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bluecookies02 · 4 years

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

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You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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theonewiththefanfics · 3 years

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Paranoid (one-shot)

Synopsis: Loki wasn’t paranoid. I mean, that was before he met the Reader. Ever since then, all day every day he can only think of her, what she’s doing, where she’s going and what’s happening to her. All because she’s a grade A dumb ass.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe toiny bit of angst

Warnings: Reader has one brain cell and even that is not used, swearing, a lil bit of sad thoughts and general idiocy.

Word count: 3430

He was paranoid about her. Always. With every step he took. No exceptions. And it wasn’t how you might think. He’s not paranoid she might find someone better even though he thinks she deserves it. He’s not paranoid to have his heart broken and smashed into pieces because she carries it on velvet palms wherever she goes. No. It’s just that Y/N has quite the knack of getting hurt. And she’s been out on a mission for a month. Without any contact. So it was safe to say Loki was more than worried.

You could say he’s overreacting, but when it comes to his girl, it’s pretty much in the range. In fact, this is the calmest and collected Loki had been during the thirty-two days she was away, all because Y/N was finally coming home, and he could lay his green eyes upon her body to assess the damage.

When they had first met, Loki had had no idea what kind of a tornado he’d let in his life. Even the Black Widow had warned him about the woman before there had been any inclination something more than a friendship could bloom.

“She’s an absolute dumb-ass without a survival instinct,” Nat had said through a laugh, a beer bottle pressed against her rouged lips. “Honestly, I can only hope you two get put together on a mission just so you could see how big of an idiot she is. Bigger than Scott, and that’s saying something.”

In the meantime, Y/N was laughing away, head thrown back and eyes closed. “No,” she’d pointed at the redhead after nearly choking on her coffee as she pressed a tissue against the liquid that had dribbled down her chin. “I do have a survival instinct. I just don’t have a self-preservation instinct.”

“And what’s the difference?” the Asgardian prince’s black eyebrow rose in question.

“When shit goes down, I do try to, you know, get out in somewhat of a single piece. It’s the before it happens that I don’t do.”

“You mean thinking?”

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. “Exactly! I don’t do the thinking bit!”

That should’ve been his warning for what kind of chaos she’d bring to his life.

It started off small with her inability to walk into the adjoined kitchen area without stubbing a toe or bruising the side of her hip against the countertop. Then it evolved into him noticing how Y/N didn’t press the button to release her toast when she thought it was in at prime toastiness level, instead, she grabbed a fork and full-on jammed it down there (DON’T DO THAT), not caring whether she’d get electrocuted or blow out the fuses in the facility. It escalated all the way to her getting trapped in an ex-Hydra base, and her first thought being not to use the window as an escape route, but rather line the sides of the room with explosives and bring the whole floor down while she hid underneath a table. He was genuinely surprised Y/N was still alive.

But with the chaos also came serenity. She’d sneak into his room with glimmering eyes and a new book in hand, slipping under Loki’s cold sheets to lay against him and explain why the new piece of literature was ‘the actual shit’ and ‘if he didn’t read it right at that moment, she’d gouge his eyes out cause he didn’t deserve them.’

Obviously, they were empty threats, and as Loki rolled the before mentioned green eyes, he’d gently take the book out of her hands while Y/N quickly scurried out of the room to come back five minutes later with two teacups in hand.

Y/N would snuggle up against him and listen to how his voice expertly wove the words into the story, but one time it was different. The day on which the nature of their relationship had flipped upside down, had followed the same routine they’d been having for around three months since they’d become friends, but then not even ten minutes later he felt her wet tongue completely press against his bare shoulder. By that point, after everything she’d done, he didn’t even question it, simply turned the page.

“Did you burn your tongue on the tea, darling?”

“Noube,” she muffled out not letting her tongue off of his chilled skin.

“You know there’s another way I could cool it down.”

“Eah? Ike aht?”

“I could kiss it better.”

Instantly Y/N had peeled herself off from him and stared at the god, the pink muscle hanging out of her mouth like a dog’s on a hot summer day. Loki just stared at the wall.

He hadn’t meant for those words to escape him; he’d actually always meant to suppress his feelings for the girl until the day the world stopped spinning. In fact, that’s what he’d been doing ever since she’d returned from a mission in East India seven months prior, battered and bruised and his heart had lifted to the heavens at the sight of her simply smiling and breathing.

Loki could hear her swallow harshly, and then she whispered, “don’t offer something you won’t go through with.”

His head snapped to look at her because the tone wasn’t the teasing lilt he’d gotten used to. This woman sitting half-covered by his black bedsheets was no longer the self-assured, confident and no-shit’s-given person he’d grown to love. This woman was looking at him with fear of rejection and yet unmistakable hope in her eyes.

Slowly he closed the book, not even caring to mark the page he was left on and put it on the side of the bed before leaning over and without hesitation cupping Y/N’s cheeks and pressing their lips together and they sagged against one another at the euphoric feeling.

Her hands in his hair felt like paradise as she cradled his head in an attempt to pull him closer, and she gasped when he did slip his tongue in her mouth, eagerly accepting the intrusion. But then she just had to ruin the moment by snorting in his face, though Loki couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on his own.

“What? What’s so funny?”

Y/N scrunched her nose. “Your tongue’s really cold.”

“It did the trick though, right?”

She looked like she was pondering it for a bit, and in the meantime slid her legs up so they were now wrapped around his waist. “Dunno. Might need another treatment. You know, so we’re sure it’s cured.”

He didn’t argue for even a second because Loki couldn’t believe his life at that moment. It was filled with giggles, and short breaths as they stole kisses from one another as much as possible, and soft caresses that sometimes turned into biting fingers that dug in the other’s sides whenever a teasing remark slipped past their swollen lips.

His heart flipped in his chest when Y/N threw her head back in a cackle, exposing her neck to him where he laid loving kisses.

He’d never been more scared of a feeling.

He was terrified of how easily she’d gotten ahold of his heart.

But fuck him, if Loki didn’t love it and wouldn’t dive headfirst into it again.

Though now, when she’d finally returned home after the mission, he was kind of regretting it as Y/N was being wheeled off the Quin-jet on a gurney, one of the hands that had so tenderly braided his hair just a month ago now limp over the side of the stretcher as the other covered a hole in her side that was oozing blood.

White-hot fury blazed through his veins, as he saw the Captain step down the track and onto the landing pad, though fortunately for the blond super-soldier, the god didn’t get to him as he decided to follow Bruce and Tony who were taking Y/N to the med bay. But even knowing the love of his life was being treated by the best of the best, didn’t pacify him especially when they refused him entry into her room.

“Loki, Loki, calm down,” Nat, who’d been on the mission with Y/N and Steve, pushed against his chest to keep the god away from busting through the door. “They won’t let anyone in until she’s been stitched up, but it’s nothing big… I mean on her scale. She just decided to be dramatic and passed out on her way back.”

He wanted to fight, he wanted to make each person that stood between them crumble underneath him, but he knew it wouldn’t do him or Y/N any good. Loki huffed, letting his shoulders drop and then pressing his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose. “How bad?”

“Umm, Marrakesh level, so, nothing too lethal.”

“By Valhalla,” Loki dragged a hand across his face. “That woman will kill me one day. Not directly, no, but I’ll have a heart attack just because of her recklessness.”

Nat snorted and crossed her arms. “I did warn you.”

“Not enough.”

“Hey, don’t blame me! You were the one that fell in love with her.”

That Loki didn’t have a comeback for, so instead, he just huffed and plopped down into one of the chairs that lined the wall outside of the med bay.

“Our lives would be quite dull without her though,” Nat said, joining the god on the chairs and releasing a restrained groan, as she shuffled into the seat. She most likely had a dislocated hip but had practically bitten Steve’s head off when he told her to go and get checked. She, just as much as Y/N’s boyfriend, needed to know their firecracker was alright.

“Yeah,” Loki sighed. “If only she had one more brain cell in that head of hers, maybe we could live in somewhat of a peace.”

Not even two minutes later, Tony threw open the doors and allowed them to enter, but by that point, everyone had heard the arrival of their teammates, and they wanted to check on them. For example, Thor wanted to see if Loki had murdered anyone yet, but as it turned out, he didn’t need to worry about that. Instead, he needed to worry about his brother’s girlfriend.

“Loki!” Y/N squealed seeing the raven-haired god come into her hospital room. “That’s ma man!” she said to Bruce, who only rolled his eyes already used to the way the woman was while coming out of it. “It’s ma Loki Loki, bo-boki, Banana-fana fo-foki, Fee-fi-mo-moki, Loki!”

She dramatically pointed at the other god standing beside him.

“Oh, and that’s his brother Thor, Thor, bo-bhor, Banana-fana fo-fohr, Fee-fi-mo-mohr, Thor!” Her hands slapped against her cheeks as she squeezed them and wiggled them up and down making her words shake. “My-y-y-y-y fa-a-a-a-a-a-ce fee-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ls li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ke cotto-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n.”

“That’s 'cause you’re high,” Tony said.

Y/N was instantly on it. It was like she was on crack and on steroids and a sugar rush while at the same time doing a hundred miles an hour. “Hello, High. I’m dad.”

Tony looked at the ceiling in despair. “That’s not how that even works.”

“Why’s she like that?” Loki asked sitting down next to Y/N on the bed, who suddenly busied herself with the reflections of the sun the golden cufflinks of his shirt sleeves threw. Especially as his face went to caress her cheek, but she grabbed his wrist in a white-knuckling grip and moved it in certain angles to create reflections on the walls.

The billionaire sighed. “We gave her a sedative cause when we started to stitch her up, she woke up and almost kicked Bruce in the nuts, but after a little breakdown of the situation by Steve, it turns out there was some gas involved in the mission, and I guess the combination of the two chemicals have flung her in the stratosphere.”

That wasn’t a good word, as it turned out it was almost like Bucky’s trigger words, given how Y/N immediately screeched out, “Walking on air, living in the Stratospheeeeeeeeeeeeere!”.

“Wow,” Nat sighed. “Mutemath would hate her.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at the redhead. “You’re mute math, how ‘bout that? No one likes to be name called, you bully.”

“Yeah, okay,” the redhead chuckled as she patted Y/N’s foot. “You’ll survive. I’m gonna have a nap.” And with that she left limping on her way, Steve following so he could scold her into getting her hip put into place by a professional, not by him or Clint.

One by one the rest of the team did as well, knowing that they could rest with easy hearts as Y/N was safe, stitched up and sound. Well, as sound as being completely drugged up could be.

Tony checked her vitals one more time before turning to Loki, who’d refused to leave her on her own, one, because he loved her and wanted to know she was alright, two, because he didn’t trust normal Y/N to not do stupid things, let alone this version.

“Speaking of naps,” Tony said, “if she doesn’t pass out in the next ten minutes please do your mumbo jumbo and make her. She needs rest. I’ve put in some pain meds with a sleepy side effect, so hopefully, she’ll be out like a light in no time.”

Loki sighed, as he felt Y/N rub her cheek against the silken material of his shirt. “Of course.”

With that, the billionaire left, muttering something about how her generation would be the last generation if they didn’t stop being so stupid. Not that Loki would disagree, his girlfriend being a prime example of that.

Y/N hummed Loki’s name quietly, which made him look down at the love-sick puppy dog eyes she was giving him. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Yeah, darling?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, snuggling against his side. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he muttered, kissing the top of her head. “Do you wanna lay down?”

She scoffed looking up at him and tried to shove him off the bed, confusion riddling his face until Y/N said, “I have a boyfriend who I love very much. I’ll cut you before I sleep with you.”

“Yeah.” Loki groaned standing up. “Alright.” Green seidr appeared to weave around his arms, and with a flick of his fingers, her eyes started to drop closed as she slid down the sheets and snuggled up in the place where Loki had been sitting.

He dragged a hand down his face and huffed, plopping his body in the armchair which was in the room deciding to sleep for a bit until Y/N woke up. Although he was a god and didn’t need as much rest as mortal people did, he’d sure as Hel need all the energy he could gather because once his girlfriend was awake it’d be chaos all over.

Loki didn’t get much rest though when a light touch on his shoulder disturbed him from his sleep.

Slowly his eyes fluttered open, mouth stretching in a smile as Y/N’s face looked down on him with a happy expression.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“Hello, dove,” he muttered, kissing the inside of her palm. “You up?”

She nodded, whispering, “Yeah. But do you think you could help me with all these wires? I wanna go to our room.”

Her words were what hit him, making Loki jump up, realising Y/N was out of the bed when she was supposed to be resting.

Gingerly, despite all the protests from her mouth, he took her under the legs and put her back in the hospital bed.

“But – “

“I will tie you down here if you try to step out again.” His voice was deep and filled with a threat he fully intended to fulfil, but Y/N in her Y/N fashion just wiggled her eyebrows and Loki handed a carton of juice and stabbed the top with a straw.

“Kinky. I like it. But let’s leave it for our own private time.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose had become a motion Loki was now all too familiar with. Not even after all the time, he’d put up Thor’s bullshit had he had to do that. He was quite certain his fingers had left indents on his skin.

“What happened on the mission?” he asked, placing a pudding cup and a spoon on the nightstand.

“Dude came out of nowhere,” Y/N said sipping on her apple juice. “Like he just appeared behind me and stabbed me in the side. Talk about rude, right.”

“You need to be more careful.”

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “I am careful. ‘S not like I go out to get stabbed on purpose.”

But Loki’s tone had lost all lightness, as she exasperated. “No, I need you to be more careful.”

“I am. I –“ but she didn’t get a chance to finish as Loki racked a frustrated hand through his hair, snapping at her. “No, you’re the most reckless person I’ve ever met and you think getting stabbed and inhaling chemicals is not a big deal, but it is, and I can’t do this anymore… I can’t lose you.”

And although it was said with anger and frustration, Y/N could see the underlying pain and fear. His family had all but abandoned him, and we’re not talking about his biological one. All he had left was Thor, and Loki would never admit it out loud, he dreaded the day his brother would disappear from his life.

“Loki.” She took one of his hands and pressed a kiss to his cold knuckles. “You could never lose me.”

A bitter chuckle settled between them as he looked up at her. “But I could. You’re so carefree and fluttery while doing things that could kill you, it scares me half to death.”

“I know,” she whispered. “But I have to.”

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because if I don’t all the darkness will just settle on me, and I’ll never be able to get out of it.”

Loki squeezed her hand in encouragement, and after taking a deep breath Y/N elaborated. “I try to ease myself with the thought that I’m saving people, and helping humanity, but at the end of the day, I’m still taking lives. It’s not like they, you know, the bad guys’ think they’re the bad guys. They’re not doing it because they think they’re evil. They’re fighting for what they think is right. That doesn’t mean it is, but we’re all villains in someone else’s stories, and if I start thinking of it, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.” A shuddery exhale left her lips, and this time it was Loki taking a hold of her hand. “I need to let myself be a bit crazy. Because if I don’t, I don’t know how I’ll go on. I promise I don’t do it because of some wish to get killed in the process. It’s just that… it makes it easier to look at the world, to not think for a moment about the bad.”

“Can you just promise me something?” Loki’s tone was soft as a feather’s touch as he sighed, understanding where she was coming from. More than once his own dark thoughts tended to overcome him, but in his world, it was Y/N who brought in the light to dissipate them. He hadn’t gotten to the point where he could do it himself, so he supposed he had to at least be happy she’d found a way to fight them off herself, even if it made him fear for her.

Y/N nodded. “Anything.”

“Just – just try to think before you do anything.”

That set both of them off into a fit of giggles as she raised their clasped hands and pressed a kiss to his cold one. “I can try.”

“Promise.”

“I promise to try. Though, I’d say don’t get disillusioned. I’m still the same crazy person you met before.”

A soft smile graced Loki’s, face and he brought Y/N’s hand to his lips where he pressed a kiss to her warm skin. “Wouldn’t want it any other way. Though, as much as I doubt, you’ll heed my request, you could do one thing for me?”

“And what’s that?”

“Stop jamming forks in the toaster.”

“Absolutely not!” she scoffed. “How else am I supposed to get the bread out?”

“You wait for it to be done!”

“It takes too fucking long!”

Although Loki would fight tooth and nail to somehow keep Y/N safe and would use everything in his arsenal to make sure she took care of herself, he’d never change her even if it made him paranoid.

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A/N: I hope everyone’s staying home and is alright during these crazy times.

I’m back writing for ma boy Loki (I had a dream about that Loki - Tom Hiddles look-alike that is on TikTok that we were cuddling, so I’m on a Loki and Tom lovin’ wave)

P.S. my tags are always open :)

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lizbotw · 3 years

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impatient | itadori

you can’t decide if being left alone with him is a blessing or a curse half the time.

itadori yuuji x reader

word count: 2.2k

inspired by fushiguro being all pouty when he didn’t get to help itadori and kugisaki in that one episode :(

“This is so boring.”

“Yuuji, shut up.”

Shoe soles scrapping against the gravel, you didn’t even bother looking at him, although the burning gaze you already felt prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You’re bored too.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’re supposed to wait for them out here.”

There was a flash of color in your peripheral and a side glance revealed that he was tapping the heel of his red sneakers on the ground—another thirty seconds of that and you’d probably end up threatening him to a life without legs (not that it’d work—Sukuna in all his stupid glory would just regenerate them for his precious vessel; speaking of which, if Sukuna decided to start complaining right now too, you were sure you would lose your mind).

Whistling wind was the only reply to your statement and, content your ears would be spared from the monologue of complaints Yuuji had been going through for who-knows-how-long-now, you crossed your arms and tilted your head back to lean against the brick wall. The stone was dusted with a rustic red—standard, yet somehow fitting for the scene around you. The building looming in front of you was dilapidated in appearance, but you admitted the sleepy residential neighborhood it was located in had some charm to it in a weary, tired sort of way. The splash of brightly colored flowers and houses on some corners really upped the appeal you had to say.

Caught up surveying the surrounding area in admiration, you were almost able to forget about the boy perched on top of the junction where the wall dipped in its height down to a low brick fence just short enough to climb on top of. Almost.

As soon as the sigh left him from beside you, your face reacted before your mind had even fully comprehended what it meant (what it meant was that there was no chance you’d get any peace and quiet around here at this rate), your features annoyed and frowning and everything in between as had become routine at this point. “Why can’t we go in?” he whined, nudging you with his knee. His gaze was expectant and weirdly innocent as he peered up at you, as though you were explaining to a child why they had to have patience. You supposed that comparison could be accurate most times when it came to Yuuji.

“Because Gojou said so.”

“He’s not even here!” That was true. He was off on some super secret mission, although the instructions he had given the group of you were specific—or... er, not too specific that you couldn’t take some... creative liberties in their interpretation, such as stopping for ice cream on the way there as per Kugisaki’s demand request—trusting the lot of you to take care of yourselves and follow them to a T. And by that, he of course meant Fushiguro keeping everyone in line.

There was another curse to take care of, yet Gojou had decided to have you two sit this one out and simply accompany Megumi and Nobara to the site—those two were to actually head inside and deal with the threat. In hindsight, it all made sense considering you, Yuuji, and Megumi had spent more time around each other prior to Nobara’s arrival at the school, no matter how minuscule the time difference was. Hell, you and Yuuji had both spent more time fighting alongside Nobara than Megumi had (they always seemed to keep getting separated from each other in some way or another during the early missions, a laughable observation now that you thought about it). Naturally, letting those two duke it out and come to a somewhat agreeable partnership was the best course of action, and what better way to do that than force them into an abandoned building together?

But even in spite of all that clear-minded reasoning, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t more than a little peeved that you weren’t getting in on any of the action. You scoffed. Team bonding, but at what cost? At the cost of your sanity, that’s what.

You rubbed your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. You no longer wanted to see. “Yuuji, we’re supposed to keep watch,” you huffed out, exasperated. Although truth be told, the title of “guards” just seemed like some fancy namesake Gojou had given you two in order to placate you and make you feel like you were actually doing something. Needless to say, it was not working.

The low section of the wall he sat upon was one half of the area that flanked the archway of the path that led up to the building, and Yuuji, stupid and silly and cute, peeked his head just around the corner to look out of the entrance at the (empty) street and then turned back to you with a shrug. “Nothing there. Job done.” Playfully adorable as he was, you cracked a smile at that, shaking your head.

“Guess you’re right—job done,” you conceded.

He beamed and then hopped off of the ledge, pacing now. You wanted to stretch your legs too and go exploring around the area, but you were trying to be the voice of reason here, knowing that if you gave up that control you were a goner for sure. It was painfully easy to get swept up in his antics.

You barely even registered him setting off on another tangent about how he wanted to go inside too, more so focused on his hands as he switched from swinging them at his side to putting them up in a mock thinking expression for his head to rest upon as he kept walking back and forth in front of you—you were wondering if (and if so, when was the perfect moment) you could reach out and grab ahold of his hand to still the restless energy... and also partially because you just wanted to.

“They’ve been in there a long time, haven’t they?” Yuuji mused, your mind actually picking up on the question now that it was directed at you and not at some vague imaginary spot in the distance. He was right. You noted the glow of the red of the bricks making up the wall as they shone brilliantly warm under the softer evening light, the silent ticking of time among the clouds your only indication of the day passing. The sky was in between the bright shades of blue of the sunny afternoon and the orange hues that were gradually creeping in and mixing with them.

“They have,” you confirmed. You wondered if you would be here until nightfall with how long it was taking them. You crossed your arms again and drummed your fingers against them. Come on already, I have things to do.

After a staring contest with one of the many dust-covered windows of the building as though you were mentally willing the two inside to come out, your narrowed gaze swung over to Yuuji to see what he was up to and promptly widened. You hadn’t noticed that he had stopped his pacing and was looking at you now, closer than you remembering him being moments before.

“And... we’ve been alone this entire time, haven’t we?” Another step forward, casual yet making you suspicious all the same.

“...yes,” you replied, wary of the grin he had—you would’ve thought it was Sukuna if not for the crinkle of his eyes into a smile that matched the one on his lips (oh yeah, that was Yuuji alright).

His steps were so easy, carefree, as though he were sauntering up to talk to you any other time, but you knew him and you knew when he was planning something. Sure, there were times you were downright confused by just about everything he did, but then there were others where his thoughts were just plain obvious.

“And what have we been doing?” In one swift movement he had trapped you against the wall—another step and your back would hit the surface—piercing look pinning you in place. It was a sudden development but you also had the notion that you should have seen this coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to put an arm out to prevent you from side-stepping out of the spot, his mere presence enough (although you very much wanted to wipe that sweet smile off of his face).

Your mind scrambled for words, you glancing off to the side briefly—you could not maintain eye contact with him like this. “Talking?”

His eyes lit up and you had the feeling you’d just fallen right into his trap. The hand that came up to cup your face confirmed your suspicions. “Yeah, and that’s boring, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to still your breathing. “It is...”

Yuuji tilted his face forward to lean his forehead against yours, skin warm. Both of you were silent aside from the quiet hitches of breath, scrutinizing one another. When you felt his thumb press against the full part of your bottom lip in interest, you just about lost it. His voice was smooth and low when he spoke, “I was going to wait until later but...” You felt him breath in.

Later was usually when anything happened, you two not yet entirely bold or confident enough when it came to most displays of affection in public—or at least in front of the others that was. Their teasing was enough to have your face burning in shame for days, even if you had to admit it was funny at times. You barely even held hands in front of them. Then again... following Yuuji’s train of thought... you had been out here alone for so long already... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just...—you weren’t lost to contemplation for long though as he brought you back to reality.

A mere brush of his lips against yours stopped you from replying, your eyes falling closed, heart hammering. Your hand found a weak grip on the front of his shirt as you waited expectantly for the warm flush of his mouth.

“What are you two doing?”

You jolted at the familiar voice, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, and pulled away from Yuuji’s face, although his grip on your head didn’t let you get far, the press of his ring finger and pinky into the back of your neck dizzying. Fushiguro and Kugisaki stood a few feet away, looking a little worse for wear with minor scrapes and bruises littered on their exposed skin, but thankfully all in one piece.

Eyes darting to them, mind reeling as you realized the compromising position you had been caught in, you thought up an excuse on the spot.

“Standing guard.”

“About to kiss.”

You and Yuuji both spoke at once. You slowly looked at each other, blinking.

A second passed and then— “Why are you lying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You slapped a hand across his chest in horror at him blatantly blowing your cover like that. “Yuuji!” You were mortified (but also... he was still so close... it was almost easy to forget that the other two were still there).

“I...” Fushiguro looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it and shook his head. “I don’t want details. Let’s just go.”

A sigh of relief left you, but then Yuuji gave a chipper, “Okay!” and when he still didn’t release his hold, you had a vague feeling in your gut that something was wrong—

He leaned forward to close the gap at last and press his lips against yours, swallowing up your breath in the process—then he pulled away like it was nothing, off to go bother Fushiguro about the details of the curse.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

A gasp. “Gross!” Kugisaki shrieked, sounding like she wanted a break from everything that had occurred in the past five hours. She was sticking her tongue out, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. “I cannot see anything cute after dealing with that thing inside.” A nose of discontentment, “Bleh.” But then she seemed to have a moment of clarity, clapping both hands on the side of her face and giving you a look that might as well have been an overexaggerated wink paired with her shouting every cliche couple trope from the rooftops. “But also... romantic.” Please someone save you.

Fushiguro was looking a little pale himself, caught off guard by the display of affection, staring at you, but then catching himself and looking away. He looked embarrassed and he didn’t even have anything to do with it.

Carefully, robotically, you brought a finger up to brush against your lips, still warm where Yuuji’s had molded between them, and subsequently noticed the teasing look he was giving you in the distance. It was a little too smug for your liking.

You stalked up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, staring him down. “Yuuji, I swear-”

Kugisaki shoved the two of you towards the exit before you could get into a fist fight over a single surprise kiss, tsking while Fushiguro followed behind in her wake (you wondered if he would recover from... that any time soon—poor boy). “Okay, move it along, lovebirds. I want to go take a shower.”

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flightlessangelwings · 3 years

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I Got You

Marcus Moreno x afab!reader (smut with no pronoun use, no use of y/n)

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ONLY), pining, training leading to smut, pinned against a wall, unprotected sex, fingering, jerking off, a bit if switching dynamics, soft smut, a bit of cockwarning, love confessions, sweet Marcus Moreno

Request from anon for training leading to smut

Training new recruits was always Marcus Moreno’s least favorite part of the job. But, in the years since his wife passed away, he found that it was more and more routine for him. Most of the newer heroes were strong enough, but a lot of them were stubborn and didn’t listen to direction well. Even the lower level agents seemed to have a complex about them. So, when Marcus walked into headquarters, he was surprised at what met him on the other side of the door.

Your back was turned at first, so he didn’t get a good look at your face. Marcus took in a deep breath before he put on a smile and introduced himself. As you turned around, he felt like he was hit by a train and a silly grin replaced the half smile that he started with. You were stunning, with the kindest eyes and brightest smile Marcus had ever seen. There was an energy about you that drew Marcus in from the get-go, and he knew he was in trouble.

“Mr. Moreno?” you asked with furrowed brows, “Are you alright?”

Marcus shook his head to chase the racing thoughts out, “Yeah, sorry,” he shook your hand, “Call me Marcus, please.”

“Marcus,” you repeated his name and he felt his heart soar.

Needless to say, Marcus Moreno looked forward to training that day.

You were the finest of the new recruits, and you took direction better than anyone else. Not to mention, you were the best company in the whole building. Marcus found that he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. He sought you out whenever he had a break, and he always spent his lunch hour with you. In no time at all, he fell head over heels for you. And that surprised him; Marcus hadn’t expected to fall for someone since he lost his wife. Yet here you came into his life, unsuspected and unexpected.

As for you, you were just as enamoured with Marcus Moreno as he was with you. You kept your feelings hidden though. The truth was that he took your breath away the moment you two met. Those deep brown eyes behind the glasses, his laugh, his strong grip when he took your hand, your name in his voice. You were immediately smitten with him. But, to protect your heart, you kept your feelings buried.

Even Missy, Marcus’ daughter, quickly made her way into your heart. Once Marcus was sure that you were a good fit for the Heroics, you were able to meet her, and the two of you hit it off instantly. She quickly started to look up to you, and you felt like a mentor to her. And you couldn’t be sure, but you thought you caught her try to physically push Marcus toward you once or twice. You brushed it off as your imagination though and you didn’t think much of it.

Time flew by as both you and Marcus danced around your growing feelings for each other until the day you trained together alone in one of the smaller rooms. Sweat lined your brow as your sword clashed with Marcus’ own. With your powers of probability, you were able to predict his next move before he even made it. Still, there was a good reason Marcus Moreno was the leader of the Heroics and he kept you on your toes regardless.

You swung at him again, and you followed him around the space while your swords hit at various angles. He blocked parry after parry from you and you swore you heard a soft laugh from him as he backed you up against the wall. All the air left your lungs as you hit the wall with a grunt and you stilled your body as he held the blade of his sword against your neck.

Heavy breaths from both of you filled the room as Marcus kept his intense gaze on you. There was no denying the tension between you in that moment, as if the weeks of silently yearning for the other suddenly came to a head. You held your sword tight in the hand that you kept lowered at your side, not ready to give in just yet. You calculated your next move quickly in your head before you let out a heavy sigh.

The loud clang when your sword hit the ground broke the silence of the room, yet you and Marcus maintained eye contact. There was a fire in his eyes that you never saw before, and your heart pounded in your chest as he pressed his body up against yours. You weren’t sure if the heat in your body was from the intense training exercise or because of how close Marcus was.

“You win,” you were breathless as you vocally surrendered. He smirked as he dropped his own sword, but he stayed in your space. “Marcus…” your eyes fell down to his lips for a split second.

That was all the confirmation he needed to close the small gap between your bodies and crashed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. You widened your eyes in surprise for a moment before you grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled him in closer. You parted your lips to deepen the kiss, and you heard him moan into your mouth as his tongue slipped in.

Marcus wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned in more to pin your body fully against the wall with his own. His strong, broad chest was a welcome weight against yours, and you could feel how hard his heart beat.

When he finally pulled away for air, you kept your eyes closed and your grip on his shirt. It wasn’t until he whispered your name that your eyes fluttered open. Again, you two maintained eye contact, and you could see the question in his eyes, “Are you sure about this?” Marcus asked.

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation, “I am if you are.”

With a low groan, Marcus moved his hands to your hips and lifted you off the floor. He used his body weight to pin you up against the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he confessed before he took your lips with his own in another heated kiss.

Your legs remained securely around his waist as your arms moved to hold him around his shoulders. You tilted your head to the side slightly to let his tongue slip into your mouth once more. You had only tasted him once and you were already addicted, and you wanted more. Without any words needed, you could tell Marcus felt the same about you.

Marcus kissed his way across your jaw then down your neck and made note of every spot that made you mewl and squirm under him. He bucked his hips against yours, and you both let out a moan at how hard he was already. You clung to him as you rocked your hips against his in response, desperate for as much contact as you could get.

As he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot at the base of your neck, Marcus moved a hand to your chest to gently cup at your breast over your shirt. His hips stayed against yours to keep you up against the wall, and he was careful to make sure you didn’t fall. You bit your lip to keep your voice down, but the more he palmed at your body, the harder it became.

“I got you,” he groaned against your ear before he kissed you again. You could feel the need in his kiss and his hand slipped under your shirt to feel more of your bare skin. He moaned your name between kisses as his hand found your breast under your bra. He rolled your nipple between his fingers while his large hand covered your soft mound.

“Marcus…”

Something about your voice flipped a switch in his head and Marcus suddenly pulled away. Carefully, he set you down and slipped his hand in yours, “Follow me,” he spoke in a low voice as he led you out of the training room and down the hall to the dorms.

Not too far from the training area was a hallway of small rooms for when missions ran long or when those under the Heroic’s protection needed to stay overnight. Marcus opened the door to the closest room and pulled you inside. There wasn’t much to the space: just a bed, a desk, a TV, and a small bathroom.

You leaned back against the door as Marcus closed it and you grabbed onto his shirt again to bring him back against your body and your lips against his. In just the one minute he had broken away, you already missed his touch, and you were desperate to feel him against you again. Marcus let out a soft laugh as he happily complied with your request, and leaned into your kiss while he reached behind you to lock the door.

“Stop me if you need to,” his voice was sincere, and although he wanted nothing more than to feel all of you, he never wanted to take more than you were willing to give.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you met his eyes as your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. You quieted the racing thoughts that came with your powers and just let yourself give in to him. It didn’t frighten you at all to completely surrender to your feelings for Marcus Moreno; you knew you were safe with him.

Marcus ran his hands down the sides of your body, as if he wanted to memorize every curve of you. When his hands reached your hips, he grabbed a fistful of your shirt and gently tugged it up. You broke away from the kiss just long enough for him to pull the fabric up over your head before you mimicked the movement with his own shirt. You stared dumbfounded for a moment as he stood just inches from you shirtless, and you licked your lips before you crashed your lips together again.

Next, Marcus wanted your bra off. He reached around behind you and fiddled with the clasp at your back, but he grumbled into your lips when he couldn’t quite get it off. With a giggle, you broke away and covered your hand over his to help him. He watched you with those big eyes that you adored as you easily undid the clasp with one little pinch. He gave you a soft pout, and you couldn’t help but laugh. But, his breath soon caught in his throat when you slipped your bra off and he saw you topless for the first time.

“Wow…” Marcus was at a loss for words as his eyes roamed all over your body. With a smirk, you took the opportunity and slid your pants and underwear down in one swift movement, and the look on his face when you were completely bare for him was priceless.

Marcus’ mouth hung open in awe, and for a moment he forgot how to function. It wasn’t until you tugged at his own pants that he remembered that he should actually move and do something. He snapped back to his senses and helped you undress him, and he felt embarrassed when you looked at him just as hungrily as he eyed you.

“Wow yourself,” you whispered before you wrapped your arms around him again and pulled him flush against your body.

His kiss was somehow even more desperate than before as he pushed you back against the door again. Marcus kept a hand on your waist as he let the other roam all over your body. He gave the breast that he didn’t fondle in the training room some attention, and he grinned against your lips when you arched your back into his touch.

Marcus said your name with a groan as his hand trained down the front of your body to your core. He broke away to meet your eyes once more before he continued, and it was only when he saw no hesitation in your face that he dipped his hand between your folds. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned your head back against the door as Marcus traced over your pussy with feather-light touches.

Your mouth dropped open when he rubbed small circles over your clit and you clawed at his shoulders. A strong arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still while he gently pushed a finger into you with the other hand. You gasped but immediately bucked your hips into his hand, already needy for more. After only a few gentle thrusts, Marcus added a second finger. You moaned even louder as his thick fingers stretched you out and you clawed at his bare shoulders.

“You ok?” he asked as he used his thumb to trace random patterns over your clit.

“Y-yes…” you breathed as you whimpered at his touch, “So good… Marcus…”

Encouraged by your moans, he sped his thrusts up as he rocked his hips against your body. He groaned as his cock rubbed against your bare skin. You opened your eyes and met his gaze for a moment before you trailed your hand down to where his length was against your body. While he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, you reached for his cock and stroked it in the same rhythm as his fingers.

The sound that came out of his throat almost made you cum then and there. Marcus rested his forehead against yours as he added a third finger, and he whimpered when you squeezed his cock in response. The two of you clung to each other as you worked each other, but soon you both became needy for more.

You let go of Marcus’ cock and pushed against his chest. He understood your request without a single word needed, and he carefully pulled his fingers out of you. The action made you whine but you immediately placed your lips on his and kissed his while you pushed his body back towards the bed. Your hands roamed across his chest as you guided him across the small room, and you made sure to give his nipples a pinch like he did yours before you pushed him down.

Marcus landed face up on the bed and he scooted himself back a bit while you climbed on top of him. The fire in your eyes matched his own as he was the one to reach out for you this time. You straddled his waist as you let him pull you down for another kiss; neither of you seemed to be able to kiss each other enough.

While your tongues tangled together, you rocked your hips against his, and you felt his cock twitch under you every time your pussy dragged along its length. Precum leaked from the tip, and you felt your own juices drip into his cock. You broke away for air and your eyes never left his as you lifted yourself up enough to hover over his erection.

Marcus whined as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance. You could feel how thick he was already when just the tip pushed in past your first ring of muscle, and you both let out low moans and groans as you slowly sunk down into him. Marcus grabbed onto your hips to help you keep yourself steady over him and he rubbed comforting circles on your skin while you slowly took him in completely.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t help the curse that escaped your lips once you fully impailed yourself on his cock. You closed your eyes and took in a few deep breaths, and you smiled when you felt his hands roam across your body.

“Fuck yourself,” Marcus parroted with a smirk.

You opened your eyes and raised your eyebrows at him, “That doesn’t even make sense, Marcus,” you giggled.

He joined in your laughter, and was about to retort when you rocked your hips just slightly. All that came out of Marcus’ mouth were whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. He moaned your name as he watched you raise your hips so that only half of him was buried in you before you lowered back down and he completely disappeared inside you again.

“I got you,” you spoke in a low voice as you echoed his own earlier sentiment to you.

You started slow, but as you became slicker and slicker, you were able to pick up your pace. You rested your hands on his chest to give yourself leverage while you bounced on his cock and savored how amazing he felt inside you. He filled you so well, and it was almost an out of body experience for you to ride Marcus like this.

Marcus helped you fuck yourself on his cock and tightened his grip on your hips. He shifted his legs to plant his feet on the mattress so he could thrust his hips up into you and match your movements from below you. The action made you cry out in pleasure and your inner muscles clenched involuntarily around his cock.

Moans and groans from both you and Marcus filled the little room, and if the space wasn’t sound proof, anyone who walked by would definitely know what you were up to. But, in the moment, the thought didn’t cross either of your minds. All you cared about was how Marcus’ cock stretched your pussy so well. And all Marcus cared about was how perfect you felt around him. It was like you two were made for each other.

“You’re….amazing…” Marcus moaned praises for you as you rode him even harder, “So good… I…I love you.”

You were so lost in pleasure that his words didn’t fully register in your ear. You were too close to your climax to think straight. And you were only pushed further when Marcus moved a hand to your center to rub at your clit. A loud cry escaped your throat as you felt your body tremble with your approaching orgasm.

You stilled yourself on top of Marcus while he pounded into you from below, “Marcus… I’m gonna cum…”

He grit his teeth and rubbed at your clit harder, his own pleasure was paused so he could watch you lose control on top of him. It only took a few more thrusts for Marcus to get what he wanted, and you came with a loud scream. Your whole body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright, and you clawed at his chest as you rode out your climax on his cock.

Once you lost all your strength, you fell forward and rested on Marcus’ chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and thrust into you with reckless abandon. He moaned your name in your ear as his own climax soon took him over, and he held you tightly as he spilled his release deep inside you.

Fully spent, Marcus flopped his legs down onto the bed. You glanced up at his face while you kept your head on his chest, and when he opened his eyes to meet yours, you both couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles. His cock stayed buried inside you while you stayed content on top of him.

Marcus kept one arm securely around you while he brought his other hand to cup your face. You leaned into his touch with a smile before you let him pull your face close to his for another kiss. This kiss, however, was slower and softer than your previous ones. There was no need to rush anymore, and you just lingered your lips on his for a time.

You felt him smile into the kiss as he tightened his grip on your waist. Marcus savored the feeling of your body on top of his, the warmth you brought was a comfort unlike anything else. And it wasn’t just from the heat of passion you two just shared. He genuinely felt strongly for you, and Marcus found that he never wanted this moment to end. Especially when his cock still remained deep inside you.

As much as you wanted to stay like this with your lips against his, your neck started to strain, so you broke away and rested your head on Marcus’ chest. You closed your eyes as you listened to his heart beat, and you grinned when you realized how fast it still pounded. You felt him trace patterns along your back as he held you close, and you wrapped your limbs around him as much as you could.

While you were able to enjoy the peace, your mind wandered and you fully realized what Marcus said while he fucked you, “Marcus…” you broke the comfortable silence, “Did… Did you mean what you said?” you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes this time.

His breath hitched in his throat as you felt his grip on you tighten. Marcus was quiet for several moments, and you almost told him to forget it when he finally answered, “Yes,” his voice was just above a whisper. If there was any other noise in the room, you wouldn’t have heard him, “I love you,” he said your name, “I’ve loved you since the moment we met,” he chuckled as he thought back to that day, “I never thought I’d love again but…” he drifted off and you closed your eyes, “You changed everything for me.”

You finally lifted your head up to meet his eyes again, and you gasped when you saw the sincerity in those beautiful deep brown eyes. He looked so vulnerable as he watched you, and you could tell he was just as nervous as you were.

“I love you too Marcus,” you spoke before you placed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.

His eyes went wide for a moment. Even though your training session derailed in the best possible way, it never even crossed Marcus’ mind that you loved him too. He breathed your name as he held you as tightly as he possibly could and kissed you again. His cock twitched inside you slightly, which made you moan into the kiss.

“Marcus…” you broke away just enough to speak against his lips, “I love you, but I’m going to need a few minutes,” you pulled away even further to look into his eyes as you propped yourself up on his chest, “You wore me out.”

“Honestly… me too,” Marcus laughed as he placed a hand on your head to gently guide you back down to rest on his chest, “Take all the time you need,” he kissed the top of your head, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Notes: Thank you anon for that request! I loved writing this! And I’m honestly mad at myself that I didn’t think of it because this is my JAM!! I hope y’all enjoyed this :)

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagine #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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dirty-brainrot · 3 years

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(Immortality)

UHM... I did not forget this... I did nawt..

Pairing: Kira Yoshikage (1st phase) x Reader

Kira had such an awful day at work. Not only that but some brat got ahold of his beloved Girlfriend and almost got him caught, either way, he got rid of the problem at the price of him returning to his home late. He should've driven to work but he was feeling that something good will happen if he walked instead but no. So now he is walking towards his home in the middle of the night.

He needed a new Girlfriend soon but he was willing to wait for another day. Although, it seems that luck was on his side. As he was walking around the familiar road of the north side of Morioh, he stumbles upon someone. Someone who has the cleanest and prettiest hand he has seen in the past few months.

The person notices their presence and walks to towards him with a polite smile. "Excuse me, sir," Upon closer look, their face is stunning, and looked fairly young probably around 18. He could care less as his attention was on their lovely hands. "I'm lost and this map isn't helping me that much. Do you know how to get to the Morioh grand hotel?" The person flips the map towards him, their hands moving with slight grace.

He hums and takes the map from their hand, hands slightly brushing against each other. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin. "I need to get their hand and it seems like I have the perfect opportunity." He thought as he gave them a fake smile. Pointing towards the current location they are, on the map, he started pointing at the directions of the path towards the hotel.

"Then turn right when you see the supermarket. I suggest you take a cab instead of walking on foot since that's quite far from here." The person nods and smiles at him again, stretching their hand out for a shake. He grabs it and goes in for a gentle kiss on the knuckles. "How odd... Their hand is cold... Well, it is quite chilly tonight." He thought as he slowly let go of their hand and gave them the map.

"Thank you, sir!" Turning around, they walk away. But before they could get any farther, Kira placed a hand on their shoulder. He looks around warily before chuckling. "You shouldn't be wandering around at night." Before the person could respond, they felt themselves going lighter and lighter then into nothingness.

A hand flops into the ground.

"Ah, sorry about that love." Kira smiled to himself and grabs the soft, cold hand. He caresses it one last time and places it in his pocket, but something was wrong. He swore he could feel it getting heavy, or was he just tired?

"Could've asked me out first." Startled, he flinches and looked towards the voice. It was you but naked... And left hand inside his coat pocket. "You fucker destroyed my clothes." You hissed while he stares at you, confused and slightly mad. "How?!"

Growling, you pointed and glared at him. "Better get me new clothes pretty boy or you'll be dead meat." Not wanting this to get any awkward, he hesitantly agrees and takes you to his home which is thankfully nearby so you won't have to walk with your asscheeks out too much.

He shows you to his bathroom and gave you fresh clothes. It was slightly oversized but it'll work. Walking outside of the bathroom, you sat down on the couch in the living room. Kira sat the far right of you. "So you must be the infamous killer that Jotaro told me about." The mentioned man, visibly tensed. "I didn't expect you to dismember hands and take them with you." You laughed, mocking him and he scowls in return. Before he could open his mouth to speak, you continued. "Don't worry, everyone has a kink."

Kira slams his hands on the table, making you pause from laughing. "Who are you and how did you do that? Was that the doing of your stand?" He asks with a stern voice and a flushed face, humiliated and infuriated. You hummed. "The names Y/N—" you then pointed at your sharp fangs and continued, "And I'm a vampire."

He didn't believe in those things and would simply laugh at you but seeing you materialize in front of him after getting pulverized is enough to make him believe that vampires were, in fact, real. The two of you sat in silence, not knowing what to say or do. Kira thought of ways to dispose of you while you looked at his tasteless furniture.

After 5 minutes of silence, you spoke up. "Listen, I would inform Jotaro that I found the killer but I have a proposal.~" He raises one of his brows, interested and it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. "Tell me your name first, Hand man." You snicker and he bitterly answers. "Yoshikage Kira." A part of him urges to tell his routine and life story but he refrained not wanting you to mock him any further.

"What a fitting name. Anyway, Kira, I need you to bring me food and help me get rid of the corpses. This would work really well for us if we team up." You crossed your legs and placed your foot on top of the table. He thought for a second before you added, "I could mislead them and you can do your freaky shit with the hands."

"Fine. Remove your feet on the table too." He answers and you grinned. Refusing to put your feet down, you spoke with a wry smile. "I would shake hands to seal the deal but I don't wanna see you pop a boner."

"I just wanted a peaceful life." He thought.

"Now that's out of the way, I'll be taking my leave." You stood up, standing awkwardly for a few seconds before sitting back down. "Can you take me to the Morioh Grand hotel?" He sighs. Kira only met you for a few hours but he knew you would refuse to leave if he didn't take you to your destination. He stands up with an irritated expression with you following him to his vehicle.

The car ride wasn't pleasant for Kira as you didn't stop babbling the entire ride. You told him the origin story of how you became a vampire and how you slowly lost your humanity during those years. He didn't care and tried to tune you out but you were too distractingly loud.

When you reached your destination. Kira parked his car in front of the hotel and ushered you to get out. Deciding to tease the man, you pressed your fingers together and kissed the tip of them then gently pushed them on Kira's lips while making a "mwah!" sound. You looked at his dumbfounded expression with a chuckle and left the car. "See you soon, Yoshikage." With that, you slammed the car door shut and sauntered to the entrance of the grand hotel leaving Kira with a raging boner.

"Their hands are... Very lovely... Such a shame that I can't take them for myself.." He mumbles and drove off.

#jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo #jojoba #jojo bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jojo's bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #DIU #kira yoshikage #kira yoshikage x reader #x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba part 4 #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure

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stevesharrlngtons · 3 years

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Alabaster skin stood starkly against the night sky behind him, his hulking figure looming over you as you simmered delightfully in the water below him. The smirk on his lips made a shiver run down your spine (as it always did), the rest of his appearance not helping the aroused tremors tearing through you.

Standing on the top landing of the steps leading to the hot tub, Eric wore next to nothing, only a small pair of skin tight, red briefs adorning his lap. Usually, you both would soak in the outside tub totally nude, stargazing and feeling completely uninhabited. Although, that often escalated the activities for a night of relaxation to more heart racing pursuits. Though even now (somewhat) clothed, you could still appreciate the stars as a twinkling backdrop to the masculine focal point before you.

Gazing up at him, you sat comfortably soaking in the bubbling water in a bikini, a pitiful display of fabric of your own and in a matching red color to your lover’s. Unable to stand his absence anymore, you removed your arms from the water and opened your wingspan up for him invitingly, your fingers playing tiny instruments in an eager search, and silent beg, for his body. He let out an amused chuckle, his eyes falling to the edge of the tub as his lips stretched wider at your actions. Soon, your fingers got their wish as they greedily took ahold of his shoulders and helped pull your body flush to his when he joined you in the tub.

“Impatient, are we?” He teased and you hummed in response.

You were always impatient to be close to him.

Your contented repose was quick to change into a squeal as Eric swiftly lifted your thighs around his waist and propelled you both forward in the blink of an eye, his destination to one of the surrounding seats. With the same lithe smoothness, he turned your conjoined bodies without so much of a wrinkle on the water's surface to position himself in the indented chair, with you on his lap.

When all was comfortable and settled, Eric’s hands moved to palm at your thighs, fingers fanning across your skin to cover as much territory as possible. You weren’t the only one greedy and impatient.

Your cheek came to rest against his pale chest, the warm water lapping around your chin and freckling your cheeks, but you paid it no mind, far too happy and satisfied to care. Your own hands hung slackly over the tubs edge, arms around Eric’s neck and elbows to his shoulders. Every once in a while, he would turn his head to dry a lazy line to the soft inner flesh of your biceps with his nose.

After a while of calm acclimation to the increased temperature and loose threads of careless conversation, one of Eric’s hands left your thigh to journey its way up and over your hip and over the notches of your spine to find purchase on the nape of your neck.

Your hair had been pulled up to keep it from getting wet, but a few stray wisps had freed themselves from your clip and made circled damp patterns on your skin. Eric took it upon himself to stroke those fly away back up with their sisters as his chest rumbled with anecdotes beneath you. Once he was satisfied that the hairs were reintroduced with the rest, he made work with removing them again, weaving his nimble fingers through the strays and removing other longer locks while he was at it. He wound the wet pieces around his fingers in tranquil designs that had you melting further into his chest.

While Eric and you shared intimacy in many ways, being snuggled together in the hot tub had become a quick favorite of yours.

After he had first purchased the hot tub, you didn't get much use out of it. The shower was easier and the bathtub more private (for when your evenings escalated), so he didn’t really see the need.

But on one of the scarce occasions that you both did use the tub, you had made a comment that the water warmed his icy skin to what you could recognize as a “normal” human temperature.

“Different from in the bath or the shower,” you’d said, your face pressed to him in a similar position to your current one, “maybe because we sit in here longer.”

He had laughed off your observation at the time, replying quickly with:

“Now that you know what I feel like as a human, it’s only fair that I get to feel you as a vampire. We have a walk-in freezer at Fangtasia, so it could be easily arranged...”

You slapped his arm in playfully retaliation before the topic had been dropped and forgeten. Or so you’d thought.

Because you had noticed that since your remark, Eric would find a way to get you both in the hot tub frequently, and routinely orchestrate soaks before it was time for you both to head to sleep for the night. While you had started to wonder why; whether it be because of the soothing water and what it did to grant you both a deep and gratifying slumber; or if the reason was more symbolic; you didn’t know and truthfully you didn’t much care. Ice cold or scorching hot, human or vampire, you would love this man just the same.

As he placed two gentle kisses to the thrumming pulse of your throat and peak of your shoulder between some story he was retelling from Fangtasia (or possibly recounting legends of the constellations, you were far too sated to follow) he only reinforced that conclusion in your mind.

#wrote and edited at 3AM so if there are tons of errors cut me some slack lol #still practicing writing for Eric so I hope it’s accurate (-:#anyways I love u ❤️#eric northman x reader

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tommybaholland · 3 years

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wordless ways they show their love

featuring: 4/5 bakusquad (bakugo, kirishima, kaminari and ashido)

bakugo will cook meals for you. he’s not the greatest with words and talking about how he feels (he secretly wants kirishima to help him out) but he still wants you to know that he loves you. when he notices that you haven’t been feeling your best, he knows it’s his time to shine. “you need to eat something, you idiot” he catches your attention by placing a full plate of food in front of you. he sits down next to you, his shoulder lightly bumping against yours as he settles down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. you stare at the plate for a few moments before you ask if he’s gonna eat anything. “will you eat if i do?” you grin at his consideration, giving him a small nod. he nods and returns the grin before leaning in to press a small kiss to your lips. he gets up and makes a little something for himself, returning only minutes later. “now tell me what’s making you upset...i’ll kick the shit out of that sadness..”

kirishima is never quiet when it comes to expressing his love for you (first of all). but there’s still little things he does to prove it, like he insists on carrying stuff for you. maybe ‘insist’ isn’t the right word but you’ll be holding something and he’ll say “i can hold that for you!” even if his hands or arms are completely full, he’ll still try to make room for anything else you need to carry. you let him do it because it makes him feel strong and he appreciates the heck out of you for that. and when he sees you’re down about something? “i’ll hold that for you, pebble” you look at him, confused before he takes ahold of your hand in his. “your hand looked heavy..” he grins softly before bringing your hand up to kiss the back. he truly is your boulder.

kaminari becomes very interested with the way you do things, like your skincare routine. he wants to know how you make your skin feel so soft and watches intently as you do your nightly routine. you offer to walk him through your process step by step and let him use your products on his own skin. he’s more attentive than normal and never questions any part of the process because he trusts you. once you show him the face masks, he’s absolutely sold on everything skin care. those are probably his favorite part and when he’s out by himself and sees how many there are to choose from, he goes wild. he ends up bringing back several, but signals to one in particular. “this one reminded me of you! it looked so pretty...just like you” it’s one of those glittery peel off ones that are probably not very good for your skin but you’d do it just to put a smile on your thoughtful boyfriend’s face.

ashido likes to take pictures with you. she takes pictures of and with everyone, its just her thing. but her favorite pictures she likes to print to hang up on the wall of her room or elsewhere, for keepsakes. most of the ones she prints are ones of you and her, or just of you. her absolute favorite picture is of you, looking back at the camera, smiling with the wind blowing through your hair along with the cherry blossoms petals as the sun sets along the horizon. she keeps it proudly under her pillow, having you close to her even when you’re not there. your heart flutters when you find it one day and she’s not ashamed of the discovery. she constantly reminds you of how beautiful you are and she’ll pull out that picture anytime to prove it.

welcome to the first (official) bnha night! send a request so we can keep it going!

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djarinbarnes · 4 years

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🕷 october 24th - lactation kink - b.barnes 🕷

Author: dina

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: forced pregnancy, lactation kink, mentions of rape, mur-der, hostage situation... basically just a situation you don’t wanna find yourself in.

A/N: enough with the sweet head canons. here’s a continuation of BREEDING KINK. this one’s for you, @nsfwsebbie. i hope you like it....... this is a dark fic. 18+ proceed with caution. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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When you’d handed over your phone, he’d bugged it. While he waited in his car, he checked your Flo app calendar. It was perfect timing. You were at the peak of your ovulation cycle. He had no time to waste. You just needed a push in the right direction.

Bucky hoped this was it.

It wasn’t. You spent the first month tied to the bed, only getting up and out of the restraints of shower and use the bathroom. He would feed you as you laid in bed, and for the first many meals, you rejected any attempt of him feeding you.

He would force you though, force you to eat. Force you to sleep with him, force you to have sex with him. You spent the most of every night crying, consoling yourself silently as he slept beside you soundly. The first night you had screamed for someone - anyone - but he gagged you and kept you silent.

Some of the nights he would try to fuck you gently, but every time you would fight him he would take you harshly, pounding into you until your body complied and relaxed against him.

The first month passed in a blur. You knew he was giving you sleeping pills occasionally, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. He was mixing it in whatever food he was giving you.

He was a bit gentler with you during the second month. He’d changed all the locks in your apartment, and nailed every window shut. He’d let you free of the restraints though, which was way better than you had imagined, even though he was keeping you prisoner in your own home.

You wondered how he was able to keep you living there - when you hadn’t gone back to work for the past two months. He’d told you not to worry your pretty little head with it, and instead focus on producing a good egg for him to fertilize.

After the third month of excruciating, nightly love-making routines (as Bucky called them) to ensure your fertility, you felt the first wave of nausea hit you. You knew immediately what it meant. It scared you, knowing he would do anything to you to secure the baby’s health growing in your womb.

When he found out, he was ecstatic. You had missed your period. Went more than 14 days over time before he brought you a test. The two pink lines were your new worst nightmare.

You’d expected him to be... You actually didn’t know what you’d expected. That he would let you have a little more freedom? You didn’t get it.

He told you that he now, more than ever, needed to protect you properly. Anything that could harm the baby was removed from your bedroom and bathroom. You barely had anything left other than your bed and the large chair in the corner of the room.

You were free to roam around your bedroom, though. That was settling, somehow.

7 months later

Your swollen belly was more than prominent. You hadn’t been out of the apartment for more than ten months, not going to any ultrasounds or checkups. It worried you just a little bit, but Bucky was persistent.

You were about to pop. If there was one thing you were worried about, it was when you had to deliver your baby. What if it couldn’t come out naturally? Then you’d both die.

Your fear was always making Bucky chuckle. He’d countlessly assure you, that everything would be fine.

You knew you had to get out of the hell hole you were kept in, but a plan didn't start forming in your head until he started to become sloppy with locking the door to your bedroom.

The first time he’d forgotten, he was more than eager to take you against the wall. It was the first time he noticed your breasts becoming heavier, the milk slowly starting to run in.

The second time it happened was in the middle of the night. You’d been throwing up in the bathroom, and he’d actually fell asleep beside you for just a short moment before waking up as you left the bed.

The third time it happened was that very morning. You didn’t hear him lock it when he came in with breakfast, like he usually did. When he went to the bathroom, you ventured out into the kitchen quickly before hurrying back to bed when you heard the toilet flush.

And that’s how you ended up in bed, with Bucky watching you like a hawk.

You watched how his hungry eyes followed his hand, drawing soft circles around your nipples. You leaned up, pulling his shirt over your head to expose your now naked, pregnant body to him completely, your nipples hardening from the cold air.

He admired your swollen bump, hands delicately running over the tightened skin. They slid upwards, both of his hands encapsulating your breasts. He found himself comfortable over you, watching you as he rid himself of his shirt.

You’d grown to get used to his presence and body over the last 10 months, and you felt your heart pick up the pace as he pushed his boxers down his thighs.

He looked down into your eyes as he sat back on his heels in between your legs, your hands circling your right breast, teasing him slightly. Bucky leaned down and licked from the underside of your fuller breast to your nipple.

He sucked your nipple into his mouth, pulling and sucking to set a steady rhythm. You heard him groan as you suspected your milk slowly making its way into his mouth.

Your hips bucked against his, your body pushing against him. Your hand courageously slid down his body, grabbing ahold of his cock. He pulled back from your breast to look at you quizzically, not sure about your actions.

You offered him a careful smile, giving his length a soft tug to encourage him to keep going. You caught his eyes darken further, before he with a growl leaned down, sucking your nipple into his mouth again, sucking harder this time.

Your wrist lazily tugged on his cock, making him groan against your skin, biting your nipple slightly before continuing his sucking. With every tug of your hand, he would suck on your breast, switching occasionally.

Bucky pulled back roughly soon after, scooting you over so he could sit against the headboard, making you whimper.

“Bucky?” your eyes were wide with surprise, your voice shaky.

“Need you, so much..” he quickly grabbed your hips and positioned you over him, rubbing his cock between your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal before pulling your hips down against his, his cock plunging inside you.

You gasped as his cock became enveloped completely within your heat, hitting your sensitive walls roughly. You watched him as he stared at your bouncing breasts.

“So good baby...” he whimpers as he leans in to press a kiss to where your neck and shoulder meet, his hands grazing with the soft skin of the side of your belly. They move upward to grasp your breasts again, tweaking your nipples.

His lips trail down to your breasts again, engulfing your nipple within his mouth, sucking on the skin. You start bouncing your hips carefully, your plan setting into motion. You let the soft moans spill from your mouth, watching as his eyes fluttered.

“You taste so good...” he moaned, nipple still in his mouth. You moved your hips just a tad faster, intent on making him come before you. He sucked your nipple hard before moving to the other, making you whine lightly. Your hard peaks were becoming overly sensitive.

You bounced faster, harder, clenching your walls around him to encourage his release. His head fell back against the wall, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling his release brought upon him.

Your hand quickly found the sharp knife under the furthest pillow, gripping it tightly as you held it heavily in your hand, your hips halting. You watched as he slowly came back to you.

You stabbed the knife in between his 5th and 6th rib, making his eyes shoot open, a yelp leaving his mouth. Then you do it again. And again.

You twist it before retracting it quickly, dropping it to the floor before pushing yourself a far back on the bed as you could while cradling your belly, watching in fear as he looked down at the open wounds in his side, the blood running down to red the bedsheets.

His eyes shot back up to your face, his eyes full of anger and... sadness? You felt your heart clench as you watched him straighten himself, before he let out a choked gasp, a slow trail of blood running down his chin.

You scrambled out of bed as he leaned forward, his hands grasping into the air to catch you. You watched as he slowly got out of bed, taking a step towards you, making you take one back.

You gasped as he fell to his knees in front of you. “Why?” his voice is strained, skin losing its tint. You bite your lips harshly as he coughs again, a splatter of blood landing in front of you.

“I can’t do this with you Bucky. You’re not normal. I can’t give you what you need.” you cry out as tears stream down his face steadily. You whimper and take another step back as he moves on his knees.

“But... I love... you, y/n. I love this... baby... Our baby...” His hand is clutching the wounds by now, blood spilling between his fingers. You whimper and yank the door of your bedroom open, collecting whatever clothes you’re able to find and put them on.

You look back at the bedroom door, catching him watching you with hooded eyes, leaning against the door frame. He’s struggling to breathe, and it’s visible.

“Don’t leave me.” he rasps, silently. “I love you.”

You turn your back to him. Then you hear the loud thud against your floor. You squeeze your eyes together tightly, praying for everything to be over with. When you turn back to look at him, his eyes are set on you.

He doesn’t blink. You don’t know how long you stand there, looking at him. The pool of blood around his torso is growing. You pull on his trench coat, finding his keys in the pocket of them.

You quickly search your apartment for a pair of shoes, sighing when you don’t find any. Looks like he wasn’t ever gonna let you leave. You unlock the front door, stepping out of your apartment before looking back at the man on the living room floor.

His head has moved. Eyes are trained on you, withholding the eye contact. You shiver as you feel a wave of nausea hit you, before a strong cramp makes its way through your stomach.

You groan and lay a hand against it with a whimper. You shut your eyes before slamming the door shut, locking it for, hopefully, the last time.

#Bucky Barnes #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #dark!bucky x you #dark!bucky x reader

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razorblade180-heated · 4 years

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Tension

[Shameless Smut]

Tension, a term Jaune was familiar with. Between Pyrrha pushing his muscles, Oobleck his mind, and the stress of school in general, Jaune and tension had become good friends. Instead of the norm though, tension came in the form of Nora’s well sized chest pressing behind him as he tried to write. A couple days into November and she was cracking. They had both decided to try the challenge and of course, it wasn’t going too well. Nora had all but succumbed to the idea of returning to their routine of frisky behavior.

Jaune tried to stay strong. But the nibbling on his ear and Nora’s hand rubbing his chest under his shirt. He let a tiny groan that made Nora giggle. “That’s it Jaune...let’s relax a little, and forget this challenge.” The sensation of her breath that close gave him chills.

“Last time I checked, this was your idea Nora. Stick by it.”

Jaune tried moving but her but it didn’t work. Nora was on a mission to get some. “Listen, I’m glad you’re so dedicated to my dumb idea; it’s what makes you a great leader. I need you to abandon all of that right this instant.”

“But I’m doing so well. I’m productive. Just look at all the work I’ve-gah!” He wasn’t expecting Nora’s warm hands to start going south. Both of them found their way under his sweatpants and took ahold of his steaming rection length.

“You can’t be too productive like this now can you?” Nora said, stroking him lightly. Doing this challenge was her dumbest idea yet. Nora didn’t understand why she thought this would be easy. Her, the most energetic and into sleeping with her handsome boyfriend. Feeling Jaune in her hands after several days was kinda...intense. Maybe it was her imagination but everything felt a little newer.

“You feel so hard and heavy. Already backed up? That’s not good. Nora bit his neck lightly and began stroking his shaft faster. Jaune finally put down his pencil and hitched his breath. She could feel his resolve break. “Jaune, I wanna ride you so bad~”

“You’re so not playing fair Nora. Just get off by yourself.” His composure was hard to take seriously with his cock basically throbbing. It may have been a few days but with the way him Nora did things, it might as well have been a week already. “Nora...please….” Jaune begged. His naughty girlfriend still refused. Instead she pulled out his chair from his study fest a little more and got on her knees. Nora fully whipped out Jaune’s sizable member and blushed the moment it sprang out, hitting her face briefly. Jaune watched the girl stare up at him as her lips pressed against the base of the shaft and sucked lightly. She then used her tongue to give a painfully slow lick up to the tip and winked.

“I refuse to believe this challenge is more important to you than this view right now. I know I’m being selfish but hey, you make me feel really good.” She said sheepishly, not meaning to get all mushy. “Still wanna stop?”

Jaune looked at his girlfriend with flustered intent. How could she ask that after what she just did!? Still, he did wanna know just how strong his resolve was, so he hatched an idea. “Why don’t I just help you get off then and not cum myself? My hands and tongue good enough for ya?”

“Hmmm, I guess we’ll just have to find out. You honestly think you’re that good?” Nora challenged. They’ve only been with each other two months. She remembered both of them fumbling so hard the first time, especially Jaune. He’s definitely improved since then but they’ve never tried only doing oral.

Jaune stood up and pulled up his pants to Nora’s dismay. The gentleman helped Nora stand up, before pushing her onto his bed, earning a yelp. “Yes…”

“Ooo, confidence. So far so-” Jaune pressed his lips against hers before she could finish. The feeling of his tongue invading her mouth made her quiver. Jaune pulled away to begin assaulting Nora’s neck, slowly working down. “Mmmm, yesss” Nora moaned. She raised her arms to remove her ‘boop’ shirt and let out another yelp as Jaune pulled down her shorts. For someone who only wanted to give, Jaune was acting pretty aggressive. “Someone eager to taste me?” Nora spread her legs for him. Her wet panties slipped off with her pesky shorts. Strands of her arousal clung to Nora’s shapely thighs as her hand dipped down to rub her sensitive flower.

Jaune gulped at the lustful sight of Nora’s hands becoming slick as she moaned with each rub. Her fingers spread her lips and even more of Nora began to flow out. He didn’t think she’d be this wet. This wanting of him.

Nora was equally surprised. The slightest graze against her clit made her body ache in the best way possible. Every nerve felt light lightning and seeing Jaune stare so intensely at her body made it worse. “Jaune…?” Nora moaned, gaining his attention. “Still just wanna use your hands and tongue?” Her spare hand started groping her left boob as she slid one finger inside herself. Automatically, Nora moaned with her hips bucking into her hand. “Because I don’t…”

Jaune was left speechless as he watched Nora finger herself. To an Arc, resolve meant a lot. It was a pride thing. A way to test yourself to the highest degree. Jaune was highly considering changing his last name. He removed his pants and shirt to see Nora give him a very excited smile.

“About time. Don’t worry, there’s next year.” She opened up her arms and welcomed her dorky boyfriend into a big embrace. She was once again caught off guard by a passionate kiss that served as a distraction. Lightning struck again through her body from the full feeling of a Jaune sliding deep inside of her hot and soaked pussy. “Mmmmph!” Jaune started rocking into her.

He couldn’t believe just how tight he was right now, or how wet. Jaune moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I can’t go easy on you.” That alone made her feel even tighter.

“Fuck me up…” Nora whimpered. She felt his hands grab the back of her thighs and Jaune. Moved her legs until Nora could was staring up at her own knees. Her own heart skipped the moment she realized what position he wanted. “Oh fuck…” Jaune pulled his hips back slowly before plunging straight down into her. “ Oh fuck!” She screamed. “Give it to me Jaune!”

He was more than happy to. Jaune wasted no time pounding into Nora repeatedly, filling the room with the sound of their intense pent up session.

The only thing dwarfing the wet sound of Nora submitting to a mating press was the beds rattling. There’s never been a time their sex didn’t feel good, but Nora could feel a tangible difference this time around as she gripped the sheets and shut her eyes tight. Was it Jaune’s previous reluctance? Putting on a show for him wasn’t new but asking, no, begging for him to join was different. The look he gave her. That desire to fight the urge let her body seduce him. Nora never knew being tempting could be so alluring.

Her eyes briefly opened to see Jaune’s developing muscles shine with the sweat he was working up. His chests rose and fell with each deep plunge that Nora found numbingly good. She grabbed a hold of his forearms to brace each impact. Nora desperately wanted to speak but she found herself mimicking his deep breaths instead, her face turning to the side to bite down on the cover. His stare was just too much. Everything was too much.

Seeing the normally talkative and energetic teammate so meek and flushed made Jaune want to keep going. “You’re so beautiful.” Somehow, Jaune managed to move his right hand enough to turn Nora’s face back to him and kissed her hungrily. “Don’t stop looking at me.”

Nora let go of his arms and wrapped them around his neck again. Her hands ran through his slightly damp hair and held Jaune close. It was impossible to tell how long they’ve been like this, but the building pressure inside her that was wonderfully reaching new heights told Nora that her and Jaune wouldn’t be like this for too much longer.

“Cl..close…” She panted. “I’m so close…!” With the way she could feel Jaune twitch inside her and knock on the entrance to her womb, he wasn’t lasting much longer either.

“Want me to pull out?”

“Whatever you want!” Nora cried. Her climax came not even seconds later. Nora’s entire body tensed underneath Jaune’s. The only thing keeping her from screaming was biting down on Jaune’s shoulder, hard. It was a good thing he had aura in spades.

Jaune kept thrusting into Nora’s tightening walls until he had reached his end too. As much as he wanted to fill her up, he repressed the carnal desire and pulled out, shooting thick strands of clouded white all over Nora’s flushed chest and even a little on her face.

“Whoops…. sorry about that.” Jaune went to reach for a rag but Nora had already decided to wipe off her very healthy boyfriend’s spunk with her finger, then letting it fall into her mouth.

Jaune could only watch Nora do an exaggerated gulp before smiling at him seductively.

“Why use a towel when I can get that look from you with one simple move?” Nora giggled. She wrapped her arms around Jaune to pull him in close. Even after what they just did, the skin to skin contact made her jolt with pleasure. A glance down revealed she wasn’t the only person who was still up for more. “Look at that? And here I was thinking I wasn’t rocking your world. It took some effort to get you in bed. Not that I didn’t enjoy doing it.”

“You always rock my world. I just wanted to go one November to end in completion. Guess that’s never happening with you.” Jaune started attacking her neck with kisses and nomming.

Nora couldn’t control her laughter from the surprise assault. She eventually got him to show mercy. “Aww, don’t feel bad. Who cares about a challenge like that when you have a horny and loving partner. After all, I’m about to make it up to you right now.” Nora kisses his cheek before making him lean back to straddle him properly. “Told ya that I wanted a ride. My turn to do the leg work.”

Jaune blushed watching Nora bite her lower lip as she sat down on his dick. Both moaned in unison from the sensitivity from the first round. Jaune didn’t think it was possible, but Nora somehow felt warmer and slicker than before. His hands took a hold of her hips while Nora’s found a comfortable spot on his chest so she could lean forward a bit. Then, she rocked, teasingly slow. The back and forth motion almost seemed to pull him in deeper before playing with the idea of letting Jaune slip out. The pace slowly got a little faster, allowing Jaune to watch the sway and bounce of Nora’s boobs while she fucked herself.

“Yeah, I’m not lasting as long as the first time.” Jaune admitted. He started bucking up into Nora to make her gasp and see her thighs shake. Her lip bite became harder and her body flattened to lay on top of him, never breaking the rhythm they’ve chosen.

“S-same...ah! Same here…!” Nora had to make a mental note that doing anything after mating press was just asking for punishment. Not just her hips, but her knees and core was just in sensory overload. Jaune must’ve noticed just how much she was trying to keep control. His hands moved from around her waist to her ass, pushing and rocking it onto him harder to help her out. As well as provide sweet torture. “Fuck, aaah~” Nora feel him reaching the same spots from before. “You get so fucking deep…!” She whimpered.

Wet, sloppy sounds had returned to the room in full force. The two felt hot enough to burn the bed. Chests constantly rose and fell as repressed moans snuck out with everybody shift and love bite. Nora placed her face in the crook of Jaune’s neck. As much as she wanted an even spit of doing the work, her body had given up on that idea in favor of letting Jaune pump into her relentlessly until he was good and satisfied with her. A deep red blush came over her by the warm, wet sensation coating their upper thighs that was no doubt her never ending arousal for Jaune’s eager cock.

“H-Hey, cum in me this time.” Nora groaned, riding her waves of pleasure. Jaune only grunted, which she took as an agreement from the way he speared into her with a little more force. Nora only lasted several more thrusts before she milked Jaune of all he had to give. The sudden feeling of immense heat filling inside her body made it shake with pleasure. Finally, the two calmed down, lying motionless on the bed.

Jaune let out a tired chuckle. “Okay, you were right. This was better than any challenge. That...that was….” he couldn’t even speak right.

Nora smiled at her tired night and gave him a big kiss, filled with passion and endearment. “Yeah, it was. Several days and I got this out of you. I might actually be in trouble if I let you get pent. My fucking legs are done!” Her head rested on his chest. “Guess I gotta sleep this off.”

“Not a bad idea.” Jaune grabbed an end of his cover and flung it over their bodies. “Pyrrha and Ren shouldn’t have to witness this sight first thing through the door.”

“That’s my leader, always thinking.” Nora yawned. Her eyes fell slowly and relaxed her body onto Jaune’s. She could feel one of his arms secure her as she dozed off.

Jaune was only a few moments behind her. As usual, another failed attempt this year. Eh, worth it.

#rwby #nora valkyrie #nora’s arc #jaune arc #rwby ships

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dancingazaleas · 3 years

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jean kirstein | supportive

so this was completely self indulgent. i also wrote this because i’m tired of reading really unrealistic writings of what having a depressed lover is like and how you should take care of them. i’ve been diagnosed with MDD, so i’m just getting tired of seeing misrepresentation for it. i tried to make the reader as neutral as i could, i apologize if i couldn’t. also i don’t feel like using capital letters, i apologize. also sorry the spacing is weird, i originally wrote this when i was half asleep on my notes and just copied and pasted. i have a lot to apologize for.

notes/warnings: depressed reader, mentions of s3lf harm, cursing, reader & jean are 18, slight angst, pure fluff

“(name)... (name).... babe? c’mon, i need ya to wake up for me,” a voice you recognize says as they knock on your bedroom door.

you stumble over the clothes in your room and over to your bedroom door, struggling to open it. despite said struggles, you do manage to open the door. and you end up scurrying back to your messy, and comfortable bed.

jean walks in, one hand holding onto the strap of his backpack and the other holding onto a plastic bag with stuff that smells like snacks. he’s got a soft smile that instantly shifts into shock, disgust, and then into a frown.

your room was a mess. you hadn’t cleaned it since the start of your depressive episode, the same for yourself. you left the trash of fast food bags, unfinished sodas, and crumbled up bags of cheese-it’s. the fact you had been farting in your room and wouldn’t leave the door open to air it out made the smell worse.

he opens his arms, giving you the decision of if you wanted a hug or not, to which you accept. you’re cuddling your face into his chest, and you’re absolutely positive that you rank of BO and greasy hair. he doesn’t joke about anything yet though, he knows not to.

“you okay,” he’s so quiet, you barely hear him.

you respond with a shaky mumble, “no. sorry if i worried you.”

he pulls away and shakes his head at the claim you’ve just made.

“you didn’t mean to. it’s okay,” he kisses your forehead.

“have you eaten today?”

you think a little before you answer, “not much... haven’t eaten since lunch.”

“okay, i got us some snacks if you feel up to it. do you want to start cleaning your room before or after you eat,” he kicks off his shoes—he always waits until he’s in your room since he spends most of his time there.

“after, my stomach might feel fucked if i eat before. even though i’m not really the one cleaning,” you groan, going back under your covers.

“wanna talk about why you’re upset before or after we eat?” he’s tugging the covers off of your body, he knows you’ll try going back to bed.

“before. i’ll get hungry after crying.”

“okay,” it goes silent for a moment, and then, “i love you.”

“i love you too. thank you, and... sorry if i don’t seem appreciative of this, i don’t know what to say other than thank you.”

“i know you appreciate it. anyways, i’m gonna start picking up some of your clothes and maybe some of the sodas. wanna get in the shower while i do that?”

“yea. if you need to air out my room, open the window. close the door while you clean, don’t like my mom knowing you’re cleaning for me,” you sigh, getting out of bed and walking to your dresser to get underwear, a shirt, and shorts.

“okay. don’t miss me too much,” he’s suddenly hugging you from behind, and it makes you think he’s the one who will miss you. his stubble is tickling you a little as he rests his head on your shoulder, he just started growing it out.

you turn your head a little to look at him, taking notice of how long his hair was starting to get. he’d be turning 19 next year and would soon be getting an apartment with you.

and dear god, you were so ready for that to happen. you hate living with your mother.

“i love you,” you whisper to him once again, and for once your mind feels at peace for just a moment.

“i love you more,” he kisses your clothed shoulder and smiles.

“let me go shower so i can stop smelling like shit,” you chortle a little, grabbing a ‘Queen’ shirt—which used to be jean’s but you’ve stolen it—and some shorts.

he rolls his eyes, but obliges and lets you walk out of your room into the bathroom. you try avoiding the mirror as you get naked but it proves to be pointless when you catch a glimpse of a pimple. you almost want to kill jean for not pointing it out, but you know it would only hurt your feelings. you’ll take care of that after you shower.

he’s putting your clothes in the laundry hamper when you’re coming back into the room with the ones you just had on. he takes them from you and you started putting on deodorant and do your hair routine. you’ve taken care of your skin in the bathroom.

jean’s turning on your TV and pulls out a can of cold (favorite soda), placing it next to your hand on your—now—clear vanity.

“thank you,” you smile a little, wanting to laugh at how he’s standing behind you and watching intently.

“‘m almost done, jean.”

“did you brush your teeth? i don’t want to be in a comfortable snuggle position only for you to get up to brush your teeth,” he ignores the comment you’ve made.

“oh shit, no. thanks for reminding me. i haven’t brushed them in a couple days,” you sigh, scurrying off to the bathroom again and jean decides to pull out the vacuum he knows you keep in your closet.

he plugs it in and started vacuuming the best he can, and as he does so his mind shifts to levi. ‘i hang out with him too much...,’ he thinks to himself as he turns the vacuum off to see if the filter is clean.

you walk back in, “what the hell are you doing?”

“vacuuming,” he says nonchalantly, squatting a little to see if he got the floor under your vanity.

you laugh again, “i’m sorry. you don’t gotta do that.”

“i know. just wanted to,” he shrugs, unplugging it from the outlet and wrapping it back up.

you jump onto your bed, which now has clean sheets because of jean, and scoot toward the wall. jean closes your window and grabs your drink and scoots in behind you. he puts your drink onto the nightstand—his is already on it—and shuffles awkwardly to lay behind you.

“you wanna talk about it,” he asks, leaning on an elbow and looking at you.

“yeah...”

“whenever you’re ready, babe,” he takes ahold of your hand and kisses it.

“so, like, other than the shit about my mom i told you about, i don’t know. i don’t know what’s wrong, and i had that urge to just hurt myself. it scared me so bad. and what scares me is that i almost acted on it. like, am i okay? what the fuck is going on with me?? a-and i just kept pretending to be sick to my mom so i didn’t have to go to fucking school,” you start off slowly and start to cry as you think about what caused jean to come here, which was the abrupt disappearance of your presence at school.

“you’re okay. and i am so incredibly proud of you for not giving into the urge to harm yourself and for messaging me. unfortunately, you can’t avoid school until may. i need your dumbass to graduate,” you both giggle a little.

“i just.... i feel so bad about worrying everyone at school. like i didn’t mean to, but i fucking did. eren’s so fucking pissed at me right now, i just fucking know he is. god, i just want to be happy,” you sob and jean rubs your arm with his thumb to help soothe you a little.

“eren’s just pissed because he’s worried, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to be an ass towards you. you’ll be happy, my love, i know you will. you’ve just got to wait—let me finish—and i know you’ve been waiting for a long time, but it won’t just happen overnight y’know,” he smiles with an eyebrow raised at the end, nudging you with his elbow a little.

“maybe start being nicer to yourself, huh? you’re absolutely gorgeous, and i love you just the way you are, but my opinion shouldn’t matter. the only opinion on yourself that should matter is your own. and try speaking up more when floch and ymir hurt your feelings on accident,” jean tells you while he draws patterns into your skin with his fingers.

“it doesn’t feel like that, y’know? and like—i don’t want to be selfish or hurt anyone else or worry anyone else, cause what if that hurts them?”

he shakes his head, “babe, when it comes your own happiness, you’ve gotta be selfish sometimes. and calling floch and ymir out won’t hurt their feelings, sure, they’ll be a little pissy about it for a second but then apologize. it’s not like you’re telling them they’re cunts and to go fuck themselves. also, everyone will understand you being selfish in order to be happy. it might hurt or piss someone off in the moment when you make an action that’s selfish but in the long run, they’ll understand. and if they don’t, they’re a fucking doucher. answer this one question i’ve got for you.”

“okay...?”

“at the end of the day, who’re you gonna have?”

“myself...?”

jean starts nodding rapidly, reaching over to wipe snot off your face, “you’re going to have yourself at the end of the day. preferably, i’d like to say myself, but there are going to be times where i hurt your feelings unintentionally or where you’re pissed at me, and that’s okay. you’ve gotta start being selfish and i know it’s hard, but i promise you it’ll be so rewarding in the end.”

you sniffle a little and nod while you listen.

“and about being sad in general without provocation. it happens. it’s okay to be sad sometimes babe, it’s a normal human emotion and it just means you’re living correctly. but if you’re sad because of nothing for weeks on end, then maybe it’s time to try to do something. it’s okay to ask for help. maybe talk to your mom about increasing the dosage of your anti-depressants and going back to therapy?”

“i don’t know how.”

“you could write her a letter and tape it somewhere you know she’ll look. if you can’t talk about it face-to-face, write that in the letter,” you nod again at him, quietly asking for a hug.

he responds by just giving it, and hums happily.

“i love you so much,” he whispers, squeezing you tighter.

“i love you too,” you laugh and whisper at the same time.

jean knows this isn’t going to immediately make you happy, but sometimes what you need is to just be reminded that it’s okay to feel this way and that in the end it’ll all be okay. and for right now, that’s all you really need.

#jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #jean kirstein x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin manga #shingeki no kyojin

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smutggukk · 3 years

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7:00 am

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“Ring ring”

letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)

Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.

Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.

Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.

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Time skip; 9:00 am

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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.

“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.

“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”

Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?

He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”

He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”

This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.

Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.

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Time skip; after school

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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.

Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.

“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.

“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.

He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.

“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.

“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.

He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.

I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.

He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”

“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”

He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”

I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”

Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.

“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.

His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”

His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.

“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.

Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”

Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”

Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”

gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”

He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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Scripted: Part 7

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, cheating

A few weeks later, Namjoon’s comment was still ringing just as fresh in your mind as it was when he’d said it to you before storming out of your bedroom. “I’ll always care about you Y/N-ah. But respect is a two-way street, and you stopped respecting me a long time ago”.

It was obvious that whatever had spurred him to say that was eating at him, because he hadn’t so much as spared you a single glance ever since that day. As much as you wanted to talk to him and try to get down to the bottom of it though, you never seemed to be able to catch him alone long enough to really grill him about it. One of the things about being married to the President of a country is that he’d be able to avoid you for days without suspicion from others, which is exactly what he’d been doing.

You just didn’t get it though. All of this seemingly stemmed from the conversation about you not wanting to have a baby with him but you knew your husband, and you knew that there had to be more to the story than what he was really telling you. You loved Namjoon but there was one thing about him that had always annoyed you, and that was his ability to act aloof whenever he wanted to avoid talking about his true feelings. You thought that the two of you had worked through that in the early days of your relationship, but the same could be said for a lot of the other aspects in your relationship as well.

“Y/N?” Jimin called your name and you seemingly snapped back to reality, looking over at him with your eyes blown wide in surprise. “Did you hear me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Jimin,” you sighed, shaking your head lightly. “Can you say it again?”

“I said, do you think these place settings scream ‘please give us your money’?” He repeated, holding up the book of place settings that the two of you had been looking through. The two of you were doing more planning for the children’s benefit, and you and Jimin were on your own today as Momo had other commitments.

“Yeah, they do,” you laughed and Jimin nodded as he set the book back down on the table in front of you.

“Are you alright?” Jimin wondered. “You’ve been really quiet all day.”

“I’m fine, I just...have a lot on my mind I guess,” you shrugged.

“You could always talk to me if you wanted,” Jimin offered. “I may not be able to give you any great advice or anything, but it might help to verbalize your thoughts.”

“I wouldn’t want to seem like I’m complaining though.”

“Y/N, you’re human. All humans do is complain, it’s in our nature,” Jimin joked, making you laugh.

“Alright, alright,” you relented. “Namjoon and I got into a....well it really wasn’t an argument or anything like that but he said something that I haven’t been able to get off of my mind.”

“Do you feel comfortable telling me what it was that he said?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t think it’d really help if you knew, because I don’t even know what he meant by it,” you admitted. “Whatever it was though, I know he’s really upset.”

“Ah ok. Well, maybe you should just give him time,” Jimin shrugged. “Maybe he just needs time to think through things.”

“Maybe but I’m not sure,” you groaned. “I’m so sick of not knowing what’s going on in my own marriage.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it then? He won’t know how you feel if you don’t talk to him.”

“Namjoon and I haven’t spoken to each other honestly, at the same time, in a year,” you disclosed. “And plus, he’s so angry right now that I doubt he’d even hear me out.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I can’t really give you any advice,” Jimin apologized. “I’ve never been married and the one long-term relationship I’ve had fell apart.”

“No, that’s ok,” you smiled lightly. “It’s kind of nice to have someone just listen, because when I talk to Momo about these things, she always gives her two cents.”

“Very on brand for her,” Jimin laughed.

“I hope I didn’t make things weird for you,” you added. “I know you’re Head of Security for the both of us and it might be odd to have me complaining about our relationship to you.”

“Ok first off, you’re not complaining if I volunteered to listen,” Jimin pointed out. “And second, I can separate the job from my friendships.”

“Oh, so we’re friends now?” You teased him and Jimin became visibly flustered.

“I-I mean,...I was j-just,-”

“Jimin, I’m kidding,” you giggled, and he visibly relaxed again. “I do consider you to be my friend.”

“I consider you to be my friend too,” he nodded with a smile.

“I mean, I’ve vented to you about my emotional baggage so you really have no choice anyways,” you pointed out, making Jimin laugh loudly.

“Hey, do you have anything else to do today?” Jimin asked suddenly and you shook your head.

“No, this was all I had planned today,” you said as you pointed at the books of place settings and silverware options that sat in front of you.

“Since I couldn’t give you any real advice, why don’t you let me take you somewhere to get your mind off things?”

“Take me somewhere?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

“Just trust me,” Jimin told you. “By the way, how do you feel about homemade skin care products?”

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“Ok, I had no idea that Hope Market was this popular,” you giggled as Jimin led you through the overcrowded farmer’s market. You made sure to keep your head down in order to make sure that you weren’t seen, even though you had traded your usual dresses and heels for a t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a bucket hat.

“It’s usually not like this when I come, but that’s also usually during the week,” Jimin replied. The two of you continued to walk until Jimin stopped in front of a booth, and you couldn’t help but to notice how the old woman who was standing behind the stall lit up at the sight of Jimin.

“Jiminie!” She exclaimed, quickly hobbling from behind the booth and throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Hi Jung-hee-ssi,” Jimin responded, taking a step back from her once she had released him from the hug in order to properly bow to her. “I brought a friend to sample your skin care items.”

“Hello,” you smiled, bowing to her and she nodded towards you.

“Hi, I’m Kim Jung-hee,” she told you.

“I’m Kim Y/N,” you said and she nodded once again before moving to step back around her stall. You looked over at Jimin in confusion since Jung-hee hadn’t made any mention of your name, and Jimin chuckled at your expression.

“She’s 67 and she doesn’t own a television,” he revealed and you nodded in understanding.

“Yah, you two get over here!” Jung-hee called out as she bent over to dig into one of the many crates that she had and Jimin set his hand on the small of your back to push you forward a little. “You’re just in time Jiminie, you and your little friend!”

“What did you make this week?” Jimin wondered as he moved to stand next to you.

“Lip scrubs! And with a new recipe too!” She announced as she stood up straight again and walked over to the two of you, multiple bottles of lip scrubs in her hands. “You’re not allergic to honey or almonds, are you sweetie?”

“No, I’m not,” you told her and she smiled before handing you a small bottle.

“That one is my homemade sugar lip scrub,” she said and she motioned for you to open the bottle, which you did. “It has sugar which helps exfoliate, almond oil to help moisturize, and honey for smell. Try it.”

“It smells amazing,” you complimented as you dipped your finger into the scrub before proceeding to rub it onto your lips.

“And I see that you haven’t been following the routine that I gave you!” Jung-hee scolded Jimin as she reached up and grabbed ahold of his chin, looking over his face.

“I’ve been working!” He shot back, reaching up and pulling her hand away from his face. “I work 12 hour days, I don’t have time for a 12-step skincare routine.”

“You’re gonna end up wishing you had made time when you’re my age with bags so big, you can store kimchi in them,” she muttered, making you snort as you tried not to laugh out loud. Jung-hee then reached around and grabbed a small big that was full of wet wipes, and she pulled one out before holding it out to you.

“Thank you,” you smiled, using the wipe to get the residue from the sugar scrub off your lips.

“How does it feel?” Jung-hee wondered and you paused for a second to run the tip of your finger over your lips, a soft gasp escaping you.

“They’re so soft,” you marveled and Jung-hee smiled proudly.

“That almond oil will work wonders,” she stated. She then turned around again, taking a few seconds to rummage around in another crate before she stood up straight again. “Here, you can try this hand lotion I’ve made while I pack up a few lip scrubs for you to take home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” you tried to say but Jung-hee just waved her hand at you.

“It’s not a problem. Jiminie, here,” she said, setting a small tube into Jimin’s open hand. “You rub that onto her skin the same way I do for you while I pack this up.”

“Yes Jung-hee-ssi,” Jimin nodded obediently and Jung-hee took the bottle of lip scrub out of your hands before walking off to the other side of her stall.

“She’s a firecracker,” you whispered quietly to Jimin and he snorted a laugh as he took the top off of the tube in his hands and poured some into his palm.

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled. “I’ve known her since I was little. Her and my grandmother used to be best friends before my grandmother passed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologized and Jimin just smiled at you as he rubbed his hands together.

“Thanks,” he said as he grabbed your hand and began to apply the lotion to your skin. “I still come and check on her every week to make sure that she’s doing ok.”

“And to get skincare tips,” you added and Jimin laughed before nodding.

“And to get skincare tips,” he agreed. He continued to rub your hand and you realized that the lotion had long since been rubbed into your skin and that he was now giving you a....massage, almost.

“It’s nice of you to come and check on her though,” you mumbled quietly, not able to tear your gaze away from where Jimin was touching you.

“Well she doesn’t have any children of her own and her husband’s sick, so I feel like it’s the least I could do,” he smiled, working his way down from your fingers to your wrist, rubbing softly at your pulse point. Your breathing hitched audibly and Jimin looked up at you with a small smirk.

“Feels good, huh? Jung-hee always does this to my hands too when I come, and it’s the most relaxing thing ever,” he told you and you nodded numbly, because relaxing you wasn’t the only thing that it was doing it to you.

“Alright you two, here you are!” Jung-hee exclaimed as she walked back over to the two of you, two paper bags in her hands. “I put some lip scrubs, the hand cream, some general exfoliates, and some face masks in each one.”

“Thank you so much,” you said as you bowed to her before taking the bag out of her hand while Jimin did the same. “How much do I owe you?”

“Oh, free of charge sweetie,” she said dismissively.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” she stated firmly. “Any friend of Jiminie’s is a friend of mines.”

“Well, thank you,” you smiled.

“I’ll be back to check on you next week, alright?” Jimin said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jung-hee’s cheek.

“Alright, and follow your skincare routine!” She shouted at him, making him nod immediately.

“It was nice meeting you!” You said as you waved.

“Likewise sweetie,” Jung-hee replied with a grin and you let Jimin lead you away from her booth and back into the busyness of Hope Market.

“What now?” You wondered as you looked over at Jimin.

“I know a small ice cream shop not too far from here,” Jimin replied. “Wanna go get a cone?”

“God, yes.”

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“You’re disgusting.”

“Respect my choices!”

“I can respect a choice, but this is just ridiculous,” Jimin muttered in disgust as he looked over at you as you licked your ice cream cone. “I mean, mint chocolate Y/N? Really?”

“It’s good,” you shrugged.

“It’s toothpaste in ice cream,” Jimin deadpanned.

“You just have no taste.”

“That makes two of us,” he whispered and you reached over to smack his arm, making him wince dramatically. “You almost made me drop mines!”

“Good, it’ll be your karma for judging me!” You shot back. Jimin just chuckled at you, sitting back against the bench as the two of you continued to eat your individual cones in a comfortable silence.

“Thanks Jimin,” you spoke up suddenly, and Jimin looked over at you with a raised brow.

“For what?”

“For helping me get my mind off of everything,” you told him. “It’s nice to just hang out as me, and not as ‘First Lady Kim’, you know?”

“I can imagine,” he nodded. “And no need to thank me. It looked like everything was really weighing on you.”

“It was,” you confirmed as you took another lick of your ice cream. A few seconds of silence passed before you felt a hand on your knee, and you looked over to see Jimin staring intently at you.

“I wish I could help you more,” he murmured.

“Y-you do,” you assured him softly as he moved closer to you so that your thigh was touching his. “A lot, actually.”

“You deserve better,” he stated firmly and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed out. Before you could even realize what was happening, Jimin was pressing his lips to yours and you found yourself not even hesitating to kiss him back. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet firm at the same time. Jimin didn’t try to pull you closer or push you further, he just....kissed you. As if he knew that it was what you needed.

Once Jimin pulled his lips away from yours, you slowly opened your eyes and found him smiling softly at you.

“Ok?” He asked and you nodded slowly.

“Ok,” you agreed before sitting back against the bench. Jimin did the same and the two of you continued to eat your ice cream, now trying to hide the blushes that were rising to both your and his cheeks.

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It wasn’t until you and Jimin had gotten back into his car to head back to the Blue House that you started to overthink and panic. Yes, you were in an open marriage and could technically kiss Jimin without any guilt but he was the Head of your fucking Security detail, for God’s sake. Of all the men in the world, why’d it have to be him?

On the other hand though, you were happy that it was Jimin. He’s been the sweetest guy ever and as you thought about it, you had an inherent sense of trust in him and it wasn’t just because he was your Head of Security. It was because he had shown himself to be trustworthy, which is something you’d been lacking in your marriage.

These thoughts swirling through your mind is why the entire car ride had ended up being completely silent, and Jimin didn’t try to speak up until he had walked you up the front steps of the Blue House and the two of you were standing in front of the door.

“Are you alright Y/N-ah?” He asked you and you gave him a smile, because you truly were alright and because you noticed how he didn’t just call you ‘Y/N’.

“Yeah, more than alright,” you told him and a small smile came across his face. “Thank you again, for today.”

“I told you, I always want to help you,” he reminded you. He reached down and grabbed hold of your hand, the same hand that he had massaged earlier, and brought it up to his lips to press a soft kiss to it. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile as Jimin released your hand. He turned around and made his way back down the steps as you turned around and pushed open the front door, stepping inside and shutting it behind you. After kicking off your sneakers, you began to make your way to your and Namjoon’s private living quarters when you heard what sounded like something hitting the wall.

“What the hell is that sound?” You mumbled to yourself, walking further down the hallway to you and Namjoon’s bedroom. When you got there, your bedroom door was slightly ajar and when you peaked inside, it felt like every ounce of breath got knocked out of your body.

Namjoon was in your bed, clearly fucking some girl missionary style. The girl was moaning loudly, and you almost swore that you’d heard it somewhere before. After watching for a few seconds, the anger you were feeling bubbled over and you burst forcefully into the room, causing the door to hit the hall and Namjoon and his whore to yell/shriek in surprise.

“Are you fucking serious?!” You hollered and Namjoon looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening when he saw your face.

“Y/N, wait,” he apologized, wrapping the duvet around the lower half of his body as he moved from on top of the girl. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh yeah?” You laughed sarcastically. “Because it looks like you’re fucking some whore in our bed!”

“I’m not a whore,” the girl spoke up and your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. You moved further into the room and you felt your heart break into two when you realized exactly who Namjoon had been fucking.

“Hello Y/N-ah,” Ahn Hyejin smirked and you shook your head as the overwhelming sense of deja-vu almost became too much for you to handle. “Missed me?”

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marvelousimagines · 4 years

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My Hero

Sara Lance x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,094

Summary:

Warnings: Angsty(ish)

The beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing that soothes her. The constant sound was the only thing that kept her from going feral. It was the sound of hope to her, and to everyone else that was within the room. It was the only sound that broke the silence of the room.

For it was the only sound that needed to be heard. The only thing that was worth listening to, because Sara didn’t want to hear anything else. Only one thing rose above the want, the need, to listen to the heart monitor and that was the need to hear your voice.

Hear the sweet laugh that always escaped from your mouth as Nate goofed off with you.

Hear the loving lilt in your tone when you spoke to her. Hear the voice that made Sara’s heart warm at the mere sound. That made her feel like everything was going to be okay.

A voice that always filled the silence with its light. Pushing the darkness away by its very presence. Now, without it, there was nothing but shadows in the corner of her vision. Nothing but the promise of death and destruction to come if she didn’t hear it soon.

She didn’t know what she would do if she lost you too.

Closing her eyes Sara tried to even out her breathing, but the moment her eyes slipped shut she was plagued by images of hit still form. Of the events that transpired to cause you to be in this situation to begin with.

———

It was a routine mission for the Legends. Problems had been arising in 18th Century London. As William Shakespeare had returned and was causing way too much fuss in the locals. Not only changing the stories and literary arts that came out of that period, but people’s faith in the crown and the way London has “devolved”.

Truth be told Sara had wanted to put off the mission for as long as possible. It being only a level two anachronism. She had much rather stayed in bed with you than deal with the antics of Shakespeare and his need to speak, but the Time Bureau had put their foot down.

Rubbing her temples to stem an oncoming migraine, Sara turns to her team with a grin. “Alright Legends, you all know the drill at this point. Grab Shakespeare before he can cause any more problems and I wouldn’t be adverse to you gagging him as well.” Her grin turns into a smirk. “Actually I’ll give you extra brownie points if you do.”

“Did someone say brownies?” A soft voice asks from behind her that causes Sara’s heart to melt. Turning Sara meets your sparkling gaze. A warm smile curling your lips into an expression of pure affection.

An expression that Sara was sure her face mirrored.

Moving to stand in front of you, Sara wraps her arms loosely around your waist. Pulling you into her, she nuzzles your cheek with her nose. Blue eyes glowing with adoration. “Points, babe, brownie points. We’re not actually making brownies.” Seeing your pout immediately makes her rectify her statement, however. “But when we get back you and I can make brownies together, alright?”

A small smile is her only response, but it was all she needed. Stepping back, Sara turns to look at her team with a raised eyebrow. Her face taking on a sterner expression when she saw that we were still loitering about. “Well? Let’s kick some ass.”

Cheers erupt, causing a grin to appear on Sara’s face. Yeah this was going to be fun.

———

Bowing her head Sara tries to forget the events that transpired after that. Tries to forget the sight of your blood leaking from in between her fingers.

Tries to forget the sound of her screams when she saw that you had been hit.

Tries to forget the sound of the shot ringing out across the courtyard.

She tries to forget how still you were in her arms. Your normally expressive face blank. Skin turning ashen as the minutes ticked by.

She tries to forget the feeling of hopelessness that she felt as you were taken from her. The darkness welcoming her back like an old friend. Whispering that it was only a matter of time before her light was taken away. That she could have only ran for so long before it caught up again.

That no matter where she hid, no matter what she did, it would always come back. For a monster could only ever truly feel safe in the dark. It could hide itself away in the light, but it would never feel complete until it was able to shed that mask.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Sara brings her hand to run through her hair. Desperately trying to keep her thoughts at bay, but knowing the attempt was futile. No matter what she did she would always remember.

Always remember the mistake that caused her sun to be extinguished.

———

A hail of bullets reigned down around them. The gunfire like a symphony of destruction and the enraged shouts was its chorus. Sara could feel a smirk playing at the corner of her lips at the sound. She knew her team was giving the mercenaries a run for their money. Weaving in and out of the stone pillars that made up the courtyard.

Pressing her back into the rough stone archway, Sara strains her ears to pick up the sounds of approaching footsteps. Her brain quickly worked out who it was and if she needed to shoot them. Luckily she registered who it was and a relaxed smile took the place of her stern look.

Turning her gaze she meets your sparkling one. “How’s it going babe?”

“Fairly well,” you shrug, shifting the gun you had stolen off a fallen mercenary to your other hand. “Ray and Zari are taking care of Willy. While the others deal with what’s left of the mercenary gang.”

Smiling Sara nods as she sweeps her gaze over the still courtyard. Her body shifted from its crouched position as she moved out into the open space. Her staff pressed lightly into her thigh as she walked. She could feel that you were following closely behind her. You are always one to air on the side of caution when it comes to the two of you.

“Hey Cap!” The shout almost causes her to jump but she schools herself before she does. Instead she levels Nate with a withering glare as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, but we got all of the rogues. Shouldn’t be having any more problems.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Turning Sara surveys the rest of the yard. Her brow furrowed in thought as her eyes took in the untouched area. Something didn’t feel right, but she pushed the feeling down to her own paranoia. Bringing her gaze back to her team she could see their elated grins. Amaya and Zari are already whispering softly to one another. Nate and Ray laugh quietly at each other. Mick standing off to the side and being his usual sulky self. Everything seemed fine, and Sara wanted to believe that, if it wasn’t for the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Trudging her way towards her team she’s very much aware of your presence behind her. Your closeness soothing her in a way nothing else ever could. Allowing her shoulders to relax even more, Sara moves towards Ray wanting an update about the resident playwright.

Her attention shifting was all it took for hell to erupt.

Before Sara could blink the sound of a bullet ripping through the air shattered the relative silence of the yard. Your shrill cry of “No” accompanying it, and then her world was flipped upside down as she was thrown to the side.

Her body crashes against the dewy lawn, and her breath is knocked out of her. She could feel her mind trying to work out everything that had happened, and when it did she scrambled onto all fours. Her horrified gaze finding your still form on the ground. The green of the grass surrounding you quickly turns crimson.

She didn’t register anything but the need to get to you. To save you.

She didn’t hear the sounds of Mick chasing after the lone mercenary. Nor did she hear the sounds of Ray calling for Gideon. She doesn’t register anything but the sound of her own heart shattering.

Wrapping her arms around you Sara pulls you onto her lap. Frenzied breaths ghosting across your skin as she tilts her head to press her ear against your lips. Her fingers, meanwhile, press against your throat to find a sign. Anything.

Anything that meant that you were still breathing. That the growing stain of blood on your front didn't mean what she thought it meant.

What she knew it meant.

Shaking her head Sara could feel desperation start to work its way through her body. Fear worming into her heart like the leech it was, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight against it. Wasn’t sound enough to rationalize her actions, because all she could think of was the fact that you weren’t breathing.

All she could see was your face turning paler and paler by the second. You lips taking on a bluish sheen that only meant one thing.

All she could hear was the lack of a heartbeat underneath her ear when she laid her head against your chest.

All she could feel was your normally warm skin turning cold underneath her fingertips. Fingertips that were still pressed tightly against your throat. Fingertips that felt nothing underneath them.

Only the chilly iciness of death.

Sara knew she should be doing something to help you, but her body was frozen. Her brain locked down because it was forced with the stunning reality of losing you. Her surroundings melted away until there was nothing but the two of you. Causing her to forget everything and anything that didn’t have to consist of that.

So when she felt strong hands grabbing ahold of her Sara did the only thing natural to her, she fought. Her innate reaction was to protect you, and she wasn’t going to let you down. No matter how much she didn’t want to think about the fact that she already had.

Feeling you being yanked from her arms only heightens that.

A warm body soon pressed itself against her back. Another pair of hands grabbing hold of her struggling form. Two familiar scents washed over her as she twisted and turned. Rationally she knew that it was Nate and Mick holding onto her, and that Ray had been the one to take you away but she wasn’t thinking rationally.

All she could think about was the fact that they were the ones that took you from her.

“You need to sedate her. There’s no way we’re going to get anything done with her acting like that.” A soothing voice sounds and Sara immediately tensed. Her mind runs rampant with the thoughts flashing across it.

“Do you really think that’s necessary, Ray?” Another voice asks, one of the beings that were holding her. Her body only tensing more at the question posed.

A deep sigh was emitted before the soothing voice spoke once more. “I don’t like it anymore than you both do, but we all know how Sara can get when it comes to things like this. We also know that we wouldn’t be able to stop her if things got really bad. That’s not our captain right now. That’s a woman willing to do anything to get to the woman she loves.”

Only sighs came as a response, but Sara could tell that they had all come to an agreement about her. Something that Sara wasn’t partial to at all. Thrashing her body once more Sara could feel one of the sets of hands lose their grip on her, but before she could feel triumphant she felt a needle press itself into her neck.

A liquid being injected and causing even more fogginess in her already muddled brain. Feeling sleep coming like a freight train towards her, Sara feels her head land on the ground. A whispered voice sounding next to her ear.

“I’m sorry Cap.”

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Rubbing the sight of the injection on her neck, Sara glances at your still form once more. Her eyes trailing down the tubes in your arm. From your hand all the way up. Soon her eyes made it your chest where they stayed. Watching, transfixed, as it steadily rose up and down.

It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Something that she wouldn’t trade for anything.

Leaning back against her chair, Sara shifts as she tries to find a comfortable position. She knew it was for naught but it was something to keep her body active as she waited for you to wake up. The rest of the team had vacated the room after Gideon had told them you would be waking up soon.

As intrusive as the Legends were they knew when to step back, and they knew that this was one of those times. Even if they all wanted nothing more than to be there for you and Sara.

Signing Sara shifts her gaze back to the heart monitor. Watching as it goes up and down, something was quickly becoming her favorite pattern, a feeling of hope offsetting the darkness.

Hope that you would be okay.

Hope that she wasn’t going to lose you.

Dipping her head Sara runs a hand through her hair. A deep sigh leaving her mouth as her shoulders slump. Only to jump when a hand comes to rest soothingly on her left.

Straightening up Sara is met with the most beautiful sight ever, tied for your chest moving. Your beautiful eyes staring back at her with a look of adoration. A warm smile curling your lips.

Standing Sara presses her lips against yours. Needing to feel that contact with you once again. Needing to know that you were there, alive, and that she wasn’t losing her grasp on reality.

Though any reality you weren’t a part of wasn’t something she ever wanted to be a part of.

Feeling you respond only grounded her more. Pulling back she couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks. Something that caused your easy going smile to change into a worried frown.

“Hey,” you coo, bringing your hand to rest against her cheek. “What’s the matter? I didn’t think my breath smelt that bad.”

A choked laugh mixes with her son as Sara tries to process a response. “No, your breath smells fine. It’s just-“ She takes a deep breath. “I thought I lost you and I didn’t know what I would have done if I did. Especially since it was my fault.”

Your frown grows deeper at that. “What do you mean, babe? How was this your fault?”

Shaking her head Sara presses her forehead against yours. Needing to feel your skin against hers. To remind herself that you were warm. To forget the memory of feeling like ice. “I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I knew something was off but I didn’t do anything. I just shrugged it off and because of that I could have lost you. I should have known that something wasn’t right.”

A hand comes up to grip her chin and Sara’s gaze is soon leveled with your own. Your eyes imploring and warm as you stared at her. “Then by that same logic you should be blaming Ray too. Wasn’t he the one who told you everything was clear?” Sara nods in confirmation. “Then isn’t he just as much at fault as you? If not more because he told you something that was clearly untrue. So do you blame him?”

Pulling back Sara looks away a far off look on her face. “Of course not, Ray couldn’t have known that the man was there.”

“Exactly Sara.” You sit up to garner her attention. Your eyes never wavering from hers. “You couldn’t have known either, and I know you’re going to give me the bullshit excuse that you’re a trained assassin and you should know better. Everyone makes mistakes, babe, and that applies to you too. I know you think this is your fault but it’s not because accidents do happen.”

Shaking her head Sara’s frown only grows more. “This accident could have cost me everything. I should have trusted my instincts and checked the perimeter before allowing myself to be out in the open. It was stupid and I can never forgive myself for giving that bastard an opportunity to strike.”

“There is only so much you can do, Sara. At a certain point you have to realize that and I made a choice too. Don’t forget that either. I made the choice to push you out of the way. Knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to get out of the way in time, but that didn’t matter to me because I knew you were going to be alright.”

A beat of silence passes before Sara speaks. Her head dipped towards her chest. “I wouldn’t have been okay because I would have lost you.”

“And I wouldn’t have been okay because I would have let you get hurt,” you respond simply with a smile back on your face. Eyes crinkling with delight because of it. “We’re both self sacrificing idiots and that’s not going to change. So you need to stop beating yourself up about it, okay? Because I wouldn’t change a thing that happened, and I know that if the roles were reversed you would do the same thing.”

Sara lowers her gaze but doesn’t rebuke your statement, because she knows it’s true. Sighing she nods in agreement and acceptance of what you’re telling her. She knows that the guilt would never truly leave her but your words have helped, and knowing that you were going to be fine did too.

Breathing deeply Sara, once again, presses her forehead against yours. Her eyes closed as she did so. “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you.”

A warm chuckle escaped your lips, and was all that broke the silence between the two of you for a moment. Though when you did speak your voice was filled with mischief, even if it didn’t rise above a whisper. “Of course, after all you did promise me brownies.”

#sara lance x reader #sara x reader #white canary x reader #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow imagine #sara lance #dc tv show

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supernatural-fangirl1967 · 4 years

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Missing Pieces - Part 1

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Head injury, Bit of angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1,472

A/N: This is Part 1 of Missing Pieces. Please let me know what you think!

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You groan as the bright light hits your eyes as you try and open them. Your head is pounding and there’s a strong smell of disinfectant that’s making it worse. When everything finally focuses, you look over to see a man standing by your bed doing something to the I.V. in your arm. He sees you move and he looks over at you.

“You’re alive,” he smiles.

“Am I?” you ask him.

He chuckles as he looks at one of the monitors that you’re hooked up to. “Well, according to the heart monitor you’re alive,” he tells you. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a car has ran over me.”

“Well, that’s pretty accurate.”

Your eyes slide shut. “Please don’t tell me that I’ve been run over.”

He stops what he’s doing and looks down at you. “Don’t you remember what happened?”

“No,” you shake your head as you look up at him. “Who are you anyways?” If you didn’t know any better you’d say that he looks disappointed.

“Um, my name’s Dean Winchester,” he tells you. “I’m a nurse.”

“The scrubs kind of gave that away,” you smile.

Dean chuckles as he ducks his head a bit. “And you are (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “How did you…”

“Your chart kind of gave it away.”

You laugh a bit, wincing at the pain in your ribs.

“Easy, there,” Dean tells you. ”Nothing’s broken but you are going to be sore for a few days.”

You look up at him. “Do you know what happened to me?”

“Yeah,” Dean nods.

“Will you tell me?”

“I could,” Dean says, “but it would be better if you remember on your own.”

“So you could but won’t,” you tell him.

“Exactly,” Dean smiles. “What is the last thing that you remember?”

You take a deep breath. “I was at my parent’s house but somehow I don’t think that that’s right.”

“And why not?” Dean asks you softly.

“I feel like I haven’t seen my parents for a while,” you tell him. “I think that maybe they live out of town or something.” You look up at Dean with a scared expression on your face. “Why can’t I remember?”

Dean swallows hard. “You hurt your head pretty bad but you should know that there’s no brain damage or anything.”

“So I have amnesia?” you ask him. “When will it go away?”

“I wish that I could tell you that, (Y/N), but it acts different ways with different people,” Dean tells you. “Um, it would be good if you surrounded yourself with people who’re familiar to you, even if you don’t remember them right now,” Dean tells you. “Do you have anybody to call that could be with you?”

“I don’t know,” you breathe out as the tears well up in your eyes.

“Hey, you’ll be alright,” Dean tells you softly.

“I should have contacts in my phone, right?”

Dean gives you a look. “If your phone wasn’t crushed all to pieces.” You sigh as you hide your face in your hands. “Hey, better it than you,” Dean says as he reaches over to lay a hand onto your shoulder. “Alright, I have a few more patients that I have to take care of, but luckily my shift isn’t over for another three hours so you’ll probably get to see me a couple more times before I go.”

“Good,” you say and you smile up at Dean. He gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before letting go and walking on out of your room. When you hear Dean shut the door, you sigh and lean your head against the pillows. You might not be able to remember much of anything, but there’s one thing that you do know. This is the loneliest that you have felt.

It doesn’t get much lonelier than not being able to remember who you are, or who your friends and family are. Where you live. How to get ahold of anybody that could help you. Remembering bits and pieces of certain things but definitely not enough to put together the whole story.

Your head starts hurting so you shut your eyes and hope that maybe you’ll dream about something that will jog your memory a bit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You’re in a good mood,” Dean says as he walks into your room the next day.

“Yeah,” you smile.

Dean gives you a look. “Either something happened or you’re just really happy to see me.”

“Haha,” you roll your eyes a bit at him. “My parents have been here with me today.”

“Did it help anything?”

“Well, it didn’t really help me to remember anything recent, but it definitely helped me to not feel so helpless and alone,” you tell him truthfully.

“Good,” Dean says as he walks over to the bed and sets down the container that he was carrying. You sigh as you look over at it.

“Please tell me that I don’t see needles in that thing,” you tell him.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Dean smiles. “Bloodwork’s part of the routine around here.”

You sigh as you look over at your I.V. poked arm. “Isn’t this thing enough?”

“Maybe I can distract you,” Dean winks at you, causing you to blush.

“Do you flirt with all of the patients?” you ask him.

“Only the cutes ones,” Dean tells you as he takes your right arm and extends it out towards him. “Where are your parents now?”

“They went to get something to eat,” you reply. “There’s one thing that I can’t figure out though.”

“What’s that?” Dean asks you.

“If I couldn’t remember a number to call my parents, then how on earth did they find out that I was hurt?” you ask him. “They kept telling me that they were headed here to spend a week with me and when they couldn’t find me at home and couldn’t get ahold of me, they called the hospital and here I was. I don’t want to call them liars because how would I know, I can’t hardly remember my own name right now but for some odd reason, I don’t believe them.”

“Big pinch, sweetheart,” Dean says. You wince a bit as you feel the needle poke into your skin. “Maybe they’re telling the truth but you’re so confused that you don’t know what to believe right now.”

“Maybe,” you sigh.

“Or, maybe they want you remember it on your own like you’re supposed to,” Dean tells you.

“I do not like this game anymore,” you mumble. “I want to cheat.”

Dean chuckles ad he gingerly pulls the needle out of your arm. “Sometimes cheating can do more harm than good,” Dean tells you as he presses a piece of cotton to your arm and wraps it up. “Try to leave that on there for about ten minutes.”

“I just want to be able to remember something that isn’t old news,” you sigh.

“You’ll get there,” Dean assures you as he turns towards the trash can. When he takes his gloves off to throw them out you see something that you hadn’t noticed before.

“You’re married?” you ask him as you point towards the ring on his left hand. Dean looks down at it and a pain grimace crosses his face. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you tell him softly.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Dean says as he looks over at you. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “It’s just not something that I like to talk about.”

“Well, I promise you that I won’t bring it up anymore,” you smile sadly at him. “I do have to say this though, you are now mysterious to me and I think that that makes you even more attractive.”

Dean laughs loudly as he gives you a surprised look. “I can honestly say that I’ve never had a patient be so forward with me.”

You shrug your shoulders at him a bit. “I’m not typical.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I already got that memo,” Dean smirks. “But I have to say that you’re pretty mysterious yourself.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a mystery to even myself right now, so…”

Dean chuckles as he shakes his head a bit at you. “Alright, you’re all done for right now but you holler if you need anything.”

“Um, isn’t that what this button is for?” you ask him as you point to the red button on the remote.

“You know what I meant,” Dean smiles at you. “I have a feeling that you’re going to be a handful, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

“I’m going to try my very best, Mr. Winchester,” you grin.

Dean grins and he nods his head a bit at you as he turns to walk out of your room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”

“Okay,” you smile as Dean walks out of the room and pulls the door shut behind him.

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kombatgf-archive · 3 years

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❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞ for kabal! - vince :p

this prompt has been in my drafts for months and i still have more to go! @bebopboyfriend

words: 900ish

cw: medical descriptions & hospitals

After so many surgeries, you know what to expect. The freezing air of the hospital fails to phase you anymore. You begin to subconsciously wake yourself following the time of your next medicine dosage. You've become accustomed to guiding the IV stand in your direction when you need to use the restroom. The haze of anesthesia has gotten less intense now and in so many hours you'll be wheeled out to your ride home. Kabal knew this environment all too well, it was second nature to him by this point. Little surprised him anymore and it was difficult to decide if that made it anymore comforting to him.

The skin grafting surgeries happened first and were amongst the most painful ones he had experienced. They were also the surgeries that made him feel the most vulnerable. Kabal usually denied any visitors during these, even years into treatment. Then there reconstructive ones that eased mobility, and though they happened later, the cosmetic surgeries were the most important to him. The initial surgery that followed the accident had caused a minor conflict in his relationship. He was in no shape to call up Annie to inform her of his state, and Kano sure as hell wasn't going to go out of his way to tell her himself. She understood later, of course, that there would've been no way for him to contact her. Yet still it upset him to think of the hours she had spent frantic when he'd suddenly gone missing.

“Now open your eyes,” Annie directs him. She lays on her waist in the middle of their bed, legs sprawled off to the side while a hand props her torso up. Kabal sits against the pillows, a pink spa band in a bow-knot keeps his hair from his face while she applies different prescribed ointments and moisturizers to his skin.

“Eyes opened,” he announces. She swipes the last of the cream on his under eyes and holds the sides of his face in her hands. His fingers fidget together, noticing a small smile growing on her face amidst the silence.

“Done already?” Kabal teases to ease his rising nerves as she stared into his eyes. Perhaps in the past his cockiness would be nothing close to a facade, but things were much different now. It did pain him to know he could never bring back who he once was. Had he not already been in a relationship, he very well could've spent his life as a recluse.

“All done.” She gently planted a kiss to the corner of his lips. Expecting him to reciprocate, Annie pulled away when his face was simply unmoving. His expression was merely flat and it became obvious now that there was a lot of uneasy energy surrounding Kabal. His brows softened, as if he wished to apologize to her but simply couldn't.

“Hey... What's wrong?”

“You shouldn't have to do this,” he replied.

“Do what?”

“Take care of me.”

A confused expression takes ahold of her face. Annie leans away now to give him his space. It wasn't unlike him to have doubts about himself, it was very obvious that his ordeal took a toll on his self esteem. What did surprise her though, was the fact this was unprompted. The day had gone as usual; they followed through with their routine and were amid the end of it. It wasn't often she was caught off guard by Kabal. His feelings were either hidden so completely you'd never know they were there, or expressed so often you couldn't mistake them. There were no signs of anything troubling him until right now. Had there been any, she would've addressed it earlier.

“And if the roles were reversed you wouldn't do the same?”

Kabal doesn't want to hear it but deep down, somewhere, he knows it's completely the truth. Had Annie been in his spot he would be completely overbearing with his care, doing anything and everything he could for her and even then some.

“That's different,”

“No it's not. Where is this coming from, Kabal?”

“I don't know,” He sighs. “It's not fair to you.” Kabal pulls the headband off, being careful not to get any lotion on it before it's placed on the nightstand. His gaze is averted to his lap where his hands lay folded, and still he can feel the eyes of his partner fixated on him. Kabal can see her movement from the corner of his vision as she stands up from the bed.

“If you would feel better doing these things yourself then I can step back,” Annie says. She gathers all the different tubes of cream off of the bed and puts them away in their nightstand drawer.

“It's not that either.”

She moves to the side of the bed and rests her palms down on his shoulders. His gaze moves to look up into her eyes in return.

“I can't find the words.” Kabal's voice sounds more frustrated the longer he tries to explain himself to her. He leans into Annie, burying the side of his face into her abdomen. His arms wrap around the other's waist and her clothes wrinkle around his grip. She hugs him in return, one hand flat on his back and the other cradling his head that rest against her.

“I haven’t been hugged in years,” He mumbles.

“I think this was long overdue then.”

#i know you already read it in the server but i like to tag your blog the way youd be tagged off anon!#ship: hooked on you #fic

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