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she’s thunderstorms
luke castellan x reader (MDNI)
beautiful patterns on the window pane
summary: you and luke agreed to be friends with benefits, but that all changes for you after a climactic moment together. luke knew his feelings before this agreement, but yours are a sudden revelation.
word count: 4.2k
warnings: zeus!reader, talks about greek tragedies/violence, angst if you squint, smut MDNI! (warnings under the cut). clarisse x silena. reader wears a bikini. percabeth mentions. reader has long enough hair for two braids
author’s note: this is based off of this post i saw! also, this is my first time writing something creatively in a whopping FIVE years! so please be kind <3 this will be a small series that i have planned out, but i want to see how this is received before committing!
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smut warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that), p in v, slight breeding kink maybe, praise, pet names. little bit of dom reader and sub luke but nothing too obvious
a forbidden child. gods and monsters alike all wanted you to pay for a life you didn’t even ask for. you had tried leaving camp occasionally, opting to try and live a somewhat normal life but it wasn’t possible as a child of the king of the gods. you always made your way back to camp half-blood, and back to the only place that feels like home.
this summer the heat is overwhelming. any day where you weren’t forced to teach combat or how to make friendship bracelets meant taking advantage of the empty beach that overlooked long island sound. your reprieve from the heat was typically spent with other campers. silena beauregard and clarissa la rue joined you today, and all three of you rested on towels underneath the bright sun.
“where’s luke?” clarisse asks, handing you a bowl of strawberries from the picnic basket you three had packed at lunch.
“oh, him and chris are stuck on dish duty,” silena explains with a shrug, not caring about the fact she’s to be blamed for their absences. “their cabin was a big mess this morning, and it was the nicest job i could give them. cabin nine is on stable duties right now. can’t have charlie thinking i’m soft on him. lee’s at an infirmary shift i think.”
“you are soft on him,” clarisse teases and silena scrunches her nose at her taller girlfriend. the latter shoves a strawberry into the former’s mouth with a laugh. “what? it’s no different than my friendship with chris, and i am not afraid to admit i’m soft on him. they're our exes.”
“y/n’s not soft on her exes, she’s only soft on her boy toy,” silena points out, and you lift your sunglasses to rest them on the top of your head. you narrow your eyes at the daughter of aphrodite.
“i don’t have any exes, and he is not my boy toy.”
“no, he’s just your best friend who you occasionally fuck and are completely in love with.”
“but you’re not denying that you have a soft spot for him?” silena smirks. of course, you are soft for luke castellan.
the son of hermes was the first person you met at camp and had been your best friend since you were fifteen. no matter how prideful you were, there was no chance of denying your loyalty to the boy who had been at your side for the last four years.
“it’s not like that,” you say to clarisse, ignoring silena’s question. “it’s strictly platonic. we have an agreement.”
“yeah, yeah, we know you don’t do relationships,” silena interjects, stating it as if it’s the biggest sin someone could commit. you suppose it may be to her; she was a favorite of her mother, and everything she did and said was full of love.
“no fighting, you two.”
“rich coming from you.”
“y/n!”
“what? i was joking!”
“it’s so funny,” clarisse deadpans, and the three of you begin to laugh. you put your empty bowl back into the picnic basket and pull your band tee off before pushing yourself up to stand.
“can we swim now?”
“give me a second,” the daughter of aphrodite says and takes your hand to stand. covering her swimsuit is a floor-length pink sundress that you’re certain was the reason she and clarisse happened to be late to the beach.
silena may have inherited desire from her mother, but clarisse inherited passion from her father. you never would have pinned clarisse to like fashion, but anytime silena wore a sundress it was bad news for anyone around them. once she sheds the dress, clarisse grabs her hand and runs towards the water. you trail behind them, enjoying the sight of two of your closest friends' love for each other.
truth be told, you did envy them to some extent. the average demigod's lifespan was already short, and yours was even shorter. making it to nineteen was a miracle in and of itself.
it didn’t seem fair to rope someone else into a romantic greek tragedy. you would only do it if you were the one left behind. but as a forbidden child, that was and will never be an option. you are the eurydice, the hyacinthus, the daphne, and the achilles. in every version of your story, death would be your only option. grief would be a privilege.
by the time the boys finished their chores, they came into view with a few stragglers behind them. “oh, great. i thought the point of beach days was that they were childless.”
“who even is it?” you ask after silena splashes clarisse for her comments.
“looks like that fucking new kid.”
“you stay away from him, clar.”
“no promises, love.”
“oh, are you talking about percy jackson?”
“yeah, he failed his cabin inspection too,” silena answers you. if you had a soft spot for anyone, it would undoubtedly be the only other forbidden child at camp (sans your pine tree sister). luke spent a lot of time training percy, and you spent a lot of time voicing your experiences and frustrations with each other.
“he’s the only one in his cabin.”
“so is y/n, and she hardly ever makes it in the top five,” silena points out and you splash her. the boys set down their stuff, and you notice percy getting pushed by another girl. you make your way onto the shore as percy sprints past you with annabeth right on his heels.
“hey, stormy,” luke greets you. you swat at his hand which tries to touch your hip and push him away from you with a laugh. he gets his hands back on you and pulls your back flush against his chest. his hand snakes around to rest on the lower part of your belly. “can you blame me for wanting to get my hands on you when you look this good?”
“luke!” you chastised. before summer started, you both had snuck out of camp to go shopping with the money your mom had sent you. when you tried on the royal blue bikini, luke’s jaw had gone slack and you knew you had to buy it. he looks at you with a smirk once you spin around, and you stand on the tip of your toes to whisper in his ear. “you can do that later.”
“gods,” he mumbles and watches as you run back into the water. you cup a handful of water and throw it at percy who retaliates by sending a wave of water down on top of you.
luke feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you laugh and squeeze the water out of your soaking braids. he watches your hands and feels his heartbeat race as he sees you adjust the bottoms of your swimsuit.
“stop staring,” lee fletcher nudges him with a smile, and chris nods from beside him. the boys relentlessly tease luke at every chance they get. they knew to keep the information about you and luke to themselves but he was a loudmouth. he had trouble keeping it in when you were such a beautiful person to love on.
“i need to go help lena with clarisse before she tries to kill percy,” chris groans and runs into the water when percy accidentally splashes her in the process of trying to get annabeth. beckendorf follows him to help, but silena successfully stops clarisse’s anger with a kiss. luke wishes he could be so open with his affection for you.
he pulls his shirt off and sets it down beside yours. he catches your smile when he begins his descent into the water, and your eyes dip down to his v-line that pokes out from his swimming trunks. gods, he is going to kill you someday.
“y/n,” annabeth drags out your name and tugs on your arm, “play chicken with me and percy, please?”
“sure, you want castellan in on it?”
“luke,” she calls out and wades over to him. he smiles at her and tries to shake his head, but the young girl tugs him over until you are face to face with his pout.
“this feels unfair, stormy. why did you say yes?”
“just bend down,” you instruct and he blushes. he would be lying if he said he doesn’t love when you order him around.
“yes, ma’am.”
you push yourself up onto the lithe boy’s shoulders, just as a wave pulls annabeth out of the water and onto percy’s shoulders. she squeals in surprise, and he latches onto her hands to keep her balanced. you smile at the two, and look over at silena who sends you a silent message: percy is trying to impress annabeth. he likes her, and you know the daughter of athena well enough to recognize those feelings are returned.
annabeth calls your name, and you find yourself tugging and pushing against her to try and knock her off of her perch. luke’s grip on your thighs is distracting, especially as you feel him move his hands higher up at each opportunity. your heart speeds up in your chest and you can’t tell if it’s from the hands teasing the flesh on your legs or from the excitement of pushing the girl into the water.
percy groans and dips under the water to find her, while you and luke cheer. you try to coax him to look up at you but fail to move his head and feel a sharp, pleasurable pain on your thigh. you smack his chest, and he looks up at you with a wide grin. your heart drops to your stomach when you see the deep red mark presenting itself on your thigh. you splash water at his face when you hop down from his shoulders and he winces. “did you fucking bite me?”
“that,” he pauses and pulls you flush against him, “is payback for annabeth wanting me to go to the infirmary last week for the hickeys you left.”
“oh.”
it wasn’t very often that luke was able to make a mess of you in public. usually, you force him to keep it behind closed doors. he stares down at you with a smirk, enjoying the pink dusting your cheeks.
he spins you and wraps his arms around you from behind. you were familiar with this dangerous dance of his, one that he does when he wants you. “it would be a shame if a storm were to ruin our beach day, and we had to go back to your cabin.”
“a shame indeed,” you agree, and feel a tug in your stomach as you hold your hand towards a faraway point of the rocky shore. lightning strikes down, and a scream comes from percy as rain clouds begin forming overhead. annabeth laughs at her boy’s antics and runs with him as he tries to get to the shore as fast as possible. “you’re going to have to work a little harder than that to get what you want.”
“y/n, luke! come on!” silena calls and luke whines as you push off of him. he watches as you saunter out of the water, one hand behind you as you wield more storm clouds into camp. he slowly follows you and dies when you pull your tee shirt over your head. your ass pokes out from the bottom of the arctic monkeys shirt he had gotten with a five-finger discount at a concert you had snuck into. he would do anything you want right now if you were alone on this beach.
you turn around and toss him your towel, which blinds him as it lands directly on his face. you and percy laugh together, and luke just stands in defeat until he feels the fabric fall off his face. you move and stop yourself in front of him to wrap the towel around his neck as if it’s a cape. the smile on your face as you dry off his shoulders and chest makes him fully believe you were made for him. he says a silent prayer to zeus. he finds himself praying to your father more than ever. only the king of the gods could bring such an ethereal being to life. he’s sure that you were more divine than human.
“you like this, don’t you?” you ask. luke leans his face into your hands as you dry his hair off.
“hmm?”
“me taking care of you,” you add, causing him to blush. he takes the towel from you and covers his face again. “nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty boy. you know i like it, too.”
“stormy,” he groans and you rip the towel off his face.
“c’mon guys, we need to get back to our cabins before the storm starts,” lee ushers everyone off the shore.
“it just came out of nowhere,” percy pouts, saddened by the rain ruining his swimming.
“yeah, super weird, perce,” silena agrees and narrows her eyes at you. you tug luke with you as you run off into the tree line with him. far enough away from both the beach and the cabins is when you find yourself pushing luke against the trunk of a tree. he smiles down at you, his cheeks red, and he reminds you vividly of the first time you decided to sleep together.
bruises litter his skin as you kiss a path up his chest back to his neck. his hands grip your thighs and you let out quiet sighs when he squeezes them ever so slightly. you sit up, your core resting lightly on him, and grind down on him. his eyes close at the movement and he lets out a low groan, his grip becoming tighter. it feels more intimate than anything you have done. your best friend squirms underneath you, and you feel a love and desire unlike any before.
you cup his cheeks and instruct him to open his eyes. he looks at you with heavy lids, and a heavy, warm feeling erupts in your chest. his cheeks are flushed, and he has a small content smile on his face. you feel like the most important person in the world; you feel like more than just a daughter.
you dip down and kiss him hard, a moan surprising the both of you from the back of his throat. you roll your hips against his again and open your mouth in surprise at how hard he is. his head falls back against your pillow, and you begin to kiss along his jaw, “is this okay?”
“yeah, that’s — that’s okay, y/n,” he speaks through gasps and you smile against his skin. he feels your teeth against his adam’s apple and murmurs your name again. “please, keep going. don’t stop.”
luke’s mouth on yours brings you out of your reverie. his hands toy with the end of your shirt, and he slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. his fingertips trace lightly over your core on your bikini bottoms, and your hands grip his arms tightly. you can hear your friends closing in from a distance. “we can’t be doing this here, luke.”
“i want you,” he whines when you circle his wrist with your fingers to pull it away. you let go and walk backwards in the direction of the camp with him walking slowly towards you, like a predator to prey.
“come get me then,” you tell him and turn to sprint towards your cabin. he has an advantage in sword fighting, but you will always be faster than him. he gains ground on you with his long legs, but you run into your cabin before him. his chest heaves by the time you let him lay you down on the bed.
luke likes you in control of him, teasing and teaching him where you like to be touched. he enjoys you teaching him new things about himself, where he’s most sensitive, and what makes him cum fastest. he loves when you relinquish control once in a while and you let him divulge and enjoy every part of your body that he can.
what luke castellan enjoys most is when your body shakes as he eats you out. he knows you love it, too, by the eagerness with which you allow the bottoms of your bikini to be removed.
he applies light pressure to your clit with his tongue and pushes your hips down to prevent you from squirming away from him. fervent moans leave your body, and your thighs squeeze his head. the way his tongue quickly switches from kitten licks to lapping makes your head spin until his name comes out like a mantra, like a prayer. luke, luke, luke. you’re tempted to give gratitude to the gods for blessing you with such a lover.
when he kisses you, you wrap your legs around his waist and rake your fingers through his hair. he pulls away and nuzzles his face into your neck. you wrap your arms around him, in a tight hug, and a contented sigh leaves his lips. he enjoys moments where you let him love you too.
his feelings remain unknown to you, but each time he finds himself touching you, tasting you, and feeling you around him is reason enough to enjoy your friendship as it is. although, truly, he feels this is something that even friends don’t do. you confirm his suspicions when you manage to flip him and remove his swim trunks. no friend that he knows of could ever touch him so easily, get him to breathe so heavily, and make him nearly cum with just a few strokes.
“leave your shirt on,” he breathes out, his breathing heavy from you guiding him inside you. he fills you completely, and a sigh escapes your lips. your eyes meet each other and luke believes you look like royalty with the soft glow of the sunset in the background creating a halo around your head. your hair is in two braids — something he was sure clarisse did for you — and he toys with the ends, trying to steady his breathing as you remain reluctant to move.
“why?”
“truthfully, you look stunning in nothing but that shirt?”
“this shirt?” you laugh, and he groans as he feels you tighten around him. his head falls back against his pillow, and you move your hips in slow, languid circles against him.
it’s hard to keep serious, to act like he doesn’t press against your walls in the most perfect ways. like he doesn’t make you feel better than any person before him. you rest a hand on the nape of his neck and push lightly so he is forced to look at you. you try to remain calm, despite the building pressure. “clarisse always goes crazy when silena wears sundresses. you feel that way with these shirts?”
“yes,” he sighs. you often find yourself being asked to keep the band tees on during sex that he has stolen for you. luke can’t explain it, there’s just something so electric about something he has gotten you adorning your body. the bands, and the music, brought you much passion and you when you were passionate was something that drove him up a wall.
he couldn’t deny that your frame adored by the graphic band tees was something he thought about while fucking his fist when he failed to have you. now that he has you, he tries his best to share what turns him on the most. “you look like royalty.”
“i am,” you retort, and increase the pace of your hips. you groan and lean down to rest your forearms on either side of his head. he looks at you, eyes full of bliss, and he sits up enough to smash your lips together. you moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your wits when it feels so good. “what do you want, pretty boy?”
luke takes a second to comprehend your question. he’s whimpering and gripping your sides hard enough to leave bruises. sometimes you wonder if you are made for each other when he fucks you this well. he tries to take a deep breath, but his breath comes out in shutters. “can i mark you up?”
“f-fuck, yeah,” you mutter, and he sits up, his confidence increasing from the stutter in your words. he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you tight against him. he nibbles at your neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe them. you are sure you have reached elysium; his teeth on your neck, and his hands guiding your hips as you rock against him. “luke?”
this is the most control you have ever granted him. he relishes the opportunity to make you fall apart and wonders why it all suddenly feels so different as you struggle to keep up your pace. on the other hand, you found yourself experiencing similar thoughts. you are more relaxed this time, more comfortable with allowing him to do whatever he wants with your body. it’s true intimacy, you finally allow yourself to relinquish what led you to sex in the first place: control.
“yeah?”
“i-i want, um, i want,” you pause, taking in a gasp of air. he feels so good, so godly. you feel pathetic but fail to care. you know luke would never use this vulnerability against you. it’s hard to focus when he fills you so perfectly to the point where you are nearly knocked over the edge.
“what do you want, princess?” he asks, and you blush at the near-pornographic moan that leaves your throat. you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to hide your flushed cheeks. he reaches between your sweaty bodies and begins to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing a high-pitched whine to leave your throat. “c’mon, princess, you're doing so good. tell me what you want.”
“fuck,” you cry, biting down on his shoulder to prevent another loud moan from escaping your mouth. he groans and quickened his pace on your clit, causing another string of whimpers to leave you. you are entirely sure that you have never remained on edge for so long. you want to scream, to shout his name to anyone who will hear. you don’t even care if the whole camp hears. the praises, the nicknames, it’s all so new and so invigorating.
“please, talk to me.”
“i’m so close.”
“me too, baby. where do you want me to finish?”
“luke,” your voice comes out as a whine again, “cum in me.”
few words escape either of you, they are replaced with lewd sounds loud enough to only increase your arousal. he channels his unraveling with fast, rough movements on your clit, and with his mouth sucking on your neck.
you cum first, squeezing him within an inch of his life. he removes his fingers from your core, and places them on your hips, lifting and slamming you down on his cock. you nearly scream, the feeling so overstimulating after two orgasms.
when he finally cums in you with a groan, you clench around him, milking every last drop you can get. when you first slept together (and every consecutive time following), you felt embarrassed at the idea of him cumming inside of you being so hot.
he assures you each time that he feels the same, but you never have the confidence to let it happen. now you couldn’t care less at the idea as he collapses onto his back with you falling on his chest.
both of you are unsure of how long you lay there, but it’s long enough for him to soften inside of you. every movement leaves you whimpering, so spent from the activities of the day. he holds you tight, and you trace shapes and letters on his chest as he tries to guess them.
when he finally falls asleep, you pull yourself off him and admire the soft, kind boy beside you. you trace the scar on his face, and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he doesn’t so much as stir in his sleep, and you catch yourself tracing three letters on his chest: I, L, Y.
luke is clueless of this as he sleeps, which you thank the gods for. love was never something you thought you would experience, but this surely had to be it, right? this was something so spectacular and ground shaking to you.
there were parts of yourself that he knew of that you would never tell anyone. you were fucked, you knew this the first time he made you cum. all of that pent up tension was more than sexual frustration, it was desire and blooming feelings you tried to hide from the moment you met him.
no one matches the feeling in your chest when he smiles. no one matches the butterflies in your belly when he pays you attention. no one ever has and ever will receive the same love you give luke, and maybe this is the moment where you finally will accept that it’s okay to love the son of hermes.
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Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 2
"Pass the remote."
"Nu uh it's my turn!"
Raph doesn't even argue further. He grabs it out of Mikey's hands, plopping on the couch. Mikey means to fire an insult, or grab it back, but Leo stops him, shaking his head. Mikey is confused, until he sees the news channel turned on.
"Suspects in the Lauderdale bombing have been apprehended. Sources say they were also responsible for the smuggling of illegal firearms and drugs. More when we come back."
The room becomes quiet, and Raph grips the remote.
"Apprehended is better than they deserved." Raph grumbles.
"We talked about this Raph, we don't take the law into our own hands. We just catch them, that's it."
"Yea, why didn't ya say that to (Y/N). Does she deserve to die to protect scumbags like that!!"
"She's not dead!!"
"She might as well be." Raph looked down. "You heard what Vincent said."
"She told us there is a high possibility she could regain consciousness."
"False hope." Raph concludes. He clenched his hand, and the remote was crushed under the force. He dropped the controller in disdain.
"I'm going for a walk." Splinter walked out just when he heard the argument start. He stepped in front of Raph, placing his hand on Raph's shoulder.
"Be patient son. She will wake up."
Raph shrugged off the arm, moving to the side.
He knew it was unfair taking it out on them. But he wasn't sure who to blame. His mind would not give him the comfort of forgetting that look on your face. You had given up in those last moments. Using every bit of your strength to get April out rather than trying to free yourself. He stopped, punching the wall, a fairly large hole following. The concrete crumbled, and he snarled.
"This is my fault."
Why the hell did they even separate. They were dealing with psychotic criminals. He kept trudging on, and as he climbed through a manhole and made his way to the surface. The city lights hit his eyes. He scaled up the building. The higher he got, the more a feeling of nostalgia hit. He stopped when he was on a rooftop, and the sight of the sun setting just at the tip of the bridge felt familiar.
"Did you fight with Leo again."
"I aint wanna talk about it. "
"Okay."
Raph expected you to delve further, but you sat down right next to him, eyes staring ahead. He frowned.
"Ya tryna use some mind game on me." You shook your head.
"No. You said you didn't want to talk about it. So we won't. We can just sit here and look at the sunset."
Raph faced forward.
"Leo put you up to this." He grumbles.
"Nope. Came here all on my own. " He scoffed.
"Sure you did."
This time, you looked at him. As much defiance that Raph often presented, you sort of respected him. He wasn't someone who just caved. He stood up for himself. He wasn't afraid to say what was on his mind. Regardless of what anyone thought. Reaching over, you placed your hand on his shoulder. His body tensed.
"I'm sorry that you feel like your voice isn't heard. I know Sometimes it may seem like Leo is favored, but Master Splinter loves you all just the same. In a way I guess I can relate."
Raph was listening now.
"My dad used to be pretty tough on me. For a while I thought it was because he hated me. After that car accident it was like a switch flipped. He was always pushing, always lecturing and I felt like I was the only one getting the brunt of it. My older brothers were never lectured. They were the ones who followed the rules. I was the rebel. "
"Can't really picture ya being a rebel." He voiced. You sent him a smile.
"My early teens were a mess." Raph smiles, and you giggle. It seems like you're getting through to him. So you continue.
"After a few months I finally confronted him. I threatened to run away and he..he sort of broke down. The entire time he was just scared of losing me. When I got in the accident, I brushed it off. I took life for granted, but my dad was terrified. Because when he got the call, he thought that I'd died. For a brief moment he told me that he imagined what it was like to never see me again. It almost broke him. So when he got the full report and saw me in that hospital, I guess he made a promise to himself that he wouldn't make the same mistakes. "
Your hand moves from his shoulder, to the center of his chest. Raph eyes trail the movement.
"Sometimes when we care about people, we make bad choices doing what we think is right for them. It doesn't mean the love isn't there. It just means they care more than we can realize. If you ever doubt anything, please don't forget that."
Raph couldn't truly remember the last time he'd been speechless. He wishes he could say something, anything. Even a thank you. You pull your hand away with a tender smile, and just then his heart begins to strum unsteadily.
It's possible that's when he realized.
Raph clenches his fists.
More than anything, it hurts.
There's a vibration in his pocket, and he means to ignore it. Eventually Leo would give up. For a moment it stops. He can feel the peace. But it starts again. With each ring he can feel his agitation rising. He grits his teeth, pulling out the phone in aggravation.
"WHAT!!"
"Raph...she's awake."
Leo receives no reply on the other side.
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a dangerously clumsy s/o
with a twist!
| ft. Tengen, Sanemi, Giyuu, and Muzan
a/n: this is literally nine pages long, 3.3k 😳apologies to my fellow dyslexics
Tengen
being clumsy is partly why he fell in love with you
breaking things is flashy!
you’re a fire hazard baby
fucking flamboyant
but he did not calculate the danger aspect before he asked you to marry him
you could find trouble in a padded room
thankfully your wives are nimble, agile, and and well-trained, which means someone is always there to kick you out of the way of a sharp rusty nail, or scrub your back for hours after you lean against a sappy tree
they’ve completely y/n-proofed the house
tengen on the other hand, likes to let you spiral and make mistakes
just make an absolute mess of it
because he loves rescuing you! even if it’s just from a jar of spilt sugar
often you can get yourself out of any mess, but when you can’t he gets to play prince charming and swoop in to save you
you’re running a particularly late errand to the market this afternoon and your wives trusted you to go alone since there were only a few items on the list
but what they didn’t account for was you getting lost on the way back
in the woods
perfect
it was actually sort of perfect. you’d have to take your spouses out here this weekend; it was awfully romantic
good weather, a beautiful sun set, a winding path above a rolling river
a river let out at the edge of your neighborhood so you were sure to get home if you followed it. how many rivers could there be in the woods?
what your wives really didn’t account for, was a run in with a demon
the sun was only just starting to set
and no demon would dare venture so close to the Uzui estate, so no one thought to even prepare for the possibility
or apparently let you know it was a possibility
but in the summer, almost no light could penetrate to thick foliage of the forest around your home
you were sure your property was around here somewhere
your voice catches in your throat when a demon’s head creaks around the corner of a tree beside you
an unnatural sound like someone cracking their knuckles
“um.. hello?”
“hello.”
ah jeez
the demon wasted no time closing the space between the two of you
“you’re that Uzui’s wife?”
you didn’t think it was important to ask her which one she meant
you dropped your basket and stumbled back to try and get the space between you again
but the forest floor had different plans
you stepped awkwardly on a rock and twisted your ankle which more or less bowled you completed over backwards
awesome
the demon laced a finger through your obi and tugged, keeping your back from hitting the ground
god you would kill for that kind of coordination
she dangled your basket over your head with her free hand
kinda hot ngl
what a flashy way to die
you sneezed
the demon dropped you quickly, worried you may be trying to distract her for a close-range attack
bold assumption
you might not be shinobi but you were well practiced at running tf away
you snatched your basket and tried to head towards the patches of sunlight scattered through the woods
your ankle had other plans
much more sabotaging ones
down the hill you went
“you can’t escape little Uzui”
you tucked your head between your arms to protect it while you tumbled down to the riverbed and splashed forcefully into the water
you lost your little basket of groceries which Makio would surely lecture you about if you survived
god you could hear her now
“can’t even get the fruit home safe!?”
fruit be damned, you couldn’t even get you home safe
you sputtered and ducked under the surface of the water when the demon leapt forward to slash at you
“I’ll have my revenge on that Uzui bastard!”
fight Tengen then! shit leave me out of it
the chilling river rushed you along with its current and the demon beamed at how trapped you had gotten yourself
bobbing down a river just waiting to be sliced open and made an example of
she wanted to toy with you– pinch and poke you, make you bleed little by little, before dropping you at the the Uzui doorstep
she was so distracted chasing this easy prey she didn’t hesitate to lunge at you when the river shallowed enough to spit you out
Suma gasped as you tumbled out of the woods and onto the street, followed very closely behind by an assailant
she was on her way back home from her own errands which she left for early this morning with the other girls and your husband
“Y/n?”
“Suma?”
“Uzui brats!”
The two of you shrieked as the demon leapt from the forest and latched her claws into the fabric of your yukata
you kept kept shrieking even after the three of you realized the demon had launched herself into clear, broad daylight just to attack you
now all three of you were screeching, the demon so tangled in the numerous folds of your soaking wet robe that she couldn’t escape
“Girls!” Tengen bellowed and rushed up the path to you, but by the time he and Makio made it to your side, the demon was already ashes
Hina didn’t even bother running
ten little claws pierced through your yukata were the only remnants
“Suma!” you sobbed and grabbed hold of her, “I twisted my ankle so badly in the woods!”
“Tengen! Y/n twisted her ankle!”
“THAT IS THE LEAST OF OUR CONCERNS”
Sanemi
you’re an insurer’s nightmare
and for someone so clumsy it would make a lot of sense for you to be at least a little timid
nope
sanemi wants to rip his own hair out just thinking about it
you’re always accidentally starting fights you can’t finish
with the fireplace
with the neighbor’s dog
with your obi belt
with him
you’re five tumbles down the stairs away from being more trouble than your worth
just yesterday you fell off the ladder in the pantry and Sanemi had to clear two rooms and a pile of firewood just to catch you
the female pillars always lecture him on how important it is to train you in some kind of self-defense but every time you’re handed a sword someone gets a haircut
last Sunday when he was practicing forms outside you tripped carrying a tray of refreshments out to him and he had to throw his body under you so that you didn’t faceplant when you fell off the porch
pls help this man he’s so exhausted
but every time he starts to scold you, he sees that bright smile on your face
and hears your contagious laughter
taking life so lightheartedly
and his anger melts away to concern as he grumpily checks you over for injuries instead
but one night you’re home alone while Sanemi is attending a Pillar meeting and there’s a terrible scratching at the front door
you roll up your sleeves
ready to finally finish that fight with the neighbor’s dog
but instead a fist smashes through the wooden door
hm
probably not the neighbor’s dog
you back away
the fist gives way to a discolored arm, and then two, and then the head of a drooling demon rips a third hole in your door
fuckfuck
“I’m here for that damnable Wind Hashira, but your blood can tide me over until I find him”
you scramble into the sitting area while your front door is blown fully off its hinges
bolt up the stairs, slipping on just about every single one
f u c k i n g s o c k s
you make it into your room by the time the demon clears the staircase in a single leap
your bedroom door is gone
he’s right behind you
you trip and knock all the bobbles off your dresser
pens, jewelry, hair pins
you grab what you can from the floor and throw it at him
he swats away the trinkets, punches through a pillow, and catches your perfume bottle in his mouth
shit
sanemi is going to be so mad you let a demon rip you apart in his bedroom
it’s impossible to get blood out of silk
but the demon stops rampaging as your back finally hits the wall
it starts to convulse and then collapses across the futon
it smells suddenly sickeningly of flowers and you realize that the demon must have broken your perfume bottle in its mouth
the perfume shinobu gave you
wisteria
“self defense and no one has to lose an eye” she’d said
when sanemi crosses the threshold of his home in the morning, he’s rabid
“Y/n!”
where the fuck is the front door?
why does it smell like that
“Y/n where are you?!”
he tears through every room on the first floor until he hears you calling him from the bath
“Sanemi, welcome home!”
he rips the sliding door out of it’s grooves from throwing it open so hard
“how was your meeting?”
he drops his sword and splashes fully into the bath with his clothes on
standing and everything
he’s lifting you up, searching for wounds, he’s even checking the dilation of your pupils
“i missed you too” you grunt, trying to keep any part of yourself covered as he swings you around
“Y/N WHERE’S THE DEMON?!”
“right, okay okay now don’t be mad”
Giyuu
i think you’re being clumsy might be enabling him
like
cosmically
giyuu is such a magnet of misfortune and misunderstanding that when you’re there his bad karma doubles and he doesn’t even notice
god he loves you so much
he’s blind to the chaos
Shinobu literally refuses to go out with both of you at once in case lives are lost
“yes Giyuu I know she’s wonderful–”
“and beautiful”
“right and beautiful. but how can you afford to live with her? like, financially, how are you affording it?”
love doesn’t have a price
the china cabinet does but that’s okay
he knows that you’re a little more prone to trouble than your average civilian, so he always makes sure to check in with you when it’s been peaceful for too long
and he thinks because he’s going with you, you can’t possibly get into too much trouble at the new years festival
the bright lanterns, the laughing children, the sweet smell of mochi
it’s music to your ears walking arm in arm with Tomioka, who agreed to get dressed up with you for the special occasion
he’s usually so attentive to any little sign of danger, especially in a crowded place, that he can’t enjoy what’s happening in the moment
but with you, it’s just so much easier to be happy than it is to be worried
you never lecture him about his people skills
and your mood doesn’t even falter when you make a mistake the other pillars would normally give him a headache for
he likes to help patch you up after a nasty fall
and offer you the same kind smile you would give him
and he especially likes it when you back him up in social situations
he’s not as clumsy as he is socially inept, but you two kind of compliment each other
but he realizes he’s been daydreaming for too long when there's a ruckus on the shrine at the top of the festival
“Y/n stay here”
“Wait Giyuu, what–” you tried to take hold of his sleeve, just to keep him still long enough to ask him what was wrong
but you trip over a child’s toy and knock both of you over into a vendor’s stall
thank god it wasn’t the yakitori stall but koi fish wasn’t much better
with the screaming of the vendors and loud sounds of the festival you almost missed the lumbering demon that fell out of the sky
jesus fuck it was the size of a bear
it landed right on the spot you and giyuu stood in second before
it must have leapt from the top of the mountain
was it targeting Giyuu?
you wished your aim was that good
giyuu was up in a fraction of a second, already freeing his sword from where it was concealed under his haori
right right
you had to evacuate the civilians
and yourself!
the festival-goers were panicked and mostly running away by the very grace of god
“I’m so sorry about your stall, please follow me!” you started dragging the vendor out of the debris and grabbed another woman on your way down the road
“run!” you hollered as the sound of giyuu’s sword rang through the clearing
shortly after, the sword itself flew through the air and wedged aggressively in the torii gate beside your head
was he disarmed?!
you reeled back around to search for it's owner
“I’m going to kill you for my master, water Hashira”
not on your watch
Giyuu dodged the demon’s strikes so gracefully it looked like he was dancing
have no fear baby, that was about to change
“Oi Tomioka!”
fuuuuuuuck it was hard to move in kimono
you waved the sword over your head and mimed throwing it
his eyes went wide and he crossed his arms over each other in the air
❌y/n no❌
he loved every part of you but you could not be trusted in a fight
the demon was watching wide-eyed too
hadn’t you just tripped into a pile of goldfish?
you lunged for your boyfriend with the sword over your head, ready for an epic baton-pass
✅ y/n yes ✅
but you came to a stop halfway through your jump
the sword lodged in the demon’s shoulder
and that shit was stuck
that demon was just as confused as you were
“Y/n let go!” Giyuu hollered and grabbed for your legs while you hung there
he jerked you forward to try and keep you well away from a suddenly-very-enraged-and-very-open demon maw
dragging you into his chest, he gave you a good final yank before the two of you fell into a pile on the ground
still holding the sword
nice
y/n 1️⃣
a dull thump behind you got both your attention and the demon’s head rolled to a stop at your feet
Giyuu had pulled you so hard that you and the sword sliced through the demon’s shoulder, through its neck, and out the other side
The man was speechless
Your eyes shone
“I can’t wait to tell Shinobu”
“we are not telling Shinobu”
Muzan
the man would, and does, commit genocide for you
stub your toe while out on an evening stroll with him?
“would you like me to raze the silly little town?”
you blush and nod wildly every time
it always gives you butterflies to matter how romantic he is in his every day
he’s protective of you
especially because the upper moons do a terrible job of hiding their disdain for you
all because you’re a little clumsy
“she knocked my head off!”
Akaza was such a whiner
you hadn’t even meant to
but the other upper moons weren't the ones with such a high kill-count
your clumsiness made you unpredictable
and a lack of pattern in battle is its own strategy
even if you are a bit sloppy
“I’m so so sorry!”
you blushed in the wreckage of a Lord’s mansion
“Master Mugen, the slayers have all been defeated!”
you cheered from a demolished merchant district
“Okay, I really didn’t mean to this time.”
All the boats had been upended in this port city and the docks were barely anything but ash
of the few fisherman and demon slayer bodies left, most of them were charred
“I’m sorry Master, I think a few demons might have gotten caught up in the attack as well. I’ll do better next time.”
wow
he didn't even ask you to complete that mission
did you set the ocean on fire?
how in the the world..
you’d been given a few weeks off for your hard work in an onsen town where you could spend the nights lounging and accidentally causing trouble for the ryokan workers instead of Muzan's sensitive underlings
Muzan did always like how sweet you were to humans
always apologizing for breaking things, spilling something on someone, or catching a child that you bumped into before they fell
always trying your hardest to clean up your own messes if it would be inconvenient for someone else
“They just taste so much better when they like you first!”
oof
he got the happiest chills at the thought of you
he was on his way to collect you now and surprise you with a night out
he missed you and the sound of your destruction
he had two stiff bags in his arms, full of expensive new kimono for you to try on
beautiful and remarkably dangerous, even for a demon
he almost couldn't contain his excitement at getting his hands on you again
he swore he smelled smoke at the thought of you and rolled his eyes with joy
but he actually did smell smoke
wait
the inn where you were staying was at least three hundred meters up the hill, but the flames licking the tree line must have been consuming a large building to have gotten that big that quickly
always fire with you
he'd have to wait to tell you how fucking sexy that was until he got to the bottom of this
when he finally reached the inn– which was, in fact, in the process of burning to the ground– someone was manhandling you outside
someone in a corps uniform
“I’m sorry–ow! Thank you for your concern but let me go!”
“Quit squirming!” the man grumbled and attempts to toss you over his shoulder, “it’s not safe! you can’t go back inside!”
“I left all my pretty clothes in there you brute! I can’t just walk around in my underwear!”
Muzan almost wanted to laugh
“Miss I’ve already told you there’s a demon around! It probably started this fire– you must get to safety!”
“I’m sorry sir, but I have more important things to deal with right now!”
a demon slayer trying to save you from a burning building
was the slayer sent here because a clumsy little someone had been feasting on the inn workers for the past few weeks?
this poor fuckin guy
he hadn't even drawn his sword
“Y/n,” Muzan snapped at you from his dapper little spot on the road
your eyes darted to him excitedly and in your distraction the slayer was finally able to lift you into his arms
but your excitement didn't stop at just staring
“Master!" You beamed and kicked your way free of the corps member, accidentally throwing him through the burning building with your enthusiasm
you stared into the embers wide-eyed
“oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” you called in behind him but the only sound you heard back was the creaking of the building before the fire finally forced it to collapse in on itself
Muzan hadn't even taken a step
you are, admittedly, slightly embarrassed
“Y/n–”
“I know what you’re gonna say!” you interrupted
You lean in a little closer, “Master, I promise I didn’t even start the fight this time. Or the fire! I know the others are always saying how clumsy I am, so I was extra careful.”
Muzan gazed past you
um
“My sweet, the ashes of that historic family home would beg to differ.”
“There was a fire in the kitchen! And if someone had told me how dangerous a grease fire was, I wouldn’t have tried to put it out with a bucket of water! I was only trying to help those poor maids, but no one would have survived it anyway so I thought I could just have a snack.”
right
right right right
you couldn’t keep a low profile to save your life
let alone remain inconspicuous as a solo-traveler
this was his bad
#sfw#what is tense?#this got away from me#i'll admit it#tengen x reader#giyuu x reader#sanemi x reader#muzan x reader#kny hcs#hcs#kny
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American Pie
Lee Bodecker x Reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Summary: The Summer heat gets to everyone, including Sheriff Lee Bodecker who is looking to stir up with his favorite girl.
Warnings: 18+ only!!! DubCon (!!!), Dark themes, age gap (reader is early 20s), infidelity, alcohol abuse, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, spanking.
A/N: I didn’t expect to finish this in one night, but I did! I may have missed a few things to include in the warnings but I believe I got all the major ones. Enjoy!
Hot weather makes people feel more rowdy, like they can do anything just because the temperature is rising and the sun is out for longer. When the number of troublemakers at the bar goes up, so does the number of visits from the police.
Someone was always anonymously calling the police because someone at Tecumseh Lounge was stirring up some shit. They rarely came and when they did they did nothing. The deputy they dispatched would just write down a few things in a notepad and leave. No one ever truly got in trouble and that's because the Sheriff is rumored to be "in'' with the owner.
The rumors are true but the nice ladies and gentlemen from the nicer parts of the county will never see it for themselves. Tecumseh is rough, and nasty. There were more vices here than just alcohol, and most of it was done under the table.
Y/n was crazy to take this job as a bartender at Tecumseh. She didn't know that a hidden prospective for the job was fucking the patrons. One of the other girls working here did it, and so did Sandy despite her brother being the sheriff. Y/n was not interested in the advances pressed on her by the men. They were either married or been fucking "ladies of the night" for years and probably have something. No one who frequented a place like Tecumseh wasn't someone Y/n wanted to go home with. Yet she let Sandy's brother talk to her in any kind of way.
For someone who was the sheriff, Lee Bodecker was here a lot and it wasn't because the drinks were good. Sometimes his sister served him while he interrogated her about her husband Carl. Y/n had seen Carl a few times and she found him to be sleazy. Poor Sandy was stuck working behind the bar while Carl flirted with a younger girl just a few feet away from her. But Sandy would also take some patrons out to the back and get fucked when her shift ended. It seems like an even deal, but the difference is Carl looks happy doing it and Sandy always comes back looking a mess, and not in a good way.
Y/n has been applying for a waitressing job closer to her house. She wants out of this place yet whenever she says Tecumseh is her current place of work, her application gets thrown out. Her aunt got her the job and she wished to god that woman never did. She should've gone and worked at someone's farm doing hard labor instead of accepting the offer to work. She was talked to like she was a whore and there was nothing to do about it because her boss did the same thing.
Friday night shifts are the hardest for her. The men drink harder because they don't work weekends. The influence of alcohol made them relentless when talking to Y/n. They made what they believed were compliments about her body and proclaimed how they wanted to fuck her. She just had to press a smile because the more they found her fuckable the more they tipped her. The low-cut top she wore was not coincidental. While she didn't fuck patrons for 20 dollars, she did put out for their attention.
Not even 30 minutes before her shift and a fight breaks out. She has to call the police because the fight between two men turned into a fight of three, four, and then five. No one looked interested in breaking up the fight, just watching with glib smiles and jovial laughs. This was the kind of entertainment they came for, but it was a pain to deal with as a barmaid.
Police sirens and the lights made some patrons, including two of the people involved in the fight, went running out through another exit. Their fears were pointless since it was rare for anyone to get arrested here.
"Alright break it up," Deputy Brooks' voice boomed.
Whenever an officer was called to come down to Tecumseh Lounge, it was only three policemen who showed up: Deputy Brooks, Deputy McConnell, and the sheriff. They must've worked out some kind of deal with her boss because they come in, don't do shit about the reason they were called for, and they never failed to ask for a drink before leaving. Tonight is no different; they just break up the fight and tell the men to leave but they never force perpetrators to leave.
The fight dissipated a few minutes after the deputies showed up and the patrons grumbled because the fun was over. The two deputies looked around the place to give off the appearance of holding authority then they made their way over to the bar.
"One of your coldest beers," Deputy Brooks didn't greet Y/n nor was he polite. He just demanded what he wanted.
"No free drinks." She tries to keep her tone of voice strong. She is not afraid of these two men who only feel powerful because they have a badge on them. Deputy McConnell was only a few years older than her and she remembers when he was a scrawny kid who got picked on even as a senior in high school.
"We just broke up a fight at your fine establishment. The least you can do is give us a beer," Brooks rebuttal.
There was no arguing so Y/n sighed and went to grab two beers for the men so they could just get out of her sight.
"I need two beers. Not just one," McConnell interjected. Y/n didn't like how they drank on the job, especially since they were going to be driving so late at night.
But Y/n obliges just to get them out of her face. She hates the smug look on Deputy Brooks face as he grabs his beer and walks out with the other deputy behind him.
The rest of the night is Jenny's problem because Y/n was clocking out immediately. She smelled like cigarettes and just wanted to wash the layer of sweat off of her body. All the money her boss accrues from shady dealings, he was too cheap to install an air conditioner. People get angry and agitated when it's so hot out. Even at night the air feels sticky and falls just to the low 80s.
She headed out the back to avoid the incoming patrons. She is fair game to some people now that she is single.
Out back she can hear three unmistakable voices. Deputy Brooks and McConnell were standing by their car that was parked right next to the nice, clean sheriff's car. Y/n is not in the mood to deal with the two dickheads and their boss sheriff dickhead, but she knows they are going to say something to her as she walks back.
"Well if it isn't my pretty, pretty Cherry."
Lee Bodecker's voice punctuated the night air, making even the humid atmosphere feel cold.
Y/n stops in her tracks, knowing that she cannot avoid this without causing trouble for herself.
"Don't call me that."
"You sure like the name last week when I had my head between those thighs. 'Lee...oh Lee!" He imitated her voice which made his deputies laugh. Lee has a beer in his hand, reminding Y/n that McConnell asked for two back at the bar. She should've known it was for Lee.
She was embarrassed by him talking about their time together in front of his subordinates. Lee is married and Y/n is turned off by men with gold bands on their ring finger who try to take her home after her shift ends. However they have fucked on multiple occasions, making him the only patron she has given into. He was mean, but authoritative. Y/n couldn't help herself and she sometimes let the sheriff rough her up in the back of his car.
"I'm only messing with you sweetheart. You don't gotta stand there lookin like you saw a ghost."
Y/n feels humiliated but Lee doesn't seem to care. Lee gets off on seeing her squirm, on seeing her be degraded. She's not a whore like the other woman who works here and his sister, but he fucks her like she is. He has something many of the men inside the dingy joint wanted. Y/n isn't easy, which rare for a female Tecumseh worker.
"I'm just wonderin if you seen my Sandy," he made an attempt to change the subject.
"She's your sister Lee."
The truth is Y/n hasn't seen Sandy in a week. She said something about her and Carl taking a trip but she didn't say for how long. Y/n is not too fond of Sandy to pry into her life. She feels bad for her though. She always comes into work with dingy hair and not to mention the amount of weight she has lost which makes her face look gaunt.
"You better address me as ‘sheriff’ girl. You have no manners. You weren't even going to say hello to the men who keep you safe."
Lee did nothing to make her feel safe. He made Y/n feel on edge when he was around but downright euphoric when she was in the throes of passing in the back of his car. He was just using her to get his rocks off and he only went after her because he wanted someone "fresh" for him. He doesn't respect her or care for her.
"Shouldn't you three be patrolling? Looking for crime?"
"Don't catch an attitude, Y/n. It's none of your business what we do. Besides, all the crime is in that building you just came out of."
"You guys never do shit. All you do sheriff is come and collect money from Leroy-"
"Watch your fucking mouth."
Y/n is not sure why she's still here trying to bump heads with him. She will never win, especially when he is the authority around here. No one challenged Lee because they were scared to death of him. He's a shady sheriff but he's feared.
"I'm leaving," Y/n sighed. She tried to walk away but Lee stood up from leaning on his car and grabbed her arm
"Uh-uh," he shook his head at her as the grip on her arm tightened. She looked up at him with fear in her arms and he felt his cock getting hard "You don't get to leave until I tell you too. I think you owe me for last week anyway, cherry."
"Please...just let me go," she tried to plead. She tried to plea to the man who she's been fucking, hoping that his attachment to her would make him be kinder to her.
"You need your ass to be put in place. I thought I did that a few weeks ago when I spanked your ass until you cried, but you're still as defiant as ever. You'll never fucking learn."
Lee dragged her back to his car and bent her over the hood. He placed her arms behind her back and cuffed her. He wasn't going to arrest her but making her believe he was sure was fun to him.
She can see both of the deputies watching her. Her face was planted against the top of his car as he held her down. Lee pulls her dress over her ass and she feels so exposed.
"Those panties look damp to me. What do y'all think?"
Y/n hears the deputies chattering lowly amongst themselves, probably afraid to say something obscene about the woman the sheriff is hooking up with.
"How many men seen you like this before? Who you let fuck you today?"
"No one sheriff."
"That's right. That pussy is mine."
His rough hand caresses her ass. He wants to spank her for talking back to him in front of the two younger officers. She was trying to embarrass him which called for a punishment.
"You better count 'em or I'll start over."
Y/n just groaned in anticipation of the first blow to her ass. She hates how Lee takes his time and she wishes he would just get it over with. Her heart is racing as Lee gets a firm grip on her hair.
"Bad little girls get their asses spanked. Don't think just because you're not peddling your cunt that you're not a whore," he threatened with anger.
Her panties were ripped off with rage and she was truly exposed. The warm, summer breeze ghosted across her cunt but it made her shiver. She can already feel the heaviness of her hand on her ass before it even comes down. The first smack was so loud that it pierced the dark night's air. Her cry was even louder.
"One," she says breathlessly. Her eyes close so she doesn't have to look at the two men staring at her with wide eyes and tents in their pants.
Lee believes pain is the best discipline for a girl like Y/n. He would never do this to his wife, but he also doesn't fuck his wife like he fucks Y/n. She was a tough thing to crack but she rides him into the night until his car is shaking and he's cumming into a condom.
"You can count louder than that, cherry."
He was mocking her only because they had an audience. The belittling and having her body exposed was humiliating. But that first slap of her ass sent all the blood in her body rushing to pussy.
Lee smacked her ass again and again and each time she pathetically sobbed out the number of hits her ass has received so far. Her skin felt hot and it wasn't because of the temperature. She wanted to cry so bad but she kept it. She has never cried in front of Lee and she isn't going to start now; no matter how painful his brutality is.
"Look how fucking wet she is from getting her ass whooped."
Y/n heard the shuffling of the deputies and there was not doubt they were looking at her glistening sex. She felt like she was dripping and she wanted to press her thighs together so bad to hide herself. That would only make things worse for her and the last thing she needs is a harsher punishment.
"Learned your lesson, cherry?"
She nods, her eyes still closed.
"Good girl."
The sound of Lee's belt coming undone makes her stick her ass higher into the air. She's been trained like a dog who wants a treat to behave this way. A sense of shame consumes her as she acts so shamelessly.
"My good little bitch," he coos. He pulls himself out and lines up the head with her wet slit. "I don't have a condom on me sweetheart. I finally get to feel that pussy of yours."
He was lying. He always kept a pack of condoms in the glove compartment of his patrol car because he couldn't bring them into his home. Plus having them in there would always leave him ready to fuck Y/n. He did not like the feeling of condoms but he can't knock her up when next year is an election year. Having a bastard child with a barmaid from Tecumseh would fuck everything up and send his efforts down the drain.
"Lee no! You have to use a condom."
"I don't have to do anything."
She's stupid to think he would listen to her. She is completely powerless and can only operate to his whims.
"Then please pull out...please," she whispers in defeat. The laugh he lets out tells her that she doesn't get a say in this at all.
Lee pushes on her back with one hand and the other is holding onto her hip. He finally sinks into her and he is in paradise.
"You expect me to pull out when your cunt is this warm and tight? No fucking chance darlin'"
He starts to fuck into her, each thrust earning him a pathetic moan. She feels so good wrapped around him and he vows to never wear condoms with her again. She's the tightest thing he's had in years and he has to go slowly to brace himself or else he is gonna cum. This position gave him so much access to her cunt and he pushed in as deep as he could. His bare head was kissing her cervix over and over again. His thighs slapped against her bare ass and the noise reverberated into the night.
The deputies just stood there; eyes wide with shock but lust filling their veins. They never took Lee as a cheater yet he fucked Y/n he knew her body so well.
Tears slip down her face, but they aren't from sadness or anger. She's overwhelmed by the pleasure Lee is giving her that she can almost forget that they have an audience.
Lee lifted her head off of the hood of the car. She could see them in the reflection. She looked a mess while Lee looked like he was in heaven in her bare cunt.
"You wanna tell them how you never had a man in your ass until I fucked you? Begged for it like a whore?"
His voice has some much grit in it and Y/n wondered where this new fire in him came from. Lee was rough with her but never has he pounded into her like she was just a toy. Most would be surprised to know that Lee can be a gentle lover that had a primal urge to be inside of Y/n. She wondered if he was like that with his wife, but according to him she was just a "wet blanket." Y/n does not know whether or not to believe him because it's not uncommon for men to disparage their wives to women they're having sex with on the side.
"Gonna cum Lee," she cried.
He felt her tighten around him and he was about to cum too. He was going to cum inside of her.
"Show 'em how you cum for me. Let 'em see that pretty face of yours."
Lee pounded into her until she was crying out. Her orgasm wrecked her body and the only thing on her mind was Lee and his cock. If she was asked to speak right now it would just be babble. He fucked her stupid and he's not going to stop until he spills inside of her.
A few more hard, rough thrusts and Y/n feels Lee spill inside of her. She sighs at the blissful sensation. His grip on her loosens, a symptom of the exhaustion that starts to set in. His cock begins to soften inside of her but the two of them are still panting from what they just did.
"Go on. Go home," he slaps her ass one last time just to tease her. His eyes are trained on the sight of his cum oozing out of her and he never wants to look at anything else. But he has a shift to get back to
Y/n reluctantly stands up, her dress falling over her ass to cover her up. She can feel his cum running down her thigh but she's too embarrassed to clean herself up in front of these mean. She accidentally catches Deputy McConnell's eyes before she scurries off to her car. She hears a laugh and then a few more joining in. She's sure Lee is bragging to them about her always being willing to fuck him. She just hopes he doesn't tell them everything they have done together.
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Lee had been silent for more than a week now. No calls, no visits to the bar, and even his patrol car hadn't ridden down her street. Y/n felt insecure about his absence; like he thought she was an easy slut like the rest of the barmaids. He knows she isn't willing to fuck anybody, but she was not sure if he believed her when she said it.
The days moved so slowly as she watched the door hoping he would come in one late night. She even hoped for a fight but suddenly no one had the energy anymore for a melee.
Y/n was working a late shift tonight. She'd cover the bar from 12 until last call. It was her day off but she had to fill in for some girl at the last minute. If it had been the weekend she would've said no, but it's a Tuesday night which means it would be an easy night of minimal work.
Y/n was wiping down glasses not five minutes after she clocked in and she heard the shrill voice of her co-worker Sydney.
"I'm not dealing with him. Last time I tried to cut him off he threatened to arrest me! I don't know where Sandy is but she needs to be the one here to deal with her brother."
Y/n's ears perked up. She didn't notice Lee in the room when she walked in. The room was dim and it was not always easy to make out customers, especially if they were far away.
"What's going on?"
Y/n walked over to where Cindy's voice was coming from and she was talking to their boss Leroy.
"Sheriff is drunk off his ass and I'm supposed to deal with him. My shift ended five minutes ago and once I'm off the clock then anything that happens in this place is none of my concern!" She said with contempt.
"You work for me. You don't get to decide what you will and will not do at my bar!"
As much as Y/n wanted to avoid a tiff between her co-worker and boss, she wanted to talk to Lee even more.
"I'll take care of it."
Leroy didn't care either way. As long as he didn't have to deal with Lee who was pissed off at him about something. Lee often complained that her boss was a "useless fucker." Leroy walked away from the two and Cindy gave Y/n a small smile.
"Thank you."
"It's no problem. I'll see you tomorrow Cindy," Y/n called to the blonde who was already peeling out of the place. She doesn't think Cindy likes her all that much but she was at least courteous to Y/n.
The bar was dead enough for Y/n's other co-worker to cover while she went to deal with Lee.
He was at a table in one of the corners of the bar; slumped over in his chair and too intoxicated to speak in complete sentences. There was no way he could properly function or drive home. She had a choice to make whether to leave Lee like this or take him home. She had just gotten to work, but the night was nothing that her co-worker couldn't handle. If Leroy threw a fit and tried to fire her she could just get Lee to threaten him.
He was so heavy as he leaned on her to walk to her car. Y/n loathes this man yet she does so many caring things for him that it makes her stomach hurt. She gets nothing out of this exchange yet she continues to go back with him.
She placed him in the passenger seat of her car and he just mumbled to himself the entire ride to her apartment. She was thankful to be on the first floor because it would be a hazard to try to get Lee to walk up some stairs like this. She helped him sit on her raggedy couch. He looked like he was going to vomit.
"How many drinks did you have?" She began her interrogation on him, but she doubts she will get a coherent answer tonight.
"Just one."
As he spoke he reached into his pocket to show her the "one" bottle that he drank from tonight. A few candy wrappers fell out of his pocket when he pulled the bottle out. They were jolly ranchers wrappers which was the kind she bought to share with him.
"What happened? Why did you get so fucked up? I need to get you home Lee."
Y/n was in panic mode. There was no way she could take Lee home but she didn't know how to deal with him like this. He had been tipsy around her before, sure, but she has never seen him this drunk.
"No, no...don't wanna go back. Just let me sleep it off," he slurred. He haphazardly kicked his shoes off and pulled his jacket off so he could get comfortable on her couch. He's going to wake up with a sore back if he sleeps on that thing.
"You can't get drunk like this ever again. And you also can't stay the night here ever again. Your wife is going to find out one day
He just groaned and turned away from her on the couch. She just sighed in defeat. She will deal with him in the morning.
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She feels the bed around 3 am. She could not sleep after leaving Lee in a state like that on her couch and she has been up ever since. Y/n was so tired but her body was not agreeing with sleep at the moment. Heavy arms wrapped around her as she held her breath.
"You smell so good, Florence. Just like roses."
"Lee, it's me." She waited for him to respond, afraid that he would get upset or angry with her for no good reason. Her ego was a little hurt after he mistook her for his wife.
"I'm just jokin' with you cherry." Even though he was suffering from a hangover, he still has the capacity to tease her.
Y/n turned around to face him but he had his eyes closed and a pleased smile on his face. She can't deny how handsome he looks, especially with his full cheeks.
"Why did you get that drunk last night?"
"I'm a grown man."
"You weren't acting like it last night. You were like a defiant child," her voice began to rise in volume and Lee winced.
"Don't yell, please. You can be mad at me all you want but please don't yell. I've got a headache that's going to last for days."
"It's what you deserve."
Lee finally opened his eyes just so he could see that pouty look on her face. Y/n called him a defiant child, but she was one to talk. She was always acting like a brat around him.
"You don't mean that girl. If you did, you would've left me at Tecumseh. You care about me."
"Lee-"
"Just admit it. You care."
"Lee, you are married."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
This was the uncomfortable conversation Y/n wanted to have. It was always shot down by Lee. He had no problem fucking her, but talking about where they stand or his cheating was always a problem.
"Cherry, I wish you'd just let things be as they are. Wish you would always be a good girl like you are in the back of my cruiser."
"I don't want to be your mistress Lee. If we keep doing this then we're going to get caught and your wife will leave you. Then what?"
"I'll move you in and put a ringer on your finger. Maybe give you a few kids too," he chuckled.
Y/n couldn't bring herself to find joy in his comments. She has some underlying feelings for him and he's right, she does care. But her conscience can't stop thinking about the fact that he has a wife. The only time she forgets is when his dick is inside of her.
"I'm a whore, remember?"
"Just because I fucked you like one in front of my deputies doesn't mean you are one," his hand rested on her hot cheek and he stroked it with his thumb, "you're my cherry girl. The only person I love being inside of. You act like you hate me but you're always wet for me; I bet you're wet right now. I love what we have and I don't want it to end."
She has no more to say to him. She just sighs and closes her eyes. Lee can practically see the wheels turning in her head. While he saw this as a very simple situation, she viewed it as more complex and always seemed to look for ways to make it complicated for the two to just enjoy it for what it is. Y/n is young and Lee is sure she is not ready to settle down yet. They're just having some fun. And if they do in fact get caught and his wife leaves him, then his cherry would make one hell of a wife.
#lee bodecker#lee bodecker x reader#lee bodecker x ofc#lee bodecker smut#lee bodecker x you#lee bodecker x y/n#Sebastian Stan#lee bodecker fic#The Devil All The Time#Dark Fic
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Allo Can I be blessed with some Porco headcanons with a female reader whose from Paradise ;;c;; Both fluff angst n smut >~< Thank uu
Porco dating someone from Paradis Island
Porco Galliard Headcanon
Warnings: NSFW Content
ALSO SPOILERS!! IF YOU HAVENT READ THE MANGA!! I REPEAT SPOILERS!!
when you and porco first met, neither of you knew of the others identity
porco had just gotten back from war and you were there to infiltrate marley for information
in fact, you both seemed to be running from who were supposed to be, just wanting a break from your destinies
this caused you both to somehow end up by the ocean one day, just when the sun was setting
you had been sitting close to the shore, the water lapping at your feet when all of a sudden a voice caught your attention
“hey—! wha—! you’re not supposed to be here!”
not expecting for anyone to actually be down there that time of night, you quickly whipped around with alarm in your eyes
“w-whose there?” you ask nervously, terrified that you were gonna get caught and your cover was gonna be blown
after all, levi had specifically forbid you from wandering off
“the tickle monster— who the hell do you think? no citizens are supposed to—”
when porco finally came into the light and he saw you sitting there, eyes wide as your sundress blew in the wind, he was immediately taken aback
not only were you trespassing, but you were also...different
whether it was your skin, your eyes, or just simply the fact that he had never seen you before, porco was astonished
“i-i’m sorry! please don’t tell! i didn’t mean to, i—”
“hey, hey,” immediately his entire demeanor changed. “don’t worry, i’m not gonna tell. how could i rat out a beautiful lady like yourself?”
from that day forwards, you both were gone
you began to see each other again and again and again, at first just by pure coincidence, but then it soon became intentionally
porco would purposely seek out the pretty girl wearing pretty dresses, and you’d sometimes linger in the marketplace to see if he’d be there
it wasn’t long before you two began hanging out
porco asked to accompany to the beach again and since he was a high ranking eldian he was allowed there
of course, he didn’t tell you that
both of you kept your identies a firm secret, but neither of you knew
you just thought that maybe he was a high ranking soldier and he assumed that you were marleyan bc you didn’t wear an armband
you and porco became extremely close and it wasn’t long before a relationship blossomed
porco was horrible at being romantic, but he tried, he really did try for you
he’d bring you flowers, buy you little things of chocolate bc he knew it was your favorite
he’d try to leave you little love letter in the morning and it’d absolutely melt your heart
he’d spoil you and use his status to take you to the finest restaurants in liberio
sometimes when you were out people would recognize porco, but he’d always keep the interactions brief
when it came to porco, you probably didn’t know much about him
he was kinda closed off, and he wanted to seem strong to you so he never shared much
but that was okay— what he did share was enough for you
when it came to you though, he’d want to know all about you
he could stay up for hours listening to you explain your childhood, leaving out the parts where you were really from
he’d love knowing about you and would hold you close, often falling asleep to your stories
really, porco was a gentle yet protective lover
he could be extremely jealous and it translated into the bedroom
sex with him was rough, with porco being the dominant most of the time
he loved to mark you and degrade you, wanting you to scream out who exactly you belonged to
he’d pound you into the mattress and tell you what a good little slut you were and then he’d make you cum all over him
afterwards, he’s not much for aftercare lol but at least he’d hold you?
if he fell for you quickly then he’d probably introduce you to pieck
and she would LOVE you, thinking how it was cute that porco was so mean to everybody else but so soft around his girl
he likes touching you, that’s for sure
always has an arm slung around you
in all honesty, he’d be an amazing boyfriend and uwu but you know it’s not gonna last...
technically, you and porco were doomed from the start
he was lying to you about who he was, liking the fact that you loved him, not the jaw titan, ‘marley hero.’
you were lying to him, not even from marley and an island devil that they seemed to hate
your love came to a boiling point, eventually
when you both found out who the other truly was, both you and porco were shocked— like hella shocked
you were on the battlefield, defending eren when all of a sudden you spotted porco and pieck from up above
you wanted to scream and abandon everything right then and there, to tell them both to get the hell out of there
but then,,, porco looked up and saw you using ODM gear, wearing the same suit as the people attacking marley
his eyes widened, not even believing it as betrayal and anger seeped through his veins
“y/n!”
you’d be so terrified to face him
you’d probably break down crying and explain that you hadn’t meant for it to be this way— you didn’t mean to lie and yes, you truly did love porco
but then,,, you’d be exposed to his own little secret
as marley soliders began shooting at you, yelling at you to get away from the warriors, porco would suddenly scoop you up and transform to shield you from their bullets
everybody, including your comrades, was absolutely dumbfounded to see him throw you on his back and run away with you
and you’d be literally frozen, not even believing this was happening
“what...the...fuck...”
porco kept you safe during the entire battle, up until he decided to take eren on
you couldn’t lie, even though your relationship was probably gonna be in shambles after that it hurt so bad to see him just laying there, not even knowing if he was alive
you tried to find out, you tried to go towards him and yank him out of his titan but jean swooped in and tackled you at the last second
you were a crying mess but he held you, kicking and screaming and all, not letting go until you were safely on the plane
“jean, please! you guys don’t understand — i have to go back! i have to see—!”
“i’m sorry, y/n, but this is for the best. you have to let go, you may never see him again.”
for the next few months, or years that you were separated from porco, you’d be a hollow mess
It’d take some time for you to forgive him, and him you
for the longest he stayed on marley, bitter and cursing your name
cursing himself for falling in love with an island devil
he hated you, he wanted to kill you...only...he didn’t
deep down porco knew that he still loved you
and he carried that love everywhere with him, even if it tore him apart inside
he was stuck between wanting to be in your arms again and wanting to be loyal to marley
after finding out where you were from, he’d have so much rage and so many questions
you were a devil, yes, but...were you?
you were so sweet and compassionate and kind...how could you be?
you were the exact opposite of what porco had been taught
you weren’t a devil...marley had lied
they had lied and filled him with all this hatred for people he didn’t even know
it infuriated him, and it saddened him that he couldn’t be with you all because he was brainwashed
for the time that you were apart, porco was a mess
he hardly looked alive anymore, only thinking about you day and day out
he longed for the day he’d see you again
and when he did—
all hell was breaking loose, AGAIN
marley was declaring war on paradis
there were people everywhere, titans ranging about, eren being...eren
you of course were on the front lies, just trying to survive when you suddenly spotted him
could it be? no...
you didn’t wanna believe it at first
you couldn’t
you only stared at porco’s scrunched up face in shock, not moving despite that being incredibly dangerous
likewise, porco was shocked to see you there, alive and once again fighting for paradis
it felt just like the first time, but this time you both had months to prepare your words
and the first thing you said to each other?
“i’m sorry.”
the words shocked both you and porco even further, but it felt...right
“y/n...i’m so sorry i—”
“please, pock i should be the one to apologize. i lied, i know i did. but i—”
“i lied too. we both did. guess that’s why we were made for each other,” porco chuckled humorously, you nodding in agreement
for a moment, you both just stood there looking at each other
but then, months of tension boiled over and finally you just kissed, in the middle of the battlefield
“uh, guys? that’s romantic and all but FUCKING FOCUS WILL YOU?”
porco promises he’ll find you after the battle
and what do you know, he keeps his promise and after that you guys live happily ever after the manga doesn’t exist
#porco snk#porco aot#porco galliard x reader#porco galliard#porco x reader#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan imagine#shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction#shingeki no kyoujin imagine#shingeki no kyoujin x reader#shingeki no kyojin#asks#spicytea.txt
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Safe Haven Feels
Pairing: Gally x Reader
Rated: mature 18+ only! Smut and fluff!
Requested by: Anon
“Hello:))) just wondering if you could do one with Gally x reader. Maybe with the prompts: 65 and 93? Prehaps were they confess their feelings 7n the safe heaven, so fluff and smut..”
Prompt 65: “How do you think it feels?”
Prompt 93: “I’m glad I have you.”
We finally made it. All that time running, hiding, and fighting WCKD. We finally took them down and made it to the safe haven Vince has been on about. Honestly the place was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I can ever remember seeing. It was an island surrounded by a white beach and crystal blue water. The once undisturbed sands now had all of the immunes moving around on it. Setting up makeshift huts and bringing the supplies from the boat.
“Watch’s thinking about?” The voice asked next to my ear.
I jumped nearly coming out of my skin. I whipped around to see Gally trying to hold back a laugh as he held a large box of supplies.
“You scared the shit out of me.” I huffed.
“I know that’s what I was going for.” He chuckled.
“You’re an ass” I scolded him but couldn’t help the smile on my face.
“Yea, yea I know. Come on all hands on deck. You can admire the view later.” Gally said nudging me with his arm.
I nodded then followed him back to the ship. With every hand we hand helping it only took one day to get all the supplies off the ship. People were moving onto making the huts and other buildings we would need. When the sun finally set Vince called for a break. We worked hard enough today.
I sat around the fire with Gally on one side and Brenda on the other. I was halfway through my food when Brenda nudged me. I glanced up at her. She nodded for me to move closer.
“I haven’t seen things progress yet.” She said quietly.
I raised a confused brow at her. She smiled then leaned back to look over my shoulder. I followed her eyes to land on Gally. I instantly knew what she meant.
“We just kicked WCKD’s ass and just got to the safe haven. Give me time to settle in.” I whispered.
“Excuses” she whispered back.
“What?” I asked completely stunned.
“You’re just gonna keep giving excuses. After this one it’ll be you’re too busy helping set things up. Then you’ll be too busy with whatever job you’re given. It’ll just keep going on and on.” Brenda rolled her eyes.
“No it won’t I just need to get settled first is all.” I said softly trying not to pout from her words.
“Yea I’m sure” Brenda chuckled dryly and shook her head.
I went back to my original seat then glance beside me at Gally. He was finished with his food and now talking animatedly with Minho and Fry. I knew Brenda was right. I was just making excuses because I’m scared. What if I tell him and he laughs in my face? I don’t really think that will happen but it could. I sighed tilting my head up to look at the sky. I was quickly looking back at the group as someone else nudged me. This time it was Gally.
“You alright?” He asked softly leaning closer.
I felt the heat instantly rise to my cheeks.
“Yea” I squeaked.
I jumped from my seat discarding my food then putting some distance between me and the group of immunes. I’m so ridiculous. For years I was around Gally with no problem then he died, then he was alive, then Brenda had to bring my feelings into the light and now I’m a mess.
“(Y/N)?” Gally’s voice instantly had me frozen.
“You sure you’re alright?” He asked as he slowly walked closer.
“Fine” I cleared my throat.
“I’m fine” I smiled weakly up at him.
“You’re not a very good liar.” He smiled down at me.
“I know” I sighed then fell onto the grass.
I laid back staring up at the sky as I heard Gally chuckle. I kept my eyes on the stars as I felt him laying beside me in the grass.
“This place is beautiful isn’t it?” He asked softly.
“Yes it it” I whispered.
“You going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He asked suddenly keeping his eyes trained upwards.
“It’s not important. We don’t talk about this kinda stuff.” I said softly.
“Why don’t we?” I felt his head turn to look at me.
I kept my eyes on the sky.
“Cause I’m one of the guys right?” I asked a little colder than I intended.
“Well yea but what’s that have to do with anything?” He chuckled lightly.
I finally turned my head to look at him.
“How do you think if feels? To be looked at as just one of the guys when I want to be looked at differently.” I asked him seriously.
He looked taken aback for a moment.
“Differently how?” He asked in confusion.
I groaned feeling completely embarrassed.
“I don’t want you to look at me as one of the guys. I want you to look at me as someone you like.” I said softly.
“I do like you.” He said simply.
“No, I mean someone you see more than a friend.” I corrected.
Gally chuckled turning to lay on his side completely facing me.
“(Y/N), I know what you meant. I’m saying I do like you as more than a friend. I have since day one.” He smiled down at me.
“Wait, what?” I asked propping myself up on my elbows to look down at him.
“I always treated you as I one of the guys because before anything else you’re my friend and a damn good friend at that. But how could I not like a pretty girl who didn’t mind to get her hands dirty and can kick almost anyone’s ass? You may be one of the guys but you’re still the only girl I’ve ever had feelings for.” Gally said softly as he picked at the grass.
I was stunned. I had no words. Did he really mean that? Before I could think of anything to say Gally was getting to his feet. I just laid on the grass in shock looking up at him. He chuckled at the sight of me then grabbed my arms pulling me to my feet as well. He glanced over his shoulder at the group still around the fire. He placed his hand against my back then nodded for me to walk with him.
“Did you really mean all that?” I asked softly as I watched my feet.
“Of course. I’m so glad I have you even if it’s just as a friend. Although I’d love it more if you wanted to be more than friends.” He chuckled softly.
I stopped walking suddenly making Gally stumble slightly then turn to face me.
“That’s all I’ve wanted since I met you in the Glade.” I whispered.
Everything that was happening around us stopped the moment I felt Gally’s lips against mine. The sound of the ocean, the wind through the grass and trees, the loud chatter back at the fire all stopped. My eyes fluttered closed as I gripped the front of his shirt tightly like he might disappear. My back was suddenly against a tree making me realize we had made it to the tree line far from the other immunes.
I pushed Gally back then gestured for him to lay down. Once he was back on the grass I climbed onto his lap. I continued our heated kiss until his hands skimmed under my shirt. Just the feeling of his bare hands against my skin set me on fire. I sat back quickly pulling my shirt over my head. He sat up to do the same not taking his eyes off me. I kissed him again as his hands roamed my back. I felt him fiddle with the clasp of my bra for a moment then it unclipped. He tossed it to the side. I groaned softly as his hands gently caressed me.
I stood up suddenly taking my shorts of quickly. I rid him of his shorts as well before he had the chance to do it himself. My body was on fire and I couldn’t wait any longer. He groaned the moment I grabbed him with my hand. I sat back down then kissed him as I moved to sit back on him. The slow deep groan that left his lips was the most incredible sound I’d ever heard. His hands instantly grabbed my hips as I started to move against him.
“(Y/N)” he whispered as he grabbed my head and pulled me down to him.
He held my body against him as I continued to move. He kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks, my temple, and my neck. Anywhere he could reach he would kiss. His grip on me tightened as I moved faster. I could feel the foreign feeling grow in the pit of my stomach. I grasped as I clutched at Gally’s shoulders.
Just as I was about to scream for the mounting pressure Gally captured my lips with his muffling the sound as everything unraveled.
“Fuck” Gally gasped as his body tensed.
I collapsed on top of him breathing heavily. Gally hugged me to him then kissed the top of my head.
“As much as I hate to we should probably get back to the others.” He panted.
“Yea, you’re right.” I breathed out as I slowly got up.
We both got dressed slowly. Gally kept interrupting me by kissing different parts of my exposed flesh. I had to swat him away while chuckling so I could finish putting my clothes on. Once we were both dressed we made our way back to the camp. The first person to notice us was of course Brenda.
“Glad to see you gave up on those excuses.” She said with a mischievous smile.
“Yea, we talked it out.” I said shrugging.
“Mhm, looks like you did more than talk.” She laughed.
“What?” I asked in instant panic.
With a huge shit eating grin Brenda stepped forward picking a few pieces of grass and leaves from both mine and Gally’s hair.
“Your shirt is also on backwards.” She pointed to Gally with her smile still in place.
“Night you two.” She added then walked away.
“How does she do that?” Gally grumbled as he quickly fixed his shirt.
“No clue” I huffed out a laugh.
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#nothingbutfangirlsmut#fanfiction#gally smut#gally x reader#gally imagine#tmr gally#gally#the maze runner#requestsopen#requested#request#anonymous
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embrace
soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
series masterlist // previous // next
part three
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a/n: hi bffs !!! here is the third installment for my soulmate au !! i think I’ll make one or two more parts and then end it ! let me know what you guys think i love reading your thoughts !! <3 (bonus points if u find all the parallels heh)
You didn’t hesitate throwing your arms around him, tears flowing down your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. Bucky held you just as tight, burrowing his face in your shoulder and a smile on his face.
Bucky felt home. He felt the way he imagined the smell of freshly baked cookies would feel, he felt warm and fuzzy. Bucky felt happy.
“i- where have you been what happened i thought- we all- oh my god steve he’s been going crazy and-” you rambled, a smile on your face. You looked at bucky, he was just as tall as your remembered, his eyes a bit brighter and you felt your heart flutter.
“oh come in!” You chuckled, pulling him by his metal arm into your home, a smile on your face as you led him to your living room.
“i never introduced myself” he spoke, eyes on the ground as you prepared two cups of hot chocolate. You looked at him, laughing lightly.
“guess you didn’t huh” you replied, taking out the cups and putting in some marshmallows before walking back over to the couch, setting the two cups on the table and turning to face him.
“I’m y/n” you smiled brightly, extending your hand out. Bucky grinned, shaking your hand and introducing himself.
“I’m bucky” you felt your face heat up as he smiled at you, much different from the last time when you looked at each other.
“does Steve know you’re here? that you’re you?” you questioned, eyeing him to try and get read on his body language. He shifted slightly, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“not really no, i-” he hesitated before fiddling with his hands and speaking up again, “ive been laying low, i just couldn’t stop thinking about you and the visions i saw” he spoke, blushing and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face.
“i couldn’t either” you replied, looking at him before looking at the way the marshmallows melted into the hot chocolate. “I was so worried these past couple of months, i tried helping steve and Sam but it was so much and we were getting no where” you mumbled, heart falling as you thought of all your fruitless efforts.
Bucky noticed the way your voice trembled as you spoke and how you grilled the mug a little tighter. He felt his chest tighten.
“I’m here now doll” he spoke softly, moving to put your mug down and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
You relaxed into his touch, tears welling in your eyes once more, you let yourself lean into him, closing your eyes for a second and enjoying his embrace.
“i missed you so much, can’t believe i could miss someone i didn’t even know that much” you laughed, sniffling lightly as you pulled away
“we’re soulmates dollface, we’re meant to be” he smiled softly at you and you nodded, a small smile as you wiped away a couple stray tears.
It was easy to fall into comfortable conversation with each other. All laughs and giggles as you spoke, the sun high in the sky already and the city wide awake despite it being early in the morning.
You so happy to have bucky with you, a smile on your face as you started to think of all you had to show him, thoughts of the future you had seen made you giddy with excitement.
“oh you have to meet Sam! The two of you would be so funny together bickering all the time- oh also there’s this coffee shop i really like, very quaint but-” you rambled, trying to fit in everything you wanted to tell bucky.
“I’m moving” bucky cut you off, a frown on his face as he glanced over at you. He focused his gaze on you, stomach dropping when you stared at him with a confused expression.
“like here? to New York?” You were quiet, knowing that’s not what he meant. Bucky but his bottom lip in frustration before turning to you with sad eyes.
“romania, i cant be here- not while HYDRA is still out there and I’m wanted for everything I’ve done” bucky frowned. Your heart broke in your chest, you wanted to curl up and cry.
You just got him back. You had lost him twice already, you weren’t sure if you could handle a third.
“you can’t- i just got you back you can’t go” you shook your head, eyes watery already. You held his hand tightly and bucky wanted to badly to stay.
“i have to” he whispered, “you know i do.”
And you did, you knew this was his best chance and you had to let him go. You knew how painful it would be and how much you would miss him. You thought about the amount of time you had cried at night, wishing you could get to the future already.
But you also knew you would get your happy ending, you knew at some point in your life you would be happily in love and laughing in a meadow of flowers watching a sunset with him. And that’s what you held onto.
“promise me you’ll come back to me” you whispered, scooting closer to him, his hands still in yours.
“I always will doll” he smiled, slipping his hand out of yours and placing it softly under your chin, tilting your head so you could look at him. Your watery eyes met his baby blue ones, you swore they sparkled slightly.
“don’t worry your pretty head doll, we still have forever to be happy” he smiled, leaning in slightly. Bucky stopped centimeters away from your lips, your heart racing at his actions, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
“may i?” He whispered. You didn’t reply, instead you crashed your lips onto him. It was needy and rough, your teeth hitting each other at one point but you didn’t care. It felt like your heart were beating in sync, you felt whole.
You both pulled away, breathless before laughing lightly, your hair messy from his hands tugging at it. Bucky ran his hand through his hair, a charming smile on his face as you two regained your composure.
“if you kiss me like that again i don’t think I’ll let you go” you teased, heart heavy as he frowned slightly.
“what if i kiss you like this” he mumbled, softly placing his lips back onto yours. It was much gentler, softer and sweet. Your hand easily finding its way to his hair, fingers cascading through his soft hair. Bucky smiled into the kiss, giving you a soft peck before pulling away.
“you’re gonna be the death of me” you whispered, heart thumping in your ears. Bucky smiled at you sweetly, pulling you into his arms and holding you.
You wiggled a bit, laying your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, your eyes closing and falling asleep before you could even fight to stay awake.
Bucky woke you up at around 1 pm, shaking you gently. Your eyes opened slowly and you realized you were back in your bed, tucked in under your blanket.
“i waited a bit before bringing you back to bed, didn’t wanna wake you again” bucky smiled and you laughed, sitting up and yawning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
“i got some food for us, figured you’d be hungry” bucky spoke, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you walked out of your room when you finished brushing your teeth and changing out of your pajamas.
You looked at bucky with a smile on your face, bounding over to him and tackling him with a hug, kissing his cheek. You silently thanked the universe for giving you bucky as your soulmate as the two of you talked while you ate.
Bucky had never felt so at ease, he wasn’t worried about someone kicking his door down or having to keep running. All he could focus on was the way you would smile anytime he laughed and the way you blushed when your eyes would meet.
The two of you spent the day together, cuddled up on the couch and watching a movie, just like you had seen the first time the two of you ever touched. You smiled to yourself while bucky focused on the movie, his hand mindlessly drawing circles on your arm as he held you. This was how it was meant to be, your soulmate by your side and the feeling of home.
But nothing ever seems to go as it should. By the time night came you were saying goodbye, both of you teary eyed as he held you tightly, not wanting to go but know he had to.
It had taken an hour to move from the couch to halfway to the door, both of you crying messes with soft giggles trying to cheer each other up.
Finally you had reached the door, both of you going through too many tissues and looking at each other with teary eyes and matching pink noses.
“before i go” bucky turned, pulling away from the handle and into his jacket pocket, you could hear the jingling of metal. “I want you to have these, until we can be together again” he smiled, holding out his dog tags.
You didn’t know what to say, tears flowing down your cheeks again as you looked at him. Bucky hugged you, letting you cry into his chest for a moment before you calmed down.
“are you sure buck? I mean they must mean so much to you” you looked at him and he smiled, nodding before easily putting them on you, his heart fluttering as he took in the sight of them on you.
“I’ll see you soon dollface” Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and you nodded, hands clutching his dog tags.
“see you soon lovebug, I’ll be waiting here for you” you smiled, loving the way he blushed at the new nickname.
When you found out about steve finding him in Romania you acted surprised, guilt washing over you for hiding the information from your friend but you knew it’s what bucky wanted.
You offered to go help him and Sam on the rescue mission but they stopped you, telling you it was best for you to stay out of this one. You wanted to argue but you couldn’t blame them, you had been a wreck after bucky left, barely sleeping and crying over your soulmate.
You didn’t expect the bombing at the UN, bucky being framed and the whole team falling out. You had been in New York the whole time, skipping out on the meeting with the accords because you just so happened to have the flu that week.
“oh yeah stay home i can’t afford you getting everyone sick” tony has spoken over the phone, hanging up on you, a frown on your face. Not ten minutes later did you get a notification saying food was being delivered to your house, nice warm soup along with some medicine to help you feel better.
You least expected steve flying you out to wakanda, eyes wide as you took in all the technology, heart thumping in your chest knowing bucky would be right around the corner.
You felt your heart stop as you saw him in a white tank top, running up to him and wrapping your arms around him. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling and bucky held you tightly with his right arm, leaning into your touch.
“oh doll I’ve missed you so damn much” he mumbled, a smile on his face as the two of you held each other for the first time in months.
“missed you so much more james” you spoke breathless, pulling away before placing a gentle kiss on his lips, the two of you smiling and resting your foreheads against each other.
“y/n-” you pressed your lips to his, quieting him. Pulling away you looked at him with love in your eyes, heart racing as he smiled at you softly.
“Steve already told me” you explained, knowing how much it would pain him to tell you. Bucky nodded, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he looked at you. His eyes landed on the outline of his dog tags under your shirt.
“you still have ‘em on” he whispered his eyes soft and his heart melting as you nodded.
“I never take them off lovebug” you replied, holding his hand in your as he smiled up at you. Steve placed a hand on your shoulder signaling it was time.
You stepped away from bucky, his hand holding onto yours tighter, not wanting to let go. You made sure you kept his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers.
“You sure about this?” Steve spoke up and bucky nodded, a tight smile on his face as his eyes flickered between the two of you.
“i cant trust my own mind,” he chuckled dryly, “until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head i think going back under is the best thing” he looked at you with a soft smile, “for everybody.”
You squeezed his hand, nodding your head softly. “don’t worry lovebug, I’m yours forever” you whispered, a smile on your face as he recognized the phrase as the same on you had spoke to him in the flashes when you first touched.
“I’m yours forever, doll” Bucky spoke, kissing your temple before slipping his hand out of yours, and stepping into the machine.
You stood next to Steve as the machine whirred, looking away as it froze over. Steve put his arm around you, leading you away.
You held onto the memories you had made months ago in your apartment. You held onto the flashes you had gotten of the two of you having a picnic in the meadow, giggling with the sunset in the background.
You held onto bucky, your hope.
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Hey so I just read the Laser Tag AU and maaaan, now I really want to play Splatoon smh aksksjjdjs
Anywayyy my point is: may I request more hcs but with the other boyos (Childe, Albedo, Bennett, Razor, Chongyun, Xingqiu and maybe Aether if you do him too xD)
Laser Tag ( genshin x reader )
Summary - Genshin characters playing laser tag with you their s/o.
Pairings - Reader x Childe/Bennett/Razor/Chongyun/Albedo/Scaramouche
Warnings - Mention of guns and shooting.
A/N - Added in Scaramouche- But I couldn’t think of anything for Xingqiu. I can surprisingly see the majority of the Genshin boys being good at wielding guns, even though they’d probably suck lol
Laser Tag
Childe
Childe is a beast.
Whether it’s in the terrain of his battlefield, or the streets of Liyue playing laser tag, Childe plays to win. He’s always been the competitive type, enjoying the thrill of battle, or in this case, laser tag.
He loves the game.
And of course, you just have to end up on the opposite team as him.
This game is the perfect setup for an enemies to lovers kind of vibe btw. With him shooting at your comrades and eliminating them from left to right, and you doing the same for his team. Very few people stand against him in this game, and his accuracy and sense of battle.
The two of you will spend the entirety of the game playing cat and mouse. Childe chasing after you while you simply escape his sights every time, taking down his teammates while you’re at it.
Childe isn’t as interested in winning, and once you prove to be worthy of a decent laser tag battle, he tries his best to force you to confront him.
Of course you on the other hand take his reckless behaviour to your advantage to turn the game in your favour and strike down his team. You know it’ll piss him off later when you win.
However, it Childe does manage to catch you…
The two of you will fight, that much is obvious. Dodging and attacking him, he will get very into it. Maybe a little too much, but you don’t give in, not until the very end.
Not until he’s on top of you, the two of you toppled over a bunch of hay that cushions your fall when he crashes into you. Not until he’s holding the plastic revolver against your temple, staring straight into your eyes with his signature smirk.
He might sneak a little kiss in there just to throw you off.
But in the end he will make sure he wins, or rather, he eliminates you. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t win the entirety of the game, taking you down was satisfactory enough, and he feels well accomplished and content after.
Would definitely rub it in your face.
If you brush it off as something you didn’t really try in, be prepared to be pinned against the wall and kissed until you admit that you were in fact, doing your best. And yes, he won fair and square.
Bennett
Omg this precious boy-
Bennett will try his hardest, stick by your side and shoot at any approaching target. Considering that the two of you are on the same team, he will promise to protect you.
With one problem.
No matter how well he aims, whether it is going to hit his target or not, the lazer disagrees. Rather, his terrible luck absolutely ruins it and somehow his lazer point ends up somewhere completely else.
“It changed its direction completely!”
Well… you never know, maybe it’s the gun that sends the lazers ray so far off, but considering it’s Bennett, you know it’s no coincidence.
So you end up protecting him.
Dragging him from place to place and shooting down your opponents, the two of you spend your time tripping over random large ass rocks ( with only Bennett’s terrible luck to blame ) and attacking opponents.
You make sure that Bennett is not shot, no matter what. And you give everyone else a terrible glare that basically screams that if they shoot him, they’ll face your wrath.
Nobody shoots Bennett.
By the end of the game, he’ll be grinning ear to ear. And even if he didn’t manage to eliminate anyone, he’ll boast about how his amazing dodging skills pulled him through the game. You’ll agree, lacing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to the good Hunter to get a good meal.
Just to buy one though, the poor boy can’t cook for his life.
Razor
“Razor… very confused.”
The wolf boy has difficulty with the rules of the game, but the concept of pointing the gun at an opponent and shooting them with a lazer isn’t too hard to grasp.
You find out very quickly that Razor is actually pretty good with aim.
His hands don’t shake for one, and he is so adept to his surroundings that people struggle finding the source of their depleting health. Despite being overall confused at how to play, Razor easily becomes one of the main players taking opponents down.
As someone on his team, he makes sure to keep you by his side the entire time. He understands the elimination part, and he doesn’t want his lupical to get taken out, even if it’s a game.
He can be oddly affectionate at certain times, pushing your face against his chest as he takes out the remaining players in the field you both are in. He will carry you, and take no hesitation when pulling you out of the way, even if it’s a little too rough.
When the game ends, it might take a while to explain to the poor boy that your team won. And that it was a good thing.
Razor will begin to smile when he notices how content you are with it.
Chongyun
This man has the audacity to wield a gun while licking his ‘popsicle.’
Like goddamnit Chongyun, being good at shooting is already a flex, you don’t have to nibble at your popsicle while you’re at it.
You can’t really blame him though, it’s hot outside, and with the sun beaming down on the poor boy's head you know he can’t stand it. Especially with all the adrenaline and yells from opposing teams.
As someone on the same team as him, you take on the job of Chongyun’s personal popsicle restocker, and shooting anyone down once he gets tired. As good as the boy is at shooting, he sucks at keeping himself unknown to the other players.
So you take on the job to make sure they don’t shoot him down.
The two of you are a good team, and if it gets too hot, Chongyun might even let you have one of his popsicles. Of course you don’t have his talent of being able to shoot while having a popsicle in your mouth-
Your team will end up losing though, and even though Chongyun isn’t bothered, he will be slightly worried if you care. The two of you were obviously trying your best, and as long as you both had fun that’s all that matters to him.
But if it really bothers you that much…
He knows you feel comforted by physical contact, so he’ll hold your hand and offer a comforting smile. Tell you that you played well, and that he had fun.
That cheers you up right away.
Kiss him on the cheek please, even though he will flinch at the contact, his cheeks are flushed red and he won’t admit it. But he likes it.
Albedo
Why is it so easy to picture Albedo as a hot sexy stoic mafioso wielding a gun?
Anyways, Albedo is terribly good at wielding a gun. So good at that he only holds the plastic revolver with one hand, never missing a shot as he walks down the streets of Monstadt.
He knows the area well, so good luck trying to sneak up on him. The way his eyes so carelessly sweep the buildings, it hardly looks like he’s trying. Eliminating players with his lasers as he mindlessly strides past the fountain.
Of course, you’re against him.
Albedo isn’t really motivated to play, he’d rather be in his lab experimenting or recording down his discoveries. But he was dragged into this mess, he might as well play his part and support his team.
Albedo won’t hesitate to shoot at you and take you down.
As much as you may be important to you, he plays this game fair and square. He will take you down, or rather, he will try, because you get creative :)
He knows Monstadt well, but he can’t possibly keep his eye on all angles around him. So you’ll aim for his blind spots, throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Simply eliminating him isnt satisfying enough, you need more.
So you turn this into a little game to fluster him.
Tackle him and pin him down, watch him scramble for the gun and then give him a peck on the lips. Watch as his grip loosens, and one of his hands instinctively come to nestle against your hair to pull you closer, and then you pull away.
Watching his idle confusement turn into a light blush on his cheeks is just too good, and how he grows even redder when you start laughing is even better.
Of course his team wins, not that he cares.
The minute the game ends he’s back in his office, conducting experiments. You can go interrupt him though, sneak into his office and press a kiss against his neck. He doesn’t often react or do much to it, but after your linger kiss at the game, he will pull you close and sit you on his lap. Have a proper make out session after you left him hanging with that peck earlier ;)
Scaramouche
This little man is ‘terrifying’.
It’s scary enough that whether you’re against him or on the same team as him, you keep your distance.
“Are you avoiding me Y/n?”
You play on the same team, and even if he’s your boyfriend, you know better than to stay too close when it comes to battle. He shows his cruelty, and you really weren’t looking forward to be put in the middle of that.
‘Unfortunately you didn’t have a choice-‘
Scaramouche will literally drag you, a hand looped around your waist to tug you to his side and take you along with him as he takes down opponents after opponents. He doesn’t ask for your praise, but you still give him it knowing he appreciates it. Mentally.
When he’s tired or bored, he will lean his head on your shoulder, wait there for a bit before jumping back up and shooting a random straggler on the sides. Heavens knows how the boy knows he was there, it’s like he has some sixth sense.
We don’t even want to get into his accuracy and precision, Scaramouche is born a mafioso.
At the end when your team wins, no surprise, give him a hug. Tell him he did well and even if he tries to push away, hold him tight. Even though he could easily pull your arms away if he wanted to, he’ll just pretend to give a little struggle and then give in to your warmth.
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fratboy!gray having a shy nerdy girlfriend and at a party someone makes fun of her in front of grayson and he goes off on them for hurting his precious girls feelings ://
im a sucker for frat boy gray where he’s such a douche bag to everyone else but has a soft spot his girl 🥺
grayson knew parties weren't your scene, he knew you would much rather be wrapped up in the comfort on your own bed, book in hand and cup of tea steaming away on your bedside table as you escaped reality. quite frankly he would much rather join you than have to suffer another night of drinking, drugs and girls trying it on with him.
he only had eyes for one girl- you, and he made it well known to everyone on campus. you were his girl and you were not to be messed with. however, it seemed some people never understood the message.
after wearing you down and bribing you with kisses and cuddles and wanting to show off his girl to his brothers who had heard so much about you, you reluctantly agreed to attending the party. arriving later than the rest of party goers however, as you needed to finish up an essay that wasn’t due until the following week, but you always needed to be ahead of schedule. it was one of your many traits that made grayson fall even deeper in love with you.
it was your shyness that drew him to you in the first place. a trait you found annoying and often frustrated by, grayson found it endearing and adorable. he loved watching your cheeks flush red with heat whenever he complimented you or told you how much he loved you.
he found your ‘nerdiness’ precious and admirable, encouraging the so called heart throb and popular kid of campus to buckle down and focus more on his studies. he had you to thank, you kept grounded.
you threw on your most comfortable clothes, not one to show off your body or dress to impress anyone, deciding on grayson’s football jersey he had left at your house the night before, black leggings and a pair of vans. you took one last look in the mirror and reminded yourself you were doing this for grayson.
mutpitle texts of ‘im on the way’, ’im here’ and ‘meet me outside?” went unanswered as your boyfriend, who was also the host of the party, was being pulled around the room but fans of him who were desperate for his attention. his eyes constantly flickered over to the door, uninterested in the conversations he was having and waiting for you to arrive and turn his night around for the better.
he was distracted from his conversation with a girl he hadn't even bothered to learn the name off when he spotted a large crowd gather in the hall way. load. his ears were met with unsettling comments being directed towards someone he couldn’t quite see from his spot in the kitchen, making him completely blind to the groups of students surrounded you and making you feel so unwelcome as you anxiously searched the party of the one person who made you feel the safest.
grayson blood boiled as he pushed his way further into the crowd, his shoulders puffed and hands balled to his side when he finally made eye contact with your teary ones. on noticing it was you, being submitted to his own team mates calling you a loser, a nerd, a nobody, something inside grayson switched.
“oh look if it isn't little miss y/n, what's a nobody like you doing here. the library’s across campus, loser,” liam, who you had seen hang around with grayson many times in the school canteen, raised his voice in order to gain the attention of all the students in attendance, wanting to turn as many people against you and make you feel as little as possible. you were an easy target for him to gain popularity.
“you dont belong here.”
“dont you have homework to be doing?”
“what is she even wearing.” you heard some girls dressed in the skimpiest clothes laughing at you.
you stood silent, never one to fight back. you weren't strong enough nor brave enough to defend yourself. a weakness of your was showing emotion and that was always used against you, you let some tears fall, hugging yourself as a sense of protection, which only egged on the bullies to harassing you further.
you might not be brave enough to defend yourself, but your overprotective and extremely pissed boyfriend who was storming his way over, certainly was.
liam backed you into a corner, laughing in your face and watching you cry which only aided to boost his ego. he stunk of alcohol, his breath so close to your eye making you recoil into yourself and whimper out for grayson. liam felt untouchable, until the booming voice of your knight in shining armour stopped in his tracks.
you let out a sigh of relief.
“yo liam!” grayson’s voice overshadowed the music, the herd of students parting like the red sea and watching his every move.
students gasped as grayon aggressively pulled liam’s body away from yours by the collar of his shirt, yanking his boy as far away from you as possible and causing him to stumble back, as grayon quickly stood in front of your and acted like a human shield.
he felt you small, shaky hands grip onto the back of his shirt and hide your face. grayson reached one arm behind and held onto your hip, his fingers soothing over your skin to silently remind you he was there and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.
you were always going to safe with him.
his glare remained firm on liam, who looked just as shocked and scared as the crowd that seemed to grow around you and see what all the fuss was about.many people were more interested in the fact grayson dolan had finally settled down, rather than the fight that may occur.
“gray, he-hey bro! great party,” liam stuttered over his words, but straightened up when he noticed students filming the confrontation. he thrived off attention and he knew the easiest way to get it, was to be an arsehole.
if he pushed grayson’s buttons, he would be seen as a hero and he could finally steal grayson’s popularity he was so hungry for. or so he thought it was that easy.
“you got a problem with my girl?” grayson kept his voice low, eyes stern and his hand on you at all times. his muscles were tense but at the feeling of your body press closer to his, he relaxed a little.
“your girl?” liam spat venom. laughing as he tried to catch a glance of you over grayson shoulder, only to prompt grayson to take a step forward.
“bro, you can do so much better. she’s a los-“
grayson didn’t even give liam enough time to finish his sentence before his fist was colliding with his nose. sending liam down to the floor with one hit, blood dropping down his face as grayson stood over his body, tall and angry.
“don’t you ever speak about her like that again. don’t talk about her, to her, don’t even fucking look at her. if i catch you so much as breathe near her, i’ll fucking end you. ya hear me?”
grayson then proceeded to lifted liam off the floor once again by his shirt and dragged his body outside, throwing him onto the lawn of the frat house before slamming the door in his face and immediately running back to your side.
he returned to you with soft gentle eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like you were used to. he instantly pulledyou into his arms and repeatedly apologised for not being there sooner. he held you whist you tried to control your unsteady breathing, your fingers reaching down to cup his bruised fists in your own and kiss each individual knuckle to help sooth the pain he must be feeling.
grayson lifted his other unharmed hand to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping away at the smudged mascara of your under eye. you still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes. an angel sent down from heaven just for him, he wondered what he did in a past life to get so lucky.
“i love you, baby. dont listen to the opinions of people who dont matter, they don’t know about us. they don’t see you the way i see you. you're the most beautiful, person i’v ever met and i dont want no one else, you hear me?”
“yours. im yours, baby.”
grayson leans in to seal his vows with a kiss. pouring every ounce of love he had for you into it and making sure everybody around saw.
reaching for your hand and dragging you out of the party, grayson lead the pair of you back to your dorm room, where you spend the rest of the night tangled up in your sheets, sharing kisses and whispering i love yous till the sun came up.
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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧,𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴,𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨
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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.
Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.
“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.
“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.
As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.
The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.
“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.
“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.
“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.
His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.
I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.
“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.
“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.
“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.
The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.
“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.
“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.
“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.
"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.
The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.
“Soooo,” he said.
“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.
"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.
""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.
His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.
"Im sorry, what did you just say?"
"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"
"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"
“Correct.”
“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”
“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.
“Why?”
It was my turn for a long sigh.
“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.
“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.
“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.
“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.
He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.
Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.
"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.
"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.
It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.
"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.
I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.
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Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo
Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous
I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖
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warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot.
Fushiguro Megumi
-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu.
-Like a lot.
-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces.
-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know.
-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others.
-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other.
-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured.
-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on.
-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal.
-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though.
-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did.
-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now.
-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone.
-Now PDA is non-existent with this one.
-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck.
-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service.
-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission.
-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it.
-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?
-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing.
-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed.
-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that.
-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal.
-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.
-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time.
-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials.
-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand.
-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you.
-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep.
-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship.
-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time.
-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must.
-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one.
-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day.
-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist.
-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon.
-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms.
-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle.
-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones.
-His favorite is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.
-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo.
-He is ready to rip his ears off.
-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.
-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend.
-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*.
Itadori Yuuji
-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?
-Your relationship is naturally effortless.
-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried.
-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.
-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping.
-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it.
-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles.
-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles???
-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions.
-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit.
-Real party crasher.
-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses.
-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public.
-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist.
-It’s a physical need.
-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay.
-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions.
-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means.
-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all.
-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed.
-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart.
-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window.
-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.
-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin.
-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours.
-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage.
-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure.
-An I love you a day is required for good vibes.
-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame.
-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers.
-Fuck him, literally.
Gojo Satoru
-This fucking tease.
-He has no chill!!!!!!
-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!
-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning.
-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day.
-It’s his main goal really.
-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break.
-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones.
-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50.
-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days.
-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness.
-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash.
-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder.
-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you.
-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder.
-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy.
-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him.
-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day.
-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay.
-Talks everyone’s ear off.
-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them.
-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you.
-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer.
-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes.
-Gojo hates them for that.
-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time.
-You are really grateful for him in those moments.
-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe.
-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer.
-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him.
-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses.
-Adores seeing you in his clothes.
-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house.
-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt.
-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged.
-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can.
-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses.
-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him.
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Family Ties
Recovery was a long and tiring process. Kyojuro always struggled with it, having to rest and take the time to heal properly instead of helping with anything and everything he could. Shinobu had scolded him endlessly on why he couldn’t be messing around and trying to sneak out with his injuries, they were too severe for him to be acting like a child. He couldn’t help it though, his family was at home waiting for him. His beautiful baby girl and her adorable face, those tiny fingers and hands, the small tufts of blonde hair that she had. He only got to hold her once before Shinobu had him taken to the butterfly estate. He felt restless, knowing he couldn’t see his wife in her motherly glow, a glow that he only got to hold onto for a few minutes. It had been a full week since he was brought to the butterfly estate, confined to one of the rooms designated for the hashira, away from the chaos and yelling the rest of the estate contained.
“Rengoku, time for painkillers!” Shinobu fluttered into the room, a small packet of pills in one hand and a letter in the other. “Another love letter, I may have to start charging delivery between you two!” she flashed a smile, setting down the pills and handing Rengoku the letter. He tore it open quickly, not trying to save the envelope as he read over the letter his wife had penned.
My flame,
Hinata and I both miss you very much, her big eyes are always looking for something, I think it’s you. Shinobu says tomorrow if you keep behaving we can start visiting you. For the first time ever my flame, please relax. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out not seeing you. It’s cold at night, I find myself missing your company, your warm hands that are always wandering, holding onto me. Your chest, so warm and firm, I miss laying on it, listening to your heart. I miss hearing your voice, always so loud but so quiet when you only want me to hear what you are saying. It makes me feel so special. Hinata is the only one keeping me sane. She looks so much like you it's almost scary, but I won't lie. Nothing compares to you. I miss you. It's harder knowing you are so close but I can't see you or hear you, I can't even hold you. Please relax so I can come to see you, my love.
I love you to the sun and back,
Your flower
“Let me check your bandages and then I will let you know if they can come tomorrow” Kyojuro jumped at the sudden closeness of the insect Hashira, not quite used to the lack of peripherals on his left side. Setting the letter on the nightstand he scooted towards the edge of the large four-poster bed he had been resting in. Sitting as straight as he could without feeling pain, he raised his arms slightly, letting Shinobu unravel the bandages around his stomach. The wound had hindered most of his movements for the first few days in the estate but he had been getting better, small walks and even sitting in a chair had helped him regain some of that feeling of normal, even through the haze of the painkillers. He had decided not to bother struggling with a shirt, knowing it was too painful to go through the hassle when Shinobu came in every few hours to check the bandages. She mumbled small apologies as she unraveled the tape and gauze directly on the wound, trying to drown out the hisses of pain from Kyojuro.
"The staples are holding well, no tearing, no bleeding or abnormal discharge. You are healing as well as you could Kyojuro. I think it's safe to say you can see Y/N and Hinata tomorrow. But I will warn you now and later, Kyojuro. Do. Not. Exert. Yourself. I know you are excited and restless to spend time with your family and your new baby but if you hold her for too long and strain yourself I don't know if I have the knowledge to save you. You are lucky to be here now" Kyojuro understood her warning. He was beyond grateful to work alongside such a skilled and intelligent woman. The people she had trained to deal with life-threatening and fatal wounds like the one on his stomach have led to many lives saved that should have been lost, including his. He owed his life to her. He made a noise of agreement, trying not to move much while she laid a fresh bandage on the fist-sized wound his stomach sported. She was careful as she wrapped the gauze on his stomach, holding his bandage in place and stabilizing his torso so the quilts he was rolling around in didn't scratch him or remove his bandage.
"Tanjiro, inosuke, and Zenitsu have been asking about you. Do you think you feel well enough to see them?" Kyojuro perked up at the mention of the young slayers, their intervention of his fight with the upper 3 was another reason he was alive. He went straight to his estate after the battle, asking the Kakushi to assist him home once they stabilized him, not taking no for an answer. They only agreed once he tried crawling away from them, not bothering to listen. He didn't even explain his eagerness to get home so they deserve answers.
"Yes, is that their names? I would very much like to speak with them. Could they visit?" Shinobu chuckled at the excitement Kyojuro radiated as she threw the dirty bandages into the waste bin before turning back to the flame hashira.
"I'll have aoi bring them. She'll be coming soon with your tea and sweet potatoes. I don't know how you talked her into making your favorite snacks all the time but I think you may be her new favorite." With a smile she bowed, fluttering back out of the room as quick as she arrived.
Morning couldn’t come soon enough, having spent the rest of the afternoon focusing on what he wanted to do while he had the time with his wife and daughter, Kyojuro was distracted. The anticipation had made it hard for him to sleep, thoughts hounded by the idea of finally being able to hold the two most important people in his life. He was feeling strong enough to hold his daughter for more than a few minutes, he had willed his muscles to get better, trying to lift more and hold them for longer amounts of time. Just enough so Shinobu wouldn't yell at him and he could hold his baby girl. He couldn't hold back from the fact he missed his wife as well though, He had been away for a whole month, missing the final month of her pregnancy. When he received the letter from Shinobu, urgently written to tell of his wife giving birth, his heart sank, knowing he wasn’t any closer to going home. Now home had been within reach, and he couldn’t wait to close his fist around it and never let it go.
Kyojuro had adjusted the collar of his shirt for what seemed like the hundredth time, even though the shirt laid almost fully open, tucked into his hakama pants. He felt anxious at the arrival of his wife and daughter, ready to see them and spend all the time he could with them, but also, what if he messed up? This was only the second time he got to see his daughter, what if she didn’t like him or didn’t want to be held by him. His lack of full strength and the pain in his abdomen may be a hindrance to his quality time with his family. His thoughts were everywhere as he fiddled with his shirt and his hair, constantly adjusting everything, it had to be perfect for them. The door opening behind him pulled him from his downward spiral. Looking towards the door Kyojuro met the eyes of the person he had been missing, her reflection staring back at him through the mirror. Her yellow Kimono had been covered with one of his spare Haori, wrapped tightly over the sling on her chest, a gurgling baby nestled into her.
“Hi Handsome” She walked up to him, moving to stand in front of him as he turned to her. She stopped, eyes running over his face, the eyepatch he had been gifted from Shinobu, to cover his injury while it finished healing. The bruises on his temple had almost healed fully, and he was moving. It felt like she could breathe again, finally seeing with her own eyes that he was doing better. She trusted Shinobu with her life, but she felt so anxious not knowing exactly how Kyojuro was doing. He smiled down at her, His hands immediately finding their way to her hips, pulling her into his embrace. Tucking his head into her neck he breathed in, eliciting a giggle from the woman as she wiggled in his grasp. “You're tickling me, Kyo.” He chuckled, the rumble in his chest shaking their daughter who had begun to fuss, the squeals of joy quickly turning to sorrow. Kyojuro jumped away from his wife, her attention turning to their daughter as he looked on. Pulling her from the sling she had she cooed at her baby, softly bouncing her as she sobbed into her shoulder.
“Kyo” She looked at him as she moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down as she patted Hinata’s back. Kyojuro followed her, slowly seating himself next to his wife. He moved as carefully as he could, looking at his crying daughter's face as she wailed into her mother’s shoulder.
“Can I?” He hesitantly reached for Hinata, eyes looking at his wife for permission. With a smile on her face, she lifted Hinata, Allowing Kyokjuro to wrap his hands around her small body, cradling her in his arms so she was on her back.
“Hinata, My beautiful sun child. I’m sorry I shook you like that, Your mommy is so ticklish around her neck, I'm surprised she lets you lay there” He cooed, leaning closer to her face. “Sweet girl, daddies sorry” He rocked her, swaying back and forth, moving Y/N in the process. As they swayed he hummed a tune his mother would often hum. It had no words, but it always reminded him of the early morning, before the sun was fully in the sky, just poking itself over the horizon. He would be in bed, just waking for the day when his mother walked by, humming to herself as she went to the kitchen, getting ready to start breakfast. Her loud humming followed her to the kitchen, where the notes were accented with her chopping the fruits and vegetables to the beat. The cries quickly turned to hiccups. Hinata's round yellow eyes were still glossy with tears as she stared at her father, his tender gaze as he looked down at her, singing softly. Y/N stared at the two of them in awe, the child's enamored look as she listened to her father's melody, the soft song she had heard him humming as he sat in the gardens early in the morning. Motherhood was such a blessing and being able to witness a moment like this was even better. Chubby hands reached up, grabbing at the air as the song came to an end. Her fingers wrapped around nothing before they dropped back onto the blanket she was swaddled in, gripping onto the fabric.
“She’s so beautiful. I could look at her all day” He looked up at his wife briefly before he looked back at his daughter, a smile gracing his lips as he held her closer to him, snuggling into her.
“She really is something special, huh? From her cute little toes all the way to that golden hair. Kyojuro, I think we made the perfect child. Hinata, my sunshine.” Her mother cooed, running her fingers over the small tufts of blonde hair, smoothing it against her head.
“You know” He started, looking back up to Y/N. “I was scared for you to come today. As much as I wanted to see the two of you, What if it didn’t work? What if I wasn't strong enough to get her to stop crying, I would have left you to do it when you’ve been doing it for so long without help. What if I had no-”
“I’m going to stop you there Kyojuro. Shinobu was telling me how you’ve been healing, how you’ve been working. I wouldn’t let you take Hinata from me if I didn’t think that you could handle it. Also, my flame; look at her, look at you. Take a deep breath before you completely lose it.” She stopped, watching as he inhaled and released it, slowly letting out the breath. “Now. Kyojuro, it's scary, I know. I’ve been trying to figure this out almost entirely on my own, but luckily I had some really good advice and a bit of help. my love, I’m right here, we are going to figure this out together and I promise you right now, we aren’t going to be perfect. But look at her, she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for. She knows you and she loves you, I love you, so incredibly much. Kyo, I was scared you wouldn’t make it, that once Shinobu took you away from me I wouldn’t be seeing you after that. I need you to be patient with this. You are doing so well already, you quieted her faster than I've been able to since she was born. Hinata and I will spend so much time with you once you are home, none of us will leave that bed until you are healed, I mean it.” She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his as he let out another long breath. “Everything will be fine my flame, don’t worry one bit. You are doing just fine with her.” Pulling away from her husband to sit on her heels she reached for Hinata, scooping her out of Kyojuro's arms. A small whine left Hinata's lips, her drooping eyes shooting open as she laid against her mother's shoulder. “Lay back against the pillow, I want to show you something” Kyojuro gave Y/N a puzzled look but did as he was told, moving to the head of the bed and laying flat on his back, head propped up on a pillow. Moving around the bed she stood next to Kyojuros still figure she smiled, moving Hinata so she was laying on his chest, her head instantly cuddling into the warmth his chest always radiated, a spot Y/N also liked to lay on. The lack of a shirt or a kimono on most of his chest created room for direct heat, Hinata own personal heated pillow. Kyojuro burst into giggles as his daughter quickly fell asleep against his chest, her quiet breaths becoming less frequent as she drifted to dreamland.
“She just fell asleep like that!?” it was Y/N’s turn to laugh as she climbed over her husband, laying down next to him.
“You are so warm, and she loves the warmth. When I light a fire at night, she always falls asleep so fast when I sit close to it, or when I bundle her in blankets. You are always so warm my flame, she obviously loves it” He chuckled again, running his fingers over the blanket that covered Hinata.
“Two women that like the heat, huh”
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The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Part 8)
summary: sometimes things are too good to be true
wc: 2,629
warning: blood, guns, angst, cursing
a/n: omg!! two parts left, aaaah!! lmk if you like it, feedback is appreciated! if you wanna be tagged lmk and happy reading 🦋
part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~ part 5~ part 6~ part 7
The sun crept through the curtains, shining on Y/n’s face causing her to stir awake. She turned on her back and began to rub her eyes, opening them slowly to look at the crack ceiling. Her fingertips traced her lips softly as she remembered what happened the night before. They had finally kissed and they also finally realized the feelings that were involved. Feelings that have been in each other’s heart for quite some time but they were both scared to admit it.
The y/h/c threw the covers off her body and stood up from the bed while stretching her arms up. She walked out of the room, trying to be quiet since Y/n didn’t want to wake Yelena up. The blonde was in the next room and is a light sleeper. The first thing Y/n did once she arrived at the kitchen was make coffee. It was extremely crucial, especially after the night before.
After a few minutes, Y/n finally had her coffee in hand as she leaned against the kitchen counter while looking out a small window. The only thing roaming through her head was the feeling of Yelena’s lips on hers. The way she tasted, the way her hands felt soft on her face. All she wanted to do that second was go and cuddle with the blonde. Y/n was so lost in her thoughts that she never heard Yelena wake up nor saw her standing in the kitchen.
“Morning.” The blonde said, making her partner jump in surprise.
“Hi.” The y/h/c said nervously as she traced her finger around the rim of her mug. Silence fell upon them once more as Yelena prepared her own coffee mug. They both felt awkward, neither of them knew what to say. They didn’t know if they should talk about the kiss or not. Y/n moved to the dining table and sat down, staring out the window in question.
“I think we should talk about it.” Yelena muttered, her accent sounding thick.
“Talk about what?”
“You know what.” Y/n looked up and leaned back on the chair as the blonde moved to sit in front of her.
“I’m sorry for kissing you.” She whispered, tapping her fingers on the mug.
“Don’t apologize… I liked it.” The blonde whispered back with a smile.
“What’s gonna happen now?” The y/h/c asked looking with hopeful eyes.
“I don’t know..” Yelena whispered as Y/n leaned forward with her elbows on the table, closer to her partner.
“We can um… we can just wait and see where it goes… if you want.” The blonde nodded and smiled, pushing her chair back to move to the stove.
Yelena made breakfast that day, for the first time in the whole mission. Y/n was surprised it was actually good which caused the blonde to be low key offended.
“Why would you doubt my cooking skills?” She asked and drank from her juice.
“Well because I've never seen you pick up a knife with the purpose of cooking, it’s always to kill.” Y/n laughed and popped a piece of fruit in her mouth as the blonde chuckled along.
“I don’t hear any complaining.” Yelena mumbled with her mouth full as the y/h/c smiled.
“No complaints, it’s very good.” She smiled widely, interlocking her fingers and placing them under her chin. Y/n looked at the blonde as she continued to eat. Yelena looked up to meet her partners y/e/c eyes, which were already staring.
“We should um… probably think of what to do with Neculai.” The y/h/c whispered as the blonde nodded.
“Do you have anything in mind?” Yelena asked, grabbing both plates and pushing her chair back to stand up.
“I mean… we’re a bit far away and hunting him down is a bit dangerous… but we’ll be free quicker.”
“I think we will be better off if we just find him and kill him. Valentina too.”
“Yeah but they can either find us or kill us first. Both ideas have their downfall.” Y/n said as she pushed back her chair to take her coffee mug to the sink. Yelena was washing the dishes when the y/h/c’s arm came in front of her, placing the dish down. Suddenly, soft lips came in contact with her cheek making her stop and turn to her partner.
“I’m gonna uh… go look for my computer..” Y/n stuttered nervously and walked off, leaving Yelena a blushing and smiley mess.
Somewhere over Europe
Neculai walked back and front inside his private jet as he scratched his chin in thought. He had just left St. Petersburg after questioning Melina and Alexei about where the women may have gone.
Valentina wasn’t good either. She was staring at her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey. They were ruining her plan and all Valentina desired was to kill them herself. Get them out of the way.
“Yelena wouldn’t leave without knowing where to go first.” She said and turned to the romanian man who was already staring at her.
“She never moves without a plan. She knew where to go before getting into that helicopter.” Valentina continued, pointing out the window.
“Where do you think they went?” Neculai asked, walking towards her.
“I-I don’t-“
“They can be anywhere by now, Valentina!” He shouted in anger, making her take a few steps back.
“Domnule, am găsit un apartament. Este sub Romanoff la Budapesta. (Sir, we found an apartment. It's under Romanoff in Budapest.)” One of Neculai’s men said, walking towards them with files in his hands. He handed them his boss and nodded his head, excusing himself.
“Mulțumesc, Soran. (Thank you, Soran.)” Neculai mumbled as the man walked away.
“Budapest.” He almost whispered as his eyes scanned the files in his hand.
“It’s not far from here.” Valentina muttered and took the last sip of her drink before putting the glass down.
“Micah! Întoarceți acest avion… mergem la Budapesta. (Micah! Turn this plane around… we’re going to Budapest.)” Neculai shouted at the pilot and turned back to Valentina, lifting up his glass in a toast.
“We can’t just show up there.”
“Who said we can’t? It’s better like this, we can kill them faster.”
The apartment was quiet, the only thing you could hear was Yelena’s shower and Y/n typing away on her computer. She was trying to look for a way to find Neculai first so she went back to the surveillance footage and phone calls from his office. The y/n/c stood up and walked to the kitchen counter to make herself a snack when she heard a door creaking. She believed it was Yelena walking out of the bathroom so Y/n didn’t do anything.
“Hey, so I was thinking we can order chinese today! I really wanna eat out of those cardboard boxes with the chopsticks!” She shouted so the blonde could hear. When she didn’t get a response back, she turned her head towards the hallway in question.
“Yelena?” She called out and saw a figure out of the corner of her eye making her turn and gasp. A metal rod came in contact with her temple, knocking the y/h/c out cold in an instance.
A few minutes went by when Yelena finally stepped out of the bathroom. The apartment was unusually quiet which caused her to be on edge. She walked slowly towards the bedroom and grabbed her gun before walking out to the hallway again. The blonde put her gun up immediately looking into every room until arriving at the kitchen. Her heart broke when she saw Y/n unconscious on the floor causing her to lower the gun and run to her.
“Y/n? Y/n? Hey, come on.” She muttered, turning her body around to see her temple all bloody.
“Y/n-“
“Oh look who it is!” A female voice exclaimed, making Yelena grab her gun immediately.
“No need to shoot… I come in peace.” Valentina smirked and she held her hands up in surrender.
“Where’s Neculai?” The blonde muttered.
“Why? Did you miss me?” He asked, walking next to Valentina with a cigar in between his index and middle finger. Yelena looked at them in anger and shot her gun, taking them by surprise. She purposely shot the wall closest to them to make them duck and hide. The blonde took the opportunity to take Y/n and drag her into the bedroom to protect her from them.
“Y/n, hey! Please, wake up. Please, come on, open your eyes.” She said, tapping the y/h/c’s cheek repeatedly. Bullets began to hit the wall and the door making Yelena duck her head and cover Y/n’s body with hers.
After some time, the bullets stopped making the blonde stand up and run to the closet to get the machine gun. The bullets were prepared and she was fully equipped when she decided to open the door. She turned the knob slowly, opening the door as she made sure it didn’t creak. Yelena turned to Y/n one last time before closing the door. The blonde automatically put her gun up and began to walk around the apartment.
She saw movement from the end of the hallway, making her turn and shut from her gun immediately. The bullets hit the wall and she hid behind a column before the other man shot her way. The blonde peaked her head to the hallway and pointed the gun at the shooter, quickly shooting her gun. The man yelled in pain and fell to the ground making Yelena walk out and run to him, to see him struggling. She shot him three more times before taking his gun, putting it in the back of her jeans.
Yelena looked up, searching the place for Neculai or Valentina. Someone shot at her from the bathroom, making her run into what was her bedroom. Bullets hit the wall next to her making the blonde cover her head while they stopped shooting. The room turned quiet signaling the russian that the person had stopped shooting. She took that moment to move behind the door of the bedroom as heavy footsteps were heard down the hall. The masked man walked into the bedroom slowly with his gun up, walking away from the door. Yelena took the gun from her back pocket and fired the gun, shooting him in the back of the head.
“I know you’re here, Belova!” Neculai shouted from somewhere around the house.
“Come out and fight like a real widow!” Valentina followed, making Yelena clench her jaw in anger. She replaced her small gun with the big on and stepped out of the bedroom.
“I’m not hiding, especially from you!” The blonde said loudly, making her way down the hallway and into the kitchen. Neculai stood with his back towards Yelena, not expecting her to be there. She put down her gun and quickly kicked him in the back of the knee to make it bend. Her arm went around his neck, beginning to choke him as his hand went to his pocket to get his little knife. He took it out and waved the knife towards her, slicing her arm.
The blonde yelled in pain and released her grip, making the romanian turn to her immediately. She kicked his hand, watching the knife slide across the floor and kicked his face causing him to fall back. Neculai extended his hand and grabbed her ankle as Yelena swung her other leg to kick him off. As she stood she grabbed her small gun from her pants and pointed it at him as he stood up as well.
He gave her a bloody smile as he caught his breath before bolting towards her. Her finger pulled the trigger causing a loud bang followed by a shout of pain. Yelena shot him on the leg, to slow him down. Necuali stayed on the floor, clutching his thigh as the blonde moved to the living room to see Valentina already pointing the weapon at her.
“Put it down.” Yelena muttered, walking closer to the black haired woman as she took a few steps back.
“Not before you do.” She laughed dryly as they walked around the room slowly.
The blonde stomped forward and grabbed Valentina’s hand as she lifted her foot to kick her in the gut. The black haired woman stumbled back while Yelena walked towards with her fist clenched. The woman dodged her fist and tackled the russian to the ground.
Valentina straddled her and wrapped her hands around the blonde’s neck, keeping her grip strong. Yelena slapped her arms and pushed her face away but nothing seemed to work. Her oxygen levels were dropping fast, her lungs screamed to breath and she was beginning to look purple.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard followed by a painful shout from Valentina. She immediately released her grip from Yelena’s neck and fell to the floor as she clutched her arm. The blonde sat up slowly and turned around to see Y/n holding up a gun, still pointing it at the injured woman.
“Lena, get up.” The y/h/c stated, never lowering her weapon as her partner hurried towards her.
“Get our things, we’re leaving.” She whispered and Yelena nodded, running towards the bedroom to pack their bags, again. Y/n was left alone, pointing at Valentina as she screamed in agony on the ground.
Suddenly, a piece of fabric went around her neck, pulling her back to crash into a hard chest. The pressure was cutting off her airways as she tried to fight the person off. The y/h/c was lifted slightly off the ground as she heard an evil chuckle next to her ear.
“Looks like I got you now, fetiță dansatoare.(little dancer girl.)” Neculai said with a bloody grin as Y/n’s nails dug into his skin. She tried to gasp for air every chance she got but she couldn’t. Her vision began to fog as her lungs continued to scream for oxygen. She moved her arm down the side of her thigh, pretending to let go but instead, she grabbed the knife placed under a little pocket on her jeans. Y/n lifted her arm and stabbed Neculai on his leg causing him to scream out in pain as he released his grip around the y/h/c. She quickly turned, knife in hand, ready to defend herself when she felt a presence from behind her.
Valentina swung her gun, hitting Y/n on the side of her head causing her to stumble over an already broken coffee table. The y/h/c turned to face and kicked her leg but was quickly grasped by the black haired woman. She laid still for a minute, thinking of an escape plan as she looked at Neculai walk towards them.
“Two against one? Seriously, this is unfair.” Y/n chuckled dryly as she shook her head. She pulled her foot towards her chest causing Valentina to stumble forward, closer to her giving her the opportunity to punch her in the face.
The y/h/c stood up and began to block Neculai’s hits until she was an inch away from the wall. Her body turned and the man’s fist went through the wall as she ran down the hallway towards Yelena. She kicked every door open, hoping to see the blonde with the bag packed. When she kicked the last door, the room was empty and the window was open. Y/n’s face softened as she frowned, noticing that everything was gone too.
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FREE FALLING K.K.
Request: Okay some anons were simping over kon now I wanna simp~ y/n is an archer on the teen Titans , and she tends to be shy and on the reserved side, so when kon flirts she just dismisses him every time, until another guy ( superhero or civilian, you choose ) gets flirty and he gets made protective/jealous.
Warning: fluff
A/N: I’m slowly running out of already written fics and my motivation has not come back yet. This hiatus may be lasting longer than I thought.
Word Count: 2.3k
There was nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting within the team. It kept the bond of teammates close and always kept everyone on their toes. The dynamic on the Teen Titans was always one of ups and downs. There was such an entanglement of potential relationships that everyone got confused as to what was going on.
Most of that confusion stemmed from Conner Kent, Superboy as the team knew him as. His temporary relationship with Cassie had surprised everyone. He flirted with nearly everyone on the team, Tim, Kori, you. Kon's endless flirting began the day Oliver dropped you off at the Titans Tower and left you there for good.
Kon was frustrating in the sense that his flirtation with you was nonstop. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to sleep, it seemed that his only mission was to get you flustered. It didn't seem that he knew that you were bothered by his comments.
Tim always scolded Kon for his behaviour. After Cassie, it was clear that relationships among teammates was dangerous. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious of your blatant ignorance of his attempts. He continued to try nonetheless - one day you would crack for him, one day.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Kon was never an early riser. At the farm, he always got up early for chores, so at the tower he took every chance to sleep in. When he started to learn that you got up early, so did he. There was always the tired look in her eyes that he admired.
Kon found you down at the range. Though your skills were nowhere near Oliver, or even Roy, you put up a good fight just as much as everyone else on this team. The early hours were always dedicated to practice, and unfortunately, Kon figured that out pretty quickly.
You were so concentrated on the shot, you hadn't heard Kon's heavy footsteps join you. The shot went askew, completely missing the target. Your body tensed with frustration at him.
"Whoops, sorry babe. Didn't realize my good looks distracted you so much," Kon grinned. You refused to show him his words got you flustered. Instead, you grabbed another arrow. Babe. It slipped so smoothly off his tongue that it forced a chill down your spine.
"It's fine, Superboy," you assured him - though you were still angered at him for screwing around with your training once again. Kon leaned against the rack that held your bows. His arms rested on the top, head on his hands. His curls were still a mess from his sleep last night.
You felt your arm shake for a split second. His eyes watching your every move, waiting for you to make the perfect shot just as you always did. There was a lot of pressure on you with his gaze. You took a breath before releasing the arrow, watching as it hit dead center of the target. It was easy, hitting a non-moving target like this. Kon was the one making it difficult.
"Superboy?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We aren't on a mission babe, you can call me Kon you know. I'd prefer it." Of course he would, he loved the sound of his name passing your lips. It was almost angelic. "You know-"
"(Y/N), Conner," Tim's head popped into the training room before Kon could tell you what he wanted. His chest fell with a disappointed sigh. "Nightwing and Flash are here."
"Is there something wrong?" You asked. They rarely showed up out of the blue without there being a reason. Usually, that reason meant that people were in trouble and lives were at stake. Tim relieved your stress with a simple shake of his head. He gestured for the both of you to follow him. Kon stuck his hand out for you to hand over the bow so he could hang it up on the rack he leaned on.
A small smile cracked as your hand brushed against his. It was cheesy, ridiculously so, but his touch was so warm and inviting even if it was just for a brief second. Kon placed the bow down and followed you and Tim out of the room. Just as Robin said, his older brother and his friend were with the others in the meeting room.
Wally's presence always lightened the room. There was something about the smile that resided on him that managed to put everyone in a good mood. It always amplified whenever Dick was at his side. The two were a dynamic pair, and when they did stop by the tower without underlying business, it was always a good time.
There were a few times that you had been alone in the tower. Tim back to Gotham, Kon and Cassie to their own homes as well. It left you and Bart with no one but yourselves to keep each other company. In those times, Wally would sometimes make an appearance. The speedsters would train but by the end of the night you would all be piling high with snacks.
As you entered the room, Wally waved at you and that smile that everyone looked forward to was released. Before you could wave back, a heavy arm was thrown across your shoulder. Kon was at your side. It wasn't the first time he had completely invaded your bubble and it surely wouldn't be the last.
"Flash, Nightwing," he greeted. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck with Kon's side pressed against yours. Hopefully, he, nor any of your other teammates, noticed your state. It was beyond annoying that he could get you like this. "What's the visit for this time? Scolding us for saving the day again?"
He dropped his arm from your shoulders but remained close to you. Kryptonians must have ran warm because you could still feel the lingering heat of his body against you.
"JL wanted an update, figured we could stop in," Wally answered. He sped over to your side and placed a hand over your ear so no one else could hear. "And Boy Wonder over there is in trouble with the Bats." Clearly, Kon heard what the speedster had to say and let out a laugh. What could Tim have done to get himself in trouble?
"Doesn't explain why you came," you joked. Wally had mimicked Kon's arm-over-the-shoulder.
"Wanted to come see you, of course," Wally grinned. His arm suddenly locked around your neck and his knuckles rubbed into your head. You struggled to pull him off you. Finally, you had managed to hook his ankle and make him fall flat on his back. "Look at that, you're making me lose my breath."
The laughter among teammates emitted from everyone besides Kon. He had an annoyed look on his face from the interaction between you and Wally, though he said nothing about it. Wally sped back up, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks after the interaction.
Kon watched in frustration as Wally dragged you into the kitchen, likely to find himself a snack or two. Your laughs always put a bit of joy in him, but now? Hearing you laugh because of Wally? Each sound was like a knife to the heart. Pure jealously ran through him - why was it that he could never make you laugh like that?
"Calm down, Kon," Tim stood by his side. It was clear to anyone, even when they weren't raised by the great Batman, that Kon was incredibly jealous of Wally. It was only Tim that decided to speak up. "There's nothing between them. No need to be jealous."
"I'm not," Kon snapped. His reaction was enough to prove that he was in fact jealous. He let out a huff of air before walking away from his best friend. Unfortunately, the further he got from Tim, the closer he got to you and Wally just to hear the sound of your laughter once more. His chest tightened with anger.
It wasn't at Wally, nor you. It was at himself for not being able to get you out of your comfort zone as the speedster could. Since joining this team it seemed he was the only one that you remained shy and nervous around. What was wrong with him to make you feel that way?
What was wrong with him that made you not want to spend time with him?
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"There you are."
Kon disappeared shortly after you left with Wally (and eventually Bart who couldn't stay away at the smell of food). Tim was with Dick all afternoon and Cassie spent her time training with Kori. Kon was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't figure out why he felt the need to leave his friends.
You searched the whole building for him, starting down at the training grounds and working your way all the way up to the roof of the buildings. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling as the last rays of the sun fell from the sky.
Kon folded into himself: shoulders hunched, head hung low. He perked up at the sound of your voice - even more so when he saw that you were alone. You sat next to him and matched his sitting position.
"Were you up here all day?" You asked. Kon nodded, though he remained silent. It wasn't like him to skip out on a pickup line or make some sort of comment. In fact, it wasn't like him to just disappear the whole day either. He looked upset about something. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Kon was a horrible liar. You raised your eyebrows at him, indicating that you knew he was lying through his teeth. He sighed, leaning back so his palms pressed into the rough roofing. The golden rays illuminated him, creating an aura around him that made him seem godly. You wanted to reach out to him, but contained yourself.
The sunset was beautiful enough as it was, but to add Kon's beauty on top of that? Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that Kon's super hearing had him concerned.
"You don't have to lie around me, you know," You nudged his side. Kon sighed once more. He didn't want to tell you the truth, but he felt terrible for lying and making you worry. You were quick to notice a pink tinge on his cheeks. It was a turn of events, usually you were the one flustered around him. The hue looked pleasant on him.
"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized, "I... Well, I guess..." Kon fumbled over his words. The pink on his cheeks grew brighter, even as he tried to hide it from you. There was never a day you thought you would get to see the great Superboy flushed like this. He was always the confident one. "Fuck."
Kon's hand grasped your cheeks. His split moment of hesitance made you realize exactly what he was about to do. Whether it be frozen in fear or excitement, you didn't try to move. The closer he got the harder your heartbeat until the point as if it felt like you were going to burst. The moment Kon's lips were on yours it felt as if it stopped altogether.
His kiss was soft, hesitant - nothing like the facade he always had up. Kon was delicate with you, as if he was worried he was going to break you with just a touch. Your lips moved against his with far more confidence than you had ever shown him before. You didn't realize how badly you craved for his taste until the moment you had it.
He pulled away only for a second, waiting to see if you were wanting him to quit completely. With no sign of regret, Kon pulled you in for a rushed kiss. His lips needy against yours, making up for the lost time that he wasted months on. It was only when his lungs felt like they were going to combust did he give you space.
"I-" His palm remained against the curve of your neck and jaw, thumb swiping against your cheekbone. "I was jealous today, of Wally. I've never heard you laugh so hard when you're with him and I wanted that. I'm sorry."
"You have no reason to be sorry, Superboy," you assured him. He couldn't stop his feelings, just as you couldn't deny them anymore. "I-I'm sorry I was always so distant with you. I... I guess I was too scared to admit my feelings for you."
Kon was ready to spill his heart out to you. He knew that once he started gushing about how much he adored you, he wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, he leaned into you again, smiling into your kiss with pure excitement.
His legs that dangled off the edge pushed against the siding of the building and pulling you along with him. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as the two of you free fell in the darkening sky. Kon's arm wrapped around your waist and he held you flush against his body.
Your head was buried into the crook of his neck until realizing that you were no longer falling but floating. The grip on his shirt loosened and you looked up to appreciate the new view he gave you.
Kon brushed his lips against yours once more, just to grab your attention. "Don't worry babe, I've got you. There's no need to worry whenever you're with me."
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First time requesting anything sir-💀🤚🏻. Feel free to ignore this but can I request Childe, Kaeya and Albedo having a fight with their s/o (them in the wrong) and instantly looking for their s/o? Sorry if it's too much or too detailed don't feel the need to do it-Have a nice day!
HIIII THANKS FOR REQUESTING
ALSO I REMEMBER MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING AND BESTIE IT WAS AWFUL. YOU DID GREAT DON'T WORRY
I HOPE ITS NOT TO LONG OR TO SHORT
I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS
Characters: Kaeya, Albedo, and Childe
Warnings: Cursing, Arguments, Kinda angsty? Fluff towards the end
Word count: 1364
Kaeya
It’s quite rare for the two of you to get into a fight, and of course you both want to keep it that way, but with that being said you still will have your disagreements.
Kaeya had been overwhelmed with work that day, and he needed some time to get it done.
You had entered his office like you usually did, making your way over to his desk so you could hug him. You had thought nothing of it until you had latched your arms onto him. “Hey, how’s work go-” you said only to be cut off by his voice. “Not now, I have a lot of work to do. Please leave.” He moved your arms off of him and continued to look down at his desk. “Oh, I’ll come check on you later the-” “No, please just go.” He interrupted once again, yet this time louder and much angrier. You quickly left his office, not wanting to argue anymore with him. Your mind wandering all over the place, trying to think of what you could have done wrong. You walked through Mondstadt, and ended up around the outskirts of Springvale. You stayed strong, despite all of the overwhelming emotions flooding over you. Did I do something wrong? Enter at the wrong time? Am I overthinking? Once you had cleared your mind, and were ready to head back to Mondstadt, you saw a blue figure in the distance, and coincidentally it was your favorite blue-haired male. He rushed up to you, as you took a few steps back. Every emotion had left his face when you stepped back. He knew he messed up, and wanted to do nothing but hug you. “I’m so sorry… I was overwhelmed with work, and I lashed out on you…” He stared at your figure, and reached his hand out. “Forgive me?” You smiled, and jumped onto him. Burying your face into his neck. It was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you, and he wished that this moment could last forever.
Childe
When dating the 11th Fatui Harbinger, you have to deal with his personality. You of course knew that and have already learned to deal with it.
You two like to smart-mouth each other quite a lot (BEAT HIS ASS), but it’s not common for an actual argument to break out.
It was a cloudy day, and you had just finished work. Childe was negotiating with a few subordinates of his per usual. As you watched from a distance, you could sense the tension in the air. It seemed as if something had gone wrong. You frowned at the thought, but once you saw he was walking away from the other Fatui members, you approached him. “Hey Tar! Everything alright?” You said happily, trying to lighten the mood. He sighed, and tried to console his anger. You could tell something was up, but really hoped it was something you both could talk about and forget. “No, it’s fine. Damn subordinates…” He scoffed, and walked away. “Are you sure, do you wanna talk about it?” “I said I'm fine.” he hollered back. You weren't used to this kind of yelling, and honestly it scared you a little bit. You shook the thought out of your head and walked away. I’ll head over to the harbour, it’s always a great time there. You thought while making your way to the Harbour. Once you had arrived, you had met up with a few of your friends. You had nearly forgotten what happened earlier. Later on in the day you were talking with your friends while walking around the city. Once the sun had started to set you decided to go sit at one of your favorite locations. It had a beautiful view of Liyue and the Ocean. It was quiet, besides the calming background noise of the harbour. You heard footsteps, and were ready to draw your weapon, until you heard a familiar voice. “You know, you should have already had me in range of your weapon.” Childe joked, as he hugged you from behind. “I was looking for you everywhere, but your mask gave you away.” He had given you a mask much like his when you had first started dating, to let everyone know who you were in a relationship with. “I also wanted to apologise for earlier, my subordinates had failed a simple mission and I let it out on you.” You smiled, looking into his eyes as he turned his head quickly. “It’s no big deal dumbass, now can we go back home? I’m tired.” You replied while hugging his waist. “Of course.” He grinned while kissing the top of your head.
Albedo
With Albedo, arguments are extremely rare, but not impossible to have.
You were both in Dragonspine, working on a certain project that was quite harder than most others.
You were both doing fine, it was a long tedious project, but nothing the dream team couldn't handle. Although, when you got to the part where you had to deal with chemicals… things got rough.
“Y/n please pass me that.” He said while looking at the bottle to your left. “Oh, of cou- wait, you don’t need that, you need this one.” You said while handing him a different bottle. “No, I do indeed need the one right there.” He replied, handing the bottle back over to you. “Albedo, I'm telling you, it’s this one.” You said, not wanting to sound rude, but also you knew what you needed to do. He got up from the table and walked over and took the bottle himself. You sighed and watched as he poured the chemicals into the bigger bottle. Of course he didn't get the reaction he was looking for. He sighed and put the bottles of chemicals back on the table. “I tried to tell-” “It doesn't matter, you should go for a bit. I’ll be redoing this.” You really wanted to help him, yet didn't want to argue. You decided to do what you thought was right by leaving. It was early, so you could take some time off and explore some of the mountain. You decided on ascending up the mountain, not too far, but enough to get a nice view. Knowing there was another camp quite close, you decided to go up to that camp. “Hey y/n! What are you doing here?” One of your friends from a Dragonspine research group asked. “Thought I would take a walk and come check on you!” Your friend smiled, and showed you what they had been working on. You both decided to take another small walk to the area they were doing research at. You had looked at the setting sun and realized it was time to get back to your own research. “Hey y/n hold on! I heard there is a bad blizzard coming our way and we should postpone all research until it has passed. Why don’t you come stay at our camp for the night?” Your friend said, quite concerned for your safety. You happily accepted the offer and stayed the night. Once morning came, you awoke to the research group excitedly walking around in the fresh snow due to the blizzard earlier. Everyone had noticed a figure ascending up the mountain towards the research camp. “Y/n?” a voice called, while still struggling uphill in the fresh snow. “Albedo? What are you doing here?” You ran to him, and hugged him tightly. “You’re alright…” He whispered while clinging onto you. “Of course I am, are you alright?” He nodded, still not letting go of you. “Did that blizzard get to-” “I’m sorry… I acted irrationally.” He interrupted. “Oh Albedo…” You responded while rubbing his back. “HEY! ARE Y'ALL ALRIGHT? OR DID YOU FREEZE?” A member from the research team yelled. “No! We’re alright, thank you all for everything!” You hollered back. “Anytime!” the research team waved, as you descended down the mountain. “So… did you ever finish that project…?” You asked, looking at him. He shook his head awkwardly and continued to walk. “I may have if I wasn't busy panicking about your well being.”
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