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hitomisuzuya · 7 months

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THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD AS A THOUGHT ON LOOP FOR WEEKS

Scara being a horror attraction worker, you and your friends are walking around the attraction and you can’t help but feel like the pretty masked indigo haired boy is fallowing you and scaring you and your friends on purpose, getting a little to close as he comes up behind you and drags his fake knife down your neck. Or maybe when he whispers how good your doing at not screaming when he witnesses you jump a bit from a sudden scare

When you end up dragged away or lured by him don’t be surprised if he takes you right there and then <33

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Semi public sex. Fingersucking. Degradation. Reader is written as afraid of dolls because I am. Chucky the doll scares the shit out of me.

I love requests like this. 😳 Roma is all better now 😌

Scaramouche loves his job. He got to scare the snot out of people on a nightly basis. And he was good at it. If a scream count existed, Scaramouche had the highest count.

You had his attention almost immediately. You had a target on your back when several other people he worked with tried to scare you and your friend, but all they got was a slight quiver.

You were the type that had to incredibly caught off guard to get scared. He was all but licking his lips at the challenge. And he couldn't even begin to explain how aroused it made him feel.

Scaramouche hadn't been able to have this much fun in awhile because people were just so predictable. You sure were interesting though. He needed to know what made you tick.

He started with the usual, jumping at you from behind things. However, he seemed to get a little closer to each time. He wasn't relentless. At least not at first.

Scaramouche got little jumps or quivers here and there from you. That only made him more determined.

Never once did you scream.

He got an interesting sight at the part where you would have to go through a room with motion sensor dolls. Your eyes got really wide, shaking your head at your friend. "No, I can't. I'll meet you outside the door of the next room." You backed up a little, your face pale.

Scaramouche's eyes were glued to you. You even started to shake a little. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you. This just wouldn't do.

He couldn't have something else scare you. He has to be the one to do it. However, that didn't mean he couldn't use the situation to get your attention somehow.

Stepping out from around the corner, Scaramouche drug the blade of his fake along the wall as he walked by, locking eyes with you as he passed. His boss was going kill him for this one.

You thought his eyes cut right into your soul.

He walked into the room and promptly skewered one of the dolls with his knife. "Your in the way," He said, letting it drop to the ground. He pointed the blade of the fake knife at you. He was coming for you.

Little did you know in more ways in one.

And Scaramouche more than had your attention now.

He ramped up his efforts more than ever. Getting closer still. Until he got the closest of all. You didn't even see him coming. And truthfully, you started looking for him to come and scare you. You were starting to anticipate his scares, and when they didn't come like you expected, it threw you off.

That was just what he wanted. Because only then could he get this close to you. Like a hunter closing in on his prey. And you were the innocent little lamb.

You gasped startled. But you didn't scream. And that made him want you more. You shivered when he pressed the blade of fake knife against your throat. "What a good girl you are. You didn't even scream," God, he wanted to grind his twitching cock against your backside. Up this close to you he could smell how good you smelt.

It sent him reeling.

Scaramouche had to have you.

All of you.

Scaramouche set up a perfect lure for you. One that would send you right in his direction. He took the time to go back into the office and grab a big poster board. On it he wrote: One of you must go one way and the other another. Only one of you may come out on the other side to meet in the same place. Abandon hope all yee who take these separate paths.

Drawing a few ghosts and bats on the sign to make it seem like it had been part of the attraction the whole time, he hung it up outside near the wooded part of the attraction.

When you saw the sign, you looked at your friend. "I guess I'll see you soon," You kissed your friend on the cheek and headed down the path Scaramouche hoped you would.

If you hadn't, he still would've found a way to work it in his favor. You stopped, looking around when you saw no indication of which way you should go. Then you heard a familiar voice.

"Psht, come this way," Scaramouche said, curling his index finger at you in a come hither motion. A shiver went up his spine when you without hesitation walked towards him.

"It's you. Have you been following me? And what with that doll earlier?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shrugging, Scaramouche suddenly looped his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush with his. "I had to get your attention. So I took away the threat. I couldn't think of a better way to do it."

He wanted you. And you, you wanted him to.

His breath fanned across your lips, hovering there for consent. However, his hands were already wandering along your body to test the waters.

Nodding, you tilted your head up and kissed him. He parted your lips with his tongue, finally getting taste you. It curled and glided with yours, guiding you backwards up against a tree.

Scaramouche's kiss stole the breath right from your lungs, his mouth swallowing your moan as he lifted you to pin you against the tree. You were melting into the kiss. Melting into him.

Pushing your skirt up, he groaned feeling how wet you were as his thumb found your clit, pressing a damp spot into the lacy fabric. You mewled into his mouth.

This boy, with his hypnotic eyes and dominating tongue were swallowing you whole. He chuckled at your reaction, biting at your lips as he pulled away. "Already so wet. What a little slut you are," He purred, shivering when you moaned loudly hearing his degradation.

Grinding needily against you, he batted your hands away impatiently when you tried unbuttoning his jeans. Bracing an arm around you, he peeled your panties off, wasting no tip pressing the head of his leaking cock against your clit.

You gasped in pleasure, grinding against it seeking the friction on your throbbing clit. He groaned from how hard his cock throbbed, stopping all motion for a moment just to tease you.

You wrapped your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair. His lips hungrily captured yours again, swallowing your gasp as he pushed his cock inside of you.

It felt just as felt as heavenly as he imagined, his cock stretching your walls apart as he bottomed out inside of you. "I'll help myself to making you scream now," He hissed, pulling out to the tip before abruptly thrusting into your cunt all at once.

Every thrust kissed deep into your sweet spot. If your legs weren't wrapped around him, your knees would've buckled. Putting his lips close to your ear, soaking in your cries of pleasure as they got louder, he said, "You are all mine now."

Your fingernails clawed into the back of his neck, making him shudder in bliss feeling the sting. "So loud," He grunted, his hips snapping into yours, "what a whore." He couldn't get enough of it.

Drinking in the haze of fucked out bliss clouding your eyes, he pressed you harder against the tree so he fuck his cock deeper inside of you. "Open your mouth, slut," He growled, pushing the tips of his fingers against your lips.

Scaramouche had beautiful fingers. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue curling around them as you sucked. Your cheeks flushed, eyes melting into a look of utter adoration as he pushed his fingers into your throat.

Moaning, you choked on his fingers. "Good girl, such subservience," He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, transfixed on the way drool pooled around them.

"So tight..fuck, I'm cumming," His thrusts turned sloppy, his cock ribboning cum inside of you. The warm feeling of him filling you full made you squirt all over his cock. He held you against him, cradling you as you trembled from your orgasm.

Scaramouche relentlessly fucked his cum inside of you, a white ring forming his cock. You clung to him, rocking your hips into his. He didn't stop until he was satisfied.

You mewled when he pulled out of you. Setting you down, you had to lean against him because your body felt limp from the intensity of your lovemaking.

"Your name? What's your name?" You asked, resting your forehead against his.

He nuzzled his forehead against yours. "Scaramouche," He scooped you up bridal style, and you didn't notice until he did that your panties were in his pocket. "Can't have any leaking out," He chuckled when he heard your shy squeak.

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crushmeeren · 8 months

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Warnings; Female Reader, Female Anatomy Used, Kissing, Pussy Eating, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex (Double Penetration 😏), Dirty Talk, Praising, Cream Pies! Generally just fluffy and smutty, my personal favorite combo.

Note; Well here it is, my Crowley/Reader/Aziraphae one shot. It’s written with a female bodied reader because I’m female and that’s what I know best. I loved writing this. Once again it became very long and I could not stop the train. Hope everyone who wanted this enjoys it.

AO3 Link; The Devils Hour😈

Word Count; 7.5k

If anyone would like me to write Gender Neutral or Male Reader One Shots, let me know! I would love to do that!☺️

It’s 3 am. You notice after glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock currently sitting on your nightstand. It’s the devils hour. Which is kind of funny considering you’re missing the actual demon that usually occupies part of the bed. It’s completely dark in your shared room, the only other light is from the moon peaking through the curtains, letting you see occasional shapes as you look around the room. You hear the sounds of cars driving down your road once in awhile, and you just hope it’s Crowley, pulling up in his Bentley, Queen music blaring.

You’re halfway laying on your belly and your right side, left leg bent and tucked up beside your waist as you reach out a hand to run it over the soft blanket on the side of the bed that Crowley usually sleeps on. Except right now it’s empty. The blanket feels cool to the touch and it’s unsettling. You grip the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white, before releasing it. The bed’s just too big and it teeters on the line of feeling wrong without Crowley there with you and the Angel.

You start to feel a tug in your chest at the familiar ache of missing the demon. The uncomfortable emotion settles in your heart heavily, sinking into your chest, almost like a lead balloon. It weighs you down and presses you into the mattress a little bit more than before. As you lay there contemplating your misery you hear the blanket rustle behind you and you’re reminded you still have your sweet Angel in the bed with you. It makes you feel a tad lighter.

“Angel,” you breathe out, feeling a warm, steady arm wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you closer. Aziraphale curls up against your back, shifting a knee to get between the soft skin of your thighs. Pillowy lips press a kiss into the back of your neck, over a knob in your spine, which he has access to since your hair’s pulled up into a bun.

“Is everything alright my dear? Why are you awake?” Aziraphale questions, voice quiet and raspy with sleep. You scoot back as much as you can into his embrace and rest your hand on the forearm that holds you.

“I miss Crowley, I thought he would be home by now,” you respond, voice thick with emotion, eyes stinging, threatening to fill with tears. You feel as if you’re being a bit over dramatic but who cares, you miss him. You would miss the Angel just the same if he were gone. You pull the soft blanket up over your shoulder, covering you both.

He brings his hand to the bottom of your large T-shirt. It’s some older, worn one Aziraphale never wears anymore. He wants to get closer to you and he slips that hand underneath, fingers rubbing the skin of your belly soothingly this time as he wraps his arm around you even tighter in comfort.

“I know my love, I miss him too. The old boy is alright. He’ll be home soon. He can’t stay away from us for long, you know that,” Aziraphale says, tone reassuring, nuzzling the back of your head gently. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it makes you shiver slightly, goosebumps erupting up your arms and legs. An involuntary pulse of arousal makes your pussy clench around nothing. You try to ignore it. Which of course doesn’t work.

“I know, I just, well it’s been awhile since we’ve all been in bed together. I miss being with both of you,” you say shyly, craving the intimacy and pleasure that comes with the three of you having sex together. Missing the way one of them stretches open your pussy as the other presses into your tight arse. The image flashes behind your eyelids and your cheeks burn as your entire body feels too hot. Your pussy clenches again and you squeeze your thighs around the Angels knee for some relief. Aziraphale feels the way you press your pretty little arse into his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch at the sensation.

“Darling,” Aziraphale starts to coo, “You’re missing our demon that badly huh?” he teases, fondly of course, raising up on one elbow to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan. The Angel hums against your neck. He lets his soft lips trail over your earlobe and whispers in your ear.

“Maybe I can help you feel a little better, my pretty little doll.” You breathe in sharply. You can definitely feel your own heartbeat in your pussy. Warmth pools in your lower belly instantly. The Angel presses his knee a little bit further and puts pressure against your aching clit. Just that little bit of contact feels so good, making your limbs tingle warmly. It makes you crave the loving he’s so gifted at giving.

“Please Angel.” Voice on edge, as you squeeze your bare thighs around the knee he has pushed against your pussy. You rock your hips, grinding your clit onto his knee a couple times, groaning softly. Aziraphale watches your movements, feeling your warm pussy rubbing against his bare leg through your panties, a slightly wet sensation. Your sweet noises reach his ears and his entire body flushes hotly, his cock jumping against your arse, filling out steadily. He can’t help but slip his knee free and roll you onto your back, eager to keep going.

You let him manhandle your body and your head ends up resting on a pillow. You look up at his pretty blue eyes. He bites his bottom lip and helps you bend your legs at the knee, placing your feet on the mattress. You only make one short sound of protest at the loss of his touch and he laughs brightly.

“There, there my love, I’ll be touching your pretty body again shortly,” he says, playfully as he makes his way closer between your thighs, pushing them wide open with his hands on your knees. He decides to shove off the fuzzy blanket that was covering the two of you, it had start to just pool around his waist. It gathers at the end of your bed.

You lick your lips and reach out for Aziraphale with a soft pout on your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him to you. His lips pull into an amused smile and he lets himself be pulled. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, gently relaxing his weight down onto you, and you both groan at the feeling of your chests pressing together. His body crushes you slightly and for some reason it turns you on even more. You can feel his warmth through both your shirts and it makes your nipples harden.

You yearn to kiss him, so you grip his shoulders and pull him down to your mouth. Aziraphales sweet, plump lips slotting against yours perfectly. The Angel makes you feel safe, loved, happy and your kiss conveys all of that. He tilts his head as he moves your lips together slowly, intimately. The kiss starts to feel like heated honey, the sweetness of it soothing some of the bitter ache you both feel missing Crowley.

You moan into his mouth and poke your tongue out to run it against his bottom lip. You hear him whine as he opens his mouth instantly letting you in. You twist your tongue with his for a moment just tasting him before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. You chomp down, biting it and releasing it with a wet sound. He moans low in his throat.

“Oh, you’re such a little tease aren’t you?” Aziraphale tickles your ribs softly as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a happy giggle, pushing at his hands without much force. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, melting under his touch in a puddle of warm goo. His hands trail down your sides to the bottom of your shirt. He grips the edge of it and sits back on his calves so he can pull it up and off of you. You sit up a little and let him strip you, tossing it to the side. The cool air hits your chest giving you goosebumps again. As you lay back again, his fingers have already slipped into the waistband of your panties. You let out an accidental laugh.

“You’re so eager Angel,” you say, teasing him. He looks at you and grins, giving you a wink. You bite your lip and tilt your head down to watch him. You decide to be proactive and lift your hips for him. He makes an approving noise as he tugs them down your legs, again tossing them aside carelessly. Aziraphale runs his hands appreciatively over your soft thighs and up your belly. You whimper at the feeling of his warm hands. He smiles at you lovingly and leans forward to nuzzle at the space between your breasts. You feel a sharp pinch, like being stung by a bee and you know he’s sucking a love bite into the skin there. You let out a yelp at the sensation of teeth as your hands shoot up to tangle into his soft, white curls.

“Oh! Oh-hah that feels so good Angel.” Whining as he shifts his head to the left, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Aziraphale wraps his lips around your perky bud and sucks harshly, tongue flicking up and down. A low moan vibrates in your chest and your back arches up into his touch. You’re starting to sweat as your thighs clench around his hips and he presses his pelvis down into your groin. His covered cock spreading the slick folds of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a pop and gasps sharply at the feeling of your warm pussy rubbing against him. He pushes his hips up, grinding against your clit, sending tingles of pleasure and relief up your spine.

“Azi,” you say, whining. You let the last syllable drag out. He knows you’re starting to feel it as you only use that nickname when you’re in bed.He snickers a little bit, moving his hips slowly, letting his cock drag continuously through your folds and against your clit. It’s soaking his briefs.

“Hmm? Is your pretty pussy feeling good my sweet girl?” he whispers, in a way that sounds like he’s teasing but it’s wrapped in a loving tone. Aziraphale doesn’t usually speak so filthily, at least not outside of the bedroom. He pushes through the embarrassment each time because it turns him on so much seeing your sweet reactions to his words.

“Yes! Yes, S’good Azi, want you inside Angel.” Crying out to him, you dig your nails into his forearms. Heavens, that really sets him off. He knows his cock is flushed and hard as steel. He can feel the throb of heated arousal in his groin and how his briefs are sticking lewdly to his leaking tip. He groans your name and leans down to kiss at your collarbone. The feeling makes your eyes flutter closed, tilting your jaw up as you lose yourself in him.

“Well, for hells sake, don’t you two just make the loveliest picture. Couldn’t wait for me to get home huh?” A smooth voice purrs from the open doorway of their room. You and Aziraphale immediately freeze in place at the sound of his voice, breaking apart as you shoot up to sit straight up in the bed and the Angel turns on his knees to face the demon. Crowley flips on the switch to the low light of their room, bathing them all in soft, warm light.

Both of your faces light up like the sun as you recognize the voice belonging to the red head and you’re both scrambling off the bed and shooting towards Crowley. Your foot almost getting caught in the blanket as you tumble off the bed. The demon laughs happily as the two of you wrap your arms around his waist, sandwiching him in between you and the Angel. You not caring you’re completely naked and Aziraphale not caring he’s sporting a raging boner that’s poking Crowley straight in the thigh.

“Miss me did we?” Crowley teases in a smooth voice, as he lets himself be squished, absolutely loving it. Sounding like a cat who doesn’t want to admit he wants affection. The two of them release him as they all smile happily.

“We missed you so much love, I didn’t think you’d be home tonight,” you say, voice full of love, excited now that you are all three together. Crowley slips his glasses off and walks to place them on the side table, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes.

“I wasn’t sure I’d be home tonight either but I couldn’t stand being away for much longer,” he replies, with a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s what Azi said too,” you comment offhandedly, in a joyful tone of voice. You move to sit on the edge of the bed and Aziraphale walks closer to Crowley, getting in his space. Crowleys eyebrows raise up at the nickname as he looks at you briefly before making eye contact with the smug looking Angel.

“Azi huh? Just how good was the Angel making you feel, you pretty little demon,” he says, with a smirk, knowing you only call the Angel that when you’re in bed, when you’re getting all needy and whiny. When you start to feel so good your words slur and you beg the Angel to pound you. Your cheeks turn a bright pink at his words. Aziraphale speaks before you can.

“Oh dear, I was just getting a little bit of a taste of our girl before you came home. I thought you’d enjoy a bit of a feast when you got here. I had a feeling you’d be home late like this…wanting a late night snack my love,” the Angel says, in a teasing voice, sounding ridiculously seductive. Crowley grins wickedly in return and leans down in Aziraphales face.

“You’re such a good Angel,” Crowley coos, as he leans closer and presses his lips against the Angels. Aziraphale sighs happily and wraps his arms around Crowleys neck, melting into the kiss as their lips move together sensually.

You wiggle where you sit on the edge of the bed, belly heating dangerously as the atmosphere between the three of you charges significantly. Crowley fitting seamlessly into the situation, like he was never even gone. Watching the two of them together is bewitching. The way their lips meet and move together with a slick noise. Crowley tugging Aziraphale forward by his hips. Seeing flashes of their tongues disappear in each others mouths. Your pussy throbs repeatedly and you can’t help but let out a whine, wanting their attention. They break from the kiss but not their position, still glued together. Both of them turning their heads to look at you, faces looking way too smug.

“Feeling left out my love? You’re such a needy little demon.” Teasing you, Aziraphale breaks away from his embrace with Crowley. He walks towards you and stops a few inches away from your spread thighs. You nod and bite your bottom lip. You maintain eye contact with Aziraphale as he hooks his thumbs into his briefs and slowly pushes them down his hips. You then watch as his cock bobs free when the waistband of his briefs catches on it. He pushes the underwear the rest of the way off. You can’t keep your eyes away from his pretty pink cock. Thick, but not too long. You reach out a hand to wrap your fingers around his dick but he grabs your wrist. “Not yet my dear. Let’s wait for Crowley okay?” he says, softly, eyes sparkling with amusement at your eagerness. Your lips turn into a small pout and you nod reluctantly as your eyes glance over to see what the demon is doing.

Crowley took advantage of you being distracted and had busied himself with shedding his clothes, leaving him in his briefs and black tee currently. You bite the inside of your lip while you run your eyes over his lanky figure. You notice the Angel so the same. Crowleys lips tug into a one sided smirk.

“Love,” the Angel calls out, gently, to get your attention. You look up at him once again. “Why don’t we get a better view of our gorgeous boy huh?” he says.

“What do you have in mind?” you question, curiously, wondering what’s running through the Angels brain. He pointedly says nothing as he gets on the bed next to you and crawls to the headboard. He props up a couple pillows against the frame and he turns to lay his back against them, letting his legs fall open as he plants his feet.

“Come sit in my lap love, let’s enjoy a show and watch Crowley get undressed,” Aziraphale says, with a sly smile. Your belly flips eagerly as you nod excitedly and quickly move up the bed. You turn around as well and sit in between his legs. You rest your back against his chest as you recline, you can feel his heart beating steadily. Aziraphale maneuvers you until each of your thighs are resting on the outside of his, spreading your legs and pussy open. He wraps his arms around your waist as you watch Crowley move to the end of the bed, standing by the edge. His eyes roam your spread body. As his serpent eyes make their way to your cunt, he licks his bottom lip, forked tongue flicking out, and he palms his dick through his underwear.

“C’mon Crowley, we wanna see you get naked,” you say, feeling amused. You feel the Angels soft breath on your neck as he chuckles. Crowleys head tilts back as he laughs.

“Eager for me?” he jokes. You both nod and Aziraphale squeezes your waist again and rests the side of his face against yours.

“Yes dear, we’ve missed seeing your body,” Aziraphale says, eagerly. Crowley wiggles his eyebrows and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and in one movement pulls it off, letting it drop on the ground. You both cheer softly. Crowley laughs and hooks his fingers into his waistband, lingering. “Doesn’t our dear boy look so..enticing?” The Angel whispers in your ear. You shiver and nod. The Angel trails one hand from your waist down your belly slowly. He brushes his fingers through the curly hair on your mound. Your heart rate picks up and you feel liquid heat in your belly as he softly places his pointer and middle finger on your clit. You inhale sharply, legs flexing around the outside of his thighs. Crowley watches the movements of his Angels hand and he bites his bottom lip. You see Crowleys cock fill out completely in his briefs as the Angel starts to rub slow, tiny circles into your clit. You feel Aziraphales cock start to harden again against your back. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you moan loudly as pleasure smolders through you, straining to keep your eyes open and on Crowley. “Ah, that’s a good girl, keep those pretty eyes on Crowley love,” Aziraphale praises, moving his fingers a little faster. You began to breathe a little heavier, wiggling slightly and Crowley can’t wait anymore. He pushes his briefs off and steps out of them.

You’re letting out soft sounds of pleasure and you reach out a hand for Crowley, making a grabby motion at him. He smiles and makes his way up to you both before sitting on his haunches. He grabs your hand and squeezes your fingers before letting your hand rest against your belly. He makes eye contact with Aziraphale briefly as you watch them have some sort of mental conversation, before Crowley smirks. The Angel slows his fingers down and you make a protesting noise. He stops and slips a finger up and down through your folds, covering it in slick before pulling it away. You cry out, whimpering his nickname. He giggles and whispers in your ear.

“What do you want my pretty little doll?” Shifting in place, you flex your open legs briefly.

“I- I want his mouth,” you mumble softly, eyes glued to the demons lips. You’d been thinking about Crowley eating you out for a week now. It being the star of many of your recent dreams. The other two snicker.

“I can’t hear you dear, can’t you speak up,” Aziraphale says, in a bit of a condescending tone, teasing you and kissing the side of your neck. You burn with embarrassment, but it just turns you on even more.

“Such a whiny little demon, can’t even tell us what she wants. Angel, I think she wants me to eat her pussy.” Crowley grins, letting his tongue flick out again. You feel the Angels dick twitch against your lower back at the words. He loves watching Crowley eat you out.

“Oh yeah?” he giggles. “Do you want Crowley to eat your pretty little pussy love?” You groan loudly, feeling so unbelievably turned on by the filth that leaves their mouths. Aziraphale holds onto your hips and makes a tsk sound, like he’s disappointed before he speaks. “Now my dear, use your words. Tell Crowley you want him to use his wicked mouth to eat your pussy.” Crowley rubs a hand soothingly up and down your thigh.

“Yeah sweetheart, tell me you hearts desire,” Crowley teases, trailing a finger down the crease between your wet heat and your thigh.

“Fuckk, Crowley please, I want you to eat my pussy,” you say with a whine, feeling too hot in your skin, legs tingling from where they’re stretched open. You hear Aziraphale inhale sharply as the words leave your mouth. Crowleys smile can only be described as hungry. He moves onto his belly in between your thighs in a way that can only be described as a slither. Your breath catches as his face gets close to your pussy.

“Good job sweetheart,” he says, breath fanning over your clit. Your hips twitch upwards involuntarily in response. Aziraphale rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down to enjoy the view. Crowley keeps eye contact with you both as he closes the distance and his tongue pokes out to slide between your folds and up to your clit. He licks stripes into your clit, swirling his tongue in a circle.

“Fuck! Crowley, oh god!” you choke out, moaning lowly as swirls his tongue leisurely. Your hands shoot out to tangle in his red hair, tugging tightly. His eyes flutter for a second and he moans against your pussy. You and Aziraphale watch the demon with undivided attention.

“Heavens, this is beautiful. You’re such a good girl, letting Crowley eat your pussy.” Aziraphale says, voice breathless. His arms tighten around your waist and you feel his dick throb. Crowley wraps his lips around your clit and sucks gently, flicking his forked tongue at the same time. Your thighs tense against Aziraphales, wanting to close around the demons head. Your eyes squeeze shut as your head falls back onto the Angels shoulder. A wail tears from your chest.

Crowley digs his nails into your thighs and he starts to make out with your pussy. He rolls your swollen clit over and over between his lips, using his tongue to help push you closer to the edge. Your slick and his saliva coating his lips. You can feel it drip down to your arse and onto the bed. You feel Aziraphales fingers grip your jaw, squeezing and tugging your chin so your head tilts down to watch Crowley.

“Eyes open, my dear. Be good,” Aziraphale coos. You start to pant and force your eyes open to watch the demon devour you. Crowley takes one hand off your thigh and brings it close to your pussy, dragging it through your folds as he sucks on your clit again. He rubs the flat of his tongue up and down your clit in a steady rhythm.You jolt in slight surprise as you feel a miraculously lube covered finger rub circles over your arse hole for a moment, trying to loosen you up.

“S-shit Crowley!” you say, shakily as his finger just glides into your hole smoothly all the way to his last knuckle. The demon sucks gently on your clit to help ease the ache. The Angel brings his hands up to grip your breasts, after letting go of your jaw.

“You think you can take both of us tonight my love?” Aziraphale asks, gently and noses at your jaw. You nod quickly, arse tightening around Crowleys finger and he pops off your pussy for a moment, starting to pump his finger and kissing your clit once more shortly.

“Oh, she likes that Angel,” Crowley purrs, before quickly pulling his finger back and adding a second. He presses them in gently past your rim, then all the way in. You moan at the familiar uncomfortable sensation of you arse stretching to fit his fingers, insides throbbing dully.

“I know she does,” the Angel giggles. Aziraphale brings one hand off your breasts back down to rub circles into your clit again, using the saliva left from Crowleys tongue to make his fingers move smoother. You cry out his name and your hands grip his forearms harshly.

“Azi! Yeah-yes, want you both, need you both at the same time!” The other two moan in unison.

“Fuck, okay, yes, let me stretch you a little bit more okay doll?” Crowley rumbles, Aziraphale moves his fingers a bit quicker on your clit and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tight heat squeezes Crowleys fingers. Aziraphale takes his fingers off your clit and grips your breasts again, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He sucks bites into your shoulder, letting you enjoy the feeling of Crowleys fingers in your arse. You sigh in relief, clit getting sensitive and moan at the feeling of fullness. The burning ache, dulling to a pleasurable tingle. The demon focuses on stretching you open for a few more moments. You feel your back start to stick to Aziraphales chest, feeling him nuzzle into the back of your neck, holding your waist again. The demon adds a third finger, spreading them in the process.

“Crowley,” you moan, softly.

“What is it my sweet little demon?” he asks, looking up at you.

“I’m ready, please, no more,” you say, breathily.

“You ready Angel?” Crowley asks Aziraphale, knowing the Angel is brimming with anticipation.

“Yes my dear, I want to be inside of her so badly,” he responds eagerly, thrusting his hips slightly, rubbing his dick up against your back. You feel the discomfort of Crowley slipping his fingers free and you whimper. Crowley sits up on his knees and smiles widely. You reach your hands up to grip his cheeks, pulling him forward into a kiss, realizing you hadn’t had the chance yet. He hums softly against your lips and you kiss sweetly, his lips feeling like coming home. It only lasts a brief moment, all three of you too worked up to wait longer. Aziraphale unwinds his arms, releasing your legs and sneaks out from behind you. He sits at your side and Crowley in front of you.

“Doll, how do you want us this time?” Crowley asks, caressing your cheek with his hand. You look between the two of them and your cheeks heat up. Aziraphale is a little bit thicker then Crowley, meaning he’ll stretch your arse out more, which could be uncomfortable. On the other hand you haven’t seen Crowley in a week and want to be face to face with him, feeling his dick stretch your pussy. They wait patiently for your answer. Each of them with a hand around their cocks, aching for relief.

“I think, I think I want Crowley to be in my pussy this time,” you say, as your blush travels to your chest, feeling a little guilty. Aziraphale notices the guilty look on your face and he leans close to press a kiss to your cheek. He leans back and looks into your eyes.

“Love, don’t feel guilty, there’s nothing to feel bad about. You know I love being inside of your tight little arse.” Grinning, he backs off again. You giggle lightly. Crowley smiles at you both and moves to lay on his back on the bed. He bends his knees and plants his feet.

“Well then pretty girl, come sit on my dick,” Crowley remarks, looking all too happy with himself. You roll your eyes playfully and move to straddle his lap. You feel the heat of the Angels chest on your back as he settles between Crowleys legs.

“Azi, will you help me?” Without turning your head you speak to Aziraphale and you watch Crowleys cock jump as you speak. You wink at him. He sticks his tongue out at you with a little hiss. Aziraphale moans into the skin of your shoulder.

“Heavens love, you’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside of you,” he replies, he grips your hips guiding you to lift onto your knees. You obey and stay still as one of his hands snakes under you to grab onto Crowleys leaking, hard cock. You both hear the demon let out a hiss. Aziraphale lines up Crowleys cock with your soaking pussy. Aziraphale teases you both by rubbing Crowleys tip through your folds, spreading them gently and you both whine, you dig your nails into the demons chest. You hear the Angel laugh before he lets the demons cock catch on your pussy and he tugs your hip, pulling you down onto Crowleys cock. When you start to feel the delicious stretch of the demon, Aziraphale stills your descent.

“Wait love.” Scooting back the Angel gets a better view of you two.

“Angel, c’mon stop teasing us, let me inside her pussy,” Crowley all but growls, you make a sound of agreement. Aziraphale laughs brightly, loving to torture you both a bit.

“I just want to be able to see that’s all dearest. You wouldn’t deny me the gorgeous view of you filling her up would you?” he says, voice teasing. Crowley just groans in response. Aziraphale presses a hand to your lower back, tilting you forward a little bit, exposing you more. He grips both of your arse cheeks and spreads them open. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You can let him fill you up now darling,” he says, squeezing both cheeks.

“How lovely of you to let us start having sex Azi,” you say, sarcastically. He hums in response, eyes glued to where you and Crowley connect. You let yourself sink down onto Crowleys cock, letting him stretch your pussy open blissfully. You and the demon cry out simultaneously as you bottom out, sitting fully in his lap. “Crowley, you feel so good, oh god.” Choking on a moan you brace more of your weight on him.

“For fucks sake sweetheart, your pussy always feels so good. You take me so well, yes just like that pretty little thing,” Crowley cooes. You hear the Angel behind you whimper softly at the sight. You feel Aziraphales hands grip your waist as he encourages you to start riding the demon.

“Azi, shit, shit, yes that feels so good,” you cry out, using your thighs to ride Crowley. Every time you move up and down you feel his warm cock drag against the walls of your pussy, creating friction so good you feel heated sparks shoot up through your spine. Crowley talks a big game but now a he’s a moaning, needy mess beneath you, fingers gripping your thighs tight. Aziraphale looks over your shoulder at Crowley as you ride him.

“Oh Crowley, such a pretty mess you make. Her pussy making you feel good dear boy?” he says, voice soothing. Crowley nods and lets out a groan from deep in his chest. All of a sudden there’s hands on your hips, yanking you down onto Crowleys cock, making you sit still in his lap. Your pussy clenches tight around Crowleys cock, and you gasp sharply. The demon curses in return. “My loves, I can not wait any longer. I need to be inside your sweet arse my doll, need to feel my cock caressing Crowleys,” he says, voice trembling, hands smoothing up your back.

“Yes, yes okay Azi, fill me up please, want you both.” Wiggling your hips in the Angels grasp.

“Are you ready dear?” Addressing Crowley quickly, he already has a hand pressing into the middle of your back, forcing you to bend more and you place your hands on either side on Crowleys head, staring into his snake eyes.

“Yes my Angel, please I want to feel you both,” Crowley answers, voice breathy, making steady eye contact with you. “You can do it my sweet little demon, you can take him, we’ve got you,” Crowley coos, framing your face with his hands. You whine and your eyes widen as you feel the head of the Angels thick cock press against your arse. He must’ve miracled more lube onto his cock, because the tip of his dick pops in past your rim easily. You choke on an inhale feeling a flash of stinging pain as he lets you adjust and he rubs your lower back lovingly, while he tries to keep still. Your arse so tight and warm. So slick it’s almost already too overwhelming for him. You let out a strangled whimper, already feeling the burning ache turn up a notch. The two of them whisper sweet nothings to you and massage whatever skin their hands can reach as you take deep breaths.

“Azi, please, move, fuck me,” you almost sob. The sensation pushing the edge of too much.

“Yes dear, doing such a good job, look so pretty taking both of us.” Aziraphale babbles, whispering sweet praises as he slowly fills your arse all the way up, balls pressing against your skin. He waits only a few seconds before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward again smoothly. Aziraphale starts to find a steady rhythm and the pain starts to fade into immense pleasure, making you sigh with relief. Crowley lets out a sound that must’ve been punched out of him as he feels Aziraphales cock start to drag against his through your slick and warm walls.

“Fuck! Angel, your cock feels so good against mine, hah, she’s so damn tight.” Crowley feels white hot pleasure crash over him in waves and his toes curl as he tries to thrust upwards to match a somewhat steady pace with the Angel. Aziraphales head falls back as he lets out a throaty moan.

“Heavens Crowley, you do feel unbelievable.” As they both start to move your arms give out. The sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming to say the very least. You have to rest your chest against Crowleys and bury your face in his neck. You cry out repeatedly into his skin, letting out little ah’s as they pleasure you. You hold onto the sheets by the demons head with a death grip. He murmurs your name lowly in your ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking us like I knew could. Your pussy is unbelievable, you love this don’t you sweetheart,” he says, hushed and quiet in your ear. You’re so blissed out you can’t respond right now, just writhing in his hold, trying to gulp down air. Crowley grips your arse tightly while Aziraphale keeps his hands on your hips. Both of them pulling and pushing in and out of you, filling you over and over. They stretch you to your limits as they both move a bit faster, finding a faster rhythm now. Never leaving you without one of their cocks filling you up.

You all listen to the wet smacking sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin lewdly. Aziraphales hooded eyes meet Crowleys and they interlace their fingers together on the left side of your hip, fucking into you almost roughly now. Your belly tightens dangerously, heat warring in your stomach. Your pussy starts to flutter around Crowleys cock and you know Aziraphale can feel it in your arse too. You get the strange pressure in your pelvis that signals you might squirt and your heart races.

“Crowley,” you whine, words pressing against his neck.

“I know sweet girl, I know, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” The demon soothes you while pressing a kiss the the side of your head. He pants in your ear as he works to keep up the rhythm Aziraphale set. Aziraphale’s been listening to the demon whisper into your ear and he bites the inside of his cheek, his heart warming at the sight of the two of you. It makes his cock throb as he locks eyes with Crowley.

“She’s gonna cum Angel,” Crowley warns, Aziraphale taking the chance to brace one hand on your upper back, pushing you down into Crowleys chest. He’s still holding Crowleys hand. He breathes heavily as he moves his hips, fucking into your sweet spot through you arse in long, fast strokes.

“I know my love,” he breaks off, groaning. “I-I’m afraid I’m getting close as well. Her arse is just too tight and with the way you feel against me, I won’t last much longer,” he says, whiny edge to his voice. Crowley nods and wraps his free arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.

“I’ve been trying not to c-cum this whole time,” Crowley replies, breathless laughter ringing out as he fucks up into you harder. Just like that you wrap your arms around the demons neck, wanting to be even closer to him as the coil in your belly releases. The unbearably warm pleasure of your orgasm gushes through your limbs, feeling like warm caramel. Your body tenses as you sob into Crowleys neck. Your pussy and your arse clenching suffocatingly so around the cocks currently working you through your climax.

“Oh, oh, hah, so good, pretty girl, doing such a good job, making me cum with your sweet arse,” the Angel spews, words spilling out of him, unable to stop. His hips stutter before he’s pressed all the way in, balls tightening and he starts to cum, filling your arse with sticky, warm release.

Crowleys able to watch as the Angels face twists with pleasure, eyebrows scrunching and his mouth falling open into an o shape. Cheeks flushed pink as his eyes fall shut. He squeezes the demons fingers and your arse with the other hand.

“You’re both so pretty when you cum, fucks sake, it’s not fair,” Crowleys whines, moving his hips harder as Aziraphale holds you still. You’re only able to relax for a few seconds before they hear you suddenly gasp.

“Azi, Crowley! I’m gonna squirt!” You cry out, tone frantic, feeling panicked as you cum for a second time. You squeeze around them both. Aziraphale cries out at the overstimulation and Crowley throws his head back onto the pillow and moans through his teeth. Your body trembles and you hang onto Crowleys shoulders for dear life and pleasure sparks through you again, only this time the pressure in your pelvis releases and you feel yourself squirt all over the demons belly and pelvis, Aziraphale can feel it on his balls, making him shiver. You let out a muffled scream into Crowleys shoulder.

The feeling of you squirting and watching the Angels face as he cums, it shoves Crowley off the edge. Not push, it brutally shoves him. He lets go of Aziraphales hand and presses his palm to the back of your head, tucking your face into his neck as he starts to cum. His other arm squeezes your waist even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit.” Crowley cries out, cumming hard. Harder than he expected and he swears his vision whites out and his ears start ringing as he lazily thrusts his hips upwards. He feels like he’s been bathed in sunlight, blood buzzing. Aziraphale groans through his teeth as he feels Crowleys warm cum through the thin layer separating them, the demons dick throbbing in your pussy.

Your body shakes from the overstimulation where you lay on Crowleys chest. You all take deep breaths as you feel the Angels sweaty forehead on your back. After giving everyone a moment to return to their bodies, Aziraphale pulls out first. He does so slowly, knowing him being in your arse is a big cause of the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling. You whimper softly as his softening dick slips out of you and he flops down on one side of Crowley. You twist your head to look into his blue eyes as Crowley releases you from his iron grip.

“Are you alright my sweet doll?” Aziraphale prods gently, brushing hair off your forehead, as he noticed some of your hair falling out of the bun you put it in earlier. You nod your head.

“Yes, yeah I’m okay, I just feel exhausted.” You smile goofily. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips. You hum appreciatively and kiss him in return briefly. You two share a sweet, loving look. You lean back a little so you can look into Crowleys eyes, wanting to check on him.

His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are closed. You and Aziraphale glance at one another and you giggle. Aziraphale props himself up on one elbow to see the demons face. You lean down to kiss each one of Crowleys cheeks and he mumbles incoherently before opening his eyes. “Are you back in the land of living Crowley?” You ask teasingly as you brush your noses together in an intimate gesture, giving the demon butterflies.

“Barely,” he responds with one word, making you and the Angel laugh. Crowley grips the bottoms of your thighs and pulls you up his waist a little bit, letting his cock slip out of you. You wiggle uncomfortably as you feel their releases now start to drip out of both your holes. Not to mention the mess you made of Crowleys belly.

“Can one of you miracle away this mess please?” you request.

“I’ve got it my love,” Aziraphale responds, voice sweet and he waves his hand once, making the mess you all created disappear. You all but purr against Crowleys chest in return.

“Thanks Angel,” you say happily. “Should we make Crowley sleep in the middle tonight?” you ask Aziraphale, who hums thoughtfully in response. Crowley cuts in.

“No no, you two are like heaters, I’ll sweat to death if I sleep in the middle.” You slide off the demons chest and you lay on his other side, feeling sore all over.

“Nope too late, you’re sleeping in the middle, right Angel?” you ask, slipping an arm around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Aziraphale giggles. He sits up to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulls it up covering all three of you. Laying down he wraps his own arm around the demons waist as well, rubbing your forearm softly.

“Crowley you can’t say no, you’ve been gone all week dear. Give us this one thing.” The Angel replies, cheekily. Crowley turns his head to glare at Aziraphale who takes the chance to kiss him, pressing their lips together sweetly. Truthfully, Crowley really can’t say no to either of you.

“Fine! Fine, but only tonight,” Crowley relents, pulling away from the kiss. You use a finger to turn his head by his chin. You kiss the demon as well. Crowley moans softly at the feeling. You pull back and lock eyes with your Angel, who smiles at you both with a look that says he’s in love.

“Come here, kiss me sweet girl,” he whispers. You can’t help but lean over Crowley to kiss Aziraphale just as eagerly.

“Oi, oi! No kissing over me, I don’t have the energy for another round right now.” Crowley says, pouting. You and Aziraphale part, nuzzling noses for a second before each laying back down on your respective sides of Crowley. You all snuggle up closely.

“Welcome home Crowley, I love you both,” you whisper, happily as someone snaps their fingers and the light shuts off, blanketing you all in darkness. You feel the demons arm snake under you and curl around your waist and the Angel tangles your fingers together, letting them rest on Crowleys belly. They both whisper I love you in return. Your heart feels full as you no longer lay in an incomplete bed.

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ofaatuu · 1 year

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Similar, Tonowari x Poly!reader x Ronal

(not my gif!)

part 1 here, part 2 here !

warnings: none 👍🏽 maybe a little angst

Bold / blue words are spoken in Navi!

summary: you meet the Tsahik and Olo'ekytan of the metkayina clan and have similar features. They found you interesting and watch you from afar.

(Reminder this is Polynesian and polyamorous!)

taglist for similar! @zoexme @ellabellabus07 @yeosxxx @im-in-a-pansexual-panik @manumanulau @belos-simp69 @ratchetprime211 @tojisleftarm @sakuuo

You land in the reef clan and jump into the sand, but today you are in your Avatar. You still have all your tattoos and such. But it feels so weird. You haven’t entered your avatar in awhile. You walk to jake’s marui, bouncing a little on the walkway

You enter and greet them “Hi Jake! Hi Neytiri! Hi kids!” You greet them and sit down “Hey y/n, I can’t believe you’re in your avatar! It’s been years.” Jake says surprised. You nod, you just didn’t want to feel small compared to them anymore. “Yup.. Don’t you still think it’s weird they gave me a reef Navi because I’m Polynesian?” You say still offended because that’s honestly not cool. “I think it’s funny. I’m still trying to figure out what Polynesian is. But hey atleast you fit in with them! You still have your tattoos.” He pokes at your arm and leg as you scoff “typical white man.” You hear someone enter the Marui and feel eyes burning into your head, you then hear a familiar hiss “Who is this?” You hear Ronal hiss at Jake as he explains who i am.

You turn around to face them and see their face soften for a bit then tightens. “Ronal it’s me. Y/n” she gasps “Sky demon?” She reaches up to touch your Navi features. “But you are metkayina?�� She looks at you with widen eyes then turns around to tonowari who is already looking at her. They speak through their eyes and say goodbye. You turn around and look at Jake and Neytiri. “Can I just crash here tonight?” You don’t want to go back to lab because they would be pestering you with questions. “Yes. but you reek. You must go to the pond and rinse off. I will get a tweng from the Tsahik.” Neytiri says laughs as you roll your eyes and follow her out.

You reach the pond and strip from your t-shirt and shorts and dive in. You sit there waiting for Neytiri to bring your so called tweng for you to change into.

after your shower you hear some rustling in the bushes and out comes Ronal and Tonowari. “Oh..” you cover yourself and your cheeks flush in dark blue. You then reach out for the tweng and stand up “thank you.. I am going to change now.” They nod but do not move. Well thats new. You end up just moving backwards a bit and changing, you never leaving their site. “Thank you for the clothing.” You sign the I see you and start walking away but tonowari grabs your hand and whispers close to your face, “Come to our marui with your belongings. You are sleeping in our marui.” He looks at you tense. A shiver runs down your spine and you hesitate to answer but you just nod. Rushing you enter Jakes marui and tell him everything. “Holy shit! Do you think they like you? I mean they always had their eye on you but I thought it was because you’re human!” He rambled off as you hurry to grab your shit. “I don’t even know jake, but I trust them.” You say goodbye and walk towards the marui. Tonowari comes out from behind you and slips an arm around your waist. “come.” He says. “I will bring you to our home.” You walk with him tense as fuck because his damn buff ass arm is around your waist. You walk in and see Ronal and smile nervously. She smiles and pats the sleeping mat. “Come. We welcome you.” They seat you down and also give you very pretty Navi jewelry. Isn’t this a way of courting? I’ll ask Jake or norm. Right now I just need to focus on what’s happening in front of me..

god I fell. Hard.

#ronal #jake sully #norm spellman #tonowari x reader #tonowari #tonowari x reader x ronal #avatar #atwow #x reader #jake sully angst #neytiri #avatar way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar twow

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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since haechan’s hair is getting long again (i’m a sucker for long hair haechan), can i ask for a drabble where his s/o is asking him to keep his hair longer for a while because they like it so much when his hair is longer (and maybe make it suggestive slash a little smutty at the end hehe) thank you so much 🫡

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, suggestive, established relationship

warnings. post sex conversations, indications of oral receiving (f) towards the end, videography during sex

notes. ask and you shall receive,,, i love when haechan grows his hair out a bit I TOO AM A SUCKER FOR LONG HAIR HAECHAN

your small fingers compared to his are raking softly through his dark brown locks, your nails grazing his scalp that make his eyes flutter shut. if he kept his eyes closed longer, he could fall asleep just like this. haechan has found his serenity in you as his human pillow. his head is nuzzled in the crook of your neck and his arms are loosely wrapped around your bare waist. he doesn't want to fall asleep, not yet, though the steadiness of your heartbeat is lulling him, he fights back against the drowsiness feeling from previous intimate events that took place twenty minutes ago.

"haechan," you whisper, not sure if he had fallen asleep. you wouldn't want to wake him. he had expressed to you before how his schedules have just been so packed and that he barely gets to rest properly.

he hums, with one arm that's underneath you he gently rubs the area of your side boob, an action that made you shiver but him also telling you he's listening and he is in fact, awake.

"don't cut your hair." you mumble, you comb through his hair with your fingers before pinching the ends with your thumb and index finger. pulling the length to see how much it's grown.

his head rises to stare at you with a grin. "why?"

your bottom lip pokes out as you think. "when you grow your hair out, you look really handsome. i like it."

he smiles, "really? then i won't cut it." he decides.

"just for awhile longer, i know some of your fans like you with short hair. i do too. but i love it this length."

he leans in to give you a quick peck. "you're my number one fan, i'll only listen to you." he buries his head in the crook of your neck once again.

he nuzzled the top of his head against your chin. "scratch my head again."

you do as he says.

"i also like how it looks when i pull it when you eat me out." haechan is just as shocked as you are from the words that left your mouth.

his head snaps up from it's nest, his eyes have slightly darkened but he's smirking wickedly.

"yeah?" you nod as a response.

"you like how i come back up with my hair all disheveled and my bangs are covering my eyes. . . my nose, lips and chin glistening from your juices? you like that?" he teases with his eyebrows raised, he unwraps his arms around you and uses them to hover over you.

your eyes glance from his lips down to his cock that has now hardened back up to his eyes.

"uh huh," you reply, wetting your lips.

haechan bites his lip as he stares down at you amusingly. "can i see how bad you like it?"

you nod eagerly. "should i take a video?" you breathed.

he chuckles lightly, "fuck babe." shaking his head before you pull him in for a kiss.

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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So I have a prompt if you're willing.

So like a bunch I've seen in the past, what if Loki has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to process his feelings. So he picks on her, pulls pranks on her, and just being kind of mean to her. But of course Loki doesn't see it that way. Instead of the reader standing up for herself or trying to beat him at his own game, she gets really down on herself. Being picked on reminds her of her bullies from highschool and all the bad feelings come back. She starts to isolate herself, grows quiet, and starts skipping things if she finds out Loki's going to be there. It isn't until Nat (or whoever) sets him right, that he realizes what he's been doing to her. Is it too late to save this could be relationship?

I would like a happy ending but plenty of angst. Feel free to say no if you don't want to. 💙🖤💚💜

Hiiiiiiiiii!!!! Sorry this took 500 years for me to get to!!!! But I'm here now and let's set this angstfest on its way!!!! Hehehe. Thank you so much for sending this to me!! I hope you enjoy!! 💚💚💚💚

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The Angel and the Fool

Pairing: Avenger Loki x female reader

Warnings: teasing, bullying, crying, depression, self deprecating thoughts, self esteem issues, body insecurities, loki being an idiot, nat being a good friend.

Summary: you and Loki had been friends for awhile, but recently his behavior towards you changed dramatically....

A/n: aaahhhh!!! This absolutely got away from me!! Lol sooooo it's a super long read, not sure how many words lol and a very very special Thank you to @mochie85 for all of your support and being my beta with this and and all your amazing thoughts!!!! Thank you!!!!! 💚💚💚 aaaand a new pic!!! 😁💚

You stood at the kitchen counter waiting for the world's slowest coffee machine to finish "all that money and stark can't even get a fast machine." You sighed leaning your elbow on the counter when you heard voices coming from the hallway "I told you brother, I was the one who broke up with her" Thor's voice boomed through the room like the thunder he was known for "whatever you say thor." Loki's smooth voice followed after. Looking up seeing the bane of your existence patting his brother on the shoulder as they walked into the kitchen. "Ah lady y/n, how are you?" Thor asked smiling as he reached into the cupboard grabbing a box of his pop tarts "I'm fine, how are you?" You asked as the coffee machine finally beeped signaling it was done.

"I am quite well thank you, we are headed to the training room." He said setting the box down next to you when you finally took stock of what they were wearing. Thor in his red shirt and black joggers when your eyes met Loki's, the smile on his face sending a shiver through you as your eyes traveled down seeing his tight black tank hugging every muscle he had. Biting you lip seeing his exposed arms, tracing the veins down to his long yet delicate fingers "your staring again darling." He purred snapping you out of your trance "sorry." You whispered grabbing the sugar bowl you began sweetening your coffee "I would be careful with that if I were you." Loki said making you look up at him "why is that?" You asked holding the spoon over your cup. "Well its just you mortals and sugar, i have heard it adds to the waistline does it not?" He asked smiling as his eyes traveled down your body.

"What..." you started when he raised his hand "I know it is not your fault, your weak mortal form cannot handle what we can." He said smiling again flexing his large pectoral muscles. Dropping the spoon you looked down at yourself, you knew you had put on a few pounds...being Pepper's assistant left Iittle time to make home cooked meals so a lot of your food was take out or on the run. You adjusted your belt feeling your eyes burn "you can always join us in the gym, i would be happy to...assist you." loki purred again. Looking up seeing he was still focused on your body "t..thanks but I..." you trailed off putting your cup in the sink

"I need to go, maybe I'll see you guys later." You said quickly leaving the room before he could say anything else. You made it to your office, flopping in your chair with a huff. "Does he think im fat?" You asked yourself straightening your back you looked down at your soft middle, poking it with your finger sighing. "Maybe a diet wouldn't be a bad idea." You said to yourself turning on your computer trying to get to work but Loki's words kept echoing in your head. You leaned back in your chair feeling a tear stream down your cheek. You had admittedly had a crush on the god practically since you were hired, and through your work with them you had grown closer to him, you could say you were friends. But the last few weeks he's seemed to go out of his way to point out every imperfection you had. You sighed closing your eyes deciding to go shopping after work to buy new clothes and a variety of green leafy things.

A few days later you once again stood in the kitchen placing various fruits and vegetables in a blender. Nat had told you about a smoothie that could help you lose weight when you saw Loki walking into the kitchen looking like be just rolled out of bed. His hair was a disheveled mess, the muscles of his bare chest flexing as he ran a hand through it "Hello little mortal, what are you up to now?" He asked walking to the fridge grabbing two bottles of water making your heart plummet "nothing." You said quietly continuing your work. "Mmm, and the change of wardrobe?" He asked gently tugging on the end of your overly large blouse "stop it." You snapped swatting his hand away hearing him laugh. "Did we wake up in a mood darling?" He asked taking a seat on the stool in front of you. "Dont you have a guest to get back to?" You sneered pointing at his second water bottle "She will be fine, this is much more entertaining." He smiled grabbing a strawberry from your pile taking a bite as he stared into your eyes.

You felt your heart sink at the confirmation, the familiar burning in your eyes returning "I'm not here to entertain you Loki." You growled when his bright emerald eyes met yours "but you do it oh so well." He purred biting into another strawberry. You sighed, closing your eyes fighting back the tears that were threatening to expose you when you heard a pair of heels clicking against the tile floor "there you are, you just left me alone." A woman's voice sounded through the room making your eyes shoot open, a tall thin redhead sauntered up to the counter placing a perfectly manicured hand on Loki's bicep "apologies, I became distracted." He said not taking his eyes off of you. "Oh, is she making us smoothies?" The woman asked excitedly as she took the seat next to him. "I do not know, are you y/n?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face as you placed the last of the ingredients in the blender

"well she's your assistant isn't she? Why else would she be here with you?" The woman laughed as you turned on the blender hoping to drown her out when you saw the lid of the blender begin to glow "what the..." you were cut off as the lid flew off and the entire contents of the blender shot out and all over your shirt, gasping as the cold liquid seeped through to your skin "oh dear...it seems you will need to change that hideous shirt." Loki's voice entered your consciousness as your eyes shot to his seeing him laughing with his "date". you grabbed a towel trying to get as much of the green concoction off you as you could, tears welling in your eyes "green really is your color darling" Loki purred making you sigh.

You threw the towel in the sink seeing the redhead pressed against his arm laughing when you looked at him, his eyes roaming your now drenched shirt "i...I need to go." You said quickly heading towards the hall when Nat walked in "y/n, what happened?" She asked seeing your ruined shirt "nothing, just..." you said looking over your shoulder seeing loki had turned still watching you "just a blender mishap, I'm fine." You said stepping around her when she grabbed your arm "y/n, are you ok?" She asked, her eyes boring into you. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You asked as nat glanced back into the kitchen seeing loki and the redhead "y/n.." She started when you pulled your arm free "I said im fine nat, i...I have to go pepper is waiting." You said quickly turning to the elevator before she could say anything else.

You stepped in pushing the button, as the doors closed you finally allowed the tears to fall. Any inkling of a hope you had for you and Loki had just been crushed under the reality of your life you would never be good enough. Your mind went back to the woman he was with, she could have been a model, an actress. You had to admit she was beautiful when your mind went back over the last few weeks with Loki, his constant comments about your weight, your clothes, the time you tried to add a little makeup to your routine hoping he would notice, but his reaction crushed you "aren't clowns supposed to be in the circus?" He had asked shaking his head. Every off handed comment, every slight against your appearance drudging memories long buried..."if you lost a few pounds maybe a guy would be interested"..."is face transplant surgery a thing? Because you need one."..."what guy in their right mind would go out with you." You made it to your office, thankful you kept an extra shirt in your desk for just in case situations you quickly changed, tossing the soiled shirt into your bag as you flopped down into your chair. "I thought we were atleast friends." You said to yourself wiping the tears from your cheeks when you heard a knock on your door

"Hey y/n, we have a meeting with the team, we gotta go." Pepper said smiling "is...is Loki going to be there?" You asked grabbing your pen and a pad of paper "yeah, it's an all hands meeting about the new protocols for missions." She said "umm, I'm really not feeling very well...can I skip this one?" You asked as she stepped in closing the door "what's wrong y/n?" She asked sitting across from you "nothing, I'm fine." You said looking down at your desk "I Just don't feel well, that's all." You said looking back up seeing her eyeing you "well ok, why don't you take the rest of the day off and I'll see you in the morning." She said standing back up. "Thank you Pepper, I really appreciate it." You said quickly gathering your things "you know you can talk to me right, if you need to?" She asked opening your door "yes, thank you but I'm fine." You said seeing her nod "ok, I'll see you tomorrow." She said walking out closing the door behind her.

You grabbed your bag, turning your lights off you locked the door to your office before heading downstairs hoping you could slip out undetected. You made it to the common room when a familiar voice sounded behind you "where are you off to little mortal? We have a meeting" Loki asked making you freeze "i...I'm not feeling well so I'm going home." You said not turning around "well do try to eat some vegetables, not that chocolate you like so much." He said hearing him take a step closer to you "you know what they say, it's goes straight to your thighs." He purred next to your ear making you look down "I have to go Loki." You said quickly walking to the nearest exit when you heard Thor "come brother, everyone is waiting." You turned to see Loki still looking at you as Thor patted his shoulder. Putting your head down you pushed the door open and headed for the car park. Throwing everything in the back you climbed in turning the key you looked down at yourself, sighing you put your car into gear and headed home, and away from Loki.

Loki's pov-

Loki quickly closed the door to his room and headed for the kitchen. Looking at his watch, smiling at the memory of when you gave it to him "there, now you won't be late anymore." You had said as you handed him the green velvet box, a large smile spread across your beautiful face as he opened it seeing the green iridescent face and gold hands ticking away, the black leather strap surrounding a tiny green pillow. He knew right then that his feelings for you went beyond comrodery, surpassing friendship into....something else, something he hadn't ever felt before. He quickened his pace knowing right now you would he in the kitchen messing with that odd machine that makes your coffee every morning. It had been two weeks since the incident with the smoothie and his conscience had been eating at him ever since.

He wanted more, he longed to hold you in his arms and never let you go but you always kept him at arms length, shying away when he attempted his usual method of flirting, but he couldn't resist the pull you had on him so he kept at it...kept pushing. But he knew that day in the kitchen he had gone too far, as much as he loved seeing you flustered and the things your drenched shirt did to him as it clung to your breasts he also saw the sadness in your eyes, the tears threatening to spill over as you stormed towards the hall. He was about to go after when he saw you talking to the widow, who shot him a glare that sent ice up his spine before you were gone again. He had hoped to catch you in the meeting, pull you aside and finally confess but you had fallen ill, leaving again before he had a chance.

Glancing at his watch again he began to jog down the hall, he had tried to catch you everyday since but you always evaded him, never staying in the kitchen too long and he wasn't allowed on the upper floors where your office was, some nonsense about his probation and secured areas when he made it to the kitchen, sighing seeing you standing there with Thor. He furrowed his eyebrows taking in your appearance, your clothes were baggier on your small frame then normal, your long beautiful hair that framed your face so perfectly was pulled back into a messy bun, dark circles encompassed your once bright eyes that now seemed distant, the sparkle that was there now dimmed. "This truly is an odd contraption." Thor's voice pulled him from his trance as he saw you smile but it didn't reach your eyes.

He took a small step in when your eyes shot up to his, your body going rigid as you stared at him "ah brother, lady y/n was showing me how she makes coffee." Thor said taking a sip from his cup "I must say it is quite good, you should try some." He said walking around to the other side of the island sitting on a stool "i...I have to go, you can show him Thor." You said quickly grabbing your cup you began walking to the elevator "y/n, may I..." he was silenced as you turned, the look in your eyes sending a shiver through him "I can't talk Loki, i...I have to get to work." You said, all emotion gone from your voice "but I...I just wanted to..." loki trailed off looking to his feet "I am sorry for the day in the kitchen, with the blender." He said fidgeting with his fingers "it's fine, don't worry about it." You said, the same coldness in your tone as he looked up at you "it's not the first time, and it won't be the last." You said taking a step back towards the elevator "but y/n..." he started when you held your hand up "I need to go." You said quickly turning and before he could say anything else you were gone.

He returned to the kitchen to see Thor staring at him "what was all that about?" He asked sipping his coffee "I need to speak with her but she had to go." Loki said setting the kettle on the stove. "Mm, well there is the party stark is throwing tonight, I'm sure the lady will be there, she goes to all of them." Thor said matter of factly "Thor, I never thought I would say this but you are a genuis." Loki said turning the stove off heading towards his room. The party, how could he forget the party! He thought as he walked in heading to his closet he pulled his black suit out, laying it on the bed going to his dresser he pulled out his black silk shirt and vest laying them next to his suit. "I will ask her to dance with me and then tell her." Loki said to himself grabbing a towel heading into the bathroom "tonight y/n, you will finally be mine." He said, smiling to himself as he turned the water on and began to prepare for tonight.

Straightening his suit he walked into the large overcrowded room. The music booming through the speakers made his head throb as he skirted his way through the throngs of people, looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of you as he made it to the bar. He looked up and down but saw no sign of you at all "what'll you have?" The bartender asked snapping him back "oh, um whiskey please." Loki said looking back out to the large crowd "maybe she isn't here yet?" He said to himself as the bartender set a glass of amber liquid in front of him. "Ah Loki, I wasn't sure you would be here." He heard next to him, turning his head to see none other then the widow taking a seat on one of the stools "yes well, I am here looking for someone." He said glancing back out "oh I'm sure you have no shortage of "dates." She airquoted making him raise an eyebrow at her. "What does that mean?" He asked leaning on the bar.

"Nothing, just rumors of your conquests have definitely traveled through the tower." She laughed making him sigh "Hmm yes, I have heard." He said looking out to the crowd again "do you think y/n is running late?" He asked making her raise her eyebrow this time "why so interested?" She asked crossing her arms "no reason, I was only curious." He shrugged sipping his drink "Mm, if i didnt know better i would say you were more then curious." Nat said as she turned ordering her drink "and what pray tell makes you think that?" He asked seeing her smile "I am going to tell you something I probably shouldn't, but needs to be said." Nat said grabbing her drink

"I know you and y/n are friends, well were until as of recently." She said sipping her drink "but I know a person in love when I see them, reading people is what I do." She said seeing Loki's eyes widen "see, what you need to try to understand about our y/n is she has a very large heart, she cares alot." Nat continued seeing loki nod "but shes been through alot, people have not treated her with the same kindness she gives. And what you said to her....and before you ask yes i know about all of it." She said quickly before he could interupt "honestly, it devastated her. The last two weeks she hasnt been herself, she wont talk to anyone, she refuses to go to meetings." She sighed shaking her head "all im saying is, if you dont feel the same about her just tell her, but stop messing with her, she doesn't deserve it." Nat snapped standing from her stool. "Have a nice evening Loki." She said making her way back into the crowd.

Loki mulled her words over in his head what have i done? He thought as he downed his drink and began heading to the exit when the same redheaded woman from that day found him "Hey handsome, care for a dance?" She purred rubbing his arm "no thank you, I must be going." He said walking around her "I thought maybe we could have another sleep over, get to know eachother better." She said grabbing his bicep "apologies but I'm afraid the answer is still no, I...I have met someone." He said seeing her nod "lucky girl." She smiled removing her hand "I'll see you around." She smiled walking back into the crowd as Loki let out the breath he was holding. Now he just had to find a way to get to you and talk to you, tell you everything once and for all and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

He continued walking through the crowd when he heard a familiar laugh, looking up seeing Thor on the balcony of the vip section, rolling his eyes seeing him swinging his precious hammer around when his eyes landed on you. "Y/n..." he sighed taking you in. Your hair was gently curled cascading down to your shoulders, the floor length powder blue dress hugged your beautiful body perfectly, the long slit landing at the middle of your thigh made his heart race as you shifted, exposing your supple skin. His hands clenching into fists thinking about how badly he wanted to run his hands up and down those beautiful legs as they were wrapped around him, squeezing him as he gave you everything he had...worshipping you exaclty how you deserved.

Shaking his head he adjusted his slacks that had suddenly become very tight as he pulled his phone out, dialing the number he wanted he looked up watching Thor set his hammer down before pulling out his own device "ah brother, where are you?" Thor asked looking around the room "Thor, may I have a word?" Loki asked as their eyes met "meet me at the bar." Loki said hanging up quickly heading back to the bar when a large hand landed on his shoulder "loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked leaning on the bar. "Brother, I have a favor to ask." Loki said looking back to the balcony, Thor following his gaze nodding "tell me what you need." Thor said seeing Loki smile.

You stood off to the side, wondering how you let nat talk you into coming tonight. You pulled at the dress that she had loaned you. It was too tight, the neckline definately too low as it traveled down between your breasts, the only thing holding it in place was the thin strip of material traveling behind your neck, and the slit was definitely too high. You felt exposed as you shifted on your feet trying to hold your breath. You watched Thor bow before walking down towards the bar. Looking around you bit your lip, the only reason you had agreed to come was because you knew Loki wouldn't be up here. "The vip section." You laughed to yourself seeing nat had rejoined wanda, Steve was laughing with bucky, the other agents you had seen on your floor mingling...they deserved to be here, they were heroes... they were beautiful and here you were, the ugly duckling among the swans. You looked down sucking in your stomach trying not to stretch the dress when a voice next to you made you jump.

"Well hello gorgeous, can I buy you a drink?" You turned your head seeing Matt, the agent who had the office next to yours smiling at you. "Oh...I have one, but thank you." You whispered watching his eyes travel down your body. "Hmm, well we could get out of here, I don't live too far." He winked smiling "um, no...thank you though." You offered a smile sipping your drink. "Women don't usually turn down a night with me, you sure you won't reconsider?" He asked again stepping into your space "t..thank you for the offer but yes I'm sure." You said taking a step back. Yes he was attractive, very much so but you barely knew him and there was no way you were gonna let him see you naked. You cleared your throat looking back out into the crowd when you heard him laugh "Ya know you clean up pretty nice, I was honestly surprised to see you had brushed your hair." He laughed sipping his drink. "I...um thanks?" You said looking down.

"you actually look kind of decent." He laughed again eyeing you. "Mm...it's like those movies where the ugly girl puts on a dress and makeup and suddenly she isn't AS ugly....that's what you remind me of." He said. You felt the familiar burning in your eyes, closing them as he went on "but you know what they say, put lipstick on a pig and it's still a pig." He laughed louder when a loud thump made your eyes shoot open, looking over seeing Matt pinned against the wall, Thor holding him by the throat "you will not to speak to her that way." Thor said sternly leaning down coming face to face with him "apologize...now." Thor growled as Matt's eyes widened. "I...I'm s...sorry." he choked out, his eyes not leaving the massive blonde "Thor...stop." you said grabbing his arm but there was no way you could make him budge when his eyes met yours, the anger that was there softening as he looked back at Matt

"you will never speak to her again, am I understood?" Thor said growled into Matt's face as he nodded "go, before I change my mind." Thor said tossing him to the floor watching him scurry away. "Thor?" You whispered when he turned back to you. "Are you alright my lady?" He asked stepping closer "yes, i...im ok. Thank you but you didn't have to do that." You said looking down. "He had no right to say those....horrible things to you y/n." He said as you shook your head "no he's...he was right, I don't belong here." You breathed looking up seeing Thor's eyes wide "what ever would make you think that?" He asked crossing his arms "don't play dumb Thor, you know as well as everyone else." You sighed looking out to everyone having fun

"they're strong, beautiful, they could take anyone in the room home with them." You said fidgeting with your glass "i...I'm not any of those things." You said feeling a tear slide down your cheek "i never will be, because no matter what I do I always be me...fat, ugly me." You sighed setting your drink down "I think im gonna head home for the night." You said looking to the floor as you walked around him "y/n, wait." He said grabbing your wrist "do you truly see yourself as such?" He asked making you laugh "it's what I've always been told. Even your brother has made it abundantly clear that I am...how did he put it...oh yes a clown that needed to join the circus." You said feeling a lump form in your throat "and you know the pathetic thing?" You asked finally looking up into his eyes "i...I love him...and I will never be good enough for him." You huffed a laugh remembering the day in the kitchen.

"Y/n, my brother is an idiot...a fool." Thor said taking a step closer to you. "You have to understand, when we were younger...on Asgard he had no shortage of attention, men and women would happily bend to his will, do anything he asked of them to be his...to be in his favor." Thor said looking down "and those who didn't he would break them down, make them feel less then to get what he wanted...regardless of how selfish it was." Thor continued, his hand sliding down to yours "and here...on Midgard it has been much the same, I was never lacking attention and i...I let it go to me head." Thor said looking up into your eyes "i?...what do you mean i?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows watching Thor shake his head "are you feeling ok Thor? Do you need to sit down?" You asked squeezing his hand "no! I'm not...i have wronged you, and how i treated you...." he snapped, trailing off looking around.

"Come with me." He said pulling you along behind him. Running to keep up with his long strides "Thor, where are we going?" You asked as he pulled you into a secluded corner away from everyone "if I didn't know better I'd think you were going to kill me." You laughed as he pressed your back against the wall "umm...Thor?" You stuttered when you saw him close his eyes, a green light washing over him when suddenly Loki was in his place "Loki!? What..." you were cut off by his hand gently covering your mouth "shh...I cannot be up here." He said lifting a finger to his lips. "I needed to speak with you and this was the only way." He whispered lowering his hand from your mouth

"what...why?" You whispered back as he placed his hands on your shoulders "y/n, is that truly where your feelings lie?" He asked, his hands slowly sliding down your bare arms "i...you...i know..." you trailed off, closing your eyes remembering what you just confessed to "thor" "Loki i..." He cut you off again by his finger pressed to your lips, his deep green eyes boring so deep into yours you were afraid they would consume you. You lifted your hand gently grabbing his wrist moving his hand "yes Loki...it was the truth." You whispered seeing tears well in his eyes. "I know you don't feel the same, I'm sorry I ruined our friendship its just...."

you were cut off again, all coherent thought leaving you as his lips pressing to yours, the hand you were holding reaching up to cup your cheek as the other slid around your side to your back pulling you closer to him. Gasping feeling his fingers touch the bare skin of your back when you felt his tongue slip between your parted lips, moaning into his mouth tasting the whiskey on lips as you returned the kiss, tilting your head as his hand slid to your hair holding you to him. The kiss was everything you had ever imagined and more. It was dominating and all consuming, and you never wanted it to end. Wrapping your arm around his middle you pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your nails digging into the back of his suit jacket when he pulled back slightly, nibbling your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead to yours, your breath mixing together as you tried to regain your composure.

"I...I owe you an apology y/n." He panted tightening his grip around your waist "I owe you so much more then that." He said lifting his head looking into your eyes "i...I don't understand Loki." You said searching his eyes for an answer. "Y/n, my sweet, beautiful little mortal i..." He trailed off looking down "I have never been the best at expressing my emotions, and in truth as a prince of Asgard i...i never took into account others feelings, i was selfish and took what i wanted however i wanted" He said looking back up at you "I know it is no excuse for how I have treated you, but after hearing that pathetic boy say those things to you." He growled "I see what I have done to you, how I've made you feel and I....I am ashamed of myself for everything I put you through." He said, a tear streaming down his cheek as he looked down again.

"The truth y/n is...that I love you, I have loved you for so long." He whispered "and I was afraid you would never feel the same for the would be invader of your realm, but I simply couldn't get enough of you...of your bright smile, your kindess, of your attentions, i craved it...so in my selfishness I teased and mocked, as I had done so many times before hoping to get even the slightest reaction...a smile, a snide remark...but I watched you slowly pull away from me, hiding yourself away in your office, the spark inside you slowly dying and i...y/n I can never apologize enough for my behavior." He said looking up, your heart breaking seeing the tears steaming down his cheeks. "D...do you think you could ever forgive me?" He asked, his voice shaking as his lip quivered. You lifted your hands, cupping his cheeks seeing his eyes close "Loki.." you whispered, your thumbs wiping the tears from his cheeks as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Please y/n, let me take you out...allow me to treat you as you deserve...to worship you as the goddess that you are." He whispered wrapping his fingers around your wrists. You smiled looking deeply into his eyes "all you had to do was ask." You said seeing him return the smile "oh my perfect, sweet y/n." He sighed gently placing a kiss on your lips before wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest, his large hand holding the back of your head as he rocked you back and forth. "I'm sorry...so so sorry." He whispered into your hair. "It's ok Loki, I forgive you." You said into his chest, squeezing his middle tightly. "What did I do to deserve you?" He asked kissing the top of your head.

"You made a mistake, but you learned from it." You said pulling back to look at him "and you apologized...who am I to hold a grudge?" You asked seeing him smile "you are truly an angel sent from the heavens." He said cupping your cheek "come, allow me to take you to dinner, where we can talk more privately." He said stepping back "ok, let me get my coat." You said as he wrapped his arm around your waist you walked through the room towards the exit, glancing over seeing nat you waved as she winked lifting her glass when you caught Loki mouthing something to her. "What did you say?" You asked as he smiled down at you "oh, I was thanking her." He said squeezing you tighter "for pointing out how much of an idiot I had been." He said grabbing the door holding it open for you "after you my angel." He said, making you blush as you walked past him, feeling his fingers twine with yours you squeezed, smiling to yourself and for the first time in a long time you had hope.....

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Inspired by their Ren hana fanfic where the reader was a stripper @6robotmonster6 go check them out.

Ren hana x Stripper soulmate au

(If your soulmate tries to injure you, it doesn’t work and instead the wound will close right back up as if nothing happened)

As you sat in the changing room, adjusting your costume and fixing your makeup, you could hear the other girls chattering around you about the new owner who had bought out the club recently as of last night alongside the loud bass blasting music outside the door.

“He’s a beast skin! A fox at that too.”

“I heard he’s apart of a human trafficking ring and does some live streams with the people he takes!”

“I heard he’s into some pretty twisted stuff…”

“Im going try and score with him. he gave the girls last night a generous tip. Just for a chat and a kiss! He’s definitely got some cash on him to share out.” Cut in ‘Angel’ putting down her makeup brush before standing up and stretching, throwing you a wink making kissing gestures.

She was one of the most booked dancer and was the old club owners favourite dancer considering her devilish personality. She was sly, always managing to twist the customers into giving her more money, you would consider her a friend if you weren’t constantly competing to get the most customers and money.

You look up at her, she never usually is enthusiastic about performing, so maybe this guy was a serious donor. “Have fun. I’m on the pole for awhile then I’m on the private rooms for an hour.” You chimed in before standing up and doing up your heels.

She turned back to you offering a quick wink. “Be careful alright? Your the new meat and that makes you naive.” She called laughing. “Says you! Your trying to score with a gang leader in human trafficking.” You rolled your eyes. Walking away.

As you walked in you couldn’t help but take a look at the people around the stage. Angel had already made her move and was sat under the arm of the new boss who seemed… very short. The only feature you could see that gave away the beast skin was his eyes and sharp claws that were caressing angels leg and his amber eyes keeping a close eye on her as if she was his prey. Around the both of them sat a circle of fancy, established business men. Many who had seemed to develop… excitement from angels appearance. You couldn’t help but shiver in disgust.

Walking towards the stages you couldn’t help but let your mind wonder. Many of the people who came to the clubs in the city did not have soulmates and were almost always soulmateless or had yet to meet the one they would call their own. It’s not like people actively search out their soulmate by hurting others.. right?

Just before you could reach the pole however to begin your performance, you heard the sound of a cry. “What the fuck is the matter with you?! my leg!” Angel had stood up swaying from left to right, her hand tightly over the flesh of her leg that had been ripped up by the man.

“Well isn’t that a shame.. I’m sure you can get that patched up!” The man smiled, licking his claws where the blood laid slowly dripping. You couldn’t help but shudder.A few girls had made their way over, two supporting Angel to help her into the back room to clean up. “Fuck you! Oh my god my leg how am I supposed to dance!” She cried out as weight was placed on her injured leg.

“Well aren’t you fiery! I’d be careful how you speak to me if you want to keep your life and job.” He chuckled slowly turning around to the now silent club. “isn’t this a great time to introduce myself! As many of you ladies and gents now know I am the new owner of this club.” He smiled and took off his hat pressing it to his chest. On his head laid two fox ears and a head of orange and silver hair.

His eyes traced over the girls before landing swiftly on you. He stood up making his way over to you before shaking an arm around your waist pulling you into his chest “Of course I won’t be running things like your old boss and there will be a few adjustments to the performances to suit the performances for my taste.. but I’m sure you dancers won’t mind as we both have in common our love for performances!” He smirked turning towards you.

You couldn’t help but blink. Did… did he want you to answer? Slowly a fake smile graced your face. “Of course sir we would be happy to do so for you.” You slowly tried to pull away from him, but his grip did not let up. “Huh.. you didn’t sound to enthusiastic sweetheart. I’ll give you another try.” His eyes has seemed to loose its twinkle and had taken on a predatory look.

“I.. Uhmm.. yes sir! We would be grateful for you to change the way it runs and would be happy to serve you!” You tried to smile wider but your nerves from his threat made if fall lopsided and your voice to gain an edge and start to shake.

He tutted, “you don’t sound to pleased, and here I had heard you were one of the best dancers and employees. I think I’ll have to let you go. I gave you a chance and you fucked it up.” His arm tightened around your waist as he raised his other hand up. You writhed and cried trying to escape his hold begging him. “ Please! I’ll do anything! Don’t do this-” his hand slashed over your stomach twice with his nails, creating multiple wounds. You screamed in agony falling to the floor. Oh god.. is this how you will die? In some dingy club on the floor after you couldn’t please your impatient owner? You could hear the girls screaming and the stunned audience whispering. Many of the goons in delight of the blood, some fancy business men in disgust from the lack of show.

“Well.. isn’t this is a twist for the night!” You heard him say. You looked up. You didn’t feel light headed Anymore.. you couldn’t feel your blood or guts spilling out. Slowly, looking at your stomach where the gashes had once laid, they were closed up. The blood still stained the carpet and your costume. But you weren’t bleeding out. You weren’t dead.

You felt two pairs of strong hands pull you up and place your arms behind your back.

He was watching you, a look mixed with love and obsession covered him face. “It seems as if I’ve found my other half.. don’t worry your all mine and you won’t be performing anymore.” His bloody claws reached up caressing your cheek slowly before he leaned in pressing a kiss to your forehead. You tried not to flinch as he pulled away, signalling the guards to take you out the door.

And as your pulled away you can hear the muffled barking off orders to round up all the dancers who witnessed the crime and to have them sent out and replaced by next week.

#Ren hana #Ren #boyfriend to death 2 #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #tpof #btd #soulmate au #Ren hana x Reader #Ren hana/Reader #fox price of flesh #fox x reader

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 11 months

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Your Pleasure is Mine (V for Vendetta)

Pairing: V for Vendetta x AFAB! Reader (no use of gendered pronouns/pet names, no use of Y/N)

Words: 5.2k

Warning(s): SMUT! Masturbation (Reader), Oral (reader receiving), thigh riding, fingering, vibrator, dildo/strap-on, squirting, overstimulation, V gets a pinch crazy (very very minimal), use of safeword (nothing bad, Reader just knows their limits uwu), blindfold, light choking, V keeps the mask ON (for the most part) fluffy aftercare.

A/N: I am so nervous to post this bc I havent written a reader insert in some time, havent written smut in FOREVER, and I havent watched V for Vendetta for awhile either BUT I REALLY WANTED TO GET THIS DONE. SO HERE. Also, I headcanon V to have almost his whole body burned so, the strap-on warning is not for peggin’, sorry for those who thought that haha. enjoy

Also this post is goin up on my birthday so its like a reward haha

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It was a quiet evening in the Shadow Gallery. You did some cleaning for your partner V, and now you were doing some light reading of a book he recommended a couple days ago. It was a short, but very sensual erotic story that was on the banned list of books by the Chancellor. The words and analogies were simply written yet read as beautiful. You could see why V would recommend it. The story was eerily similar to yours and his dynamic; a masked vigilante character and his lover. The vigilante comes to his lover later in the evening and from the worry, they make love.

You almost wondered if he had you reading this on purpose, but you both never made that step your relationship. You understood from all that he has told you, his body was badly burned and he never took off his clothes or disguises. You've only seen his hands and you've felt his lips against yours and your face, but he had you close your eyes for that. You respected that aspect of V, you loved him for him and not for any appearance reason (although you wouldn't deny his typical get up was a major turn on.) Did you have your urges? Sure, but you took care them yourself with tools V stole for you whenever he was out.

Time was lost on you as you kept getting absorb in the short story. You finished the novella with a satisfied huff at its ending and set it aside. You stand up from your's and his bed, stretching your limbs. You glance at the clock and furrowed your brows.

"When did it become almost 11:30pm?" You mumbled and make your way to the kitchen to get some water. It was an hour or so later than when V said he'd be home, an inkling of worry bloomed in your chest. Whenever he went out to stop fingermen or steal supplies he always returned home to you on time, sometimes earlier. What had kept him so late?

You took a sip of water, welcoming the coolness it brought to your slightly dry throat and mouth. You clicked off the light in the kitchen and walked back to the main area of the Shadow Gallery. You yelped and jumped at V suddenly appearing, still in his cape and hat. The water in the glass you held ended up all on the front of you.

"Shit V, you startled me. Usually you announce when you're back." You chuckled, using the back of your hand to wipe water off your chin.

"My apologies, my dear. There were more fingermen than expected." He quickly approached you. His gloved hand takes the glass from your hands, setting it on a nearby table. One of his hands rest at the base of your neck while the one found itself softly cupping your jaw. His thumb swiped away water droplets still on your chin before slowly dragging along your bottom lip. "How was your day, hmm?"

"Wasn't so bad. I cleaned and then read that one book you recommended." You leaned into his touch, taking in a deep breath. You felt a shiver down your spine when you felt his fingers by your neck tap against your skin. With the story fresh on your mind it seemed like your senses were heightened.

"Ah, The Night Unveiled." V tilted his head, his tone indicating he was smirking. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Mhm, but I couldn't help but wonder if you suggested it on purpose, V. A smut story of a masked vigilante and his lover?"

He chuckled. "An idea formed in my head some when I saw the book in my collection. I thought you would enjoy a truly good read and... and would like to try something with me."

"You simply could have asked, V, though I did enjoy the read. The author wrote well."

"It got you in the mood though, did it not?" He tilted his head again, moving his hands to the hem your shirt. He maneuvered them underneath your top to grip your hips. He pulled you flush against him, your hands immediately resting on his chest. "I felt how you reacted to my fingers near your neck."

"What made you want to take this step?"

"I have always wanted you in an intimate matter, but as you know, my body is..." His usually confident tone faltered, his words trailing off. "But, I thought about it and came up with a solution. Come with me, dear." He gently took hold of your hand and lead you down the familiar hallway to your bedroom. You also felt a rush of heat up the back of your neck and to your face at the thought of sex with your beloved partner, something you often fantasize about.

V opened the door and the two of you walk in. He turns to you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned forward, resting the mask's forehead against yours. You heard him take a deep breath and you couldn't help but mimic him.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, my dear, let me know. We shall learn as we go so please use the light system."

"Got it." You smiled and place a small peck to the lips of his mask. He chuckled pulling away from you.

"I'll be right back, stay here." You nod, watching as he ventured into the large closet for a few moments. He came back out holding two boxes, one you recognized. It held the few sex toys you had. You bit your bottom lip at the sight. You were definitely curious to what he has planned. You would be lying if you didn't feel the heat pooling between your legs. Subconsciously you crossed your legs while still standing, watching your partner set the boxes down at the foot of the bed before sitting down on the edge closer to the middle.

"Can you take off your shirt and shorts for me, my love?" His deep voice cut through your brief stupor. You nodded and gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric up and over your head. You let your top fall to the ground and your shorts quickly followed. All you were left in were your white panties. You felt embarrassment wash over you for just a moment as you stood before him. You had been nude in front of him before. V liked to have days were he'd dedicate his time into pampering you, which meant he often helped bathe you. Yet, for some reason, in this moment you felt like shying away.

You heard V take in a sharp breath of air.

"You look divine my dear, as if Aphrodite crafted you herself. Please, come here."

"If anyone else heard you bring up a Greek God like so Creedy would have your head." You chuckle and heard him laugh as well. Slowly, you walked forward until you were between his legs. His hands, still gloved, were back on your hips.

He slowly dragged them downwards, gliding down your thighs. You felt your body shiver at the contact and he next moved them upwards. You felt his hands get closer to your chest, your breath caught in your throat in anticipation. You bit on your bottom lip as his hands cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently. You let out a content sigh before a small moan escaped; the pad of his thumbs grazed over your perked nipples. V tilted his head at your soft noises and decided to fully cup your tits, kneading and squeezing them.

"Sit." He spoke a simple command. He maneuvered his knee and thigh between your legs. You complied, taking in a sharp breath as your covered heat now against his thick thigh. "Go on, my dear, get yourself off on me."

You nod in response, not trusting your voice. You lazily started rocking your hips, riding his thigh. Your lips parted at the feeling and your hands gripping his shoulders; his own were back on your hips. Soft mewls left your mouth as you grind down, keeping a steady slow pace.

"That's it, darling." You didn't know his voice could get lower and huskier. You felt his fingers press into your skin, gripping your hips tighter but he made no effort to control your movements. "Does that feel good, hmm?"

"Yes-ah..." Your breath came out in pants. You leaned yourself into him to get more pressure and movement focused on your clit. Your roll your hips down and your body twitches. You've found just the right angle. You move faster and and faster, the pleasure making you slowly lose yourself. Your noises leaving your lips were getting louder. You sucked in your bottom lip to try and suppress them, but you felt V's hands grip your hips harder. Your rhythm came to a stop as you moved to look at his mask. There was a very brief moment of dull pain in his grip before he let up.

"Keep going. Do not silence yourself." His words were firm but you could tell by his tone he was adoring you. "I want to hear everything. I want to see everything."

"Sorry-"

"Don't apologize either." He chuckled and tapped your right ass cheek, signaling for you to continue. You nod, leaning forward again as you grind your hips down on his strong thigh, hoping to find that sweet angle. You slid your arms around his neck, your bare chest pressed against him as you tried to find that sweet spot again. You feel him wrap his arms loosely around your hips while you moved.

You shifted your left him and moaned loudly right by his ear.

"Yes, my love." You felt his chest rumble against yours. "That is it. Are you close?"

"Yes, V. Oh my god, yes." Your fingers gripped the clothes on his back as you rolled your hips, your movements getting sloppy as you chased your orgasm. You could feel it creeping up on you, getting closer and closer. V's hands soon found themselves resting on each asscheek yet he still made no effort to control any of your movements. You felt the heat rush up your legs and your body twitches and stills, before you sag against V.

"Did that feel good?" You feel one of his hands rest on the back of your neck while the other softly stroked up and down your lower spine.

"Mmhmm..." You pant, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"What color are you at right now? I still have many more ideas-"

"Green, Love. I am doing just fine." You chuckle and sit up right, cupping the cheeks of his mask. "Although I have a feeling you will be focusing mostly on me tonight."

"And if I am?" There was playfulness in his tone, the hand at the nape of your neck gently applied pressure.

"I would feel a bit bad."

"Your pleasure is mine, my love. As I mentioned to you previously my body is not in the best state, but I find it enjoyable watching you get lost in pleasure. So please, do not feel bad. I will be enjoying everything." He turned his head to nuzzle his mask into the palm of your hand.

"What else you got in store for me?"

"I am glad you asked." There was a slight growl to his voice. He helped you off his thigh and had you stay at the bed. You watched with curiosity as he went to the corner of the room. Your masked lover dragged over the armchair back to the bed with ease before sitting down. "I would like to see what you do to yourself when I am away."

"Ah, that's why you grabbed my box." You smirked and he nodded. You reached over to your box, still eyeing the other one. You slowly flipped the lid opened and eyed your options. You glanced to V who was still watching you and glanced back at your toys. Biting your bottom lip, you pick up the small bullet vibrator.

You move to the headboard of your bed, back propped up by the plush pillows. You kept your eyes on V as you lifted your hips up to slide off your soaked panties. You spread your legs, your wet cunt on full display for him. You saw him straighten his posture at your actions which had you close to smirking.

You started slowly massaging one of your breasts as your lowered the off vibrator to your pussy. You sucked in a sharp breath as you slowly dragged it up and down, your legs twitching at it grazing over your sensitive clit. Your felt around on the toy with your finger before finally pressing the on botton, the vibrator coming life.

You moaned loudly at the vibration again your clit. Back arching, you stopped playing with your breast and immediately pushed to fingers into your wet hole. You desperately needed to feel filled up. The sounds of the vibrator, your fingers thrusting, and your moans filled the room.

"Ah-Fuck! V..." You almost whined saying his name. You repeatedly chanted his name as your fingered yourself. Your eyes never left his rigged form as he watched you intently. Your toes curled and you could feel another orgasm approaching. "I love you, V-"

Suddenly, V stood up from the chair and walked over to the foot of the bed. He quickly opened his box and grabbed a piece of dark fabric.

"Are you comfortable with being blindfolded?"

"Y-yes." You breathed, removing your fingers but keeping the vibrator against your clit. You lost the sensation of near relief, but knew you loving partner would bring it back. V immediately crawled onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. He carefully leaned in and placed a black, thick silky fabric over your eyes, tying it behind your head. You felt your nerves start to rise and you quickly turned off the vibrator to give yourself a moment to adjust.

"Make sure to tell me when your uncomfortable." His rich voice almost startled you now that you can't see him. "I figure this is your first time being blindfolded, would you like me to walk through what I am going to do?"

"That would be great." You smile, taking in a deep breath. You heard some ruffling comig in front of you and then felt the bed shift.

"I am going to touch your thigh." You noticed two things. One, his voice didn't sound muffled and two, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. You nearly jumped when you felt his scarred fingers gently stroke your inner thigh. "I am going to kiss you. I plan to leave marks there." There was a second pause until you felt his mouth gently kiss your thigh. Next thing you felt were his teeth nipping your skin. V started trailing kisses from what you felt. His mouth started near your knee and was getting closer to your heat.

"Mmm..." You practically feel his breath against your cunt.

"What color?"

"God, green." You couldn't contain your anticipation. He chuckled and slid an arm around to rest on your lower stomach. Your back arched when you felt his warm tongue swipe up your slit before he latched on to your clit.

"F-fuck, V!" You cried out. You wanted to reach down and press his face closer to your cunt but you kept your hands gripping the pillows. You knew he had both his mask and wig off, so you settled for jutting your hips. He chuckled and held you down with his arm.

"There, there." He mumbled, his tongue doing wonders your sensitive pussy. You felt him insert two fingers, they curled and hit the right spot, causing a pleased whimper escapes your lips at the feeling. He continued lapping your juices and gently suckling on your clit in all the right ways.

You're not sure how or why, but V was amazing at eating you out.

"H-how are you so good-Hng!" You whined, tossing your head back. That familiar warmth spread through your body, heat pulling in your stomach. He detatched himself from your pussy and while you couldn't see him, you knew he was smirking.

"I think it is both muscle memory from before Larkhill and from the many movies and books from the banned list I obtained." He hummed, the vibration of his voice felt so good. The blindfold had"Come on my tongue, darling."

"V..." You whimpered when he removed his fingers but then moaned as his tongue delve into your hole. His free fingers circled and played with your clit. "Fuck-fuck!" It felt like fireworks as your second orgasm hit. You threw your head back as you sputtered out a mixture of curse words and his name.

"Divine, darling. Absolutely divine." He moved away you to let you recover from your orgasm. "I am going to kiss you now." He didn't give you time to answer. His lips met yours in a bruising kiss, you could taste yourself. Unlike your gentler, more sensual kisses with V, this one was full of passion and lust. One of his hands rested on your neck and he applied a little pressure to the sides. Your thoughts were scrambled from your post-orgasm high, the hot kiss, and now his hand on your throat.

"Just a moment, dear." He pulled his face and hand away. You hear noises again and you assume he is putting his mask and wig on. A minute passes when he speaks again. "I am taking off the blindfold." You feel his hands trail up your neck and behind your head, untying the silky fabric.

"Ah, shit." You weakly laugh and wince at the light. Your eyes adjusted in time though and now you could see your lover staring down at you.

"You look stunning like this. Dazed from an orgasm on my tongue." He cupped your cheek with his hand and you immediately nuzzled into it. "One more thing, my dear. Are you up for it?"

"I think I have one more in me." You smiley blissfully.

"Good." He leaned forward and had his mask kiss your hairline before getting up. He opened his box again and you watched with half lidded eyes as he seemingly strapped something around his waist. He grabbed something else, what you swore was a dildo but then it was obscured by his body. "This looks quite silly." V laughed.

"Let me see." You giggled. Your lover turned around with his hands on hips and you had to cover your mouth to hide the grin. He was still fully clothed in front of you in his black get up but on his crotch was a realistic looking strap-on but it also was in a clear lavender color. You removed your hand and revealed your grin. "Yeah. It looks a little silly but I am very excited for what's in store."

"Good." V gave a curt nod and walked around the bed, sitting in the other side. "Do you have the energy to ride me?"

"Oh I would love to." You smirked and sat up, feeling energized enough. You threw your leg over his lap, effectively straddling him.

"My, you are stunning, sitting here on my lap like so. Oh how I love you."

"I love you too, V."

"Every time you speak my name I am put further under your spell."

"I'll be saying it plenty more here soon." You pecked the masks lips and reached back for the dildo, grabbing it and lining it to your entrance. You figured you were plenty ready to take it. Slowly you sunk down on the thermoplastic cock and you placed your hands on his chest. V took in a sharp breath as he watched your face show the pleasure you were feeling. His hands gripped your hip.

You set a slow pace to start. You softly moaned as you moved up and down. The strap-on filled you up deliciously. You knew it wasn't the real thing but the moment still felt special. The intense love you already felt for V only deepened now.

You felt V's hands help guide your hips and you could tell he wanted you to go faster. You smile at his masked face and quickened your pace.

"Fuck-This feels... feels good." You rasped. You couldn't tell exactly were he was looking, but you figured he was watching your tits bounce. V removed one of his hands from your hip and reached over to where your vibrator laid. You didn't let him even ask, "Green, V."

"Good. Come undone for me again. I want to see your while your whole face is shown to me this time." He powered on the toy, its buzzing filled the room. You slowed down enough for him to press the vibrator to your clit. You nearly scream in pleasure, your body stilling and twitching.

"Oh fuck!" You hissed at the sudden wave of pleasure. "Move V- Ah-!"

"Of course." There was a smirk to his tone. He started bucking his hips upwards, everything felt so intense yet so good. You felt what seemed like fire pooling in your lower abdomen. Your were getting lost in this immense pleasure and you could tell your third orgasm was going to hit hard. The vibrator against your clit and your lover fucking you had you nearly lost in ecstasy.

Your head started leaning back as your third orgasm was nearly there when suddenly you felt the hand that was gripping your hip fly up to back of your head. V's hand cupped the base of your skull and forced you to keep your face looking directly at the mask.

"Keep your focus on me." V practically growled.

That intensity in his voice, the very steady and strong thrust, and the vibrator had you crying out his name. Your third orgasm hit like a firey explosion. Your walls clenched around the strap-on as your body stilled, jaw hung loose and eyes almost rolling back.

"Yes, that is it." V husked. Your body trembled, feeling overstimulated. Your partner still kept going, seemingly lost in your reaction. You cried out as he kept going, as he moved the vibrators in circles around your sensitive and engorged clit.

"V-!" You whimpered out his name. A part of you wanted to stop, the stimulation practically overwhelming, but your mind and heart kept screaming for him to keep going, to see how much longer you could hold out like this. You wanted to feel completely undone by the man you adored so dearly. Suddenly his thrust came to a full stop. He quickly pulled out of you and switched the position, everything seemed like a blur in your drunken-like state.

You now laid on your back, V having a firm grip on your legs as he maneuvered them for easy access; the vibrator, still in his grasp, buzzed against your leg. He entered you once more, giving you only a moment before his thrusts continued.

"V, fuck!" You choked out. His grip on one of legs left and you nearly saw white; the bullet vibrator was back on your clit. Tears leaked out of your eyes as you stared up at the mask watching you so intently.

"Good, my love. You are taking this so well. So-fucking-well." He grunts. You feel your heart flutter at the use of a curse word, something he hardly ever utters. There was something in the tone telling you he was fulling letting loose now. And you loved it. "Cum one more time for me, alright?"

You simply nodded, unable to coherently speak.

"I asked you a question. I need to hear your voice."

"Y-yes!" You writhe and shuttered. Then your vision nearly faded to black as your fourth orgasm hit, you couldn't make a sound other than his name. You felt sudden wetness around your pussy and V's clothes as his hips languidly rolled against you.

"My, my dear. It seems you made a mess." V chuckled, slowly pulling out but still kept some of the dildo inside of you. You barely manage to lift your head and saw liquid dripping from his pants.

I've never done that before... You hazily thought.

Your tired eyes widened when you felt him push back in and your sweat drenched body twitched with the vibrator on your clit.

"V- red. Red sweetheart." You panted. Immediately, he halted his movement and turned off the vibrator. Carefully he removed both toys from your body and placed a hand on your cheek.

"I am sorry. I lost myself there. Are you hurt? What do you need?" His voice was soft and tender.

"I'm not hurt. I just knew I couldn't handle anymore." You said, nearly breathless as you came down from everything.

"Just relax. I'll start a bath for you while I change into clean clothes. Does that sound fine?"

"Of course." You lazily smile at him as he got off the bed. You close your eyes and hum a soft song while V went into the closet the change. It only took him a few minutes but you nearly lulled yourself to sleep.

"Are you ready?" He asked. You hummed a response and sat up, you swing your legs off the edge but as soon as you attempted to stand your legs gave out. If it V hadn’t had been so close without you realizing you would have met the ground.

"Wow, you really fucked me until I couldn't walk." You couldn't help but laugh. He looped an arm under your knees and used the other to support your back as he lifted you easily into his arms.

"Once again, I sincerely apologize to you. I know this night was supposed to be for us to test-"

"Don't. Everything felt good. Great even. I knew I wanted to keep going as you did for that last one." You stretched your neck to peck the masks cheek. "I don't mind rough either next time, V."

"Well I am glad." His seemingly bashful tone of voice told you enough. You giggle with a simple smile and wrap your arms around his neck as he walked you both in the bathroom. V sat you down on the closed toilet and wrapped one of the fluffy towels around your shoulder. You watched with half lidded eyes aa he got the bath going. The water started filling the porcelain tub and you watched as your partner added soothing oils to the water.

When the water reached the right amount V turned the handle to off. He removed the towel and lifted you up and hovered you over the water. It was routine now after his days of pampering you for him to do this so you could test the temperature with your foot. He lowered you just enough to do so and you hummed in delight.

"Just right, V." You smiled and he gave a single nod, assisting you to stand in the tub before helping you lay back. You sigh contently at the warm water around you before glancing at V. Your eyes widened a bit when you daw him roll up his sleeves. His arms, much like his hands, were severely scarred. Usually he let the water soak his shirts when helping you bathe. Deciding not to comment on it, you simply smile to acknowledge this step in trust.

You didn’t care about what his appearance may have been under his clothes, what you cared about is who he is. He was an essentric person, but kind. He was understanding and driven. And he was someone you loved dearly.

V pulled out the small stool he kept in the bathroom. He lathered up a loofah with the soap you liked and gently took hold of your arm. For the next few minutes he gently washed you, speaking softly to you. When he was done with that he started massaging your limbs, earning him content noises from you. You could fall asleep at any moment now. A whine escaped your lips when his hands left you.

"Sorry, my dear, I have to clean up everything. It shouldn't take me long. Try not to fall asleep."

"No promises." You sleepily smile, watching him as he left the bathroom. You stretch your arms and legs with a small hum. You felt hazy and content in the warm bath after being pleasured and cared for. Your eyes slowly closed with a small smile and you couldn't help but doze off.

You're not sure how much time passed since you closed your eyes. V's deep chuckle stirred you awake. You blinked up at him as he set down a fluffy towel, before he reached into the water to unclog the drain.

"I told you not to fall asleep." He teased and helped you up. With his hands placed on your waist, he easily lifted you out the tub. He grabbed the towel and started drying you off. You smiled contently at how warm it was. He must of thrown it in the dryer for you. Wrapping you in the towel, he lifted you in his arms and back into the bedroom.

You noted the different bedding and felt warmth flush to your cheeks.

"Sorry you had to clean all that by yourself."

"No, I am actually quite proud of myself and you for that." His boastful tone had you feeling more flushed. He sat you down on the bed next to a small stack of clean clothes. "I hope to get you to that point again, dear."

"That was the first time I ever squirted." You smiled. V knelt down while you carefully stood up, removing the fluffy towel. You shivered at the difference in temperature. Your lover unfolded a pair of black panties for you. You placed a hand on his shoulder and step in each hole. V slowly pulled the underwear up and quickly offered you some sleeping shorts, which you repeated the process. He had you sit back down so he could put on a very large shirt over your head. You smiled at how warmed the clothes were on your body.

"Thank you for taking care of me, V." You sigh.

"It is the least I could do for you." His hand cupped your jaw and his thumb stroked your cheek.

"Still, I appreciate it and you. Can you give me a kiss?" You grin getting up to stand.

"Anything for you." You close your eyes as he lifted his mask. His lips pressed against yours softly, the kiss full of love and adoration. He pulled away and you waited until he spoke again to open your eyes, his mask back on. "I love you, forever and always."

"I love you too, V." You smiled, the attempted to stifle a yawn.

"You need rest, my dear."

"Lay and tell me a story until I sleep?"

"Of course." V lead you to your side of the bed and pulled back the covers. He helped you get into bed and tucked you in. He quickly moved around the bed and got on top of the bed. You wasted no time scooting up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso and resting your head on his strong chest.

You sigh, feeling content and happy. V started speaking, reciting a short story he has memorized and told you before. His rich voice was soft and comforting, and after a few minutes you were lulled into a deep sleep, feeling secured and protected.

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famwhy · 1 year

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Realisation

Yandere Dazai Osamu

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Akutagawa despised you.

He hated everything about you. You, who was Dazai's other subordinate. You, who Dazai praised on the daily. You, who Dazai never let anyone in the Port Mafia lay a hand on.

It was unfair.

It was completely and utterly unfair.

Here he was, getting beaten bloody and blue for just a spec of approval from his mentor, while you stood there, just having to breathe to get the man to sing you praises.

You didn't even have an ability close to the potential his Rashomon had! How did you receive his mentor's approval without having to lift even the smallest finger?

What was worse, though, was the fact that you would always look at him with pity swirling in your eyes whenever Dazai would beat him into submission. Akutagawa hated that pity. He would despise you less if you gave him an arrogant smirk every time Dazai chose you over him. He didn't need your pity, he didn't want it.

How dare you have the audacity to pity him?!

Even now, he stood still, watching as Dazai smiled at you - cooing about how amazing you were as he held you with such a gentle touch, nothing like the rough way he would grab Akutagawa when he was needed for a mission.

And once more, there was that damn pity in your eyes. Disgusting.

♡

"You did perfect out there, Y/N-chan." Dazai praised you, arms wrapped securely around your waist and gaze half-lidded.

"Thank you, Dazai-senpai." You broke the gaze you held with Akutagawa to send Dazai a bashful smile.

"Come now, didn't I tell you to call me Osamu?"

"That would be highly inappropriate of me to do, Dazai-senpai."

"How so? We're both the same age here, Y/N-chan."

"But I am your subordinate."

"Yes you are, and as my subordinate, I order you to call me Osamu."

He had cornered you, ordering you to call him by his name, knowing you could not refuse an order.

"Okay, Osamu-senpai."

"Why not drop the honorific too?" The longer the conversation went on, the tighter his grip around your waist seemed to be. His arms felt like they were constricting you rather than embracing you, it was uncomfortable.

"Oh-okay," Upon witnessing his expectant eyes, you gulped down the lump built up in your throat. "Osamu."

You could say with confidence that a shiver of disgust ran down your spine when he groaned after your words, pulling you even closer to him.

You knew of Akutagawa's jealousy towards you, he was a kid looking for the approval of his teacher but always being denied it. Always being denied it because that approval would go to someone else - you. The poor boy was unable to gain any praise from Dazai because he was too busy entertaining his infatuation with you. And for that, Akutagawa hated you.

It was much like a scenario where a boy looked for his father's acknowledgment but always got casted to the side because of the new woman his father laid his eyes on. A scenario in which it was only natural for the boy to feel jealous.

You felt for him, you really did.

You felt so bad when you would stand to the side, watching as Dazai beat the boy for being 'too weak', only to then turn to you and place you on a pedestal - proclaiming about how he would never hurt you like he did Akutagawa, so blatantly showing his sick love for you.

Yes, that was what it was. A sick love.

You had realised it awhile back.

Dazai never treated you like his other subordinates, never dared being as rough with you as he was with them. He always said you were the best of all of them even though you knew that you could never compare to the strength of his other subordinates. Compared to them, you would describe yourself as average, nothing too powerful, nothing too weak. Just average.

You weren't flawless in missions - whenever you made a mistake, tears would flow down your eyes due to fear of what Dazai would do to you. He wouldn't do anything though, he never did. He would only cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears away before pulling you into a tight, protective embrace.

You once remembered being handed over to Chuuya for the day, although it was unwilling. Dazai would never hand you over to the man he despised, not in a billion years. It was through the big boss' orders that you were told to train with Chuuya that day, much to the chagrin of Dazai. You knew the leader was testing Dazai's limits, seeing how he would respond to you being put into the arms of another.

Dazai was clever, he knew too. He knew that Mori was testing his limits, though he didn't particularly care. And because he didn't care, he stuck by your side the whole day - greatly annoying the male who never seemed to take off his fedora.

To say Dazai was possessive would be a huge understatement.

"Come to my office, I think a reward is on offer."

A reward? Tch, you'd hardly give it that name.

"Y/N."

Upon closing the door, your were met with the orange curls that framed the handsome face of one of your superiors.

"Ah! Nakahara-senpai, is there something I can do for you?" You nervously glanced around, not wanting to meet the eyes of Chuuya.

"How many times do I gotta tell ya? Call me Chuuya."

"Sorry, Chuuya-senpai."

"You can drop the senpai too."

"Ah, okay Chuuya-san."

"You're persistent."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You cleared your throat, wanting the conversation to be over with. You were right outside Dazai's office - if he chose to leave and saw you with Chuuya, all hell would break loose.

"Yeah, boss wants you to come with me on a mission."

"He wants me to go with you?"

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

Careful Y/N, tread lightly. Chuuya's got a bit of a temper on him.

"Oh... uh... I just mean that.... well, I'm Dazai's subordinate so wouldn't it make more sense to send me on a mission with him?"

"You tellin' me you wanna be with that suicidal maniac?"

He had a point.

"I guess not..."

"C'mon then, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can eat." With those words, Chuuya took off in a different direction - with you stumbling over yourself before following not too long after.

"Ah, Chuuya-san-."

"Just. Chuuya."

"... Chuuya, what type of mission are we going on exactly?"

"Capture and secure the target."

He abruptly stopped in his tracks, almost causing you to crash straight into his back had you not stopped in time, before turning around with a piece of paper in his hands.

"This is the target?" You rose a brow before squinting and trying to take a second look.

"He may look like he ain't much but the guy's a sneaky little shit." He withdrew the page, turning around once more to continue walking.

"Does he have an ability?" Gaining confidence, you sped up your pace to match with Chuuya's own, eventually walking in step with your superior.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well, what is it?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

Your eye twitched.

"Okay... I didn't ask if you could handle it or not. I asked what it was."

"Oh?" The way he tilted his head back with a smirk resting upon his face made it very clear to you that he knew what he was doing. "Wasn't aware you had a backbone to ya, princess. You seemed like the submissive type whenever you were with that fucking freak."

"I- gh-!" To say you were caught off-guard by his lewd implications would be an understatement. "Yuh-you-! Just tell me already!"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

"Why you-!"

Before you could sputter an insult out, your body collided with another, instantly cutting you off.

"Ah, sorry."

You intended to brush them away and continue after the short male, however, you were unable to do so when whoever bumped into you placed their hand on your shoulder - grip so tight and familiar.

"Where are you going?" The words were spat out with venom and you didn't even need to turn around to know it was Akutagawa.

"On a mission."

"On your own?"

"With Chuuya."

He clicked his tongue. "So disrespectful to your superiors, I don't understand how he likes you."

You jerked your shoulder, forcing his hand off of it without so much as a glance behind you - opting to say no more as you hastened your steps to catch up with the executive who was now quite ahead of you.

"Chuuya! Wait up!"

You made it out the doors, seeing the male just ahead of you and making your way towards him.

He was standing before a very cool-looking crimson motorcycle, smirking at it before throwing his body over it.

"Get on."

"Wha-? No helmet?"

He looked at you as though you were wearing socks and sandles. "Helmet? You kidding me? Does that dick baby you that much?"

"Baby me?! I'm just concerned for my safety! Every biker wears a helmet!"

"Yeah? Well not-fucking-this-one. Now, are you gonna get on or do you wanna walk the rest of the way, sweetheart?"

With a huff, you hopped on behind him - waiting for him to start the engine...

...only to receive no indication that he would be turning on the vehicle.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to hold on."

"I am holding on."

"To me, dipshit."

"Tuh-to you?!"

When you returned to your flustered state, Chuuya's smirk also returned to his face.

"Yeah, to me. I mean, unless you wanna go flying off then, by all means, be my guest."

Pushing through the embarrassment, you did as told, wrapping your arms loosely around Chuuya's torso.

"You're gonna wanna hold on tighter than that, sweetheart."

"This is as tight as I'll go."

"Suit yourself."

With a 'vroom', the bike sped off at speeds so alarmingly fast, you found your grip on Chuuya tightening out of pure fear for your life.

"AHHHHHH!"

"Told ya."

"OH SHUT UP!"

"So, is this where the target is going to be?" You tilted your head to the side as you asked the male sat across from you.

The two of you were currently situated in a small cafe within a small street that was quite obscure, at least enough so that you wouldn't notice it if you were in a hurry to get somewhere from the main street.

Chuuya had parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the cafe before entering and taking a seat, with you following diligently after.

That led you to now.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' to emphasise his point.

"Huh?! What do you mean 'nope'?!"

"I mean, no, the target is not going to be here." The smirk on his face grew, he was clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Then why are we here?!"

"Well, princess, I'm starving and I wanna eat something so here we are."

"You are unbelievable." You crossed your arms, sighing in a little too much exaggeration.

"Yeah? Well, believe it, sweetheart."

You chose not to speak after that, stubbornly crossing your arms and tossing your head to the side.

The rest of your little 'date' was spent in silence, apart from ordering food, neither of you spoke a word.

Your mind had wandered off, your thoughts drawing you to your mentor, Dazai. He was bound to find out where you were eventually. Just the thought of his reaction is enough to send a shiver down your spine.

No doubt he would drag you out and as far away as possible. He probably would mention something about how 'that disgusting midget' 'tainted' you - as though he, himself, had not done so already.

"Oi, are you listening?" When you finally came to, the snapping of Chuuya's fingers was suddenly both visible and audible to you. "You can't keep your head stuck in the clouds while we're on a mission, princess."

"Says the guy who stopped at a cafe to get a meal nowhere near the target we're meant to be capturing right now." You were quick to send a quip right back at him, addressing him as though he wasn't your superior (which clearly wasn't the case).

"Yeah? Well, that guy's also your superior which means he can do what he fucking wants." You glowered as Chuuya gave you the most smug look in the world, as if he couldn't get any more cocky. "Anyway, let's go. I've had my fill."

You scrambled up after him, severely annoyed but choosing not to run your mouth again lest you want to anger the midget.

Honestly, this guy had some audacity to be this careless on missions. Just because he had a powerful ability, with masterful martial art techniques to match, did not mean he could be this unbothered by the consequences of his actions. Seriously, his ego is as big as Dazai's-.

"That's him! That's the little shit!" Chuuya's words snapped you back to reality, causing you to raise your head in alarm. "Alright, princess, time to put that ability of yours to use."

"I thought you didn't need my help." You stubbornly crossed your arms.

"I don't. But I suppose you wanna explain to the boss how you were doing nothing while I did all the work?"

Almost immediately, metal chains appeared from blue ribbons with kanji written on them - all of which originated from your now-crouched-down form, hands balled into fists that made contact with the ground.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Your ability, 'Chains of Fate', allowed you to summon chains to restrain a target of your choice so long as they were within your line of sight. The perfect ability for capture missions; combat missions? Not so much.

Luckily, this mission was a capture mission.

Your chains wrapped around your targets wrists and ankles, pulling at them and rendering him immobile.

The 'crunch' of Chuuya's knuckles was very audible from beside you - as was the crack of his neck. He was getting ready to show off, wasn't he? Dazai told you a lot about Chuuya's tendency to go overboard with his ability due to his confidence in himself, 'an arrogant little shit' was the phrase he used when ranting to you about this specific trait of the handsome ginger.

Alright, time to see if he-.

"Y/N?"

Ah shit.

The sound of the familiar voice was enough to cause your concentration to falter and, in just that split window of time, the target was let loose of your chains - wasting no time to flee the scene.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Chuuya screamed, looking over at you, but by then, your wrist was already seized by your mentor.

"What. The. Fuck are you doing with this fucking midget." Dazai spat the words with such venom, you (and pretty much every person within your vicinity) flinched.

"The fuck did you just call me?!"

"Shut up, Chuuya. I'm not talking to you." Dazai's tone had completely changed from his usual playful one. It was one of complete and utter loathing. He was seething.

"Why you little-!"

"He's getting away!" You pointed towards the capture target.

"Let him." Scoffed Dazai. "I couldn't give less of a damn."

Your worried gaze stayed trained onto the man dashing away at speeds you weren't capable of reaching.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, subordinate." Your hair was pulled harshly, causing your whole head to jerk to the side, an expression of hurt falling on your face.

"Yuh-yes, Dazai-senpai." You winced once more, feeling him tug on the roots of your hair again.

"What did I tell you to call me?"

"Osamu."

"So call me it."

"Yes, Osamu..."

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Chuuya finally snapped out of his little daze from witnessing the way Dazai handled you. "She was just following the boss' orders. What? Does your authority go above the boss' now?"

Dazai narrowed his eyes, finally letting go of your hair. "Mori."

"Explain to me again why that man is not within my grasp right now." The narrowed gaze of the Mafia boss sent shivers down your spine.

"This piece of shi-."

"How about you explain to me why you told my Y/N to partner with Chuuya for this mission?" Dazai cut off the shortest male in the room, narrowing his own gaze much more that Mori.

"I don't see why I should."

"She is my subordinate. If there is anyone she should be doing a mission with, it's me."

The way Dazai was acting was scaring you. A lot more than usual. He'd never once laid a hand on you, or well, with intentions to harm that is. This was the very first time he'd done so. You feared it wouldn't be the last.

"Her skillset is much unlike all of your other subordinates. In fact, I am thinking of sending her to work under Chuuya instead of you."

Slam.

"You will not be sending her to work with anyone but me."

With that, he seized your wrist in an extremely tight grasp and stormed right out of the office, leaving behind two dents in the table as traces of his fury.

As soon as you were a good distance away from the boss' office, you were tugged into an oh-so-familiar embrace.

"My Y/N, I'm so sorry for hurting you, but you must understand, I don't like you being around that disgusting midget." He stuffed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and rendering you motionless.

"I'm sorry, Da- err, Osamu."

"That's a good girl. My good girl." He pulled away from the hug before gently grasping your chin with eyes filled to the brim with love and adoration. "Such a good girl deserves a reward, don't you think?"

His lips pressed against yours for the nth time that day, locking together with a one-sided love forced onto you through a very clear power dynamic.

Akutagawa may have despised you for the praise you got from Dazai but boy did you envy him for the lack of attention he got from the suicide freak.

No, Akutagawa does not have romantic feelings for Dazai. He looks up to him and only views him as a mentor. He just hates reader because she gets Dazai's praise effortlessly while he has never gotten any despite all the effort he has put into his job.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #mafia dazai #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #female reader #x reader #yandere male x female reader #bsd chuuya #.realisation

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Jude Jazza Fever Event Story Translation

*This story belongs to cybird

* I wasn’t sure how to interpret some sentences to english so it might not be smooth

* ⚠️ this story is suggestive

It was this morning when Roger asked me to take care of Jude who caught a cold.

I don’t think Jude will obediently agree to be nursed. I’m sure he’ll turn me away.

But I heard he used to have weak bronchial tubes, and I was asked to do it anyway.

Somehow I managed to rouse myself from my reluctance and came to the infirmary.

Kate: Jude, how are you feeling?

Jude: Ha it’s you. Did you come to make fun of me?

Jude was resting on the infirmary bed with sweat on his forehead.

His voice is thin and weak, he does not have his usual high spirits

Kate: I’m here to take care of Jude.

Jude: Ha what a waste. I’m sure that quack doctor made you do it.

Kate: I won’t deny that I was asked to do it but.. Wouldn’t it be nice to believe in someone’s kindness?

Jude: What are you saying to a businessman/merchant? If you can’t see it then it’s basically nothing.

……I knew he’d react like this.

Even though his body is weak from his cold, his cruelty remains unchanged.

Kate: Anyway… I won’t give up in taking care of Jude, so just accept it quietly.

Kate: Even if you tell me not to get involved or that I’m annoying… I would be sad if something happened to Jude.

Jude:……

Jude:……. Fine. If you’re satisfied with what you’re doing, you can do whatever you want, even if it’s nursing.

Kate: Eh? You won’t mind if I take care of you?

I was surprised at how easily I was accepted, I expected him to reject me coldly.

Jude: Hah... What’s with that stupid face? Did you expect to get rejected?

Kate: ….. Well it’s Jude after all.

Jude: You’re so persistent, even if I kick your ass you’ll stick around.

Jude: Well it’s a pain to deal with each person like that. Just do what you have to do and quickly go home.

Kate: I understand.

Jude: What kind of nursing are you going to give me?

Kate: Then, I will unbutton your shirt to wipe off your sweat first.

Jude: Yes, yes….

I put my hand on Jude’s button, which he accepts quietly.

However-

I can’t take off people’s buttons well…!

Jude: What’s wrong?

Kate: I-I’m sorry, I’ll take it off right away.

Jude: Do you need a role model to take you off your clothes?

Jude’s hand reaches out to unbutton my clothes with skillful hands.

Kate: Hey, wait a minute….

Jude: I’ll show you how it’s done until you can get me out of my clothes.

Jude: Let’s hope you can take it off, while you still have something to wear, hm?

Kate:….ugh.

After being cornered, I was fast. I managed to unbutton Jude’s shirt.

Kate: Done… Anyway, Jude why didn’t you take it off yourself?

Jude: You wanted to take it off first.

Kate:Hey, don’t say it in a misleading way…!

After adjusting my own disordered clothes, I wiped Jude’s chest and neck with a hot towel.

Meanwhile, Jude let me wipe his body like he was a cat.

He can’t even complain, I guess I’m lucky.

Jude: Ha…., Hah….

Jude’s occasional sighs and groans, which doesn’t even sound like a groan was seductive.

Every time my ears picked up the sound, a shiver ran down my spine.

(…. What am I thinking? Jude is in pain….)

The way Jude was frowning and breathing out shallowly, was extremely provocative. (T/N: FOCUS GIRLL)

When I could see the outline of his body through the towel, I tried my best to look away. I felt embarrassed.

Kaye: …. It’s finished.

I moved away from the bed, to shake off my thoughts.

Jude: Hah… Thanks for the naughty nursing.

Kate: It was normal!

He was given both food and medicine, so now I feel relieved….

I only took care of him for awhile, but I’m tired…

Jude won’t be able to rest well if I’m here anyway, so let’s call it a day.

Kate: Well, I’ll be going now. If you need anything, ring the bell.

Jude: Can you get me some water before you go? My throat…

Jude:…. Ugh.

Suddenly, Jude started coughing badly.

He bends his back as if in pain, and his cough showed no signs of stopping.

He wants water, maybe if it moistens his throat it’ll go away….?

I don’t know…. Even if I give him a cup, it’ll spill before he can get it into his mouth.

I hurriedly took a mouthful of water and-

Jude: O.O

I gave Jude the mouthful of water with my mouth.

After confirming he has swallowed, I released my lips.

Kate: That’s good… The coughing stopped…

Jude: What’s good about that…. You idiot, you’ll catch my cold.

Jude: Why else do you think I let you nurse me obediently?

Kate: Eh….?

Come to think of it, it was only when I got close that Jude didn’t talk much….

The reason he obediently allowed me to take care of him was so that I could go home early……….?

I realized now that he was considerate of not spreading his cold to me.

Kate: I’m sorry I didn’t know. But I wanted to help Jude.

Jude: Tch… That kinda thing really pisses me off.

Jude’s hand presses the back of my head, and our lips which were once separated, met again.

Kate:…. Hnnn!

The hot tongue that had broken into my lips greedily entwined my tongue and sucked it tight.

Kate: ……Fu, Nnn…….

As if to stop my resistance, the kisses were deep and rough, enough to feel a slight pain.

Kate: Hah…. Hah….. Hah…… Hey, what are you doing?

Finally released and out of breath, I glared at Jude.

Jude: Punishment for carelessness of other people’s consideration.

Jude spat out the words in a frustrated way.

What he said was true and I couldn’t think of anything to say back, so I left the infirmary like I was running away.

——————-

Kate:………..Ugh

Once it starts, a cough that doesn’t go away often results in a sore throat.

A few days after nursing Jude, I was in bed with a cold.

Jude: Yes you look good. You deserve it.

Kate: Jude!? Why are you here……

Kate: Could it be…. You came to visit me?

Jude: I’m not here to visit, I came to nurse you.

Kate: Nursing…..?

Jude: I don’t like leaving debts unpaid.

Jude sits on a stool in the room and twirls the skin of an apple with a knife beginning to peel it.

As I gazed at the beautiful curls of the skin, I thought about the time I had nursed him.

Jude’s right, I deserved it.

But I couldn’t leave Jude alone when he was suffering.

I guess this is a “beautiful thing” in Jude’s opinion. But still, some things can’t be twisted.

….If I say it in front of Jude, will I be punished again?

A kiss so violent it almost took me away without a trace.

I gently touched my lips with my fingers, feeling the heat of his tongue still lingering.

Jude: Sorry to get your hopes up, but I'm not going to nurse you in the way you did.

Kate:…… I don’t have such expectations.

Jude: Heehhh.

Jude laughs, looking unconvinced by my reply.

I guess I’m gonna get some nasty nursing. I don’t mind it… because of the heat I shared with him.

End

(T/N: A couple that shares diseases together stays together🫶 (jk). I loved how they showed how considerate Jude is… Also Kate got to see him shirtless and we don’t that’s unfair hm. One important point is that Jude can still skillfully unbutton someone’s shirt even when he’s sick 👀)

#i loved this story sm i did this #jude jazza #ikemen villains #ikevil

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dreamofjoys · 2 months

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CHEVALIER MICHEL ♡ LET GO, YOU MIGHT INJURE IT

— Synopsis: When Clavis tries to take Bun!Emma away from Chevalier, something unexpected happened, leading to Chevalier drawing sword at his brother again.

— C/W: Spoilers for bunny event, characters might be a little OOC

— A/N: I just want to see overprotective Chev / My first chev + ikepri fic T-T Why did it took so long for me to write for this man AHHHH

[ This phrasing represents Bun!Emma thoughts]

Note: This is just a what if / alternative scenario! You can feel free to imagine Chev however you like but this is just my version of him. I tried focusing more on Chev's POV

"Let go, you might injure it." Chevalier says to his brother, who had his hand wrapped around Bun!Emma. Clavis has been trying to pry off Bun!Emma from Chevalier's cape for awhile now. However, Bun!Emma had her little claws sinked into the fur of Chevalier's cape, refusing to move an inch.

Bun!Emma panicked when Clavis refuses to let go of her, and had instead chose to tighten his grip on her small body. That sudden gesture had trigger the prey instinct in Bun!Emma, causing her to shriek in surprise as she starts thrashing under Clavis's hold.

In an instant, the pressure on Bun!Emma disappeared and Clavis was flung meters away and onto the door. Chevalier had took the liberty to shield Bun!Emma with his hand, softly caressing her petite body to calm her down. His heart prickles a little when he felt his lover trembling, but the feeling soon goes away as Bun!Emma stops shivering and nuzzles into the warmth of his hand.

Chevalier already had his sword drawn, pointing it at the fool of his brother who did not expect the sudden blow. "Hey, what are you doing?!" Leon hurries to help Clavis up while frowning at his elder brother. "He scared the little rabbit."

"You could have just told him nicely to stop it. Besides, are you sure the rabbit is scared of Clavis, and not at you?" Leon retorts back at Chevalier, while Clavis could only laugh at his brother's antics.

"Oh my, are you perhaps attached to this wild rabbit?" Clavis smirks, amused at Chevalier's protectiveness. "The last and only time you were this protective over something -someone- , is Emma. Unless this rabbit is-"

"Leave." Chevalier's cold and monotonous voice cut through the room, causing Clavis to laugh even louder. "Alright little brother! You heard your big bro. Let's get out before he kills us for real." Clavis wrap his arm around Leon's shoulder, pulling him out of the foreign office as Leon complains about how he is worried about the rabbit's safety, and also complaining about how much of a bastard Chevalier can be.

Chevalier let out a heavy sigh. He had already stopped petting Bun!Emma, and wants to inspect for injuries on Bun!Emma's body. But..... how does he hold a rabbit, who is only the size of his palm? Thinking back to what he did this morning, Chevalier holds out his hand again, hoping that Bun!Emma would get the hint. Bun!Emma was quick to notice what Chevalier wants her to do and immediately hops onto the palm of his hand. Upon inspecting Bun!Emma at a better angle, it seems like there was no injuries. Chevalier stares at Bun!Emma, watching her stare back at his icy pools.

[ Does he perhaps think that I am scared of him? ] Bun!Emma's thoughts were written all over her face, just like how she is when she was in her human form. Chevalier never tires watching her train of thoughts showing on her face. [ Then I will show him that I am comfortable with him! ] Bun!Emma thought excitedly, and decided to flop her body on Chevalier's palm. [ Rabbits do this when they are very relaxed, right? Surely Chevalier will get what I mean! ]

Chevalier let out an amused laugh. Yes, he understands what Bun!Emma is trying to tell him. His other hand inching closer to Bun!Emma, wanting to pet her again but stops halfway. Bun!Emma immediately sits up and jump up multiples time to touch Chevalier's hand. [ Pet me please, Chevalier! ] Bun!Emma immediately flops down her body on Chevalier's palm again as Chevalier pets the little rabbit in a soft yet awkward manner.

It feels weird to see the brutal beast dotting on a little rabbit instead of eating her up. But the brutal beast silently vows to never let anything, or anyone, scare her like this anymore.

#ikemen ouji #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikemen chevalier michel #ikepri #ikemen chevalier #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #dreamofjoys Ikémen Prince

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—𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 (𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫)

✦ various nsfw prompts with genshin girls feat jean, ganyu, ningguang, yae miko, dehya, eula

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, tongue fucking (jean), dom!reader (jean), sub!reader (everyone else), office sex (jean), cunniligus (jean), semi-exhibitionism (jean), face-sitting, overstimulation (multiple), body worship (ganyu), pet play (ningguang), collaring (ningguang), master/ma'am kink (ningguang), strap on (multiple), electrostimulation kink (yae), edging (yae), degradation (dehya, eula), riding (dehya), impact play (dehya), bondage (eula), shibari (eula)

Jean clasped her hand tightly around her mouth preventing her low moans from reverberating throughout her office. Her sapphire eyes gazed down where you say between her legs, nails tightly gripping her smooth thighs.

She whimpered feeling you pitch her throbbing clit, tweaking the nub back and forth as your continue pushed through her soft folds into her velvety cunt. Back arching, her body shivered feeling your tongue continuously fuck her—body desperate to clench down on the muscle. She grinder her pelvis against your face, cheeks hot seeing her slick drip from your chin.

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip, feeling the vibrations of your laughter under her.

“Oh, I wonder what the knights would think of their acting grandmaster being fucked in her office chair? You think they’d be irritated or…” you whispered, rubbing circles against her clit now causing her to gasp.

“—Jealous?"

Ganyu couldn’t help smiling as your cunt finally graced her hungry lips. A moan ripped from her lips, tongue eagerly lapping up the juices dripping from your cunt. Your body shivered, lips trembling feeling her tongue flick and suck anything she could.

She worshiped your cunt, thought ever ounce of you was as divine as the blood that ran through her own body.

Pressing soft kisses on your clit, she enveloped her lips on the nub with fervor, causing your legs to cave in squeezing her head. Your body jolted against in pleasure as your hands made way to her horns causing her to gasp in delight.

With yearning hands making their way to your hips, pushing you further against her face—tears developed in your eyes, grinding your core desperate for realize.

Please cum on her face, she’s absolutely begging you to. She wants nothing more than that, and no amount of tears are going to change that.

Your lip trembled, balling your fist against the softest sheets Liyue could buy as you rested your head against the soft plush thighs of Ningguang. The woman simply laughed, brushing your hair to pat your head.

A rapidly vibrating dildo pressed itself deeply inside of you, gyrating which such fervor, it wasn’t a surprise you could barely walk or pay attention to her at all. But this was one her tests, she always loved to test you after all.

“Aww, is my pet too tired? I thought you wanted your Master to grace her tongue with your pussy? Seems my little pet isn’t taking their punishment well,” she cooed. Using her index finger, she hooked it under your chin so your tired, drooling face looked up at her. Her ruby eyes gazed down to your collar, shining with jewels that complemented your skin and eyes before sighing.

“Fine fine, one more minute, baby. I know you can take it,” she sighed. She watched as you rubbed your thighs together causing her to chuckle once more

“Now what do you say?” she hummed.

“T-Thank you m-m-‘am,” you stammered out. Her hand went over patting your head again.

“That’s a good pet.”

Yae admitted she was a bit of a sadist. She couldn’t help it, it was amusing to see you whining and begging for her as you laid under her.

Your upper body strength had given up awhile ago, your head pushed against the plush futon dazed as you cried the yokai’s name again. Yae chuckled, bucking her hips as your body jolted with her pace.

The dildo strapped onto her, buzzed with fervor—pressing itself deep inside of you grazing your cervix with every rough thrust.

One hand grabbed the globe of your ass, massaging the plush skin—watching it bounce and ripple as she gently slapped onto it while her over hand hooked underneath her. Electro buzzed against the tops of her fingers, tenderly brushing them by your clit causing you to shake every time.

Feeling your inside cave in, she suddenly stopped all of her movements—not moving an inch as you blinked out and shook your hips trying to encourage her to continue. She tried so hard to contain her laughter of your desperate attempts.

“Y-Yae!” you stammered out.

She laughed again, just how helpless you were under her.

“Aww, what’s wrong lovely? Patience is a virtue after all,” she cooed. Knowing you had lost your high, all of a sudden she continued all of her movements as you croaked out her name again.

She could do this all night <3

Dehya forced your legs open, the thickness of the dildo on her strap stretching you out wider and wider as you held onto her tightly yelping. She teasingly rolled her eyes before capturing your lips, darting her tongue inside of your mouth.

Your eyes snapped wide as she grabbed onto your hips and smacked you down on the rest of the dildo, quickly bottoming you out with a yelp. Dehya left your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as she pulled you off of the dildo before snapping you down over and over again.

You choked up as she thrusted inside of you, grazing yourself cervix every time she plunged in. You hide your face in the crook of her neck, gyrating your hips meeting her pace.

“Awww come on darling, why so shy all of a sudden,” she chuckled before smacking down hard on the globe of your ass as you yelped. She leaned into your ear again.

“Don’t think I can’t feel how wet you are bouncing on me like this? Come on, show me how much you have the hots for me.”

“You know when I was in Inazuma with the traveler, I learned a bit of their culture through light novels. It’s quite shocking when they…like over there,” Eula hummed, amber eyes flickering down to you sucking on the dildo of her strap.

Her eyes narrowed, admiring the cyan ribbon intricately adorning your skin in various patterns, bounding you—helpless to the Lawerence’s touch.

“But I must admit, they do have taste,” she finished. She pushed you away, admiring the shine of her newly lubricated strap before prodding it at the entrance of your dripping cunt.

Her hands grabbed onto the globe of your ass, spreading you out wider watching your body shiver as she judged the tip of the phallic item against your throbbing clit.

You gasped feeling her quickly thrust into you and bottom out, feeling it stretch your walls out with dull pain. Her finger hooked against a ribbon on your neck, pulling you closer to her face.

“Come now, why don’t you tell me how much you appreciate my gift…” she murmured beginning to plunge herself inside of you causing you to croak her name out. Her lips curved knowing your velvety walls were fluttering against her strap.

Her thumb pressed against your trembling lips.

“Well? I’m waiting. If I don’t hear how thankful you are, this gift will turn into a punishment.”

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Stray ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A glimpse into your past is shown. You and Bucky seem to be getting a little closer, maybe even starting to trust each other.

♡ Warnings: angst, hints to imprisonment, child abuse, injuries, fluff, dark themes

Italics are flashbacks

Part 4

You watched as the spider spun its web, creating the intricate design in the corner of the ceiling. The silk strings connected into a final product of beauty, something you’d grown to appreciate in this time of isolation.

You didn’t like it down here. It was cold, smelling rancid of something rotting. The worst of it all, was that the only lighting was a tiny flickering candle, sitting a top a wooden chair near the door. The rest of the room was blanketed in a thick gloom, leaving much to your imagination to create unsettling figures to creep in the corners of confinement.

You didn’t believe you deserved to be trapped down here. You had simply asked a question to your unbalanced Mother, wondering why there was crimson staining the front porch. As innocent as the question seemed, it had made Mother angry.

Her eyes were red with rage, her chest heaving like a rabid animal. Her grip on your scalp was excruciating as she dragged you by your hair to the basement stairs. You cried and begged for her to stop until you were thrown down the flight, silencing your wails as your ears rung, your body throbbing in pain. You didn’t have time to prepare for her returning grip on your scalp, as she dragged you into your current room. She carelessly threw you into the space, your body landing on the concrete with a loud thud.

The slam of the door alerted you that you were alone, leaving you in the small space, accompanied only by your sobs and whimpers for someone to help. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it never failed to confuse you. You just didn’t understand what you were doing wrong.

Snapping out of the memory of only hours ago, you focused back on the spider spinning it’s web, and wondered if the spider had another way out of this room, or if it was trapped… Like you.

The door swung open, causing you to flinch back into the wall, squinting your eyes as they became accustomed to the brightness of the light. Your vision cleared to see your Mother standing menacingly in the doorway, a leather whip dangling from her left palm.

Immediately, you knew what was to come. But it had been awhile since you last received punishment, and your old slashes had only fully healed days ago.

“Mommy please don’t!” You cried, watching your Mothers lip twitch.

“Take your dress off.” She spat, causing your breathing to come in quicker.

“Momm—”

“Turn around. Hands against the wall.” She commanded, her voice dripping venom.

“Please Mommy— I’m sorry!” You sobbed, your wails echoing against the stone.

“Take. Your dress. Off.” She shot out, each word more aggressive than the last. You could barely hear her over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shook your head, weeping in pure terror of what was to come.

“Don’t make me get your Father.” She threatened, causing your pupils to blow out in horror, your heartbeat thundering.

You shook your head weakly, not wanting to accept defeat, but your fear drove you to slide the dress down your shaking frame, exposed and humiliated standing before your Mother.

“Now turn around. Hands against the wall.” She spoke coldly, then suddenly switching her demeanor to a sweet gentle voice, “I love you… But you still need to learn.”

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Your eyes flung open, your breathing erratic as you took in the water damaged ceiling. It hadn’t come as a shock to you when your sleep was interrupted by a memory. You sat up, shivering from the air hitting you clammy skin. Your sheets and blankets were soaked with sweat, your pillow slightly damp from tears. With a sniffle, you glanced over to the clock.

3:51 AM

Huffing in annoyance that you couldn’t sleep through the night, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, deciding that you would rather start your day early, than possibly fall back into the void of torturous memories.

Meanwhile Bucky downstairs hadn’t even attempted sleep, knowing it wouldn’t come. He’d rather stare into the wall, letting himself get lost in thought. Picking through flashes of memories that would come rushing through his head. He was sat on the floor, letting his back lean against the couch. His mind convinced him he didn’t deserve something so soft, though he didn’t think he could even find comfort in the softness when he had grown so used to sleeping on practically nothing.

Instead of suffering through horrid memories, he let his mind wander to you. He couldn’t comprehend why he would let his guard down around you, but you held a safe, comforting aura, that made it hard to stop himself. He really wanted to trust you, and even more so— He didn’t want to leave.

He found your kindness and sweet demeanor infectious, sparking urges inside of him that he didn’t know he still had. His mind was overwhelmed with your kind gestures, it almost made him want to smile. Almost.

Although, he could see easily that behind your tenderness, was something darker. You were doing a poor job at hiding it, but he didn’t seem to be in a place to judge. Besides, everyone has their demons.

Meanwhile, you discovered that the power had come back on at some point during your restless slumber. You forced yourself to look more presentable, smoothing down your hair, and slipping on a new dress.

Yesterday you had on a white dress, light ruffles at the ends. Although, by the end of the day, the dress wasn’t the pristine white it had been. Dirt and walks around the fields had dirtied the dress. Now you wore a white blouse, with a baby blue thin strapped dress overtop. Your feet were wrapped in white lace ruffle socks, this pair clean versus the ones you wore yesterday.

Some might agree that your sock collection was far too excessive, but what people didn’t know, was that you were never given a pair of shoes. Your parents figured you’d never need to leave the house, and they didn’t mind you walking around in your socks, even through the flower fields.

You made your way down the stairs, heading towards Bucky. Taking note that he sat awake against the couch. You frowned at the thought that he didn’t sleep on the couch, you wondered if it wasn’t comfortable enough.

“Good morning Bucky.” You announced. He turned and met your gaze, his expression glum. “You’re up early.”

All you received was a slow nod.

Although, he’d wanted to ask what you were doing up so early, the sun hadn’t risen yet.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked him, walking further into the room.

He wasn’t sure why he felt he needed to lie, but a part of him didn’t want to see you upset. After all you’d done for him.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to make the lie convincing enough.

You didn’t mind that he was quiet, you found his presence calming. Although he had a kind voice, from what you had heard little from yesterday.

“Okay well, I’m going to make some breakfast. I know it’s early but…I’ll let you know when it’s done.” You told him, nodding when he didn’t make a move to respond.

You made it a couple steps when his voice halted you in your spot.

“(Y/n)?” He called out, his voice gentle.

You turned and met his hesitant eyes.

“Yes?”

“Could you… Could you um…” He trailed off, “M-my… I uh…”

You quickly realized what he was trying to ask, and you felt relieved that he trusted you enough to help him with his arm finally. You had felt terrible watching him wince in pain every now and then.

“Yes of course.” You told him, walking over to the couch slowly, taking a seat.

Bucky lifted himself off the ground and sat down next to you, his arm cradled to his stomach. Why he felt comfortable enough for you to help him with something so vulnerable? He didn't know.

You could tell he was anxious, he was swallowing nervously, his eyes darting around the room, seeking to focus on anything but you.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, trying to calm him down before you even attempted to touch him.

“It’s uh… It’s my shoulder. It’s dislocated.” He corrected, his eyes focused on the floor, ignoring your question.

“Oh. Okay um, I know what to do. I just need to set it back in place. Okay?” You told him, waiting patiently for his approval.

His brows furrowed. You knew how to set a dislocated shoulder?

“I’m going to touch you now okay? I’m going to grab your wrist. Is that alright?” You told him carefully, waiting for his consent.

While he was confused, he was also very appreciative that you respected him. You were patient like no one had ever been towards him before, and it was a foreign feeling, but one he welcomed.

He nodded, letting you know he was ready.

You kept your movements slow and steady, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, ignoring the heated sensation from the contact. He flinched slightly at your touch, and you stopped your movements.

“You okay?” You asked him, worry evident in your tone.

He took a deep breath, gathering himself before nodding for you to continue.

You wrapped your whole hand around his wrist now, debating whether you should count down or…

With a hard pull of his arm forward and straight, the ball of his arm bone connected back to his shoulder socket with a dull pop. Bucky grimaced in pain, but otherwise held no larger reaction. Releasing his wrist, you folded your hands in your lap.

Bucky could already feel himself healing slowly, the movement in his arm easier, less painful. He tried to ignore the buzzing sensation your touch left on his skin, he assumed it was from lack of gentle touch he’s had in over 70 years.

He glanced up and met your gentle gaze, forcing a small smile in appreciation.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you, watching your face brighten.

“No need. Happy to help.” You told him, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

“(Y/n)?” His voice called to you, causing you to turn and meet his eyes again.

“Bucky?” You teased back.

“Thank you for everything.” He repeated, and you waved him off about to tell him not to worry.

“Seriously, you don’t have t—”

“No, you didn’t have to help me. You shouldn’t of… But you did. So… thank you.” He trailed off, the crease in between his brows back.

His words were a bit confusing to you, and you weren’t going to pry, but he was already so mysterious, his words were too vague for your liking.

“What do you mean I shouldn’t of helped you?”

Bucky’s face paled slightly, his breathing heavy. He figured there’d be no harm in telling you, and he absolutely didn’t have to tell you— But he wanted to.

“I’ve done bad things.” He confessed in a whisper, and you walked closer and sat back down on the couch so you could hear him.

“Bad things..?” You asked him hesitantly.

“I’m…” He hesitated, “I’m a monster.”

Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the way he said it, but you were having a hard time believing this skittish man was anything like a monster.

“Why... Why would you say that about yourself? Everyone has done bad things, but it doesn’t define you. You are who you wanna be.” You told him, wondering why you couldn’t believe your own words for yourself. “Do you wanna be a monster?”

“No.” He answered quickly, voice wavering.

“Then you aren’t a monster.”

“I am,” He argued, “If you knew everything I’ve done… You’d see me as a monster too.”

His words should’ve been alarming to you, but they had you thinking of how you viewed yourself. You were the monster.

“You don’t seem like a monster to me.” You whispered, your eyes holding his, understanding his dilemma.

“Trust me… I am.” He finished, tears gathered in his eyes. He looked away from your intense gaze, focusing on the feeling of the blanket.

“You haven’t hurt me in anyway, you’ve done nothing that would label you as a monster. You… You aren’t gonna hurt me right?”

Bucky winced from the question, knowing you were just trying to prove a point, but it still hurt to hear you say.

“Never.”

“Okay then,” You stood up, wiping your clammy hands down your dress, “I’m gonna go make breakfast.”

Without giving him a chance to say anything more, you left the room quickly, busying yourself in the kitchen.

Bucky was left deep in thought, wondering why you were so nonchalant about everything he’d said. Yes, he was trying to scare you, make you disgusted by him. That way when he had to leave, it’d be easier. But you had reacted so differently than he was expecting, and your understanding and softness had him speechless.

You truly were his guardian angel.

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