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mccoys-killer-queen · 6 months
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Seeing Kix's last ever live show Part 2- the show
So yes, I drove 3 hours to Columbia, MD just to get my heart brutally torn to pieces and left in the rain. By the time Kix actually came on the alcohol i chugged started to hit (it took like an HOUR) and it made me wanna scream at all the photographers to go fuck themselves
TL;DR- it was underwhelming?
they opened with Atomic Bombs- which was bittersweet I guess but I love it when they open with Hot Wire the most
seeing Ronnie made me so happy
since my seat was literally as far to stage left as you could go, the concrete steps were right next to me, as was a rail, and i could stand on the concrete and hold onto the rail and go nuts
that is until a security person told me to stop fgeoirngerngfdnd
in the moment i had fun but as soon as the moment was over it was back to heartache
Steve never opened up his shirt which was disappointing
when they did Midnite Dynamite there were BIG COLUMNS OF FIRE ??? SHOOTING OUT FROM THE HUGE HIGH UP PLATFORM THEY HAD ?? I was at least 30-40 feet away from it and i could FEEL THE HEAT
same thing goes for huge spark fountains (except for the heat part)
they did three medleys of obscure songs (but I'm gonna be honest I didn't recognize most of them)
the first medley, they did Body Talk and as soon as they started playing it, Steve stuck his finger down his throat like he was trying to make himself puke from hearing it rtgnnsadiofifearf
every medley was basically Steve judging the songs on whether he likes them or not it was funny
seeing the girl money glasses for the last time ugh concerts will never be the same if they're not kix
Steve always leads up to Scarlet Fever with "this song is about dirty diseases" or something like that, and he said something about "you gotta wear a condom to not get those diseases but condoms are no fun right they're just not fun"
the Itch and the crowd singalong and Steve always picking on people never ever fails to crack me up
when they played For Shame, Steve walked into the crowd and walked around and shook people's hands and gave hugs and stuff and the second he started singing while doing this i fucking lost it and tears were running down my face it was so bittersweet it was like he was trying to thank every individual person
idk why I always forget about Cold Shower when it's like the sluttiest of all slut songs
Ronnie did the guitar solo leading up to Cold Blood and I'm sorry Ronnie but I'm used to Bob and I like Bob's solo better but seeing Ronnie finally in the place where he was supposed to be this whole time was bittersweet
big balloons falling from the ceiling
confetti cannons and one not going off until the next song
Steve doing more jumping than normal during Blow My Fuse
i wish Steve did the full feature length Yeah Yeah Yeah monologue
^^that was their last song
i always forget how much steve says "aiight"
when their set was done, Steve introduced some people in their crew and management
when everyone walked offstage, and really only steve was left, he imitated Porky Pig and went "t-tha-th-that's all, folks!" and left the stage.
imo the setlist could've been a lot better bc a lot of their hard-hitters were cut (like Hot Wire, Same Jane, Kix Are For Kids, Sex, etc) but i guess the medleys were more important. The show also felt really short? It was under 2 hours and imo the whole thing felt really underwhelming, like I was expecting a huge extra long super exciting show but this was like... below average? Like yeah there were more stage effects and two guest members and three medleys but- it just didn't make it feel any more special than a normal Kix show, yknow? It almost felt like they were in a hurry to finish (the set feeling quick made it feel like this, not their actual performance. In fact- this entire rushed retirement seemed like they were in a hurry to retire...).
I don't know if it's because I wasn't at the barrier like I always am for Kix or the fact I had my heartbreak on pause or what, but to me it just felt really underwhelming? I went back to my hotel afterwards feeling similar to how i felt in my hotel after the last night of M3; dumped.
I'm still in shock that it's all over, and that it ended this way- with absolute silence and a soul-crushing shame. I can't ever forget the fun I've had with Kix over the past year, though. I just wish to god it had ended differently.
EDIT: I was trying to kill Mark with my mind last night. Tried to shoot lasers from my eyes. When he walked offstage he walked in my direction and I glared at him as hard as I could. I knew he couldn't see me, let alone recognize me, but he was looking in my direction.
EDIT #2: after steve walked through the crowd and went back on the stage, he said "that was fun. i hope none of yall have herpes *wipes hand on his shirt* I got that when it first came out!!"
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princessbrunette · 1 month
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Mid argument with rafe and you tell him “Fine, i don’t care anyway, cause you’re not invited to my birthday party.” even though he’s literally funding the whole thing, and he’s just like “i really don’t give a fuck.” and now you’re crying cs wdym you don’t care about my birthday party ?!?? - 🍄
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you’re hot, overstimulated, pissed off — there’s clothes all over your bedroom floor as you rifle through them — looking for that one specific top and rafe has the audacity to just stand there, being so rude and then checking his phone mid argument whilst you talk to him.
“sorry was i meant to ignore the text from my dad just to stand here n’listen to you whining?” he drawls, gum smacking as he chews— fingers typing away at his screen. you sigh, heat rising in your chest from your own anger.
“you’re just being so mean and so unhelpful!” you yell, half turning around to look at him.
“so mean and so unhelpful!” he whisper yells mockingly albeit distractedly, fingers still not quitting their incessant typing. his attention is finally regained when a balled up pair of socks just miss him from your poor throw. he snorts, glancing up at you. “oh we’re throwing shit now? okay.” he nods in faux understanding, lips turned down.
you scramble to your feet, panting — clearly enraged. your brain rifled for the most hurtful thing you could think of in that moment, to try and get a reaction.
“you’re not coming to my birthday party anymore!” you explode, eyes wide and fists clenched at his sides. he stares blankly at you for a moment, still chewing but he doesn’t even seem fully there, brain somewhere else.
“the… the party that i’m paying for?” he raises his eyebrows.
“you’re not. coming. uninvited.” you spit, begging for some kind of emotional reaction. the final straw is when he continues to type, shrugging a shoulder.
“yeah uh, i think i’ll survive.”
devastated, you burst into tears. he really seemed to not care for your outburst — and the one time rafe wasn’t having an emotional reaction was the time you were trying to press for one. you were disappointed in yourself, but over everything just tired and overwhelmed. surprisingly, you hear him sigh and he steps through the mess of clothes scattered around you in piles.
“jesus.” he mutters before squatting down to your side. “hey, what— what is this? what are you crying for huh?” he dips his head, trying to catch your eye.
“you’re mean! and you don’t even care about my birthday party.” you sniffle into your hands, undoubtably a snotty mess. he presses his lips together, shuffling to a more comfortable spot before pulling you against his side.
“i do… i do. just figured i’d let you have your little tantrum. not tryna be the bad guy here, a’ight?” he exasperated, finally catching side of your damp cheek and wiping at it lazily with his thumb. “you don’t need to be doin’ any of this shit right now.” he gestures around you. “what you need, is to go lie down n’have a nap. you’re tired.”
“what i need is for you to be nice to me for once.” you sulk, sparing him a glance through wet spiky eyelashes.
“i’m being nice… okay? i’ll — i’ll come with you. just… chill. yeah?” he gives you a friendly little jostle with his hand on your waist and you sniff, not totally hating the idea of a nap with rafe. “alright. c’mon.” he stands up, and pulls you up by the hand before instantly lifting you beneath your arms to carry you on his hip. “s’like looking after a toddler sometimes. jesus.”
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be-good-to-bugs · 1 year
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#the bin#my kitties are here!!! i missed them SO MUCH#theres 4 of them here but trubbish will be going to a shelter p much immediately. she would already have gone but there were none accepting#cats back there so she will go to one here#scooter might be going too but we are looking to see if anyone we know will take him. i love him so dearly with all my heart and i wanna#keep him but we just cant keep that many and omen and asbestos are more important to me#the other 2 (including coffee) are gonna go to my mom and siblings. we at least only have to let go of 2. scooter is gonna hurt to say bye#hes so sweet and precious and i love him. he likes to be held like a baby and to claw your chest and stick his nose in your mouth whenever#you speak. his nickname is scgoober bc he is such a little dork baby. such a bastard. i love him so much. i remember when i found him#but i just cant ket go of my other ones either. im so bappy to see asbestos again. i missed him so much#im happy to see omen too#i should post some pictures of them. omen us bigger than she was when i left. her belly is also still shaped funny. i think its permanent#she got a real bad infection after getting fixed and her belly got all drooped down and she is healthy now but her belly is still shaped#kinda weird. her and asbestos bith have weird misshapen body parts. his tail is so silly. whenever he tries to move it the way other cats#do it looks like he is waggging it bc it doesnt move quite right. i should take a video bc its adorable. he is trying so hard to do that#thing where they do a slither motion with their tails but his tail is broken and short and it just doesnt work. its adorable#sorry i know theres a lot of words here. i tried keeping it concise but this IS me being consice#i could talk abt my kitties for hours. especially bc ive missed them and now they are here! i wanna see bibben and coffee too but alas i#cannot anytime soon. im sad that im naver gonna see my dog again. i wish i couldve said bye more. he is such a good dog#ive never been fond of literally any dogs except him. i was his fav person but he loved everyone a lot. he is so sweet and good. i miss him#its not as hard to let go of him as it is to let go of scooter though. i cared for baby kitten him and he was so tiny and so sweet#now he is a bastard man and would never let anybody do what he used to but he is still so affectionate. if you sit on the couch he likes to#come and headbut you right in the face. this is the cat who broke my nose#hhh. i really dont know if ill be able to say bye to him. the fact he broke my nose kinda makes me love him more cause its funny it happene
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fuyuluvr · 2 months
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i didn't mean it.
synopsis: your boyfriend says something and makes you insecure.
characters: tsukishima, daichi x gn!reader (implied f!reader for daichi)
warnings: angst to fluff, tanaka and noya are idiots in daichi's parts but when are they not? tsukishima has no filter but when did he ever. also daichi is a canon big boob lover so that inspired this ig
note/s: reuploading my old haikyuu works so don't mind me!
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tsukishima: 
the subject you despised decided to hold a graded surprise quiz. needless to say, you did not do so well on the said subject. your mood for the day has leaned towards irritation more than anything. you wanted nothing more but to cuddle with your boyfriend when the day ends.
you walked over to the gym where karasuno was having their practice. sugawara smiled at you and you mustered the most comfortable smile that you can manage to give back, despite your sour mood.
you sat by the audience bleachers, noting how tsukishima looks focused on his practice – despite the fact he says it’s only just a club – your mood got a bit better seeing him be discreetly passionate over volleyball.
yachi gave you a shy wave as you caught her eye. you smiled at her, feeling your mood become a bit better when you saw your tall boyfriend.
“(y/n)-san!” hinata waved and yelled from below, you waved back at your hyper batchmate. the ruckus made tsukishima glance up at you and shoot you a teasing smirk.
you rolled your eyes and went down as he gestured you to go down.
“did you miss me that much?” he asked as you settled your things down and he flicked your forehead.
“asshole.” you muttered, rubbing the spot where he flicked.
“aw, is my wittle baby hurt?” he sarcastically asked, you rolled his eyes before shoving an energy drink you brought for him towards his chest.
he took it, eyeing it suspiciously. you snorted at his actions.
“i can be a caring s/o, too.”
“didn’t say anything.” you sighed and sat beside him as he uncapped the drink before taking a sip.
“what’s got you in a bad mood?” he asked sitting down beside you, the volleyball team taking a break as hinata managed to hit tanaka with a ball to the face.
“it’s nothing, really.” you said quietly, the shame of the failed grade overcoming your thoughts once more.
“it can’t be nothing if you’re not spewing sarcastic remarks at me that much,” tsukishima pointed out. you sighed, knowing your boyfriend was right.
“so, what is it?” he asked again. you purse your lips, before letting out yet another sigh.
“remember ms. yuki’s class?” you asked, he nodded.
“so… i may or may not have failed the recent exam.” you said quietly, you think he hasn’t heard you. suddenly, an obnoxiously loud laugh came out from your boyfriend.
“ms. yuki’s class is the easiest. how did you manage to fail that?” that did not help your mood at all. you stayed quiet, not wanting to answer because you fear that this might lead to a fight. and fighting with tsukishima will probably be the cheery on top to your already terrible day.
“look, i just got confused with the terms.” you tried to explain yourself.
“how do you confuse the terms? it’s literally the easiest on that exam.” he continued, still laughing at you.
“did you lie about studying just to impress me again? remember what happened last time?” his words hurt. you spent most of your time trying to understand the lessons. you know you weren’t exactly the smartest, but you know that you understood the lesson.
“hey, (y/n)? did that exam also dumb down your vocabulary? why aren’t you responding?” he continued taunting you.
you clenched your teeth, trying so hard not to show your irritation.
you were already feeling down, and it hurts even more to know that your own boyfriend is invalidating what you feel.
“tsukishima, please shut up.” you muttered, clenching your fist on your bag.
“aw, now you can’t even talk back? come on. it’s not that big of a deal.” yes. it was a big deal to you. the time you spent memorizing and comprehending the lesson went down the drain as a low score on the test paper greeted you made it a big deal.
“i’m sorry, i can’t be as smart as you.” you said in a small voice, wanting nothing more but to curl up in your room and cry all your emotions out.
at this point it wasn’t the bad grade that frustrated you. it was how your own boyfriend can’t read the room and make your mood even shittier than it already was. it was how he, right off the bat, laughed at your struggle and invalidated all the time you spent on the subject.
“i have to go.” you said, standing up.
“there’s only a few minutes before practice ends, wait for me and i’ll walk you home.” tsukishima said, finally looking at you. his eyes widened at the sight of your red face and the tears pooling in your eyes.
he was too absorbed into poking fun with you that he didn’t realize he was the only one left laughing.
“(y/n)-”
“okay! everybody, go back to your positions!” daichi yelled out. tanaka was lying down on the floor in a daze while staring at kiyoko who has her hand holding a bag of ice and holding it down tanaka’s face. you stood up and walked out, your face was seen by sugawara who could only give tsukishima a disappointed look.
it was then he knew that he had gone too far.
when practice ended, he basically ran to the direction of your house. yamaguchi was confused at the uncharacteristic action of his best friend. he yelled a small ‘get home safe’ before walking with the other team members.
tsukishima felt like shit. he knew that his words were aggressive, but he never knew he would push his limit enough to make you feel bad about yourself. it was the last thing he wanted to do.
at the sight of your house, your mother opened the door and saw the distressed look on tsukishima’s face.
“they’re in their room.” was the only thing she said before tsukishima ran to your room and opened it, only to see you sitting slump on your desk, dried tears were on the sides of your face and you were staring blankly at your notes.
“oi.” tsukishima called out, you turned to look at him with a blank look before turning back to your notebook, wanting to ignore his presence in the room.
he strode over to where you were and closed your notebook. placing it somewhere he knows you couldn’t reach.
“tsukishima, give me back my notebook.” you said, he internally flinched at the lack of emotion in your voice.
“your head won’t retain any information if you’re this drained, (y/n). you know this.”
“give me my notebook.”
“no. you need to listen to m-”
“just give me the damned notebook.” you said loudly, before it turned to a soft whimper. “please.”
and with that you broke down into tears. tsukishima almost immediately lifted you up from your position and carried you to your bed.
“please. i need to learn this.”
“you need to rest.” he argued, holding you against his chest, drawing what he thinks are comforting shapes on your back. you shook your head, struggling against his hold.
“i… i just want to be smarter for you.” you said, voice lowering down. tsukishima’s grip on you tightened.
“i already got enough talks about that embarrassing grade. i didn’t need you to press down the wound with salt.” you started.
“i already feel dumb enough as i am. i didn’t need you invalidating me.” you said through your tears, wiping them away harshly.
“god, why am i even crying i-”
“i’m sorry.” tsukishima cut you off. your lips pursed, trying to contain your sobs inside. tsukishima felt like the biggest asshole alive. he never meant to go this far. he should’ve considered your feelings more.
“i’m sorry for invalidating what you feel. i won’t try to justify what i did because i know that as a dick move on my part.” he said, earning a laugh mixed with a sob from you. he rubbed your back before kissing your forehead softly.
“you are one of the most intelligent people i know.”
“shut up.” he continued. you gave him an offended look.
“i didn’t even say anything!” you said, hitting his chest slightly. he flicked your forehead as response.
“i know those words i said a while may seem insensitive.”
“glad you know.” he gave you a look, you pecked his chin. he continued with his narrative.
“but i hope you know i didn’t mean to hurt you. i was laughing with you before i realized that you weren’t laughing with me at all. i’m sorry if i invalidated your opinions.” you knew tsukishima meant every word he said. he was never the type to lie anyway.
you nodded in acceptance to his apology, his hand coming to run through your hair, calming you down in the process.
“tell you what, i’ll help you study tomorrow but for now, let’s just rest your pretty little head.” you smiled at the idea, nodding your head. you wrapped your arm around tsukishima’s neck.
“now go to sleep.” you rolled your eyes but closed your eyes anyway, the steady beat of your boyfriend’s heart lulling you to sleep.
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daichi:
daichi dreaded going to the club room early. maybe if he were tardier then he wouldn’t have to be cornered into a hotseat by the team’s idiots. the captain heaved a sigh as the two second years babbled on their ideal types. 
he opened his gym locker, taking off his uniform and replacing it with his practice clothes. once he changed, he saw nishinoya and tanaka staring at him with mischievous grins plastered on their faces. 
“what?” daichi shouldn’t have asked. “it’s not fair you heard about our tastes and you’re all quiet on us, daichi-san!” nishinoya answered, as if he were whining. daichi looked at them with a deadpan expression. 
“why does my type concern you?” tanaka and nishinoya shuddered at the tone their captain sent them, but they weren’t going to stop. they wanted to know if daichi was relatively interested in anyone at all. and their captain’s intimidation isn’t going to stop them from knowing so. 
“come on, daichi-san! surely someone like you has a type.” nishinoya urged on, the door of the clubroom opened, revealing sugawara and asahi who were chatting amongst themselves. daichi thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, knowing the conversation would shift into a new topic. 
sadly, he was wrong as sugawara asked why the second year duo were staring at the captain. 
“we just want to know the captain’s type! suga-san, do you know?” nishinoya risked asking the vice-captain, and to daichi’s displeasure, sugawara gave back a mischievous grin. 
“i don’t think-” asahi started before effectively getting cut off by sugawara slapping a hand over his mouth. “of course i do!” sugawara gleefully said. 
daichi sighed, knowing he couldn’t shut the vice-captain up.
“so, so?” tanaka and nishinoya said in tandem, making the vice-captain laugh. “well. i don’t want to get into detail, but… your captain loves something he can grab in front.” sugawara winked, the second years both tilted their heads in confusion. not getting sugawara’s innuendo. 
ennoshita, who came in a few seconds ago sighed at the dumb second years. “he means he likes people with big bre-” “don’t ruin the fun!” sugawara tsked. ennoshita rolled his eyes before getting ready for practice. 
nishinoya and tanaka both looked at each other before letting out a sound of understanding. “oh, so like… michimiya?”
“are the three of you done?” daichi’s voice made the team shiver, not knowing if they went a bit too far. but apparently, nishinoya didn’t get the hint. 
“you didn’t deny it, daichi-san!” “get to practice, now.” the team took his statement as confirmation that he indeed had a type and nishinoya and tanaka were going to make the most out of it. 
like schoolgirls, they skipped out of the club room, giggling amongst themselves. unbeknownst to them, you were by the door, waiting to give something to daichi. 
you heard every single detail, you didn't mean to. but this was nishinoya and tanaka we’re talking about, it was bound to get loud eventually. 
“oh, (y/n)-san! i didn’t notice you there.” nishinoya waved, daichi froze as he went out of the door to see you smiling back at him. he hopes that you didn’t hear the conversation. 
the two of you decided to keep it lowkey afterall. it was a mutual decision, surely you couldn’t blame him that he didn’t confirm nor deny their suspicions, right?
“hey, noya, tanaka.” you nod at them, they smiled at you with lovestruck gazes before skipping away in awe. 
“uh… hey. what brings you here?” daichi asked, closing the door behind him. you smiled before gesturing to some club reports he forgot by his desk. daichi let out a sigh of relief at the sight of them.
“thank you, (y/n). would you wanna watch the practice?” daichi asked, you smiled softly and shook your head. “i’d love to, but (f/n) is waiting for me, we have a project to get to.” you explained, daichi nodded in understanding before looking around. 
seeing no one in sight, he placed a quick peck on your lips and pulled you into a swift hug. “text me when you get home, love.” you smiled once more before nodding and walking away. 
somehow, daichi felt as if something was wrong. 
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the following weeks, daichi couldn’t help but question the sudden shift in your eating habits. you began drinking more milk, and eating more nuts and soybean. not only that, but you’ve been reluctantly eating more papaya. and you hated papaya. 
it was a rest day from practice, daichi decided to spend his resting time with you. because not only does he miss spending time with you, but he can tell that something was clearly wrong. 
he could only hope it wasn’t because of that conversation. 
but for now, he’s content with holding you in his arms. 
“hey, baby. can you stand up real quick? i just need to use the bathroom.” you state, he nods and sits up sleepily. you peck his forehead before walking off to your said location. 
to pass time, daichi fished for his phone, unknowingly taking yours and opening it with his fingerprint. he should’ve realized that it wasn’t his phone that he was currently holding. 
‘how to grow breast size?’ daichi’s eyes bulged at the incognito tab that appeared once he opened the surfing browser. with curiosity, he viewed the other tabs that were related to enlarging breasts. from myths to actual helpful tips. 
that was then he realized. you heard. 
no wonder your diet suddenly shifted. you were following some site that said so. daichi couldn’t help but feel guilty, now confirming that you heard the conversation for weeks. 
“daichi?” he almost dropped your phone from shock. you were standing there, staring at your phone in his hand. 
“uh...” “i think we need to talk.” 
you nod, sitting at the same couch with a small amount of distance. 
“i heard.” you started, not looking at him. daichi heaved out a sigh, not knowing what to say. 
“i do think that you and michi-” “none of that.” he sharply said, effectively shutting you up. daichi seemed to realize that his tone came off as harsh before sighing softly and taking your hand in his. 
“look. please know i didn’t say anything just to shut them up.” daichi tried explaining, you nod, but the both of you knew you weren’t convinced. 
“love, i’m not dating you because of your body.” he starts, snaking his hand in between the both of you to hold yours. “i could care less about how you look, much less your breast size. it doesn’t matter to me.” 
“i love you just as you are. you don’t need to change anything, especially just to fit in my standards.” daichi continued, tears were pricking in your eyes. you didn’t know what to say, you only endured this because you wanted daichi to be proud to be seen with you. 
“i’m sorry that you had to hear that.” daichi raised your hand to his lips before placing a soft peck on your knuckles. “i’m sorry for not confronting you about it.” you whisper. daichi shook his head at your words. 
“no, love. i should’ve realized something was wrong when you began changing your eating habits weeks ago.” you smiled softly, feeling lighter than before.
“i love you, (y/n).” “i love you more, baby.” you sigh, letting yourself fall in his embrace. 
“does this mean i can stop eating those godforsaken papayas?” you asked with a small voice, causing daichi to laugh at your statement and peck your forehead. 
“you never had to eat them in the first place, love.”
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thehighladywrites · 3 months
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, USING DOE EYES ON THEM
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summary: you give them doe eyes in order to persuade them into whatever you want
warnings: nsfw, suggestiveness
amara’s note: i love them holy shit but my fav one this time is eris🥹🥹
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Rhysand:
Looks down at you with amusement
He knows what you’re trying to do
“ come on rhyssssss, just one tiny mission. I promise I’ll be super careful, baby”
Unbeknownst to you he agreed the second you asked since he can’t really say no to you
But he loves to see just how desperate you’ll get, how much you’ll beg him.
And paired with those docile eyes? Yeah he’s a goner.
He might seem composed and calm on the outside, but trust me that man is panicking
Rhysand knows he’ll say yes to anything, obey you in every way when you flash him those eyes.
“Okay, but please be careful. If you feel your shoulder hurt again, come home. Abandon the mission and prioritize yourself, do you hear me?”
The moment the words leave his mouth, it hits him like a brick that he agreed to give you a mission when you've barely recovered from an injury.
He never fails to be surprised by your ability to controll him
You words and eyes are powerful indeed…
Azriel:
You’d think he’d have some sort of resistance or something but no
If anything, he folds the quickest of them all
“ Az, could i please-”
“ Yes ”
He doesn’t even let you finish talking, he just looked into your begging eyes and said yes to whatever it is you wanted
There isn’t a thing on this planet that he wouldn’t do for you
But when you pair it with those doe eyes, standing shorter than him as you look up through your lashes with a slight tilt in your head, lips pouting, he gets hard
You look so submissive and innocent, it sparks something primal in him.
“You don’t have to ask me for things, my love, just tell me whatever it is you want and need.”
He’s grabbing you by your waist, pullling you in closer as he kisses you with need.
I’m so serious, this man is down bad
Cassian
He's been working late every day for two weeks, and you've had enough. You miss your mate, and you want him close.
Clad in a slutty little nightgown that screamed ‘give me attention’ , you sauntered into his office
At first, irritation crashes over you like a rogue wave because he isn’t even bothering to lift his head when he greets you. So, you declare it's time for a hands-on approach to spice up the scene.
Rounding his chair, you stand behind him, and with expert hands, you start giving his stiff shoulders a massage. His groans reverberate through the room.
"That feels so good, sweets," his voice is raspy and laced with exhaustion.
Smiling to yourself, your hands travel further down to his chest, where you attempt to unbutton his shirt.
He grabs your wrist, smirking, and drags you so you’re in front of him, raising an eyebrow at your bold move.
Cassian's brain short-circuits as you stand there with big eyes, begging for attention, and then lower yourself to your knees, looking up at him.
“ baby, i missed you so much. Please let me take care of you…”
Stunned, he's left speechless, resorting to a simple nod in response.
Safe to say, you were both pleased and relieved by the end of it all
Lucien:
He isn’t stupid, he KNOWS you use your eyes to get your way
But he literally doesn’t care, he’ll give in to you
He likes watching you work for it though
Standing before him, hands innocently behind your back, you arch your back, pushing your chest out, your eyes widening with a mix of need and desire. Your lips form a seductive pout, silently pleading for him to sweep you away to The Continent.
“is that how you ask for something, my love?”
He's feral, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he watches you, curious to see how far you'll go for a yes.
Little do you know, he's already packed your bags, setting the stage for a surprise journey.
“Please, Luc, I really wanna come with you. Let me convince you.”
You got him WHIPPED, like he’s panicking inside, fucking sweating
“Yeah? How will you convince me?”
Stepping closer to him, you whisper your deprived thoughts, reveling in the way he shudders
Yeah…
You were limping on your trip
Eris:
Eris had never felt so… conflicted in his life
He had never bent over backwards for someone or even let anyone occupy his mind the way you do
The first time you used your eyes to persuade him, he nearly stumbled backward, then attempted to ignore you because he felt weak.
Eris had no idea eyes could be so powerful, and he had a feeling he’d say yes to absolutely everything and anything you wanted
After a few times, he stopped feeling so conflicted and started looking forward to your little manipulation sessions
You had attempted to seduce him all day, but he insisted on working, especially since he had recently ascended to the position of High Lord and had a mountain of paperwork to tackle.
Walking into his office, you strutted around, touching his belongings and casually perusing through the documents on his desk.
Eventually, you got closer to his table and bent over, acting like you needed something.
Eris looked up only to be met with a sight full of your tits. Sighing, he looked up at you with a secret smile,
“I know what you’re doing, sweet thing.”
“ What? Is it a crime to help my mate with his work?”
You look at him with round eyes, your head slightly lowered as your eyes do the talking
His eyes, simmering with desire, traced every curve of your form as a sultry smile played on his lips, creating tension that sizzled with heat.
“Do you remember the last time you gave me those eyes, love?”
Fuck yeah, you do. He had fucked you stupid for hours, in every part of the Forrest House, showing you new levels of pleasure you hadn’t even considered, eyes rolling into the back of your head everytime he pumped into you
Your body shuddered at the memory, body aching for more. Giving him your most desperate, doe-eyed expression, you ask your mate for more
“What if I want it to happen again?”
Giving you a once over with raised brows, his handsome face breaks into a foxy smile as he signals you to come closer
Biting your lips to hide your smile, you oblige, helping him relieve his tension and stress
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Hello lovely,
I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)
Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky
Please. That would be nice.
Take care honey
oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰
Love Hurts
♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+
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Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.
It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.
It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.
That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.
“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.
“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.
He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.
“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.
“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.
He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.
“Not really.” He admitted.
You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.
“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.
“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.
You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.
“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”
His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.
“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.
“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.
But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.
“Like what?”
You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?
“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.
“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.
You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.
“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”
“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.
“No, no Buck listen—”
That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.
“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”
You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.
“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.
Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.
He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.
Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.
“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”
You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.
Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.
“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.
You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.
“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.
Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.
Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.
“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.
“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.
Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.
“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.
“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”
Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.
“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.
Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.
“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.
Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.
“Bucky I—”
“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.
Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.
Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.
“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.
You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.
“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.
Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.
He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.
“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.
You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.
“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.
Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.
“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.
Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.
God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.
You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.
Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.
You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.
"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.
He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.
Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.
“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.
Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.
“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.
Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.
“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.
You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.
“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.
Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.
“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.
You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.
Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.
“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”
You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.
“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.
Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.
“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”
“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.
His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.
Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.
You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.
Yeah… just one more day.
You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.
Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.
You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.
The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.
You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.
You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.
Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.
You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.
You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.
You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.
You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.
Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.
You furrowed your brows, looking him over.
“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.
You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.
“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.
You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.
“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.
You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.
“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.
He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.
You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.
Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.
Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.
“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.
“He hates me.” You mumbled.
Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.
“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”
“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”
You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.
“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.
Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.
You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.
He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.
“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.
He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.
Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.
“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.
“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”
He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.
Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.
Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.
“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.
“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.
You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?
“Then why?”
“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.
The anger was approaching.
“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”
You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.
He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.
“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”
You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.
“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.
You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.
“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.
You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.
“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.
“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”
You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.
“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.
It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.
“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.
“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.
“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.
“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.
“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.
“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.
Like he could finally breath.
“Why?” He wondered.
You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.
“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.
His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.
“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.
You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.
“Never again— I promise.”
This time, he wouldn’t break it.
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ch3rriiii-bunn · 10 months
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Time of the month
I mean this in no slander way, but the clones may know about sex and etc, but they definitely are dumb ass hell to a period lmfao. They are clones after not really like the other demons too lmfao
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Warnings: fem!reader, fluff & smut, periods, oral (reader receiving), hunger impulses, humor
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Aizetsu
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Aizetsu could tell someone wasn't right with you for the past few days. He explained that a demon is able to sense the hormone changes in a human, but he couldn't really make out what it is. When Aizetsu smelled blood from you, he almost panicked. "Y/n, where are you hurt?" He asked, holding your face looking around your neck and chest.
You giggled. "I'm not hurt. Why are you assuming that?" You asked "I smell blood from you" Aizetsu says almost crying and looking around your body "don't hide your pain from me it makes me sad when you do" Aizetsu kept checking until he squats down to your lower half and smelled where the blood was coming from.
You took a step back a bit nervously. "Aizetsu... I'm just on my period. Do you not know what that means?" You asked, and he just shook his head, no in response. From that day, you had to explain to Aizetsu what a period is and how it's very common for women to have one and anyone with a uterus, and he was able to understand.
You couldn't stop Aizetsu hunger when your period came. "Y/n, I'm so hungry. Please let me eat, I need to. I can't resist it anymore. " Aizetsu begs you every time, drool falling from his chin from his hunger. Aizetsu goes down on you, having his tongue lap up at the blood flowing out of you having his fill. Most of the time, Aizetsu does it to satisfy his hunger but will get carried away and end up over stimulating you.
"A-Aizetsu you said you were done" you mewl and your back arches when you feel him suck on your clit. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he moans on your pussy "forgive me" he said between licks not stopping until he's tasting your cum mixed with your blood.
Aizetsu takes notice that when you're on your period, you get more emotional and clingy to him. "Y/n, I have to go see "that man." I promise I'll come back," he said, but you just held his hand tighter. "Don't leave Aizetsu. I'll miss you, " you said and began crying, but that only made Aizetsu cry and even harder at that. "Your poor thing. You can't live with out my for more than a second, can you? " he said.
"What the fuck!? I just don't want my boyfriend leaving me" you sob "so you can live without me!?" Aizetsu asked only making him sob harder having you both because an emotional mess.
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Sekido
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The first time Sekido realized what a period was after you explained it to him, he literally called it stupid. He couldn't understand how the uterus could cause a person so much pain all because they aren't pregnant each month. "If it's because you're not pregnant, why don't I just get you pregnant, you fool?" He said, being very serious, and you tried not to laugh since it wouldn't really change anything.
Sekido would get mad when your period could affect your whole body. "What do you mean I can't lay my head on your chest!? You said it was just your stomach hurting you," Sekido said, sounding confused but somehow angry as well.
"Sekido, when I get my period, a lot of things happen to my body, including my boobs... they are really tender and sore right now, " you explained, but that only angered Sekido even more. "Please don't be mad," you say with tears instantly coming out of your eyes. "Why are you crying!?" He raised his voice. "Don't yell at me either!" You sob in your hands, having Sekido stand there dumb founded and feeling somewhat bad for making you cry.
Sekido had to take many months to understand you on your period and when not to say certain things. Even so, he couldn't hide his hunger when you're around on your period. "Stop squirming. The more you do, the less blood that comes out and I'm fucking hungry" he said, holding your legs open but reminds himself you are in pain and sure to have his hand on your stomach, rubbing it and giving your clit attention with his tounge to give you pleasure.
Sekido doesn't get carried away with getting his fill but there will be those days where he'll want to fuck you on your period and that's the softest sex you'll ever get from him.
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Karaku
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"A period? Do I get one? My dick does have a hole, so maybe i can have one..." He'll ask seriously after you explained to him why you bleed every month from your vagina. Karaku couldn't believe this was something you could do all because you weren't pregnant, and surprisingly, he made sure to take a mental note of how he should help you when this time comes around.
Karaku did realize how needy you'd get for him on your period. He'd use this opportunity to get his fill, lapping up the blood from your pussy but take his sweet time but making sure to pleasure you in the process, moaning from how good you tasted both for his hunger and your arousal.
"You're still in pain, aren't you?" Karaku rubs your stomach and gives it soft kisses. "Don't worry. I'll make the pain go away," he smirks. Karaku is able to go up to many rounds with you, that's just the stamina of a demon but he has to realize on a normal day you can only do so many but on months like this? Oh he loves how you can take his cock for more then an hour.
Karaku notices how you're much more needy for words of affirmation during this month. "y/n, you're beautiful. I love you. " he'll hold your face, squish your cheeks together, and even pet your head. "Are you still in pain?" he'll say, rubbing your back and sometimes giving you butt rubs as you lay on his chest. "It'll end soon. You'll be fine"
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Urogi
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"Wow! Are these pads? Look how easily they break!" He said, ripping up at least 3 of your pads with his sharp talons. You screamed at him so loud that day, saying you need them to the point where Urogi doesn't dare mess with them again.
Urogi makes fun of you for being in your period. He'll often compare you to Sekido with how angry you get. "Am I bothering you? Why aren't you talking to me? Hello, hello hello" Urogi said, knowing he's being annoying and even using his talon to poke you in a painful way to annoying you "fuck off! Stop that you annoying bird!" You yell "ok ms.sekido, " Urogi said.
You'd never have a problem with Urogi going down on you when it's that month for you since it was normal for a demon to have hunger impulses when they smell blood from a human but you never wanted to give Urogi the satisfaction of how good his tounge felt.
You can tell when Urogi has had his fill but will want to keep playing with you. You'll turn your head with a pout, not looking at his big yellow eyes staring at you. "What? Don't wanna look at me? Is it because I'm a mess with your blood" he mocks you and presses his tounge flat on your clit.
"So much more sensitive then usual" Urogi grabs your thighs spreading them open keeps licking at your clit and feel your legs trembling in his grip. "Oh? Does it feel good? Your legs are shaking, " he said "C'mon tell me how good it feels, " he stops, looking up at you, waiting for an answer
"Fuck... it feels good, keep going" you grab his hair pushing his head closer to your thobbing clit. "Don't worry, I'll have you cumming on my tounge in no time~"
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bigfatbimbo · 25 days
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Sweeter than Wine, Softer than a Summer Night
627 words,, Vox x reader
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a/n — Look at this silly. He is literally the silliest ever what is happening right now.
summary — After a long day of work, Vox comes home in a stubbornly apparent bad mood. The reader takes some actions to fix that.
warnings — literally just fluff, Vox gets tickled, in a cute way not a kink way, I guess hurt/comfort but not really
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Your evening had been quiet, to say the least. Vox was working late and you were laying on your bed with nothing else to do but scroll on your phone.
You had been excited when you got his ‘headed home’ text because, hopefully his entertainingly loud presence would liven up your otherwise dull night.
If you were lucky, he’d even be worked up about something at work and break out onto a passionate speech on his strong feelings for the matter.
However, although you greeted him with a bright smile when he entered your bedroom, it was not returned. A deep frown was practically engraved on his face, only tightening when you happily asked, “Hey, baby. How was your day?”
Unfortunately, you didn’t get much of a reaction. Simply put, he looked worn and upset.
“Perfect.” He grumbled, undoing his tie in the mirror and slipping off his suit jacket. “My day was perfect.”
Jesus, you think, even his sarcasm was lack luster.
Vox sulks over to the bed with a permanently irritated expression etched onto his face. He falls down with a huff and crosses his arms, practically refusing to get comfortable.
“Vox,” you say putting your phone down and turn to him, “Honey, whats wrong? Bad day?”
He doesn’t look at you, but his frown deepens and his shoulders tense, as if recalling a particularly troubling memory.
“Sweetheart, look at me. It was that bad?” Your concern grows momentarily before you analyze his face.
Vox lets out a huff of annoyance and looks down.
He wasn’t sad, nor was he mad at you. He was pouting because, after his long day he didn’t have the energy to explain his feelings to you, and he didn’t want to, and instead compensated with obvious distress.
You sigh and consider a new approach. All of a sudden, a light bulb goes off over your head and a small smile grows on your lips.
“C’mon sweetheart,” gently you pull him into your lap, “Let’s see that pretty smile of yours.”
Your words are laced with a playfulness that temporarily confuses Vox before your fingers start raking up his sides.
Although he tries to hold his stubborn silence, a laugh is stuck in his throat. He bites his lip and squirms away from you but is pulled back, causing him to release a small choked chuckle.
And then the floodgates are open. Giggles spill out of his lips and you tickle his sides. His serious, tired demeanor is gone in seconds as he laughs loudly.
“Oh come on— fuck you!” he says through giggles, “That wasn’t fair!”
You smile and blow a rasberry into his neck, “There’s that adorable laugh. I missed your happy face, baby!”
His laughter continues for another moment as he curses you out under his breath, but momentarily forgets his troubles.
Finally, your arms slow down and Vox’s giggles get lighter and lighter, ending up an uncharacteristically soft smile.
He gets off your lap after a moment and settles for leaning into your side, shutting his eyes tightly and feeling the weight of exhaustion.
“We don’t have to talk about your day, Vox. I just want to make sure you’re happy.”
He nuzzled into your arms furthers and traces your hand with his nail, thinking of what to say.
“It was just meetings and—“ all of a sudden it didn’t seem so severe, “—people being pricks. I don’t know.”
He sighs and continues fiddling with hand before you gently grab his and bring his knuckles up to your lips.
Whether he likes it or not, the action causes a smile to tug at his lips once more. He hides his face in your chest so you couldn’t see his content expression.
“I am, by the way,” he mutters, feeling sleep cloud his mind.
“‘am what?”
He didn’t respond, but you knew the answer; happy.
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a/n — The song lyric title today was more obscure so anyways it’s from This Magic Moment by The Drifters.
Wow! 1950s love song for a Vox fic. Don’t ever say i’m not creative.
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mournings-stars · 1 month
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What's ur take on vox aftercare imagines? :3
tell me why i was so in love with this ask, wrote a whole fic and literally forgot to post it omg ANYWAY i love vox with aftercare cus that television does NOT know what he’s doing
yes he’s used to having to reign in val but convincing someone to not be criminally insane and telling someone they did a good job is a tad bit different yk (LMAO)
i doubt he’s ever actually received aftercare or given it before getting into an actual relation(situation)ship so he fumbles with it at first
he’d definitely get the hang of it tho! like i think in private he’s a very doting s/o (in his own way) like he gives you the princess treatment all day every day (as long as no one else is there to see it)
so i think despite that he kinda lacks in the aftercare department cus he literally doesn’t know it exists until you try to initiate it
anyway for this lil blurb my idea was that reader and vox have been hooking up for a while and have gotten closer (it’s not like vox would let just anyone sleep in his bed) so here u go
Vox would really try to give aftercare. Every time since you started spending the night, he’d clean you up and change the sheets. He’d get you something to wear before he took care of himself, and made sure you had anything you could physically need, but that was it. He wasn’t good at the rest of it. He didn’t think to get you tea (especially because he didn’t even like “leaf water”) or a warm blanket, he didn’t think to tell you how he was feeling or how well you did, and he certainly didn't tell you if he needed anything.
No one, before you, had ever even introduced the idea of aftercare. There was a night where you sleepily told him how well he did, and he told you to “go to sleep if you want to stay here tonight,” but you said, “I have to make sure you’re alright first,” like he was ridiculous, laughing as you kissed his shoulder.
“Of course I’m alright… Are you?” He asked awkwardly, thinking you were trying to hint that he’d done something wrong, maybe hurt you.
“Mhm. Just cold.”
“Then… use your blanket?” He pulled his sheets over you as you groaned, shaking your head at him. “What?”
“Nothing… Nothing.” You tucked the blankets over you, turning away from him as you shut your eyes. “Night.”
And it took him hours to fall asleep. Not only was he utterly confused by you, but he had a very needy feeling in his chest. He had half a mind to check and see if he was hard again, because he certainly didn’t feel it, but that was the only thing that made sense.
That is, until he looked at you, tucked into your blankets and finding himself thinking he would be much warmer than some stupid blanket. Why the fuck were you holding on to a blanket and not him—?
And then he had to pause and collect himself because who the fuck gets jealous over a blanket…?
He gently and reluctantly woke you up, feeling bad for it when he watched you blink your eyes open groggily. He came up with something arbitrary, “you’re pushing me off the bed, pretty.”
“Mmm, sorry,” you mumbled and scooted over. He took the opportunity to scoot closer, gently grabbing your waist to pull you against him. You turned toward him, assuming he wanted something else and sleepily bringing your mouth to his neck.
“As much as I like ‘sleepy sex’,” as you called it, “with you, I just want to — hold you.” You didn’t miss the way his screen glitched when he spoke, and he didn’t miss the smile that came to your face before you went back to sleep.
But of course all the niceties were gone the next day when you left before he woke up, which you always did because that was the agreement you had — but surely that didn’t mean things had to be the same in the bedroom.
So he started researching and apparently, “why the fuck is my… partner… being so nice after sex?” Was a commonly searched question in Hell, as it populated almost immediately after he typed “why.”
That led him to trying, really trying, to give aftercare. The first time, you were shocked, telling him you’d clean up, but he insisted and you relented. You let him do what he wanted, thinking he might just be in a mood, but when he very awkwardly asked if you were alright, you realized what he was doing.
“Why don’t I make us tea?” You suggested, getting up from his bed after he’d given you something to wear. “Is that alright? Or, do you want me to keep you company?”
You were much more attentive, and you always knew what to say. That alone made an error appear on his screen, but you didn’t joke or say anything about it. “That’s fine,” he finally brought himself to say.
“Alright. Be right back.” You gave him a smile, gently squeezing his hand as you passed him by and went to the kitchen.
He wanted to tell you to be quick, as he suddenly felt very lonely when he lost the feeling of your hands on him, but he stopped himself.
As if you read his mind, you came back very quickly, also bringing a bowl of fruit with you (and hot water with lemon and honey for him because, again, leaf water). “Blood sugar,” you said, making him laugh.
“So, you like to eat after…?” He concluded, because “blood sugar” was certainly not a valid justification in Hell. You nodded and he did the same in return. “What else?”
“What else, what?” You asked as you sat next to him in bed after setting the tea and fruit on his nightstand, tucking your legs beneath the covers.
“What else do you like… after?”
This time, you didn’t ignore the error screen, taking it as him pushing for too much. “Don’t worry about that — it’s more about what you need… Like, you like to cuddle,” his screen glitched as he cleared his throat, “because you need a little bit of comfort. I don’t need much; maybe, just, something to wear and sleep — but I’d rather not sleep alone.” He nodded along. “I’ll get everything I like; tea, fruit, whatever.” You gave him a very sweet smile, but he understood you were telling him to not ask any more about what you liked — or, he thought he understood that you didn’t want to get personal. “What do you like?” Then you caught him off guard.
No one had ever prioritized what he liked — or, rather, needed after sex before now, and he certainly never wanted to tell anyone. Who knows how they’d use it against him? But you… you just felt genuine.
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natwritesf1 · 4 months
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   My Sweet Love (Charles Leclerc x FemReader) 
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Summary: The line between friendship and love starts to blur as she experiences a heartbreak. (Friends to lovers)
Word Count: 4.1K (A bit longer due to my absence) 
Warnings: Fluffy and angsty (insecure reader + dealing with a breakup) 
a/n: This is a request, I hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading. 
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Heartbreak is the same thing as changing for a person that didn’t love you at all. It was crazy being so miserable and snappy at people who didn’t deserve it, especially when she was known for her kindness. 
So when Charles felt like his help and company were not enough, he had no choice but to try to fill her void with happiness, to keep insisting because that’s what friends are for. 
“Come on you have to get up amour, it’s time for you to be happy again” 
“You can’t decide that for me, let me be broken” 
“No, he’s happy now, isn’t he? So show him that you can and will be happier without him” 
“With who? He’s with her, while I have no one?” 
“You have me, you’ve always had me”
She knew that he was in love with her, since they were twenty they became instant friends. They met through mutual friends, and everyone thought that they would end up together, but they were platonic soulmates, nothing less or more than that, but he crossed that line when he couldn’t help but wish for the demise of every one of her relationships.
The previous one was torturous for him, three years seeing her be happy with someone that wasn’t him, someone that made her smile and laugh, and while he could do that too, he couldn't kiss her or love her like he wanted to. 
So when that asshole cheated on her, he not only felt anger but also disappointment that she never saw her value. She always ended up heartbroken, so it was time to put herself first. 
“It’s different Charles, and besides I just went through a breakup…”
“Amour you can take all the time to heal and recover but it’s been six months already” 
“So? No one asked you to help me” and he knew that his friend wasn’t the one talking, it was the evil version of her, the one that had no sympathy for anyone, not even for herself. 
“You’re right, you didn’t ask me, but I love you… and I trusted you to not hurt me, and right now you’re being a bad friend” with a kiss to her cheek he walked out of the room, that same room that was filled with guilt and sadness.
He couldn’t leave without at least providing her with a bit of love, because even though he was fuming and feeling unappreciated he still loved her too much to not leave a trace of him behind. 
Was she really that miserable that she was making him feel sad? She knew that he wasn’t the happiest person, his job was tough and draining, leaving him with so many self doubts that she swore to erase. 
So it was time to get up from her pity party, she showered, a bit of self care to look alive. She didn’t care about how she looked, not after Charles had  literally seen the worst version of her. 
The smell of some soup was bothering her nose, she knew that she would have to eat it to not make Charles feel bad, but he knew to never touch the kitchen without supervision. 
“You’re cooking?” She said with a bit of mockery. 
“You're alive!” There goes the teasing.
“Haha funny…” she shily approached his side, she wanted to be close to him, but she didn’t want to be rejected. So he was the one to pull her into his arms, in an embrace that she missed terribly.
“…I’m sorry for being mean, for losing myself in someone that didn’t love me, for allowing him to change the happy and empathetic person that I was, I didn’t even realize that I was hurting you” she said against his chest, her words were a bit muffled that’s how close she was to him but he still heard every single word. 
“It’s okay amour, I know that you were sad, it was selfish of me to demand your sane attention…” she pulled away, she had to if not the soup would’ve been beyond salvageable, he only gave her a sheepish grin. 
“No, but you were right, I have to start thinking about myself, to go back to the person that I was before, a happy girl…Charles are you sure this is edible?”
“I’m not sure?” She took a tiny sip of the broth, instant coughs as she ran for water and all she could think about was his beautiful loud laugh. 
“Did you try the soup or did you just want to put me out of my misery?” 
“I’m sorry I’ll order something” he said wiping his tears away. 
“Yes please” 
“I also have a surprise for you, so start packing, and please pack for the heavy winter” her confused eyes tried to find his, but he was only looking at his phone. 
“What?”
“Just go pack, we leave in about two hours” he never looked up from his phone and she also knew that their conversation was far from over. 
She still walked into her room, if there was something to note about her friendship with Charles is that you never question anything twice, she knew him better than she knew herself and she probably trusted him more than anyone else. 
He loved the same things as her and very rarely their interests didn’t align, but he wouldn't judge her or diminish her hobbies. He was there listening to her music, to her bad jokes, laughing along with no hint of embarrassment.
If she felt out of place, he would make her feel better or if she was embarrassed he would embarrass himself more, just to give people something to talk about. 
He was in no position to care about his image, yes he was relatively well known, but underneath all of his public self, he was a nice and loving person, who oftentimes was the life to her life, without him she wouldn’t be able to live, the love of her life, platonically or not. 
“The foods her…woah! That’s a big suitcase” 
“I can’t pack lightly, you haven’t told me where we’re going?” 
“ to the maintains…the snowy mountains of Chamonix”
“You probably only want to go skiing, which you know I can’t do” 
“Yeah, but now I haven’t giving you a chance to say no, we’re just going” 
“There’s a reason for that, I can’t survive the cold” 
“There’s fireplaces in each room, you’ll be fine and plus if you need another source of warmth I’m going as well” 
“Right so you only want cuddles?”
“Precisely, so let me help you pack, after we eat” they rushed eating, the breakfast was cold and dry, but they never cared about food, at least he didn’t care when he was with her. 
Opening her suitcase was easy, since everything sprung out, but they were able to remove a few items that weren’t needed and an extra ten pairs of underwear that she overpacked. 
“You don’t need twenty pairs, we’re only going for a week, pack at least ten” 
“Charles you don’t understand, how many did you pack?”
“Just seven, you don’t need more” 
“That’s not ok, what if you have an accident?”
“I won’t shit myself amour, and neither would you, so leave ten” the bickering ended with him winning, but you can’t be too sure. She had to sit on her luggage and only then, he could zip it up. 
“It’s only us going so we’re driving” she smiled at the fact that they were going alone.
“How far is it by car? And are we taking a fancy car?”
“Only like seven hours, considering the weather and traffic, so if we leave now we will make it in time to sleep” 
“That’s not very fun is it?”
“No but the road trip will be…oh and I’m not taking my fancy car, I rented one” she let out a breath of relief, she hated fast cars, she didn’t understand his need to drive a dangerous looking car, if what his job demanded of him was even worse, so wouldn't that be a reminder that driving was meant to be scary? 
“Good, I’m all set, let's go” with a reassuring smile and a kiss to her forehead they made their way to his car. 
“Thank you Charles, you’re the best at getting me out of my little hole” 
“I’ll do anything for you and you should know that by now” 
“I’m sorry, but you’re literally perfect…the most perfect boy” 
“You only say that because you love me, I’m very damaged” 
“And I’m not saying you’re not, but I hold you accountable, you know I do…if you’re not treating a girl right I tell you, if you’re being a bad friend I tell, and now you told me, that’s what friends are for, to tell each other the good and the bad…you could be damaged and at the same time perfect” 
“You’re perfect all the time…”
“But he broke me Charles, I couldn’t pretend to be alright, not this time…” he wanted to change the subject, he always would in times when a topic was too much for her.
“Amour, I know that he broke you and that he made you feel like you weren’t enough for him, but you will be alright because you have the one person that believes you to be perfect, and that’s me, you’re perfect” 
“Even if I was all snotty and gross?” 
“I would still wipe your snot and hug you if you're gross” with a little giggle she disagreed with him. 
“Liar, but you did wipe my snot with your finger that one time, that’s why I believe you’re perfect, because you see me for who I am, not some lost cause, you love me…thanks for that…for loving me” he looked over at her, careful to only meet her gaze one time and focus back on driving, all to hold tightly to her hand. 
“Through the damage and the perfection right?” She kissed his hand, a big exaggerated kiss. 
The rest of the drive was random fights over who got to pick the next song, shrieks of horror from her due to the tight and high roads, warnings of his speed to him and him having to remind her that he did this for a living. 
“I do this for a living amour…”
“I know but it’s a bit scary, so both hands on the wheel” 
“Hey, it’s fine bébé, you're safe with me”
“I have no doubt about that, but my fear of heights is getting to me ok and plus I need to pee again” he groaned and she laughed, because she had a weak bladder and the cold outside was not helping. 
“This is the fourth time in four hours, no more water or coffee ok?” 
“It’s the cold Charles, you just don’t want the heat because it suffocates you, so no complaining”
“That's the reason why I’m stopping every hour because we always compromise” and that was true, so she only nodded as they continued to look for a place for her to pee, however that didn’t stop the bickering the whole way to their cabin. 
She was surprised that their cabin was cozy and not like the previous one in which he stayed with his other friends. The dark sky was beautiful, clear enough to let the stars shine, but beyond the cabin there were only snowy trees and mountains.
“It’s beautiful here Charles”
“Only the best for you…” he said as he hauled all of their luggage into the cabin. “…amour please lock the car, I’m not sure if they brought all of the food, I got all the food you like” quick teasing break for her, laughing at his bad cooking skills. 
“I will cook as well, I don’t want you poisoning me or yourself”  finally locking the door, he started to complain about the cold, but he still refused to look at the fireplace in front of him. 
“Seriously Char, the heat will help us”
“Absolutely not, we have blankets” 
“I won’t cuddle you if you get cold” 
“I hate the feeling of the heat, so I will beg for a cuddle and you won’t be able to say no” 
“Whatever, I’m going to go and shower, and please don’t touch the stove” he only yelled that he wouldn’t, but regardless the fireplace was functioning properly, he would not allow her to get sick after a shower due to a cold room.
The hug that she gave him after, told him that she appreciated everything he did for her, not just because of the fire.
As they laid on her bed, they saw the sky through there, he made sure that it had a skylight. Only because she loved how versatile the sky was, every step taken was a different sky, from weird clouds that didn’t allow for the sun to shine, and others that were just there to look pretty. To sad and happy days as well, the sky mirrored the uncertainty of life, no matter if they tried to control it, it was filled with chaos. 
“I’m very lucky, do you know that?”
“Why amour?”
“Because you’re the only friend that stayed, we met through some friends and they all left me, maybe it was me who pushed them away after him, he took over and I let him” 
“You were in love there’s nothing wrong with that, he was good to you, until he…”
“He cheated on me, he was a dream to be with, and then he didn’t listen to me, he didn’t kiss me, he just didn’t love me, and it was the guilt Charles, I lost my mind for someone that didn’t love me” 
“If I didn’t love you, I swear I would lose my mind” cold feet brushing against each other, but their hands always seemed to intertwine, searching for a bit of comfort. 
“To love is to lose your mind, is it not?” His hold tightened.
“I’m the lucky one, because you love me” 
“I do and you love me…”
“More than you could ever imagine” she hugged him, laying against his chest, he slowly traced her arm with his lingering fingertips. 
“you put everyone else to shame, you call me bébé and amour without a care in the world, thank you for that”
“That’s a lot of appreciation for me amour, you’re also a magnet for envy, but what can I say you’re absolutely perfect”
“I’ll take that as a compliment for now, I hate jealousy, any kind, it’s not good for the heart” 
“Trust me it’s really not good” he hated himself every time he would get jealous, he wasn’t proud of his actions but that made him stupid and in love, which were never good combined. 
“Now can we say that we’re bad at picking a significant other, we can’t make them stay…”
“We stay, and that’s enough for me” with a kiss to her head, they whispered a tiny good night. He let out a breath of pure relief, he had her in his arms and she completed him, but did she feel the same way for him?
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“I didn’t have to grieve you today” he was a bit confused and bothered by the bright light coming from the skylight, so much so that he didn’t process her words. 
“What was that amour?”
“I said that I dreamt of you, and you were here as I opened my eyes, so that means that I didn’t grieve a what if because you’re hugging me…you’re keeping me warm” 
“Do you usually dream of me?” 
“Yes, stupid what ifs, absurd is the right word for my feelings” 
“Why?”
“Because my dreams and feelings can’t interfere in the real world, I can’t lose you” 
“And why would you lose me?”
“Because I love you” 
“I love you too…dream with me yeah? Let’s go back to sleep and let’s pretend that we’re not a "what if”” and she did close her eyes one more time, the calm breathing meant a peaceful sleep. 
However he couldn’t sleep, because if there was a chance that she would return his feelings, they should allow for a deeper connection, they had to end up together.
“Hey sleepy girl, ready to start our day?” 
“Yes, but no skiing”
“Ok what do you want to do instead?”
“Let’s bake, and then build a snowman, have a snowball fight, and maybe make snow angels…but no skiing”
“Ok anything else?” 
“Yes, let’s just cuddle for a bit” they fought to keep their cold feet from touching.
“Don’t touch me with your cold feet” he whined 
“Why not? Yours are cold as well, you were suppose to wear socks” 
“I’m not wearing socks, because regardless of my warm feet, you would get me cold” They eventually did settle only because he put some socks to warm her up, he would do anything for her. 
“Charles?…” She was met with a little calm hum.
“Do you remember what I told you?” 
“Yes” 
“Good” with a kiss to his cheek she exclaimed that she was ready for some breakfast. Jumping to her feet and leaving him confused and a bit fluffy from the kiss. 
He offered to make the toast and with a hesitant nod, he got to work while she made them coffee and some eggs, she didn’t know why but she loved eggs in the morning and her love for them was passed down to him. 
“See I didn’t burn them” he proudly showed off his nicely toasted bread.
“Good Char, let’s eat…” she gave him a tiny pat on his head and just like old times they ate in silence, until she asked for his help once again.
“…I’m unemployed now, I’ve been so for three months, all my money is going into the apartment and I need to find another job, apparently me scaring the children away with my cries was enough for them to fire me, so another daycare would be lovely, do you know any other fancy ones?” 
“I’m not sure amour, I could ask around, you made good impressions although you did cry the first three months of the breakup the kids loved you” 
“I know they did but they just didn’t recognize me” he saw a quick flash of the broken version of her, but she was fast to react and give a warm smile.
“If you want to stay at my apartment, you can…” he shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the side in an innocent like manner “…so you could save the little money you have left and while you’re free from the burden of paying your rent you could look for jobs” 
“Are you sure?” He nodded, knowing her, she would find a job quickly to not bother him, and then she would be back on her feet, loving her independence. 
“Yes, we’re lucky that your place came furnished so not a lot of packing huh?” 
“Thank you baby, you’re the best” he smiled warmly at the nickname, the same one that didn’t make an appearance for three years, out of respect for her boyfriend. 
She knew that she had to rush her job hunting, all to not invade his privacy, but she was running out of money and she didn’t want to take more than she could give, so a quick stay in his home and then a few cuddles and nice prepared meals would be enough to pay for her stay right? 
She fondly touched his cheek and he sunk further into her touch. The loss of contact was painful, he needed to blurt out his feelings. 
Their morning was spent baking all sorts of chocolate pastries, from brownies to cookies, all with the excuse that they would go and play in the snow after, but there wasn’t anything wrong with indulging in a few prohibited foods. 
Then they played some boring board games that the cabin provided, monopoly was boring because just like she couldn’t manage her money in real life, the game was a nice reminder that play pretend was not so much different from reality. 
They also built a snowman, a nicely looking one with a bunch of Ferrari merchandise, wonky carrots, twigs and some pebbles from the fireplace completed their very first snowman. 
“It looks like you Charles!” A loud laugh from her and a tiny shove from him started what she declared a snowball fight, the snow falling was a beautiful sight, adding to their already perfect day.
Her giggles were contagious and not to mention her appearance, disheveled hair, reddish nose and a smile that was so wide… that was the best version of her. 
He ran to her and a nice little tackle ended with them making snow angels, and soon they migrated to each other's arms, to seek the warmth that they desperately needed. 
“Today was perfect, it’s so beautiful here” a gently poke to his dimple and he broke into a nice heavenly laugh.
“You deserve this” there was nothing but pure and genuine love in his eyes.
“I’ve always felt like I’m not enough, but that all changes when I’m with you, you bring out the best in me, and again I’m sorry if I lost myself for a bit, that I was a bad friend” 
“The worst part was seeing you in pain and feeling like I couldn’t help you, that hurt more than your indifference or anger, but I have you back and I’m not letting you go” 
“Do you think that we’re actually platonic soulmates or just soulmates?”
“Soulmates of any kind, but still remaining together…” he had to tell her, now it was his chance “…but I want to be together with you, take a romantic approach and see where it leads us, I know that our friendship is strong and that it could endure everything, if we’re lost we will always find each other…just please say you feel the same way” he was begging for clarity, begging for her to let go of all her doubts. 
“Our love goes deeper than just a friendship I’ve known it for years, I just didn’t want to act on my feelings because I couldn’t afford losing you…but you lost me for a bit and I’m still here, so I know that if I let our love slip away that means never having your aide… and this void can only be filled with you, with what you provide and I want to give us a chance to love…I love you baby” 
“I love you too…” and he kissed her under the dark sky and above a pile of snow. His hands cradled her face as her fingers tangled in his hair, it was a desperate attempt to pull each other closer, to make everything more real.
But as their lips molded together, everything was better than a dream, she wouldn’t have to grieve for a what if, because he was actually devouring her, every inch of her body shook with love.
The tiny pecks all over her face, the gentle hold on her waist and the glassy eyes, that was his way to show off his love. To show her that he understood her, to make her realize that he wouldn’t leave her empty. 
The tiny gasps for air, the kiss to his nose and eyelids, and her teary eyes, were the start of a few tears and laughs. A happy yet melancholic moment because they missed out on so much but at the same time they didn’t.
What ifs that they could finally make a reality, he was hers and she was his, a sweet kind of love that not many have because they waited to be lonely.
They understood that time and distance weren’t always in their favor, but that no matter what their yearning would bring them closer than ever.
They were finally together, all because he found her in her moment of absence, when she was broken. What now? A question that they didn’t ask because they already knew that whatever the outcome, would result in them belonging to each other. 
The end…
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a/n: Friends to lovers is my favorite trope, but since she was going through a breakup she needed a bit of  time to process her wounds, that’s why I didn’t jump straight in with a confession. Thank you so much for the request and for reading; sorry that it took a while but I have so much to write with not a lot of time. Lots of love and stay warm- Nat ❤️ 
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genshin-obsessed · 10 months
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You Get Injured! | Honkai Star Rail
I finally finished! AND! I added Caelus! Kinda forgot he existed for a second lmao. I personally think the delivery for this took way too long but it's ok now! ^w^ I hope you like it! ✧ Includes: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Sampo, Blade ✧ Extra: Angst ahead! The consistency is weird here cuz my writing always gets longer as I write. Meaning the first one I start with is short and the last one is ridiculously long. I did try to even it out a little, though. Also I was supposed to have banners for this but... I completely forgot about them
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➺ Caelus
Caelus had told you to wait before going anywhere dangerous because he wanted to join you. You two could protect one another. But you didn’t listen because he took slightly too long. Not that you were that impatient but you just wanted to get your task done, yanno? Caelus was also a super busy guy and the last thing you wanted was to give him more work. Your plan was to go in, do what you needed, and be done by the time he got here. Simple, right?
You were too far. Too far. Caelus’ heart was pounding out of his chest as his legs moved as fast as they could to get to you. He’d just heard what happened- you’d gotten attacked by some fragmentum monsters. All he knew was you were hurt badly. His mind was a mess with all sorts of awful scenarios. The worst one was seeing you dead. He could literally imagine your headstone and he hated it. Every second of it.
The second he saw you, he engulfed you in the tightest of hugs almost forgetting you were injured. You groaned which made him realize he was too rough. He apologized and was quick to get you medical help. There was so much blood- like everywhere. It was leaving a trail as he got you to the medics. It was horrifying and he’d never felt so scared before in his life.
He was next to you the entire time. Like day in, day out, he was beside you helping you heal. Your injuries were so bad, you were unable to do anything for the first two weeks. Caelus helped you with everything. You kept apologizing, but he wouldn’t have any of it. He just insisted that you need to focus on getting better and he was right here beside you, where he belonged.
Honestly, after the whole thing, Caelus was a lot more aware and attentive. Not that he wasn’t before, but now he was super careful. That day was one of the hardest and seeing you like that? That was a day he never forgot and never wanted to re-encounter. So, whenever you wanna go somewhere, he always wants to join (especially if it’s dangerous).
➺ Dan Heng
Dan Heng has never, ever doubted you or your abilities to fight. Anywhere you’d go, he’d simply join out of the intent to be good company. He would miss you. But he never doubted you… and he never thought you could get hurt out there. You were always so strong and unbeatable.
When he heard the news, he felt his heart drop. His entire body froze and he didn’t exactly understand what he was being told. You were injured? Badly? What happened? Who did it? Weren’t you just going to a friend’s place? How could this happen?
When Dan Heng saw you- your figure which was covered in blood, your teary eyes, your limp- he raced to hold you tightly in his arms. How could he let this happen? How could he allow you to get hurt like this when he had the ability to protect you? He didn’t do his part as a good boyfriend. The entire time, he did his best not to break down, knowing it was more important to take care of you than cry.
Through the entire healing process, Dan Heng was glued to your side. He was at your beck and call- anything you needed, he got for you. There was a period where he was super nervous about having others around, but quickly came to the decision that it was unhealthy and he needed to step back. You were still happy to have him around.
The aftermath with everything was expected. Every time you left on your own, Dan Heng just had a wave of panic and uncertainty. He always had that thought in the back of his mind of you not making it back to him. He tried not to let it get to him, but he couldn’t help it. You got hurt before, so why not this time? You make sure to call to let Dan Heng know everything is ok when you arrive at your destination and sometimes, you just take him with! After all, he is your boyfriend and you adore his company.
➺ Welt
You and Welt made a good team, having fought a lot together. So, if you went off on your own or with another team, he didn’t really need to worry. He knew your capabilities and didn’t underestimate you at any point. Though, he hadn’t stopped to think… maybe you weren’t invincible.
Himeko was the first to tell him and the way she looked when she brought it up is what initially scared him. Himeko had run all the way to him, her eyes were wide with worry, and she was breathing heavily. She only said, “(y/n) got attacked.” Welt could feel his heart sinking into his stomach as the numerous bad scenarios came to his mind. Most of them included a dead you.
Welt couldn’t rest- he had to see you and right this second. Himeko wasted no time and quickly took him to see you. You were already at the hospital but when he saw you… he pretty much broke down. Himeko had never seen him like that and bargained with the doctors to let him see you just for a minute. They agreed and let him in. You weren’t awake which sent another wave of terror through him. What if you never woke up? His fears were settled when you did eventually wake up, but you were in bad shape.
Your recovery was taken extremely seriously by Welt. He made sure you ate meals at proper times, you were drinking enough fluids, and he even made sure you took the time to get up and walk around for a few minutes every now and then. He was pretty much your personal nurse and he happily took on the job. He wasn’t upset, he made time, and he took really good care of you.
Honestly, afterward, Welt had a few nightmares. When he saw you, you weren’t awake. There were nights where he walked to you in that hospital bed and you just flatlined. It became a deep-rooted fear for him. You didn’t realize how bad it was until there was a day where you forgot to call him when you left and he just panicked, acting nothing like his usual composed self. He apologized for losing his composure but you appreciated seeing what you did because now you knew how worried he got. He’s definitely an overprotective boyfriend now.
➺ Sampo
Sampo didn’t take things too seriously a lot of the time. He wasn’t neglectful or anything, but he was just a goofy guy. Due to his laid-back attitude, Sampo didn’t worry when you said you were going to visit Rivet Town to help Hook with something. He didn’t necessarily take into account how dangerous it was and just happily kissed you goodbye and told you to be safe. I mean… you tried.
Of course, he was busy doing what he did best when he saw Hook… running to him with tears in her eyes. The entire event that morning came rushing back and he just knew. Hook barely had to say anything and Sampo was demanding she take him to you. Hook took Sampo to Natasha’s clinic, which is where you’d made it to before collapsing. The entire time, he was blaming himself. He should’ve offered to go with you, he should’ve asked more- he should've been there.
He tried to hug you but you were unconscious on the bed, so all he could do was just wait until you woke up. He refused to let go of your hand- no matter what anyone said- he stood his ground. Eventually, they just relented and let him stay. You woke up only a few hours later, absolutely exhausted and clearly recovering.
Sampo was your personal nurse but he wasn’t the best at it. Sometimes he’d mess up, drop things, make it harder for you but… it always made you laugh. You could see that Sampo was very upset with himself and this was his desperate way to make up for it, even though he knew there was no way to do that. But you happily accepted it. You could see how much he loved you just from that.
The aftermath was… a bit to get used to. Sampo never let you go into danger zones alone. No matter what. However, you were never one to disagree. What was odd was his seriousness. A lot of Sampo’s laid-back-ness kinda went away after what happened. Of course, it wasn’t permanent but it was a bit upsetting. You could see the toll your accident had taken on him. He worried- a lot. He even admitted he’ll get flashes of that day and he wonders where he would have been had you not woken up. You just give him a big tight hug to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.
➺ Blade
Blade was always overprotective, he knew you were squishy. Meaning, you’re mortal. If someone poked you hard enough, you’d die. He didn’t want that to happen, so he was always making sure you were ok. He kept an eye on you, stuck around you, and just had your back all the time. There was one day- ONE- where he failed. And that was the day he paid the price.
When he heard, he felt nothing but pure rage for whatever hurt you. The second emotion he felt was pure disappointment in himself. He let that happen. HE did, no one else. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt if he wasn’t busy and had made time for you. He did every other day so why not this one? When he saw you, he didn’t have much of a physical reaction other than wide eyes and engulfing you in a hug. But deep inside, he hated himself for a bit because this was his fault.
Blade refused to leave your side and if anyone even dared to suggest he did, he brought down every last bit of that rage on them. He stuck by you the entire time you were under medical observation. Once you were able to go home, he did everything for you. If you dared to lift a finger to do anything, he just sent his signature glare your way. You would giggle sheepishly and just lay back down.
There was a change in his personality at home. He was much softer. He was always asking if you were ok, he would do anything, and he was super affectionate. He would hold you all the time, give you quick kisses, and just let you know he loved you. All the time. It was an unusual change but not one you hated. You loved Blade and him giving you all sorts of affection was great! A bit weird, but great!
The aftermath was expected: Blade basically became your personal bodyguard. He wasn’t very affectionate in public, but at home, that new side remained. It was as if there was a switch that had been flipped. Eventually, you finally asked him when he literally tickled you one night. He said, “I thought you were gonna die. And I realized… I didn’t get to show you just how much I love you.” That was all he was willing to say on it. You were so happy to hear that. It was nice to see how soft Blade could be with you when no one was looking.
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bakubunny · 4 months
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bad days & insecurities | katsuki x f!reader
a/n: here’s another untouched excerpt i had sitting in my drafts that i don’t think i’ll finish. enjoy.
tw: f!reader, chubby reader, insecurities, comfort fluff
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“Just - just don’t fucking touch me,” you said angrily.
“The fuck? What do you mean, don’t touch you?”
You chanced a glance his way and saw the hurt in Katsuki’s eyes. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe-
“Huh?”
“I mean don’t touch me. I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied. “And I know you hate it when I tell you that, but that’s the answer you’re getting.”
“No, it’s not. What the fuck is going on?” he asked, his voice raising.  
“It doesn’t fucking matter, Katsuki,” you shouted. “Just drop it.”
You walked to the bathroom hoping to secure some privacy, but Katsuki wasn’t having it. 
You reached for he handle as he slammed the door away from your hand into the wall, wide open. You knew him enough to know it took all of his effort not to force you to look his way. But right now you didn’t care. Everything inside hurt, it hurt too much. All you wanted was the hot water on your back and the lights off so you didn’t have to see what parts of you didn’t deserve him. 
“If you don’t get the hell out of this bathroom and let me shower-”
“Look at me.”
“No,” you said. 
He wouldn’t let it go. 
“Please, baby. I - I won’t yell, I promise,” Katsuki said, pain evident in his voice. 
It felt like hot daggers in your stomach. A lump grew in your throat. 
“It’s not that. Not you. I’m sorry for being so childish,” you said. “I’m having a really tough day, that’s all.”
“Then let me-”
“No,” you said firmly. “I need to be alone.”
Katsuki stood quietly. 
“Please, Kats.” Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. 
“Was it that fucking bitch again? She getting into your head?” he asked. 
‘That bitch’ was a shitty coworker who never seemed to shut up about you. What you ate, what you wore, how your body looked, your job performance. Someone who had the gall to tell you to your face that you weren’t good enough for the hero standing in the room. Who said that he could do so much better. 
“No, I just…” 
“What is it?” he said. 
“You don’t want the truth.” Your voice was quiet and pleading. 
“The fuck are you on about, babe? Yes, I do.”
You took a deep breath. “You deserve better. I don’t want to elaborate. And I don’t want you to console me or tell me I’m wrong right now. My body feels gross, and I want to process it on my own.”
The crushing hug he pulled you into knocked the air out of your chest. “Kats-”
“Shut it. I want to hold you, n you’re gonna let me,” he said grumpily. Katsuki kissed you on the head. “Fuckin’ tellin’ me I can’t touch you. ‘S bullshit.”
You cracked a little grin, your face pressed into his chest. He held you in silence for what felt like ages, but eventually a calmness soothed the tightness in your stomach.
“I love you. Can I shower now?” you asked.
He sighed. “Fine. But I’m not done with you, little miss. You owe me a damn kiss or ten after that.”
You laughed and met his scowling gaze.
“That’s fair.” You leaned in and stood on your toes. “How about one for the road to start with?”
“‘S more like it.” Katsuki lifted your chin, pressing his soft lips to yours.
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spookiekewchie · 4 months
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Characters: og form!Ryomen Sukuna x woc!reader
Summary: Sukuna has some points to prove.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: my poor attempt at coming out of retirement, monsterfucking bc sukuna, mean!sukuna (imean is there any other type of sukuna?), rough sex, restrained reader, crying, possessive behavior, there's a slap, biting, bloodplay (sukuna bites the reader with his fangies), p in v, this is literally just filth with no plot or reason, sorry not sorry.
A/N: Yeeeah so if this is trash my bad. It's been a minute since I wrote anything, but leave it to the walking red flag that is sukuna to drag me out of retirement smh. I gave it a look over but I might have missed some errors and typos. My bad if I did. The divider is by @cafekitsune
DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don’t forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.
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Sukuna laughs, the sound just as mean as it always is coming from him. It’s a mocking sound as he looks down on your panting form, a hard thrust of his fat cock spearing into you just for good measure, all so he can watch the way you tremble and choke on your screams. This is how he likes you, helpless, trapped under him as two of his hands hold your thighs apart and the other two hands keep your wrists pinned. There’s nothing you can do to escape him as he fucks you past your limits, using you until you think you might truly break apart on his cock. 
He’s obsessed with pushing you to this point, craves seeing that proud attitude of yours crumble as he fucks you mindless and reminds you of your place. Under him, at his mercy, his to possess and own because he can’t let you go. It’s not love, but merely obsession. The closest he can get to such a cursed emotion, and with every thrust that drives his cock deep inside you he punishes you for making him feel this way. You’re under his skin, in his thoughts, worming your way in so much so that you can push him to moments like these where his self control shatters. He can’t let you go because he won’t have his perfect pet used against him, and he won’t kill you because despite all his meanness he wants you close. 
You know it too, that’s why you push buttons, and do what no one else would ever dare to do. Because you know you’ll get away with it with your life intact. Your ability to walk on the other hand? Well that might take a day or two, at the least, to recover. This is your only real revenge against Sukuna, pushing him and provoking him to act on what he feels just so you know you aren’t the only one affected by his obsession with you. Funny how your revenge always ends up with you in tears though. 
“S…sukuna, please…” There it is, what he wants to hear out of you. That broken, tearful plea for mercy that he has no intention of showing you. The hands at your thighs move to push your knees to your chest, spreading you open more for his benefit than your own. The sound you make when he manages to sink even deeper inside you is like a sweet symphony to the King of Curses as he shifts both of your wrists into one hand so he can grip your chin with the other. 
He leans down, turning your head to the side. You shudder when you feel his tongue dragging over your pulse point before you feel his fangs dragging against it. Your mind is too lost to try and stop him, and you can only give another broken, sobbing moan when you feel him bite down. It hurts for only a moment before he soothes over the place he’s bitten, tasting the sweetness of your blood with a heady groan. You know he’s marked you in a place that you won’t easily be able to hide. You clench around him, so hard and so tightly that the formidable King of Curses lets out a deep rumbling growl as he lets his hips surge forward. “You. Are. Mine.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and each one draws a broken cry of pleasure from your lips.
The grip he has on your chin tightens, your head snapping forward as he forces your gaze to return to him. Tears stream down your cheeks, and he swears there’s no more beautiful sight than you being brought to tears by his cock. Sukuna grins, fangs dripping red, and his mouth still bloody from marking your flesh. He uses his grip on your jaw to make you nod your head. “Say it.” He commands, and you have no fight in you to deny him. 
“Yours. Only yours.” You sob, the pleasure overwhelming and far too intense. You’ve no idea how many times he’s forced you to fall apart around his cock, but you can feel yourself reaching that impossible peak again. You feel as if you’ll go mad if he pushes you past it again, and you try weakly to plead with him once more. “Please…I—” He cuts you off with a growl that reverberates through your whole being and strikes you silent. 
“You can.” Sukuna tells you simply, “and you will.” He continues, his cock continuing to rock into you again and again as he claims what’s his. “Now.” It’s an order, and your body bends to his will, the climax hitting you so hard that your vision whites out and you let loose a raw, hoarse scream as your essence floods his cock. Sukuna chuckles darkly at the way you go limp under him, his perfect broken toy. The thought of someone as strong as you, as defiant, and difficult under him like this is enough to send him careening the edge himself. “Who am I?” He questions, giving your cheek a sharp slap to rouse you enough to your senses to answer. 
“My king…” You mutter, words slurred and barely above a whisper with how exhausted you are. It’s enough though, just enough to have Sukuna chasing his own release until he spills deep inside of you. The sound of your pathetic needy mewls as his spend paints your walls, earns a low hum of approval, though he doubts you’re conscious enough to bask in it. 
“That’s what I thought.” He says, hands releasing your limbs while he pulls himself from your warmth, admiring the way he leaks out of you for a moment before his thick fingers are pushing his cum back into you with a laugh at the way you whine. “Perhaps you’ll think twice before trying to provoke me again.” His words are mocking despite knowing this is a lesson you will never learn. Sukuna hovers over you for a moment, watching your barely conscious form. If you could see it you’d swear he was on the verge of kissing you, the thought of you opening your eyes to see him so close with a look of…near fondness on his face is enough to make the King of Curses pull away. Muttering to himself he stalks over to where he’s cast off his robe, shrugging back into it with a mildly frustrated grunt before he calls out. “Uraume!” 
The loyal servant of Sukuna appears in a near instant, obediently awaiting instruction. “Clean her up, tend to the bruises and…” He pauses for a moment, silently cursing himself for the impulsive mark he’s left behind. “And her neck.” It’s all he says before he stalks off to contemplate just how much of a mistake it was to keep you this close. He doesn’t see the way Uraume scowls at the task they’ve been given, he would hardly care if he did. He knows that they will complete the task to the best of their ability, and you’ll be cared for in the end.
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privitivium · 12 days
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Concept: A loser yandere who pretends to have a girlfriend for literal months just so he can get a pity fuck from reader when they "break up". Thoughts?
bro,,, sinful thoughts,,....,,,, ehrngnkfkg
loser who spends so much time orchestrating his plan for you to pity fuck him. he was certain you would,,, he'd just have to act even more pitiful n sorrowful... even telling you about his "girlfriend" but its literally shit that you've done together and he's just replacing you with a made-up chick... ignoring how happy you seem for him and imagining that happiness as jealousy. then,,, finally... he decides a month n a half of his fake relationship is enough. coming to your doorstep and making himself cry on command,,, sniffling as you open the door all concerned for ur best friend after receiving his spam messages of ",, it hurts,,," "she left me", "she cheated on me, my chest hurts so bad"... etcetera.
"h-holy shit, you're gonna be okay bro... that girl doesnt know what shes missing out on..." loser's heart swelling and feeling all warm n tingly as you gently guide him into your home, a bit too conscious of the warmth ur palm emits on his shoulders. you merely had a plan of getting drunk and letting him rant to you or just letting him sleep it off with his head in ur lap... loser often takes advantage of the fact that you're touchy/affectionate,,, and a little stupid,,, i mean, cmon. he was legit giving you hearteyes everytime you hung out n you believe he has a girlfriend?!!!
loser shakes his head, trembling as he hugs himself; leaning in toward your embrace - "nn-ngh,, please, dude... i - i need you." choking back tears as he lurches forward, burying his face in your chest - covering his tearful visage, another sob racking his smaller frame n getting ur shirt all gross n wet with tears. "bro, i got you... don't worry." you breathe out, eyes narrowed in worry as you guide him to the comfort of ur living roomㅡ
"n-no, bro..." he whimpers, sobbing and wiping away his snot n drool dribbling down his chin, "i- i need... a distraction... y-you,,, please... help me - it-it hurts so bad,,," uhh... took a little while for you to understand, but you got it...
you were so nervous - like, hes ur bro... what if he comes out of whatever hes in and realizes hes trying to fuck his best friend?? lil do you know he was very much conscious of his pleas. and,,, fuck it was so worth it,,,. taking advantage of your fat veiny cock stuffed deep inside his hole that he's played with using toys but feeling something real - something warm, knowing it was yours, your body wrapped around his made him cum near instantaneously. shit was otherworldly for his loser nerd taint ㅡ "f-fuck, yyes uah-mmfgh.." unable to form a coherent thought, nor a coherent sentence while his body rocks back n forth on your cock, so unbothered by his own smaller cock drooling cum inbetween his fleshy thighs,,,,,, making ur couch all dirty. fucker.
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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.2
P.1
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summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..
warnings: slight angst, swearing, not that much this time, let me know is i missed anything.
purple: Mia
pink: y/n
orange: Chris
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I scream in a pillow as I’m letting out all my angry and sad tears. We’ve been here for hours ever since we got home from the party.
“It’s okay y/n..” Mia reassures me while rubbing my back in slow circles.
I look at her dead in the eyes.
“Y’know.” she cuts herself off by clearing her throat.
“Not to make you feel bad or anything, but I never thought he was good enough for you.” she speaks again.
“I just didn’t say anything because i didn’t want to make you think I didn’t like him, I mean now I definitely don’t.” she says as she places one of her hands on her chest.
I laugh a bit, “You should have at least warned me before this all started, I just wasted a whole year and a half of my life.” I reply.
I face plant into the pillow as she frowns at me.
“Look at the bright side! now you’re free, you can do whatever you want.” she speaks, attempting to cheer me up.
I don’t respond.
She sighs harshly.
“C’mon get up, let’s pack his stuff and drop it off.” she says as she tries to drag me out of bed.
I groan and sit up.
“Fine, can you go grab that box on the floor there?” I say almost above a whisper.
She nods and pulls it in front of me.
I take off his promise ring and the matching necklace that I swore I would never take off and throw it in there, remembering every detail of the day he gave it to me.
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Chris and I sat at the empty beach watching the sunrise.
He clears his throat and breaks the silence. “Hey I got you something.” he speaks with the biggest smile on his face.
I smile seeing his face light up.
“What is it?” I ask confused but intrigued.
“Wait one second.” He says holding up his finger turning around to shuffle around his bag.
A few minutes later he turns back around with that charming smile.
“I got you these since your the best girlfriend ever, i’ll never ever hurt you. If i do i’d hate myself for life, I love you Y/n Rose, Macy.” He says pulling out the most beautiful ring and necklace i have ever seen.
I gasp as I feel genuine tears of happiness stream down my face as he puts on the necklace and slides on the ring.
I look at the ring once more.
I smile and lunge onto him engulfing him in the tightest embrace ever.
“I love you so much Chris.”
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I feel tears dwell on my waterline as Mia picks up his clothes all around my room.
Mia looks at me and drops the clothes on the floor to hug me.
I sob into her chest. She glances at the box and sees why I’m crying.
“Poor baby..” she says so quiet that if you didn’t listen you would’ve missed it.
Her words only made me cry harder.
“It’s okay y/n, just cry, let it out.” She says softly.
At that, I start wailing and gripping the back of her sweatshirt.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re hurt because of what he did. But sooner or later you’re gonna realize that men ain’t shit, you have to learn to be strong on your own. I know you can.” She says quietly stern.
I start to calm down a bit and pull away. I sniffle and Mia wipes my tears with her thumb.
“You don’t know how much you mean to me Mia, you’re literally my favorite person on this planet.” I say, my voice shaking a bit.
She smiles at me and bends down to pick up the clothes and drops it in the box, covering the ring and necklace.
I watch it disappear under the clothes.
I stand up and walk over to my shelves where all his gifts are.
I swipe them all with one arm and carry them over to the box dropping them in.
Mia leaves the room and comes back with a paper, marker, and tape.
I plop down on the bed and roll over, lost in my thoughts.
Mia tapes the box shut and tapes the paper on top of it.
“Chris’s stuff”
I groan and look at the time. “3:24am”.
“Hey Mia, are you tired?” I question sitting up against the headboard.
“No, you?” she says crawling next to me.
“Not at all. I want to do something, to Chris.” I say with confidence.
Mia opens her Mouth to speak.
“We can start off with something like this.”
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“So how exactly is trashing his house gonna make him feel the way i felt?” I question Mia as she parks down the street.
“It’s not, it’s just gonna let you release your anger. This is just the start. Also, don’t tell your mom I said to do this. I’m not a bad influence I swear. I want your mom to actually like me.” She says grabbing the bags in the backseat and opening her door.
I grab the box of Chris’ stuff and hop out the car as well.
“What are in those bags anyway?” I ask Mia while walking beside her.
“Ohh y’know just eggs and toilet paper.” She says shrugging.
I roll my eyes and chuckle.
“You’re fucking crazy, that’s a waste of money!” I speak with a smile plastered on my face.
“I do this for you! I’d do anything for you because you know I love you.” Mia replies.
My smile grows wider that my cheeks start to hurt. “Awee, Mia I love you so much.”
“Love you more.” She says and kisses me on my cheek.
we make it to Chris’ front lawn, he started living alone and learned how to drive since he wanted to be “independent” after his brothers called him immature.
Nick and I, we’re best friends. I don’t think he knows that me and Chris broke up cause of what he did.
Matt and I, we know each other very well. He knows how to calm down my anxiety and is a very good listener.
Anyway, I drop Chris’ stuff on the front porch and walk back towards Mia.
I dig through the bag and pull out a carton of eggs.
Chris’ car wasn’t in the driveway so that means he’s out doing god knows what at 4am.
Mia pulls out a pack of toilet paper with about 15 rolls in it. She hands me one and I chuck it onto his roof.
I grab another one. Chuck it again.
Another one. On the tree.
I grab an egg and start throwing them at his windows and garage door. Mia does the same.
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We soon run out of supplies and take a picture then run back to her car.
We laugh nonstop while running down the street.
Once we hop in her car, we decide to stop by the stop for snacks then go home.
“Did that help your anger?” Mia asks while looking towards the road.
“Very much did.” I reply with a huge smile on my face.
I turn on bluetooth and connect my phone to the car speakers. “Now let’s listen to music!!” I say as I hit shuffle on my playlist.
Mia and I are watching a movie still on a high because of what we did.
“I can’t believe we just did that! His house looks like a mess!” I say while laughing.
Mia is laughing as well. She can’t even form a word as she keeps laughing.
“Ok ok focus on the movie now.” I say smiling as Mia nods and turns back to the tv.
We soon doze off to sleep at 6am.
when I wake up, I’m met with 99+ notifications all from Chris.
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a/n: uh ohhh what did he say?! guys this is just leading up to the climax just as Mia said “this is just the start.” i literally almost fell asleep proofreading this 🤦‍♀️ But im working on a matt one shot and matt series so for all u matt girlies i have a treat for u!!
tags: @gnxosblog
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