards, when we get back, maybe we can have a movie night? With pizza?”

“That sounds perfect. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you say, smiling back at him.

“It’s like I’m watching a soap opera,” Tony says, watching you and Bucky from a few feet away.

Wanda slaps his back.

“Ow,” he says.

Wanda shakes her head. “Let’s go, old man.”

All of you make your way to the quinjet, where you sit with Bucky in the back, head resting on his shoulder the whole ride home.

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

18+ PLEASE!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.)

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

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Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air.

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe.

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control.

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too.

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she’s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity.

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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illusion

— does one dare wake up from the illusion of love?

meal order: 🥞🍷 + 20, 58 (assassin! reader, oblivious! noritoshi) + 13 (thigh riding) + love at first sight + “wait, are you flirting with me?” + “have been since the beginning, thanks for finally noticing.”

warnings: attempted murder, sexual content, character death, angst, dark themes of violence, unedited fic

note: thank you for the request! it was really challenging to write this but i’m all up for trying new things!

word count: 4k+

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re slacking.”

You glared at the dark haired man before you who was greedily sucking on a cigarette, the cloudy puffs of smoke breathed into your face. “Shut up, Toji,” you pressed your lips before waving your hand to get rid of the smoke. He was so rude, but because he was stronger and a far more skilled than you were, you wouldn’t dare fight back or complain. He knew this too; a smug smirk painting his dark, handsome features. “I’m just struggling, is all.”

“You, struggling?” his head tipped back in laughter, “Weren’t you so arrogant that you’d do anything for money?”

“And I still will. There’s just a sudden change of circumstances.”

“Such as?” he raised a brow challengingly, huge arms crossed over his equally muscular chest. Leaning over your window like that with the lights dimmed low, Toji looked absolutely threatening. You had no qualms that he’d rip your head off if given the order and enough money to do so, so you had to be careful with your words lest you wanted to die – or worse; he becomes a victim of this merciless man.

You narrowed your eyes, fists bunching up to your ripped black jeans. “A change of mind.”

“It seems like you had a change of heart too,” he noted, and you cursed inwardly. Fuck, of course he’d notice. Before you could come on the defense, Toji pushed himself away from the window with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. “But whatever. Good luck, kid. I’ll just hope that you get to kill your target before the bosses kill you first.”

“I’m not going to die. It’s not like I changed or anything.”

“Yeah, not like you’re giggling just down the hall staring at your target’s picture,” he rolled his eyes, snorting to himself. “Because that’s totally normal for us assassins, right?”

“Oh, shut up, Toji. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?”

“I’m never missing the opportunity to mess with ya, kid,” you held back a groan when he messed up your hair, your precious untouchable hair. “Oh, and the boss called. He said if we still don’t have the head by tonight, I’m being sent in,” your heart dropped at his words, silence coating the room. Nothing but your frantic heartbeat pulsed at the tip of your tongue as your hands grew sweaty and slippery, but Toji’s next words had you looking up at him with wide eyes. “Go and get your precious lover before I come around, kid. I’m not going to be nice just for you.”

Was it a warning? A threat? A heads-up? Fuck, nothing mattered anymore – you had to finish your mission before it was too late.

The sound of Toji slamming the door behind you finally snapped you from your dazed state. Greeting you was the sight of your dark, lifeless room – empty and gray like how you were. Before you met him. But things were different now; in your mission of bringing death and shedding blood, you came across the person who gave you life and meaning to this…this bland and pathetic excuse of a life.

If you didn’t move sooner, it would be too late.

Teeth gritted, you were quick on your feet as you swiped up your handy blade, bandages wrapping around your fists for protection before you followed Toji out, only this time, the man was already gone.

You needed to move. Now.

Noritoshi stepped inside his room with a soft sigh, eyes closed and pretty, masculine hands loosening his inner shirt. Perhaps it was because his window was still kept shut and not a sound could be heard from his room that he let his guard down, and nothing but a slight hiss fell from his lips when you lunged at him, blade pressed against his neck.

He was unable to move with one of your arms keeping his arms pinned to his own body, the other holding the blade firmly to his delicate skin. A slight trickle of blood dripped down his porcelain skin when you edged it a little harder, the shaky inhale from Noritoshi causing your mind to fall into ruin. But not now – you wouldn’t give in right now. You had a mission to finish; one you had to complete successfully like you always did.

“What are you doing?” He asked calmly, voice soothing and still so gentle even as you breathed hard on his ear. There was no trace of anger or even malice – just the usual doting kindness Noritoshi always gave just for you. You hated it; hated every single about him. “How did you get in here?”

“I need to kill you.”

“You’re still going through with that?” his fingers caressed your thigh, eliciting a soft gasp from you when Noritoshi only leaned closer to your touch, tilting his head so he could peer into your blazing eyes. “I thought we were past this already.”

You laughed at his words before sneering, “This doesn’t change anything. I will kill you somehow, Noritoshi Kamo. And when I’ve got your head in the palm of my hands, I’ll be filthy rich.”

“Then why don’t you get it over with?” he stepped closer to the blade itself, almost pushing you to the edge with his movements. “Come here and see if you’re strong enough.”

You growled threateningly when more blood trailed down and stained his shirt. Instantly, you shoved your blade away from him until it switched to one of his tied side bangs, the hair falling onto the ground with a thump. “Testing me, huh? Are you doubting my skills, Kamo?”

“Not the least bit, no,” he shook his head, refusing to move from your suffocating hold. If anything, he made himself comfortable in your arms, a lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome features.

You’ve heard rumors that your target was popular among his people and even had countless marriage proposals already; one you didn’t believe until you met the man himself, and as if reminding you of the difficulty of the situation, you just had to be one of those women who nearly fell at his feet. But could anyone blame you? Which sane person would be able to uphold their mission when Noritoshi Kamo leaned close like that, the tip of his nose brushing yours and the warmth of his breath kissing your lips?

“I’ve heard of you – you’ve got quite the reputation,” his dark eyes trailed over your lips that were fallen open, your breathing still hard and ragged. Noritoshi hummed to himself, his tongue darting out to moisten his pink flesh. “Which is why I can’t seem to comprehend why I’m still alive. Could it be there’s something else that you want more than money?”

“Perhaps I do,” you smirked, trying to ignore the way you felt like you were the one being held captive this time. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Choose the intelligent option, of course. I’ll negotiate with you.”

“And if what I want is unattainable?”

His response came as a reflex: “Nothing is unattainable with money.”

“Always the confident one, huh, Kamo?” you scoffed with a ‘tsk’ of your tongue, “One day, I’m going to break this noble leader act of yours. Soon, you’ll fall into this same trap of hell as I have, and maybe then we’ll both be a little crazy,” at your suggestion, Noritoshi only raised a brow, tilting his head to the side as he released a soft sight. You couldn’t read his face and it irked you to no end, a grin masking your irritation as you twirled the blade around your fingers. “What’s wrong, Kamo? Cat got your tongue?”

“Hmm. You really are beautiful, you know that?”

“Huh?” you stepped back as you fell aghast, your jaw dropping while Noritoshi only smiled. Fuck that smile – he had no business being this gorgeous, and you only sneered louder when his skin began to heal. “You out of your mind, Kamo? Are you forgetting who I am?”

“The pretty assassin who’s been out to get me for months now but still hasn’t killed me for whatever odd reason?” Your face burned at the way he nonchalantly said it, but Noritoshi didn’t give you time to recover as he stepped forwards, closer, his hands brushing up against the pads of your cheek. “No, I haven’t forgotten who you are. I could never forget you – not when you’ve been chasing me and we’ve been playing this game of chase for who knows how long.”

“Careful, Kamo. What would your precious elders say if they find out you’re fraternizing with the enemy?” you chuckled at the image of Noritoshi having his ear talked down by those annoying, traditional elders, but the smile fell off your face when Noritoshi continued to stare at you. “Wait, did you just call me pretty? Like, as in, pretty pretty?”

“Yes, and now you’re blushing like crazy,” he booped your nose, firing up the bubbling anger inside you. How dare he mock you like this! Your feet planted on the ground as you prepared to lunge at him when Noritoshi stilled, his strong arms wrapping around your wrist tight enough that even you froze at how strong he was. Had he been holding back on you this whole time? Could he have really easily fought back against you but chose not to for whatever messed up reason?

Before you could get your answer, Noritoshi’s eyes slid over to yours, this time wide with worry. The smile left his face. “You should leave. They’re coming.”

You blinked back up at him helplessly, your body almost turning limp. Seeing that you weren’t moving fast enough, Noritoshi frowned, wrapping your fingers tighter around your blade before pointing to his window where you’d broken in a while ago. “You need to go. Now.”

“C-Can I see you again tonight?” you found yourself asking, legs already perched on the windowsill. You knew it was pathetic, to have trembling pouty lips when you were seconds away from making a deadly fall and yet you were more worried about him. The thought of Toji coming the moment he heard you still hadn’t killed Noritoshi made your hands and legs shake, heart clenching painfully with fear. Noritoshi may be strong, but he was nothing against Toji. “I want to see you again,” and again and again and again – for as long as you were allowed.

Though you’d never tell him that.

Not that you needed to, though, because Noritoshi could read you better than yourself, and he only smiled, never making fun of how vulnerable and horrible you were at keeping your feelings a secret. You were too easy to read sometimes, or maybe he just had a skill of knowing everything that ran in your mind.

“Would it stop you if I said no?”

“Of course not,” you frowned, then looked out the setting sun that held an ominous vibe to it now. Eyes closed and a sad heart begging to be closer to him, you buried it all deep within, turning to Noritoshi with an aching smile. “Live your life to the fullest, Kamo. This might just be your last day.”

Noritoshi chuckled softly to himself. “I’ll keep the windows open, then.”

It was way past midnight, and neither you nor Toji came around. He’d already heard that someone else was sent for him due to his precious little lover falling in love with him at first sight that caused her to fail her mission, and Noritoshi paced around his room, arms folded on his chest as he thought of the different ways they could’ve executed you already.

He hadn’t known you for a long enough time to know everything about you. It didn’t help that you weren’t the most open either, refusing to tell him more about your life and the people you worked for whenever he asked.

Noritoshi understood your discomfort when it came to sensitive topics like that.

It wasn’t easy, after all, to talk about the countless people whose lives you’d taken for money prior to meeting him. Noritoshi was well-aware he was another name on your hit list that could be crossed out had it been under different circumstances; circumstances such as him easily defeating you on the first day you met him before he had you pinned to the ground, both your bodies panting heavily.

One thing led to another, and Noritoshi grew an obsession with you.

It was fucked up, to say the least – that he actually looked forward to having you jump on him out of nowhere, bringing different weapons and techniques for various ways to kill him this time.

There was one time you both went out on a date, glasses covering your eyes and hats pulled over so no one would recognize any of you walking into the dark movie theatre. None of you could pay attention to the movie when you placed yourself in his lap, and suddenly he felt so thankful he bought the whole theatre for himself because he sure as hell couldn’t keep his voice down while you rode his dick like he was just a mere plaything.

Your hands then travelled around his neck as you pulled him in for a searing kiss. Second by second, his vision grew faint with his head dizzy, the air being knocked out of him as you crushed his windpipe with increasing pressure.

He wasn’t surprised that you would try to kill him while cumming around his cock – you were the most painful pleasure that could kill him, literally – and he had to push you off so hard your head hit the ground until you were knocked out.

Noritoshi had lost count of the times you tried to kill him, purely because you always tried to seduce him one way or another.

He believed it was one of your strategies into luring your prey right into your trap, which he fell for every single time. The rational part of himself (which wasn’t that much when it came to you to begin with) told him to increase his security, to always be prepared and have some sort of weapon or blood readied out to defend himself, but him being him, he always kept the window unlocked.

Noritoshi was reminded of his mistakes when his back was harshly kicked, his arm painfully bent and pressed to his lower back while your knee planted itself onto his spine, your sweet laughter bouncing from his ears. “Wasn’t expecting me, Kamo?” you teased, twisting his arm hard enough that he winced at the pain. “I thought you’d be ready.”

“I’m never ready for you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Even in his slightly limped state, Noritoshi managed a smile. “Why? Does it make you want to kill me less?”

“Oh, you’re vermin, Kamo. My blood boils every time I see you!”

Perhaps you weren’t any better than him. You let your guard down too easily when it came to your emotions flaring up, and before you knew it, Noritoshi had pushed himself off the ground and flipped you under him, knee planted between your legs and your arms pinned to your side.

Your blade fell with a pathetic clang on the floor.

You struggled against his hold despite the comfort of having him above you like this, his gorgeous muscles displayed through his poor excuse of a shirt. Noritoshi only slammed your arms harder on the ground to keep you immobile, his words gentle and too sweet in comparison to his roughness.

He leaned closer, eyes filled with adoration and lust staring down at you. You thought he would kiss you when his lips suddenly turned the other way, his tongue prodding on the lobe of your ear that had you gasping underneath him.

The sound of your breathy whines had his blood shooting straight up onto his cock, pressing his now hardening erection against your heated core that he’d had the privilege of fucking and eating countless of times before – though he’d never get tired of it; he would never get tired of you.

“Then why do you keep coming back?”

“What else, idiot?”

Your irritated response had him pulling him back, his brows furrowed as he loosened his hold on you. Just like that, Noritoshi let go of you, his back hitting his bed frame as he frowned, pointing to himself in disbelief. “Wait, are you flirting me?”

That earned him a roll of your eyes in response. You pushed yourself up from the floor and glared at him, massaging the bruises that would form into your skin soon. “Have been since the beginning, thanks for finally noticing.”

“I thought getting me to bed was one of your ways to kill me,” he scratched his head, and he really shouldn’t be looking that cute. “I don’t know whether to be afraid or flattered—”

Noritoshi wouldn’t stop rambling on and on about how this whole time, he had no idea you liked him back and he’d endlessly chastised himself for falling for an assassin. Quite frankly, you had too much of his endless babbling that you pushed him until he fell on the bed, not wasting any time before you planted yourself on his lap and sitting on it like a throne.

“Shut up and kiss me, Kamo.”

When you grinded on his erection, Noritoshi lost it. He no longer had control of himself before he kissed you madly, his hands bunching your shirt up and helping you fling it to the side. Pupils blown wide as if he’d never seen you bare before, Noritoshi pushed the cups of your bra above your breasts, his lips latching onto a perky nipple while his other hand tweaked it between his fingers.

Your head fell back in pleasure as you let him ravage you, soft little gasps leaving your lips while you rode his thigh.

Noritoshi groaned into your breasts at the sight of you eagerly fucking yourself on his thigh, moaning louder when he clenched and you bounced you above his muscle.

“If I’d known you’d look this beautiful riding me like this,” his mouth left your lips before he settled onto your neck instead, nipping and tugging at the skin until he was sure he’d have you marked black and blue. “I would’ve opened my windows long ago,” he cupped your breasts, his cock twitching in his pants as you rubbed your clit all over his pants, mewling when one of his fingers rubbed at your clothed folds. “Do you think it’s fate?”

You laughed through the drunken state of pleasure, “You’re asking me if it’s fate that I’m sent to kill you but I’m fucking you here instead?”

“That’s one way to word it.”

“I don’t know, I don’t care,” your head fell on his shoulders as you clenched around nothing. Noritoshi took it upon himself to tug your panties to the side, his cock only hardening further because you wore a skirt for him tonight, almost as if you were expecting to be fucked senseless by his dick.

Well, if that was your wish, then who was he to deny you?

The feeling of you sliding down his length had you both moaning and groaning, the stretch of him feeling you up to the brim too magnificent to describe. Noritoshi pulled you closer until your tits were right at his face, free for him to kiss and worship. You whimpered when Noritoshi’s large hands cupped your ass to bring you upwards, your moan shattered and shaky as he let gravity drop you down his thick length, the pattern of you bouncing onto him sending heat all over your body.

“One thing’s for sure,” you managed through gritted teeth, “It’s definitely an unfortunate curse that I can’t kill you because I’m so in love with you.”

Noritoshi stopped with his movements, letting you rest at the base of his cock instead while you caught your breaths. Your eyes were closed, fingers clenching tight at the material of his shirt. Noritoshi didn’t need for you to tell him more to understand that you were risking a lot more than he was for falling with one another, because you’ve failed your mission, and a failed mission always guaranteed a most painful death.

“Hey,” Noritoshi tapped your cheek, “Hey, look at me,” he grabbed your chin to force you to look at him, and his gaze softened when tears shone into those pretty eyes of yours. You’ve never let him see you cry before, but you couldn’t help it, teeth sinking into your lip to stop the tears from flowing while Noritoshi’s strong arms wrapped around you comfortingly. “I’ll protect you, okay?”

“You say that as if I can’t look after myself.”

“I know you can. You did just nearly break my arm, so I’m not worried,” you both laughed, and he smiled wider upon seeing that you’ve livened up a little bit. That was all he wanted to see – to see you smile. “But I mean it. I’ll protect you – take care of you. You can abandon your old life and just live with me.”

“But I’m a regular, boring human. You’re about to be head of the Kamo Clan – what could I possibly offer?”

“Everything and nothing, but know that I’m not asking or expecting anything from you,” his thumbs were gentle as he cupped your cheek, “Just stay here. With me. We’ll work it out.”

You fell silent, unable to process the gravity of his words. The more you thought about it, the more it enticed you. No more killing, no more crying yourself to sleep or trying to hold back a scream as you washed the blood off your body, no more images of the people you’ve killed haunting you everywhere you went. Instead, you could live a happy life with Noritoshi. He was powerful and influential – he could easily give you a life.

But it wouldn’t be a life if you failed your mission.

You knew that much – no one escaped from the higher-ups and no one got out unless they were killed, either during their mission or by defecting. Not even Noritoshi could protect you from that, but he gazed up at you so hopefully, so lovingly that you wanted to bask in this glow and illusion of happiness a little longer.

So you smiled, rubbing your nose against his that had you both giggling like lovesick teens. “You’re so cheesy it’s disgusting, Kamo. I really regret not killing you now.”

“You wound me,” he placed a hand over his chest before pinching his cheeks, “But I suppose it’s only fair – you quite kill me with your cuteness too.”

“Ugh, shut up.”

For now, while you could still have him the way you wanted him, while he was still safe, you allowed yourself to drown in pleasure. Limbs tangled with one another and names breathily spoken while he marked you as his own, his seed painting your womb that you eventually lost count of.

This was love – the illusion of it, at least.

You stared at Noritoshi as he slept soundly beside you, his hair splattered everywhere. He was too exhausted to notice you slowly slipping off the bed, wiping the mixture of both your cum away with a towel before tugging your clothes back on. Glancing one last time at his still sleeping form, you lifted up a tile just under his study, pulling out the heavy and deadly weapons you’d planted long ago just in case.

Your heart dropped in your chest when the door suddenly opened. No creaking sound indicated that it did, but the slight gush of wind entering the room made the hairs on your arm prickle up.

On instinct, you wrapped a hand around your special gun and aimed it at the person smirking down at you. His eyes travelled from Noritoshi safely tucked under the blankets to your defensive pose just before him, the safety of the gun flipped open. This time, your hands no longer shook, and your eyes were hard and determined as you matched the dark look on his face.

“Step away, kid. You don’t want things to get messy.”

“I won’t let you hurt him, Toji,” Toji was surprised when you suddenly dropped your gun on the bed, palms raised beside your head in surrender. “I, Y/N, member of the Dark Shadows organization therefore surrender my title and submits to the punishment I must receive. As a last wish from a lifelong loyal member of your organization, I humbly ask that you respect my wish to keep Noritoshi Kamo safe from your missions. Forever.”

You could never live a happy life with Noritoshi, but there was still a way you could keep him safe; one that came with the price of your death.

The Dark Shadows was a shady organization with nameless and faceless leaders, the members like you and Toji blindly following orders from a “messenger.” You were born into this organization with a random name given to you as an assassin title. You always hated it, but you also didn’t know what life without being an assassin was like, so you followed them until the end. It just never occurred to you that you would use your last wish this way, for everyone always had a dying wish that the organization had to follow.

Toji’s eyes darkened; clearly, he believed you were doing a mistake. But the more you thought of Noritoshi’s smile, his laughter, his future – it was all worth it.

“I, Fushiguro Toji, a witness of your death, hereby respect your last wish.”

The sound of desperate crying – the first time you’ve cried ever since you were born – stirred Noritoshi awake from his slumber, but before he could catch your falling body, a gunshot had already fired in the air.

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