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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Hi there! I love all your work and I saw wife!reader and alastor getting married when they were alive and wanted to know how they met or who fell in love first.

You don't have to do this though, have a lovely day! ❤️

I really love this...I won't do how they met because I want people to be able to decide that for themselves but..

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Reader goes on a date, Implied Murder, Alastor being jealous, Suggestive

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You are most likely the one who falls first, not that anybody could blame you, Alastor is F I N E

He's a well sought after man with his good looks, charming conversation skills and various other talents

So it makes sense that when you meet him and get to know him a little more, you're smitten with the radio host

But you're well aware that the chances of becoming an item with Alastor are slim to none

He's never once showed an interest in being in a relationship and visibly tenses when someone flirts with him

So you resolve yourself to try and get over this little crush and keep your friendship with him intact

If you were being honest with yourself, then it's more than just a crush, you're head over heels in love with him

You two do become fast friends though, something always drawing the two of you close, a sort of magnetic pull

You're practically the best of friends, always together, inside jokes, judging people together

A dozen almost kisses, romantically charged interactions, almost sexually charged drunken escapades

You even bring him food when he's at work so that he doesn't forget to eat and take care of himself

He sets aside time to take you to different restaurants, clubs, parks, anywhere that might be enjoyable

People are quick to assume you two are a couple, but you're always quicker to correct them

It's the truth but it sort of bothers him

He can't deny that you're great company, or that you're beautiful, or that he hates it when you're not smiling

Or that he has a great...fondness for you and your little quirks/talents

He's very attached to you to say the least, you're an important person in his life

That's what he tells people anyways

He doesn't even realize that he's in love with you until you're suddenly gushing about meeting someone new

You look so hopeful, so excited that some guy asked you out but the idea of you on a date makes his skin crawl

But you're only so hopeful and excited because you think maybe this guy will help you get over your feelings for Alastor?

He's a very sweet man, cute, funny, a little touchy-feely but nothing you can't handle

You don't notice the way Alastor's smile twitches ever so slightly whenever you bring up your date

Or his sour tone and the way he tries to discourage you from going

"Y/N, do you even like him? Can you picture yourself having a future with him?"

"That's why I'm going on a date with him, besides... he's very sweet to me!"

Another eye twitch and a sound that's almost like a snarl, Alastor is sweet to you, this guy isn't special

Okay, you notice but you assume he's just being protective

Alastor doesn't even realize his thunderous expression until your soft hand grips his chin, forcing him to lock eyes with you

"Alastor, I'll be fine. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself, you don't need to worry about me.."

Even though you want him to worry about you, you want him to beg you not to go, to tell you that he-

But he won't

His attitude only gets worse once he actually sees the guy who asked you out on a date

Oh no he's hot

If Alastor knew the word, then he would surely call him a himbo but he doesn't know that word, so he just calls him "Next."

Watching you interact with him was something that was truly sickening, seeing someone so clearly enamored with you

And you're enjoying the attention, Alastor gives you attention, he compliments you and takes you to fun places

Just never with obvious romantic intentions before...

Your date kisses your hand and Alastor wants to scrub it clean for you, Alastor can kiss you-

Kissing you wouldn't be so bad...or possibly more...

What was all that sickeningly sweet stuff you used to talk about couples doing together? Dates, cuddling, sex? He could do that, with you that is-

It's a little hot under his collar all of a sudden

It's not like Alastor hasn't already been practically taking you out on dates, courting you

Everyone already thinks you two are a couple anyways

Fuck he's in love with you and he's probably already missed his chance

He wrestles with himself over the sudden revelation all the days leading up to your date

It's not until you come out looking like the most heavenly creature on earth that Alastor realizes you're actually going on a date

"You... you're really going to go out with him? You can do so much better, Y/N."

He doesn't miss the frustrated look on your face and the way you hug yourself

"Well, he's the only one who's taken an interest in me, Al."

"And if someone else asked you?"

He's cautious with his words, already formulating a plan in his head based off of your reaction

"...there's only one person who I want to take notice of me."

Oh he's stealing you away now

He stands up and slaps his hands on your arms, giving you a charming smile as he leans in

Your body instinctively reacts, and you lean in to meet him halfway, your lips drawn to his-

"Make sure you guys tune into my show later tonight, okay? I'll have something special whipped up for your date!"

He hugs you and leaves you feeling more conflicted than ever, the feeling doesn't leave even after Alastor sees you off for your date

Your lips still tingle from that almost kiss

Your date is absolutely ruined, Alastor having completely taken over your thoughts with his strange behavior

Not that he didn't always take over your thoughts already

But you can hardly focus on your date, who's very sweet, very dumb and a little too touchy for your tastes

You end the date early, already knowing there's no shaking off your love for your best friend

You'll just long for Alastor for the rest of yours days...

Then you remember he asked you to tune into his radio show! Without even realizing it, your feet have taken you to his radio tower

You can hear him in there, getting ready for his show, you grab the handle and press your ear to the door

"Good evening, folks! I would like to dedicate this special song to the love of my life! My soulmate, Y/N!"

You feel your body freeze as a familiar song fills your ears, a song that was special only to you and Alastor

It's the closest thing to a confession that you'll probably ever get from him-

You'll take it

When you open the door to the broadcast booth you can tell he's surprised to see you there

"I thought you would at least be letting him drive you home by now..."

He's nervous but clearly trying to hide it, making his way towards you slowly

"I just wanted to be here with you..."

His arms are sliding around your waist, the nervousness he had before melting away into a smug grin

He's so fucking handsome

"You missed me so much that you ditched you date~?"

Your fingers are tangling in his hair as you pull him in closer, lips nearly touching as the emotions between you two threaten to burst

"And you just dedicated an entire love song to me on air to steal me away from my date."

His warm breath hits your face as he chuckles, bypassing your waiting lips to kiss your ear softly instead

"What can I say, my dear? I'm a fool when it comes to love~"

His voice nearly makes your knees buckle, but Alastor easily holds you up, pushing you up against the door while giving you a bruising kiss

For someone who's never really taken an interest in relationships, he's a really talented fucking kisser

I really hope you like this one! I had so much fun with it!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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jahayla-parker · 7 months

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Karma : Kaz Brekker x Reader Series

Part 1

For full warnings, descriptions, and other parts, see series masterlist here.

2.1k wc

Kaz squinted his eyes as he gave y/n a grave stare. He willed himself to wait a few more minutes in silence, hoping she’d open up and explain the cause behind her condition. Kaz was painfully aware that it had already been five minutes since she’d arrived and hadn’t so much as acknowledged him. He had watched in wrathful anticipation as y/n had tried to slide in under the radar. But, unbeknownst to her, y/n’s presence never went unnoticed by Kaz. Especially not right now when she had come in wearing a dazed expression, her hands trembling, and being uncharacteristically silent when she entered the room.

Upon not getting any explanation from y/n, Kaz sighed lowly. He ran his gloved hands down the sides of his pants as he rose from his desk. Kaz grabbed his cane and used its support to quickly make his way to y/n. When Kaz was within only a few feet of y/n’s tense body as she perched on the windowsill of his office, he cleared his throat. “You’re shaking,” Kaz murmured when y/n’s head shifted slightly at the sound.

“Huh?” Y/n asked absentmindedly, staring out of the cracked pane of Kaz’s window. She was seated parallel to the window with her legs tucked against her chest and arms around the top of her knees. Through the dirty window, Y/n was counting how many crows were flocking around the business across the street. Or, that had been her plan. If anyone asked y/n how many there were, she wouldn’t actually be able to answer as her mind was elsewhere.

Kaz cautiously moved closer, his steps slow as to not spook y/n. But, now that he’d at least let her hear his voice coming from nearby, he hoped that would be less likely. Kaz delicately tapped the end of his cane against the sole of y/n’s scuffed black boot to get her attention.

When y/n finally turned towards Kaz, he repeated his concern, “you’re shaking”. Kaz licked his lips, “what’s wrong?”. He watched as y/n took in his words and processed them, waiting to give him an answer. It wasn’t unusual for her to think things through before speaking, but Kaz could tell she was having a harder time doing so right now. Whatever had happened between the last time he’d seen y/n and now had clearly caused her mind to slow down.

“Nothing,” y/n lied, her voice lifeless. She faked a smile as she looked at Kaz. “I’m fine,” y/n protested, shrugging her shoulders to add to her lie.

Kaz lifted an eyebrow at y/n knowingly. But, he let it fall from his face when he took in the way her hands were still shaking. Even as y/n tried to pull herself together enough to cover up her predicament, Kaz could see her nerves were resisting. So, as much as Kaz hated being told even a small white lie, he knew this wasn’t personal. Rather, he suspected it was y/n trying to guard herself from further scrutiny.

That didn’t mean Kaz was going to let it go though. Rather, Kaz was even more determined to get to the bottom of this now. Y/n wasn’t an open book to many people, but after Kaz had discovered her scars and learned of the associated trauma a few years back, the two could talk without an emotional barrier between them. So, something major must have happened to cause y/n to be resorting to this type of response to Kaz’s line of questioning.

“No,” Kaz retorted, his gravely voice intentionally quiet so that it wouldn’t sound like he was angry. Which he wasn’t; at least not at y/n. “You are not fine,” Kaz pointed out simply, leaning against the wall beside her feet at the edge of the windowsill. “Answer me,” he demanded in a (at least when it came to speaking to/with others) uncharacteristically polite tone.

Y/n’s wandering eyes moved from Kaz’s focused attention to the dust that had collected along the crack in his window. She sheepishly picked at the buildup with her thumbnail. Y/n could still feel Kaz’s expectant eyes on her so she whispered, “noth-“.

Kaz shifted his jaw, closing his eyes for a moment to keep his composure. If she were anyone else, Kaz wouldn’t have even cared, much less have kept himself from snapping at them for not answering his question the way he was now. But, this was y/n, and Kaz not only cared, he’d never reacted in such a harsh way to her. Kaz didn’t want to accidentally start behaving that way now despite his frustration over this change in their dynamic.

“Y/n, you’ve never come back from a task looking like this,” Kaz stated matter of factly. He tried to soften his gaze as she shifted her gaze away from the window and over to him. “If you don’t tell me what caused this,” he began, voice calm, “I’ll find out for myself”.

Y/n’s emotionless eyes narrowed faintly at Kaz. “How are you going to do that?” she asked in a whisper.

Kaz dared to take a step closer to y/n. He analyzed her body language in response to his movement to determine if he needed to retract the step. Kaz realized y/n was okay with it, or perhaps hadn’t noticed the slight difference. “However I have to,” Kaz vowed confidently.

Y/n sighed as she saw Kaz’s expression. She knew that look. Not only was he serious about looking into this himself if needed, Kaz would do whatever he had to do to find the answer. Y/n had to accept that he’d know the cause of her behavior one way or another.

Kaz waited silently as he watched y/n bite her bottom lip. He could tell she was going to explain to him what was going on, he just needed to give her a moment to collect her thoughts. So, Kaz let his eyes rest casually, dropping their normal intense gaze and focus for a more calm appearance as he waited.

Y/n sighed loudly as she turned back to the window again. She frowned as she noticed most of the crows had flown away, leaving only one sad looking crow behind. She couldn’t help but see herself in that abandoned bird in this moment. “I hate that I still get like this,” y/n confessed, glancing down at her trembling hands that still hadn’t steadied.

Kaz pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “Over what?” He asked.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz. Her eyes were starting to water despite the fear they showed underneath. Y/n took a shaky breath as she held eye contact with Kaz, watching as the realization hit him. She knew she didn’t have to say it, and she appreciated that tremendously in this tense moment.

Kaz stiffened, his hand tightening around his cane. “You saw him?” He questioned, voice disdainful. Kaz’s desire for vengeance was instantaneously boiling inside of him as he asked the rhetorical question. He knew the answer was yes; there was nothing else that could make his strong and confident girl behave like this.

Y/n nodded. Her body quivered as the image of his face from earlier today flashed before her eyes again. Y/n hated that she was reacting like this after all this time. But, she couldn’t help the way her body responded to being in his presence again; in Ketterdam no less. This was her safe space, her sanctuary, and his presence threatened that.

“Where?” Kaz’s growl pulled y/n from her anxious thoughts. She shook her head as she shifted her lips and nose around to keep from tearing up more. “Doesn’t matter,” y/n answered in a defeated voice. She’d already accepted that her sanctuary, her freedom, and her confidence were over now.

Kaz’s groan echoed vibratingly from deep in his throat. “Yes it does,” he snapped. Kaz sighed as he saw the distant look in y/n’s eyes. Kaz slowly moved towards her until he was standing directly beside her head. “Yes, it does,” he said in a much softer manner. “Where?” Kaz inquired again.

Y/n took a shaky breath. “Too close,” she admitted, her fear and frustration over the proximity radiating in her voice. “…Zentsbridge,” y/n mumbled, looking into Kaz’s eyes. She knew her eyes told him how intense her conflicting emotions were today.

Kaz nodded silently. He swallowed thickly, grinding his teeth as he shifted his jaw. He couldn’t stand the dull look full of fear and pain in y/n’s usually comforting and glowing eyes. Kaz let out an exasperated sigh as he turned from y/n and began towards the door.

“Kaz?” Y/n’s fragile voice called out.

Kaz turned to face y/n and nodded.

“Where are you going?” Y/n questioned, her fearful eyes focused on Kaz’s departing frame. She fiddled with her fingers resting in her lap as her hands continued to shake.

Kaz noticed y/n’s worry and felt the corners of his lips curl downwards. “I’m seeing to this,” Kaz explained simply. He knew she didn’t want him to leave, but he had to handle this; then he’d be back.

“Kaz,-“ y/n murmured, her voice a soft and reluctant sound.

“I made you a promise and I intend to keep it,” Kaz declared firmly. His eyes were staring into y/n’s, communicating his intense desire to uphold the deal.

Y/n gave Kaz a weak half-smile, only the left side of her lips moving. “He didn’t hurt me,” she argued. Y/n appreciated Kaz’s protective behavior, but she didn’t want him to get into a situation he’d have to spend years trying to get out of.

“This isn’t hurt?” Kaz remarked, his eyes trailing y/n’s form. He looked at the way she was still trembling, had shut herself off from others, had a distant and fearful gaze, having flashbacks, etc. She was hurt and Kaz was going to address it the best way he could; attack the source directly.

Y/n promptly broke her gaze away from Kaz at the implication. Her eyes dropped down to her lap as she sighed. There wasn’t much y/n could say to argue with Kaz’s point. She was a mess and she knew it.

Kaz noticed y/n’s shy and embarrassed body language. He swallowed his guilt over his word choice and silently made his way back over to her. Kaz dropped his hold on his cane down to the stick, placing the crow’s head handle under y/n’s tucked chin. Kaz moved the cane softly, tilting y/n’s head up towards him. “He deserves everything he has coming,” Kaz proclaimed sternly.

Kaz saw y/n was about to argue so he shook his head to stop her. “No one is allowed to hurt you,” he vowed. Lowering the crow’s head from her chin, Kaz clenched his jaw. “No one.”

“Kaz,” y/n sighed quietly. She bit her lip nervously. “He-He’s-,” y/n stuttered, trying to warn Kaz of what he was getting into.

Kaz chuckled humorously. “I know who he is,” Kaz assured y/n. “I don’t care.” He pushed his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip, a quiet click sound ringing in his mouth. “No one, y/n,” Kaz stated, “No one”. Kaz stared warmly into her eyes, taking in the way the sunlight made her y/e/c eyes glow despite the uncharacteristically dull state of them today.

“It’s my fault…,” y/n argued in a muffled voice. She regretted bringing all of this chaos Kaz’s way. It hadn’t been her intention, but here they were. She should’ve known she couldn’t ever completely escape.

“No.” Kaz grumbled. He could read y/n well enough to know what she was referring to. And Kaz wasn’t going to have any of it.

“But,-“ y/n began, her voice cracking with just the one word.

Kaz shook his head, his eyes darker now. “No.” “What he did was wrong,” Kaz stated firmly, “and he might not have paid back then…”. Kaz’s clenched jaw twitched with fury. “But, he sure as hell is going to now,” Kaz declared.

“He made the wrong choice in coming here,” Kaz told y/n. He recalled how frail she sounded moments ago when telling him how close the Darkling had been earlier today. She deserved to feel safe and know that the Darkling couldn’t touch her; that Kaz wouldn’t let him. “This place belongs to us,” Kaz grinned wickedly, his mind already forming vengeful plans.

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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"wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you"

Dream of the Endless x fem!plus size!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 795

Warnings- some spice but no actual smut, Dream lifts reader, established relationship, mention of slight body insecurity but nothing descript

Notes- The first of my 4k follower drabble requests for the lovely @miraclesabound! Thank you so much this one was a lot of fun to write! I also incorperated the other prompt too just not word for word lol. Enjoy!

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You let out a contented sigh as the warm water hit your body. The day was long and exhausting, and you wanted nothing more than to relax in a hot, steamy shower. The comforting sound of the water washed the day away as you lathered up with your favorite soap and let the smell engulf you. As far as you were concerned, the world outside your bathroom didn’t exist at all, and all the stresses from the outside were kept at bay.

But, just as you lost yourself in the sanctuary of the shower, a cool breeze hit your skin and your eyes flew open. You let out a gasp as you grabbed your shampoo bottle, ready to throw it at whatever it was. Tense, you yanked the shower curtain aside enough so you could see what shadowy presence made itself known.

You let out a deep exhale when you realized who it was though, “Morpheus,” you breathed, “You scared the shit out of me!”

He stood in his long black coat, his hands behind his back. The stoic look on Morpheus’ face melted away as he looked at the outline of your figure from the curtain and a slight smirk graced his face, “Apologies, love.”

Suddenly, the warmth of your body came from the inside as the way his eyes devoured your curves sent a pulse of adrenaline through your veins, “Apology accepted,” you quipped back.

The sound of the shower continued as you both stared at each other. You were used to the Lord of Dream’s evening visits, but this was the first time he had caught you in the shower. And you couldn’t say that you were upset about it. Summoning your courage, your tone dropped, “You can join me… If you want…”

His eyes darted up and down your body before he let out a short laugh and chucked his jacket off. Your eyes went wide as inch by inch of his perfect, soft skin was revealed to you, and you clenched your thighs together when you saw his all black clothes puddle on the floor.

Dream stayed still for a moment before he smirked back, “I believe you are gawking, my love.”

With a gasp, you met his eyes again where instead of his usual hard expression, he looked soft… and amused. Your embarrassment quickly faded as he made his way toward the shower and pushed the curtain aside, fully exposing you and all your curves to him. Stepping into the show, Dream never took his eyes off of you.

“Now who's gawking,” you jested back.

Mischievousness gleaned behind Morpheus’ eyes as he closed the small space between your bodies and placed a hand on your chin, “I don’t hear you complaining, my beautiful love.”

You sighed as you flashed a smile to hide your nerves, “Who says I am?” No matter how many times Dream touched you, looked at you, made love to you, the nerves were always there. It was like your first time all over again, and you couldn’t have it any other way.

“I didn’t think so,” he smirked as he crashed his lips into yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and parted your lips for him. Morpheus groaned as he backed you up against the wall and kissed you with a passion he hadn’t felt for anyone for a long time. He knew at times your body was a source of insecurity for you, and he always made it a point to make you feel like the goddess he saw you as.

With little effort at all, Morpheus grabbed your hips and lifted you off the ground, pinning you between the wall and his body as the warm water of the shower hit you both. He swallowed the yelp you let out, not wanting to break the kiss for even a moment.

Momentarily, you were disoriented, but you felt safe and secure in Morpheus’ arms. He always started you when he picked you up so easily, but you had to remind yourself that he was a supernatural being older than almost everything. But more importantly, you trusted him. So, you kept your lips connected with his as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him as close as possible.

“Morpheus…” you whimpered as you bucked your hips against his body.

“I’ve got you my love,” he murmured in your ear as he peppers kisses along your jaw, “Allow me to take care of my beautiful lady love.”

You chuckled softly as your body tingled under his touch, “How can I say no to that?!”

Morpheus groaned as he tightened his grip on you, and he had no plans of letting go of you anytime soon…

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jayfortheday · 2 years

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hiii!!! can you write a vance x female reader where he’s the type of boyfriend who’s like the “i hate everyone but you” type and they’re at school and someone tries picking on her and he defends her? ily!!

Guardian (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x F!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 444

Description: Vances stands up for Y/N after he sees her getting picked on in school

Tags: language, bullying, kissing

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You leaned against the brick wall outside the school, patiently waiting for Vance to meet you. You calmly watched the chattering people around you, half listening in on their conversations. One particular face in the crowd caused you to tense. This particular girl had been giving you shit the past couple days. You shrunk slightly against the wall, hoping to evade her line of sight. You knew you had failed when you saw her glance at you and then begin to walk in your direction.

You sighed and straightened up.

“Well, Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here,” the girl said, leaning against the wall next to you. That was a stupid thing to say, you go here, but you didn’t respond. “What? Got nothing to say?” You glared at her but, again, didn’t say anything.

“I get that you’re intimidated by me, but you don’t gotta be a total bitch about it,” the girl laughed at you. “Are you gonna wait until your boyfriend’s here to defend you to say something?”

You hated that you didn’t have the courage to stand up for yourself without some sort of safety net. You wanted to try.

“No, I just don’t think you deserve my attention,” you said in a voice more high pitched than usual. Vance would say this to you often, that people who messed with you didn’t deserve your attention.

“Oh, you think you’re better than me or something?” The girl laughed in an offended tone. “I believe I have shown you many times that you’re not.”

“Y/N,” a voice from the crowd called out to you. “Everything good over here?” You saw Vance approaching you quickly but calmly.

“This doesn’t concern you,” the girl spat, her tone turning more aggressive.

“Actually, I think it does,” Vance said, his tone matching hers. “So why don’t you fuck off.” The girl looked between you and Vance before scoffing and walking away. Once the girl had reached a good distance away from the two of you, Vance turned to you.

“You ok?” He asked with a much softer tone than he spoke to that girl with.

You nodded.

“Yeah, I just hate that she keeps doing that,” you groaned, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart,” Vance said, reaching up and ruffling your hair slightly, bringing out a small smile. “You wanna stop by the Grab N Go on the way home, we can play some pinball, get some snacks?” You nodded, smiling at Vance. You stood up as tall as you could and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, eliciting a laugh from him.

“That sounds nice.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! Mmmm, tiny baby fic about my tiny baby Vance

Also I legit almost had a panic attack at work today and now I'm going back tomorrow, I stg if they put me on drive-thru cash register, I will die

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #the black phone #fanfic #fanfiction

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liamthemailman · 2 months

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♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act Two Part One - Recovery

CW: Minor injury description

White light flooded Ace’s vision as his eyes fluttered open, immediately blinding him. He hissed sharply as a searing pain throbbed at the back of his head. If it wasn’t for the distinct smell of the medical bay, Ace would have assumed he had woken up in heaven.

Ace sat up before he rubbed the ache at the back of his head. He inhaled as his hand trailed down to his neck where his fingers came into contact with the cotton gauze around his neck. He sighed, a soft groan slipping past his lips as he recalled the events that transpired in the safehouse. His back still hurts from the scuffle he had with Queen. He groaned audibly, already dreading the ramifications that followed.

Ace stretches his neck, testing his limits and feeling the raw skin stretch beneath the bandages. It felt itchy and rough, burning against his flesh, suffocating almost. He took a deep breath, feeling the urge to tear the dressing off. It felt like a collar. An uncomfortable one at that.

It didn’t seem like Ace had been in here long, maybe a day or two at best. He figured he wasn’t out that long as he continued to nurse his head. A nagging thought eats at him as Ace wonders how he even managed to end up where he is now.

The privacy screen screeches against the metal rails as it’s drawn, the sound sending another awful pang to Ace’s head. Ace flits his eyes over at the intrusion, glaring at the form as they step in.

“Major.” Ace relaxes his gaze, raising his eyebrows at the towering man.

“Lieutenant,” King returns the greeting, gruffing as he closes the privacy curtain behind him. “I see that you’ve finally woken up.”

“Yes sir..” Ace hums, nodding. He straightened up despite the strain in his back. He returns his eyes to King, a silence falling between them. It was tense as Ace anticipated. Before Ace could ask anything, King broke the silence.

“Elize had been put to desk duty while she recovers from her sustained injuries.” King says, answering Ace’s question as if he had read his mind. Ace nods silently, still waiting to be chewed out for being the cause of the assault.

“Sir, I-” Ace opens his mouth to speak but falters as King holds up a finger, silencing the shorter man instantly.

“Relax, Doe, the situation is being taken care of.” King interrupts, earning an odd look from Ace, the man’s brow furrowing. “Awfully shameful situation, really, but we know Private Kyle has always been a loose cannon.”

King’s tone left a sour aftertaste in Ace’s mouth. He frowned, but had expected the disdain coming from the Major. King was never fond of Jack to begin with. While Jack was careless, calling him a loose cannon seemed rather harsh.

“Where is she?” Ace finally asked. He was answered with a short scoff from King.

“They ran off, that coward,” King rumbles, folding his arms across his chest with a scowl distorting his face. This only further confused Ace, but he felt his stomach drop at the reveal.

Without prompt, King continued,“Long story short, the young punk attacked you from behind. That’s how you got your little injury there.” King says, gesturing vaguely to Ace’s neck. “Luckily, Elize managed to step in just as you got knocked out, but not without having to fight him off.”

Ace fell silent at King’s explanation. He had a feeling there was something wrong with it. He couldn’t actually place what had happened, though the nagging feeling at the back of his mind only grew more. Ace didn’t say more, having no grounds to suspect anything.

It felt frustrating, but Ace surrendered, choosing to just nod along to whatever King was telling him despite it not making sense at all.

King cleared his throat again, his foot tapping against the ground, disturbing the otherwise peaceful silence.

“Well, enough chit chat, Lieutenant,” King rumbles. “Get back on your feet and meet me in my office as soon as you do.”

Metal screeches again as King pulls the privacy screen open, stepping out before Ace could even mutter a ‘Yes, sir.’

Ace sighs, and finds himself alone with his thoughts. As his mind mulled over the timeline of the confrontation, his hand strayed back up to his neck. He mindlessly picks and itches at the bandage, pulling at the material.

His lonesome doesn’t last long as King’s presence is replaced. In walks a nurse, gently pulling aside the screen, holding a tray in hand.

“Don’t do that..” The nurse scolds softly, swatting away Ace’s hands from his neck. Ace stares at the nurse as they present the tray to him.

“These are some paracetamol pills, both for your head and neck. Do take them when needed within six hour intervals-” the nurse drones on with Ace barely paying attention. He hums, absentmindedly scratching at his neck again.

“Okay, thanks but uh..” Ace points to his neck. “Any chance I’m allowed to take it off?”

The nurse stops before they rattle on again, turning their attention to Ace’s neck. They paused. “Well, you can but-”

“Wonderful, darling,” Ace cuts in again, already undoing the wrap, practically ripping it off much to the dismay of his nurse. Ace hops off the lumpy medical bed, pocketing his prescription bottle and swiftly walking away, leaving behind a bewildered and flustered nurse.

Quicksaving...

#House of Cards AU #Act 2 Part 1 #cod oc #call of duty oc #oc: LT Ace #oc: Major King #mailman rants #fanfic #fanfiction #Task Force Cards

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heesterical · 1 year

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Seven minutes in heaven (not) — L.HS.

Pairing : Heeseung x F!Reader.

Synopsis : Heeseung wanted to get away from a persistent girl who kept approaching him. Somehow, that meant hiding in the supply closet with Y/n, who happened to be hiding from Sunoo.

Genres : College AU. Non-idol AU. Attempted Comedy™, squint for some actual romance I guess.

Warnings : Language?? Enclosed spaces (descriptions but it's nothing weird), Heeseung pulling fuckboy moves ig, otherwise none ?? Should lack of actual plot be part of the warnings ??

note : I wrote this for the closet scene, and for the closet scene alone 😮‍💨 and yes, SunJake is part of this - put your pitchforks away !!!

wc : 1.9k.

SUNOO COULD BE PERSISTENT WHEN HE WANTED TO BE, which was something that Y/n had learned pretty early into their friendship. But she could also be pretty freaking stubborn when the situation demanded it.

Sunoo, although her best friend, could be insufferable at times. Like the times when he refused to admit that the presence of a certain guy with a golden retriever-esque personality had grown on him, and that he actually quite enjoyed his company, for example.

Jake had done his best to win him over, and he was almost succeeding — except Sunoo was being fucking stubborn about admitting it out loud. So you, the person who happened to be stuck between the two morons you call your friends, decided to take matters into your own hands.

Which was one of the reasons as to why you were now hiding in the big (or at least big enough for one person) supply closet in the hallway leading to the library. How did your life come to this...

It wasn’t comfortable, obviously, and the strong smell of the cleaning liquid stored in the closet attacking your nostrils was less than pleasant, but it had to do for now. You crack open the door a little and a sliver of light shines through, allowing you to peek outside while still staying hidden.

Sunoo had passed by the closet at least twice already, muttering under his breath about how you had betrayed him by giving his number to Jake, who had been following him around like a puppy. And both the times you had rolled your eyes at his complaining.

To be fair, Sunoo was simply playing hard to get while simultaneously complaining about how Jake did little more than follow him around and talk to him. Something had to be done about it.

You angle your head towards the door, listening for any footsteps or Sunoo’s grumbling voice.

Silence.

The hallway was quiet.

Assuming the coast to be clear, you crack open the door further, sticking your head out to look around.

No one seemed to be around.

Now a little more confident in your movements, you open the door further to stick your head out, but the door seems to bump into something, making you halt in your tracks.

Suddenly, the space in front of you is filled with an annoying face that you definitely weren’t prepared to see. Not now, at least.

“What the hell-” you hear his familiar voice speak out before another voice cuts in.

“Lee Heeseung! Where are you?!”

“Oh no.”

And abruptly, you’re shoved aside, and you almost trip over yourself trying to get out of the way when the newcomer almost headbutts you when scrambling to enter the closet as well. And then swings the door shut.

Your eyes widens at that; not because Lee freaking Heeseung was mere inches away from you, inside a closet, but because he shut the door.

‘Shit,’ you cursed internally. ‘The latch!’

From your previous experiences of hiding in this very closet, you knew the latch was faulty. It was an old fashioned latch that didn't open all the way, and swinging the door close carelessly meant that it might fall in place and lock you in.

As if sensing that you were going to speak up, Heeseung tenses up, slapping the palm of his hand flat against your mouth, muffling any sound that attempts to escape.

“Shh!” Heeseung hisses under his breath. “She might hear us.”

Maybe it was his desperate tone, or maybe it was the increasingly small gap between you two, but you shut up as he wishes.

Although you have stopped struggling, Heeseung continues to keep his hand on your mouth, distrusting your ability to keep quiet. You consider kicking him in the shins for a moment until you hear someone speak up.

“I saw you walking here. Where did you go, Hee?”

The voice was right outside the door. You hear him gulp.

“I wonder where he went?”

And the clicking of heels sounds away, in the library’s direction. Away from where you two were hiding.

You both wait with bated breath; him waiting for silence, and you waiting for him to remove his hand.

Belatedly realising the position you both were in, Heeseung freezes up.

He had taken to leaning one hand against the wall of the closet behind your head, resting most of his body weight on it while leaning towards the door to listen for any sign that there was someone waiting for him outside. With his other hand on your mouth, that certainly didn’t help.

He pulls away completely, trying to put as much space as possible between you two without tripping over your sneakers as you stay in your position with your back pressed against the wall of the closet, not knowing what you were supposed to do.

Until Heeseung accidentally steps on your shoes,

“Ow, hey!”

“Sorry!” And he moves away, tripping on the mop, crashing into you. Again.

You actually bump heads this time, both of you groaning at the collision.

“Stop moving around so much!”

“I’m trying!”

Silence follows.

It hadn’t been much of an issue when you were alone in the closet. But now that Heeseung was with you, the space seemed too small, almost.

Awkwardly, you turn on your phone’s flashlight, directing it at the top of the closet to see him better. And hopefully, dispel the weird atmosphere that had formed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“I asked first.”

Heeseung sighs.

“I was trying to get away from Yuna… she’s been especially persistent lately.”

You cringe at that. Looks like it was the same old.

“What about you?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“I was trying to hide from my friend,” you state vaguely, shrugging.

“Why?”

“Do I have to tell you?” You huff. “I kind of set him up with someone so he’s embarrassed and trying to hunt me down.”

“By any chance, is it Sunoo and Jake?”

Huh?

“Why do you ask?”

“Because Jake won’t shut up about how happy he was that he finally got Sunoo’s number.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, but smiles.

It’s not exactly directed at you, but seeing him smile, especially up close, was… fascinating.

“Do you think they’ve left us?” You ask, fiddling with your phone case, still directing the flashlight at the top. Wasn’t it weird how you both were hiding from people yet doing little to conceal yourselves—

“You’re not so bad, are you?” Heeseung mumbles under his breath, staring at you absently.

“You’re still annoying,” you huff.

“You’re more annoying.” Heeseung shoots back.

“You tripped me in the hallway in freshman year when we barely knew each other.”

“That was an accident- and you literally sabotaged our presentation because you didn’t want to work with me!”

“Not true!” You frown at him. “I was sick that week and you didn’t bother picking my call when I tried to tell you that.”

“You could have messaged me.”

“And you could have picked up my call, or gotten back to me.” You grit your teeth. “But no, you didn’t want to talk.”

Heeseung falls silent at that.

“Wait,” you pause, realising what this meant. “Is that why you’ve been an asshole to me this whole time?”

“You’re not any better,” Heeseung points out.

You sigh.

Awkward silence once again envelopes you two like a heavy, uncomfortable blanket on a summer day.

It had been a misunderstanding all the way, huh?

“We should probably leave?”

Heeseung says, pushing at the door. It doesn’t budge. Blinking, he turns towards the door, his shoulder brushing against yours, before pushing again. It makes a low creaking sound, but doesn’t open.

“The latch is kind of problematic… you can’t open it from inside once it closes fully.” You sigh.

“What do we do? How do we get out?”

“We’ll have to bang on the door so someone hears us…”

Heeseung moves around, hoping to not trip again and pushes further.

“Is anyone out there?!”

There’s no response.

“This could have been avoided if you just hadn’t shut the door.” You state dryly.

“So it’s my fault now?”

“Yes?”

Heeseung scowls at you.

“I retract my statement. You definitely are annoying.”

“It’s not like I want to be stuck in here with you either, Lee. Let’s not do this right now.”

He leans in,

“Want me to give you a reason to like it, then?”

He smirks at you. You clutch the phone tighter in your hand, shoving it in his face so he gets blinded.

"Quit being weird!"

“Hey!” He protests, trying to get you to stop. But you laugh, shoving it in his face once again.

He grabs your wrist with one hand, and the phone in another, holding it out of your reach.

“You’re not getting this back.”

His face was still close to yours, and his fingers were warm around your wrist. He must have sensed your heart rate picking up, because a cocky expression replaces the disgruntled expression he had moments ago.

“I’m being weird, huh?” He sounds smug. “Why is your heart racing, then?”

“It's not. I’m just… angry.”

“Oh?”

Your face feels hot when he leans in to inspect your expression in the dim light.

“Do you blush like this when you’re angry?” He muses, “you look pretty cute like this.”

That’s SUCH a fuckboy move, Heeseung.

“You’re in my personal space,” you mumble, pulling yourself away from him, but he doesn’t budge. “Stop messing around.”

He just slides your phone into his back pocket in response.

“Give it back,” you demand.

“Take it yourself.”

“You want to be touched by me so bad, huh?” You mock. He doesn’t respond, staring at you intensely.

Silence again. You want to kick him in the shins.

“Is that how you intimidate people?” You chuckle, a nervous undertone taking over. “Not gonna lie. That heavy eye contact makes me immensely uncomfortable.”

“I think you like it,”

“Just give me my phone back, will you?”

He smiles again.

“Take it yourself.”

He must think that you wouldn’t dare. You were going to prove him wrong. So, you reach around him, grabbing your phone through the material of his jeans while trying not to make it any more awkward — when the door swings open.

Sunoo and Jake, standing in the closet's doorway, blink at you two. You blink back at Sunoo — once, twice — before a horrified expression takes over both of your faces, while Heeseung just casually pulls away and Jake slaps a hand against his mouth.

“It’s not what it looks like I—”

“It’s okay, babe,” Heeseung grins cheekily, “they probably understand.”

“I’m not your babe!”

You turn to your still shocked best friend,

“I was just getting my phone back-"

“Your hand was on his ass, Y/n.”

Jake still had a hand against his mouth, smothering his laughter, you were sure.

“I can explain—”

…

Later that day, one of your classmates, Park Sunghoon, came up to you during lunch.

“Is it true that you are dating Heeseung?” he cocks an eyebrow, smiling.

“What?”

“Jake said you were making out with him in the closet.” He looks positively delighted. “I wanna know if I won the bet with Jay or not.”

“You bet on us-? Wait.” Realisation hits. “… SIM JAEYUN!”

masterlist.

#enhypen heeseung x reader #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios #enhypen timestamps #enhypen x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop drabbles #kpop oneshots #enhypen x female reader #☆ — heesterical

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lightsoutmotel · 10 months

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REPAYMENT WITH INTEREST. — m!Avery x gender neutral reader.

Description — Your dad takes care of you. All you want to do is show a little gratitude.

Content Warnings — Incest, daddy kink, reader has a cunt, unprotected sex, mild dubcon (reader surprises Avery with being forward but he ends up being into it)

Word Count — 2288

Getting your dad's attention has always been hard. It's a competition between his work and you, you and his work, and you are more of a fixed point in his life than the whimsy of the stock market, so he expects you to always be right where you're supposed to be. Occupied with your diversions except for when it's dinnertime, vacation time, or the odd occasion when he lets you join him for a social function.

It's the last one that you like best.

At first, you thought it was because of how exciting it is to go where all the beautiful, powerful people play, surrounded by glamour and excess. It's almost always nicer than going to school or work.

But in actuality, there's always one moment you return to: your fixed point in your relationship with him.

You were just being cute, hanging onto his arm with your head leaned against him; one of your not-so-subtle tells that you're finished for the night and want to go back to the hotel room. The conversation he was caught in kept dragging on and you knew better than to interrupt.

Someone else did that for you, though, slipping into the conversational circle with lighthearted greetings, and you offered whoever it was a polite smile that showed your tiredness around the eyes.

"Aren't you a sleepy thing," this new person observed with a laugh. "Avery, you should be spiriting your partner away to bed, don't you think?"

The question left your heart feeling so light in your chest it woke you up with a jolt. Your cheeks warmed and you couldn't think of a word to say in response. Your father, on the other hand, you could feel tensing.

"This is my child, actually. Not my partner," he responded in a well-practiced casual tone. He omitted mentioning that his wife, your mother, had died, and he would rather take his child along for a night out as a treat than attend alone.

Silence followed, awkward and uncomfortable for a couple beats before apologies spilled forth. Your dad waved things off, clearly eager to get past that social hiccup, and so it left you alone in thinking about what just happened.

Things played out normally that night, for the most part. You both left for the hotel, said good night, and settled into your respective rooms in the suite to settle in.

You were awake in bed, eyes on the ceiling, thinking about your dad. Obsessing over him. Thinking of how muscular his arm felt under your hands, the scent of his cologne, how confident he was. Heat stirred in your stomach and it was the first time you touched yourself to the thought of your dad's hands on your skin.

Certainly not the last, though.

And that's what brings you to him tonight, wearing something a little bold, a little daring that you bought with his money to show off what, exactly, he's been investing in. Distance made your heart grow desperate so that kicked off your impulse to catch him when he returned from a business trip.

You haven't seen each other in two weeks but you see him now, suit jacket slung over a chair in the home bar, whiskey in hand, the shadow of stubble on his lip and jaw and you can imagine the way it would catch on your fingertips and mouth.

He looks tired. Maybe even in a bad mood. It gives you pause but before you can begin to step back from the doorway, he looks over and catches you. Quietly assesses you. His eyes flit down your form and it makes you feel naked.

"...What are you wearing?" he asks haltingly, and it sounds like the most uncertain you've ever heard him be.

With little opportunity to escape that wouldn't just delay the inevitable, you steel yourself, raise your chin like he taught you. "Lingerie, Daddy."

There's a tick in his brow that makes you feel like you've made a misstep but you hold strong. You try to look as brave as you can, dressed in delicate lace and not much else. The important bits are covered but the cut and design draws attention to what's hidden rather than outright obscuring it all. Flattering. Custom-fit and tailored to you and you alone.

"Lingerie," he repeats after knocking back the rest of his drink and setting it down firmly on the bar top. "Would you like to explain why you're wearing lingerie?"

You invite yourself closer with a sway in your hips, looking almost demure aside from your outfit, with hands tucked behind your back and your eyes — you were always told that you have your late mother's eyes — dropping to the floor instead of meeting his.

"...Because I want you to look at me," you finally say as you come to a stop in front of him.

He's so tall. This close, you can smell his cologne. You want to feel the heat of his skin.

"I'm looking at you, sunshine, what is this abou—"

You drop to your knees on the cold, tiled floor, your hands on his thighs, and once again you feel him tense. Now, you look at him. And he dares to look back, to meet those eyes of yours, to see a sight that's so eerily familiar and yet so wrong all the same.

But he doesn't stop you as you pull the tongue of his belt free, leather sliding over leather. Nor when you unfasten the buckle, the button and zipper on his slacks, and dip your fingers past the waistband of his underwear. He's hard — that much is apparent, even in his reluctance — and you groan when his length bobs to stiffness once you tug his clothes down far enough.

"Let me take care of you this time, Daddy, you do so much for me," you murmur as you lean in to nuzzle against the velvety skin of his cock.

He jolts at your touch but he relaxes somewhat. A hand settles atop your head and you peek up at him, eyes hazy and pleading, heart skipping at how he's letting you continue. It's better than you could have ever hoped.

So you don't want to disappoint him or keep him waiting: you dip down to lick from the base of his cock up to the tip with the flat of your tongue. The taste of him makes your eyes flutter and you take him past your lips with a soft noise of pleasure. His hips twitch forward and you let him sink farther into your mouth with little complaint.

But you one-up him and keep going, slowly and steadily, until you take him down to the base. The effort has tears stinging in your eyes and your throat protesting against the intrusion, but you stay down for a few long beats. Eyes half-lidded. Getting wet between your thighs. Then you draw back in a mess of drool and precum all to go down again, throating him as best as you can.

"Oh, darling," he sighs out, petting at you as you go, hips rocking forward to match your pace. "When did you learn to do that?"

That makes you smile around the cock in your mouth and it encourages you to keep going, to speed up, to work until you feel him tense for a different reason this time.

He fucks your mouth in earnest once he's sure you can take it, drawing out sounds of choking and wet, making a mess of your face and neck and chest and lingerie and your eyes roll back from how good it feels to be used by him. You hold yourself down and let him do as he pleases until he drags you off his cock, making you whine once you're done coughing and clearing your throat.

Spit connects your mouth to him. He strokes your cheek, regardless of how filthy you've become, and you lean into his hand without hesitation though you keep eyeing his twitching cock with the intent to suck it again.

"I know you want more, sweet thing," he says soothingly, voice rumbling lower in his chest in a way that makes you purr in kind. "But let me take care of you too now."

He hauls you up into his arms and you smile and laugh in delight, only for your mouth to be taken by his — your father kisses you with abandon even with your mouth heavy with his taste, your face dripping with your efforts. The kiss continues even as he gets your back to a wall and rearranges your limbs to get your legs around his waist. Your lips meet with warmth and desire, breathlessness, an ache so close to being soothed.

Your clothes are shifted by his steady hand until your hot, slick cunt is bared to him. A whine is drawn from your mouth when he rubs roughly over your core to catch your clit and feel how turned on you are.

"Do you think you can take me?" he asks, voice soft and betraying a hint of concern.

"I know I can, Daddy," is your immediate reply.

The chuckle in his chest is reward enough as you feel it reverberate. He takes your word for it, out of trust and out of his own need to be sank as deep as he can inside you to sate you both, and lines himself up. Your arms are thrown around his shoulders to dig your nails into the fabric of his dress shirt and hold on as he rolls his hips up to bottom out deep into your pussy.

It makes you keen out and cling to him that much harder. He has to pause once he's settled, almost as if to school himself into not cumming already, you feel so good on his cock.

Savoring you. In disbelief that he's balls deep in you. When he pulls his hips back only to buck forward again, he's fucking you.

It's wrong. Deeply wrong. Blood and sex shouldn't mix like this. Past the fog in your brain as your father finds the perfect pace to fuck you at — urgent, firm, plunging deep into you only to draw out and bury himself inside again as quickly as possible — you blearily wonder if you'll both regret this. Tomorrow will come, and you worry that this might be all and this one illicit romp will be all you can claim.

Your father doesn't seem to have the same reservations when he noses against you to have you tip your head back, all for him to capture your mouth with a groan — your worried thoughts dim as you surrender yourself to his easy dominance.

All that matters is that he's fucking you. That you can feel him deep inside you. Raw and hot and yours for now.

Your cunt is a mess. It drips down the curve of your ass, down your dad's cock to stain his perfectly-ironed pants. It sinks in that he didn't even bother to undress further all in his eagerness to have you.

Pleasure deeper than what he's making your body feel lights you up inside and you whine out "Daddy" into his mouth in your exaltation.

"I'm right here, darling... You're being so good for me."

His head moves to tuck itself into the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder. You're a breath away from protesting when you feel the graze of teeth on your skin, the suction of his mouth, and you're near-dizzy realizing that he's marking you. Always, always his. Always have been.

Always will be.

He grinds against your clit with every thrust and the friction sends you closer and closer to your peak. Futile, but you try to move your hips with his in your desperation to cum all over the cock that made you. It's clear to him what you want so he pounds you into the wall harder, determined to get you both there, kissing your skin and grunting with the effort.

You cum first. It's strong and full-bodied, making your back arch and has you clinging to him that much harder. Your legs around his waist keep him sank inside of you as your cunt squeezes and spasms around him without any chance of pulling out. It's not as if he tries to. So he's quick to join you with quick, shallow pumps as he fills you with his cum.

As you both come down, twitching and breathless, you nuzzle against him with a noise of contentment. He kisses your forehead and moves to let your legs down and have you stand but you protest. Laughing fondly, he fixes his pants then gathers you up in his arms and carries you off, up the stairs, pausing once he ascends to the landing.

Considering, between your room and his.

It occurs to you that you don't remember the last time he carried you to bed.

He turns and walks to his room.

It occurs to you that you don't remember the last time you both slept in the same bed.

This time, however, he sets you down and pulls the sheets over you. For a few moments, he's gone and all you hear is the sound of fabric rustling. The mattress dips behind you and you're drawn into his arms back against his bare chest.

When was the last time he had someone else in this bed?

A kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck and he squeezes you tight. Safe and sound. Questions were to be saved for tomorrow, but for the night, nothing more complicated than slumber.

#degrees of lewdity #avery the businessperson #extremely self-indulgent #softer than my usual fare but it's also still fucked up lol #lights out writes

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hollyannewrites · 10 months

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Ditches

This is the beginning of a series I want to work on. Two guys, Benny and Liam, are figuring out friendship, relationships, and how to have a half-decent life. I'm going to do polls at the end of each chapter, so please vote and let me know where you think it should go next!

Benny’s phone rang once, twice, three times before he heard, and one more time before he dug it out of his pocket and answered. At this point in the night, there was not a single person in his life who should be awake, never mind calling him on the phone. The number that came up wasn’t in his phone.

“Hey Benny, it’s Liam,” came a hesitant voice, with a soft pattering sound like rain just behind it.

“Liam, hey. Did you need something?” Benny hadn’t actually spoken to Liam in a few weeks, mostly because he’d been pretty, and only a little because the last time they hung out had ended very awkwardly.

“Um…” his friend trailed off for a few seconds. “I could really use your help?” Liam spoke each word slowly and quietly.

Benny frowned. It was nearly 2 in the morning, and he was planning on going to bed in just a few minutes.

“Can it wait till morning?” He didn’t think he’d snapped, but the handful of silent seconds on the line were tense.

“I mean, not really? But it’s fine, it’s whatever, I can ask someone else,” Liam blurted.

“No, no, don’t call anyone else at this hour, Liam. What do you want?” he sighed.

“Would it be possible for you to—fuck hold on, gotta add a quarter.” There was a jingling and clinking sound, then he continued. “Would you be willing to pick me up from somewhere? I’m a little stuck out here.”

“Out where?”

“Uh, near a place called Paul’s Gasoline?”

“Where’s that?”

“Wish I knew, honestly.”

“Where’s your car?” Benny frowned into the phone.

“Wherever Kaya drove it, I guess,” Liam’s tone was acrid.

“And why can’t Kaya pick you up?”

“Well seeing as how she’s the one who left me here, I don’t think she’d be super willing to turn around and come back.”

“Wait, Kaya left you at a gas station in the middle of the night?”

“Nope.” He exhaled roughly. “She forced me out of the car on the side of the road like half a mile away and I walked to the gas station, which was the only thing out here that’s open. Well, was open. He just closed up.”

“Why would she—”

“Listen, Benny, I’m happy to explain, but I also only have one more quarter for this stupid pay phone, so can you help me out or not? I need to know if I should call someone else.”

Benny sighed, rubbing his temple. “Yeah, I’ll come and get you. I have to look the place up, is there anything else around to map to?”

“There’s a Kroger down the road a bit?”

“Great. Paul’s Gasoline near a Kroger. Sure. See you soon, I guess.” Benny ended the call before Liam could say anything else.

He quickly stepped into his boots, shrugged on a rain jacket, and pocketed his keys. His car was parked a little ways down the block, and his hair was dripping onto his forehead by the time he slid into the driver’s seat.

Google Maps told him that while there were four different gas stations called Paul’s Gasoline, only one was anywhere near a Kroger, and that one was nearly forty minutes away. He swore, then turned the keys. Only Liam would get stuck forty minutes outside of town in the middle of the night and then call him for help.

Part of him felt bad for Liam—it sounded, from his brief description of events, like he was having a rough night. The rest of him, though, was still not quite over what Liam had said to him last time they talked and didn’t really want to see him at the moment.

The drive was mostly dark, country roads, and he didn’t enjoy the stillness of it all, so he connected his aux cord and started playing some Fall Out Boy at top volume. The thrumming bass of the music drowned out any chance at having thoughts, so the long trip didn’t feel all that lengthy.

Pulling up to Paul’s Gasoline, he turned the keys in the ignition. He hopped out of the car into the torrential downpour.

“Liam? You getting in the car?”

From across the street, he caught a flash of movement, and turning to look, saw his friend shuffling over towards him. As he got close enough to be seen in the gleam of the headlights, Benny furrowed his brows.

Liam looked like shit. He was soaked through, dark curls plastered to his forehead, and his shirt and shorts clung to his skin as if he’d just gone swimming fully clothed. Skids of mud streaked his legs and arms, and a twig with leaves was nestled in his hair. Also, importantly, his eyes were rimmed with red—he’d been crying. Heavily.

“You look great,” Benny joked.

Liam just shrugged and shivered against the frigid rain.

“Why are you covered in mud?” he gestured at the mess.

“Walked around a little to warm up and fell into a ditch,” Liam mumbled, rubbing his arm awkwardly. “Do you want me to try to wipe it off before I get in?”

He considered the offer—after all, he didn’t want to have to get his car cleaned—but ultimately, he just wanted to go home as fast as possible.

“Just get in.”

Liam stumbled over to the passenger side and slid in, while Benny got the car started up. There was silence for a minute while he typed Liam’s address into Maps, and when he looked over, his friend was staring out the window, hugging his elbows and trembling.

He reached down and cranked the heat all the way up. They both needed it, he figured. Wet clothes and all.

“So Kaya made you get out of your own car?” Benny questioned as he pulled out of the gas station parking lot.

“Yeah.” The answer was short and clipped.

“How’d she pull that off?”

“She said to pull over and get out or she’d wrench the wheel and drive us into a tree,” Liam answered flatly.

Benny waited for him to laugh, to say he was joking, but he said nothing further.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah.” Again, short and stiff.

“Why the hell would she do that?” Benny couldn’t imagine the energetic girl acting like that, not with her perky ponytail and the rhinestones on her fingernails. Kaya was emotional, sure, but not angry or vicious.

“I broke up with her.”

Benny jerked the wheel at that, before quickly correcting. He snuck a peak at Liam, who had both hands clenched around the seatbelt, knuckles white. His eyes were closed tightly.

“You ended things with her? I thought you two were talking about marriage?” The pair had been dating for a few years, and both had separately mentioned engagement at least a couple of times in the past months. They made a nice sight together, too. She was short, olive-toned, with pin-straight black hair and bright hazel eyes. He towered over her, all curls and dimples and soft body ideal for hugging.

A sardonic laugh from Liam. “We did talk about it. And then we didn’t.” When Benny didn’t jump in to fill the silence, he continued. “She was sleeping with Craig from down the hall. For almost a year now. He left his tie clip in our bathroom, a specially engraved one. I confronted her about it in the car and she said it was just for fun. It didn’t mean anything. Didn’t really change my feelings about it, so I told her I wanted to end things. And you can see exactly where that got me,” he sighed.

“Sorry to hear that,” he replied. And he was sorry, genuinely. Liam and Kaya had seemed happy to him. It wasn’t pleasant to think that a lot of that was a lie.

“It’s fine.” Liam shrugged. He was still staring out the window as the dark trees rolled past.

After a few minutes, Liam seemed to recognize the road they were on. “Are we headed back into town?”

“Yeah, I was taking you home. That’s where I mapped to.”

He winced. “Would it be possible to go to my parents’ instead?”

“It’s your apartment, Liam. She already forced you out of your own car, don’t make the same mistake with home.”

“I’m not. My keys are in the car, so I can’t actually get into my place.”

“You left your keys with her?”

“I left everything in the car. She was busy yelling, so I didn’t think to grab my stuff. Keys, phone, wallet—literally everything.”

“How’d you use a payphone without your wallet?”

“Begged the gas station attendant for money while he was closing. He gave me a handful of sticky quarters out of his pocket and told me to ‘git’.” He made air quotes with his fingers around the last word, tacking on a thick, rural accent to the word. “I appreciated it because it was either beg for quarters in the hopes someone would help me out or start walking and hope I hit the next town before sunrise.” Liam’s tone was light, trying to elicit a laugh, even, but the sour taste was just beneath the surface.

“Well, aren’t you lucky I picked up then?” Benny tried to joke along.

“Third time’s the charm, I guess.”

“Who else did you try to call?”

“Tried my mom and Curtis.”

“You tried to call Curtis before me?” Benny glanced at his friend, incredulous.

“Yeah. Thought he wouldn’t be super pissed about driving out here at night. He was drunk when he picked up though, so that didn’t go as planned.”

“Name a night of the week Curtis isn’t out having a few beers. He’s never a good choice to call for a pick-me-up.” Benny quipped.

“Yeah, realize that now. And Mom, for the record, was probably asleep, since she didn’t answer.”

“Well, I picked up, and I’m stupid enough to go out for a drive in this weather, so I guess it all worked out.” The car made a left onto a narrow, hilly road. “Also, if your mother’s not awake enough to answer the phone, she’s not going to hear the doorbell. You can crash at mine until the morning.”

He hadn’t meant to offer that, but the words left his mouth before he could stop himself.

#hollyanne writes #original fiction #poll #series: ditches #creative writing #original characters #fiction #original work #adult life #relationships #OC: Benny #OC: Liam #OC: Kaya #cheating

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sanjananana · 1 year

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Film Adaptation - SCHEEP

(notes) 26th January 2023, Thursday:

The group met to discuss the short stories we read. During the tutorial with Joe we discussed with him the three stories we had in mind -

A Service of Love

The Cop and the Anthem

The Love-philtre of Ikey Shoenstein

We planned on thinking further about how we would develop these stories.

(notes) 28th January 2023, Saturday:

Our group met to discuss which of the shortlsited stories would be most suitable to adapt for us. As we developed the idea, 'The Love-philtre of Ikey Shoenstein' seemed to be a more interesting story to develop. There were some parallels with the story and the modern world that we could incorporate into the adaptation, such as having Ikey/Isaac be a con artist who poses as a wellness brand owner. The brand would draw inspiration from an actual brand 'GOOP' (known for its quirky products), from which we are also inspired to come up with few brand names for Isaac - Gloop, Gleep, Doop.

(story idea)

(SYNOPSIS)

We also decided on our roles.

Producer/Production Designer - Sanjana

Director - Keri

DOP - Michael

Writer - Sean

Sound - Yat Lee

Editor - Finn

9th February 2023, Thursday:

In our tutorial with Joe we decided on the specifics of the film, such as tone, genre, cinematography and story outline. The group also discussed our presentation for next week.

16th February 2023, Thursday:

Presentation slides - https://livenapierac-my.sharepoint.com/:p:/r/personal/40532868_live_napier_ac_uk/Documents/Presentation.pptx?d=w124f5cbe89684dab89958fbb9892497f&csf=1&web=1&e=Up3gfK

CASTING:

I have put out a casting call (Attached below) on several facebook groups, with descriptions relevant to what the director wants.

(casting call)

Location:

In terms of location we want an office space for the first act which is set in Isaac's Office. At the moment we are thinking of using one of the classrooms at craiglockhart campus, however I am actively looking for another space that looks like an actual office.

As for the dinner scene, we will be needing a location that comes with a kitchen, dining area and a hallway. We will be needing the three areas as the dinner sequence involves two separate conversations that are intercutting along with a scene involving all the cast members. At the moment we have the tower boardroom in mind as it is equipped with all three spaces.

As a last resort we have our director Keri's flat.

SET DESIGN:

For Isaac's brand, I have made the following labels. I want his brand to look believable and something that is more likely to draw people to its products. It should contrast Isaac as a person, while he is skeevy and awkward, his brand is inviting.

In terms of set design, I hope that the dining area contrasts the awkward and tense atmosphere. It should be bright and inviting, which would clash with Rosy's and her father's displeasure over Isaac and Chuck's presence respectively.

As for the Isaac's office, it has to be a cluttered space, the complete opposite of what his brand presents. It should look sketchy and representative of Isaac as a person.

PRODUCTION LOGISTICS

28th February 2023, Tuesday:

SCRIPT (click to read)

We recieved 12 responses from the casting call for Rosy, Isaac and Chuck, however we are having trouble finding a grown actor to play the Father. The director, Keri has suggested that her fathe rcould play the role in case we don't end up finding anyone.

While going through negative checks I have also discovered that Gloop, Gleep and Doop are existing brands and it would be difficult to get permission given how we are portraying the brand in our film, and so the DOP, Michael, suggested the name SCHEEP, which would alos imply that the customers of this brand are also 'sheep' who are blindly consuming the products. And so, with the new name I decided to redesign the logo for the spray.

9th March 2023, Thursday:

We had a group meeting today and we reviewed the audition tapes that we'd recieved and we have finalised the actors for Rosy, Isaac and Chuck. We are still having trouble finding an actor to play Rosy's father, however Keri's father has agreed to play the role.

Today we also discussed how we wanted these characters to look-

Isaac

Plain clothes

Weird tie

Half tucked shirt

Rosy

mismatched dress

Long teacher cardigan

Chunky colourful accessories

Chuck

Jumper

Corduroy pants

Old people clothes

comically large bowtie

slicked hair (innocent looking)

I contacted the actors regarding their costumes for the production days and we will be relying on what they already have and what the crew can source.

Production design-

I have also started working on the props we would be needing. I am hoping to source most of the props from what everyone in the group has.

(Fake certificates for Isaac and product logos)

13th March 2023, Monday:

(schedule)

15th March 2023, Wednesday:

I sent the Kit list compiled by Michael (DOP) and Yat (Sound) over to Leo to be approved.

(Kit list)

23rd March 2023, Thursday:

We have had some issues regarding booking equioemnt. I was delayed in booking equipment as the production dates and Locations were still being finalised so I could not have risk assessments. We finalised the location for Isaac's office which is a classroom at Craiglockart campus (pictured above). Due to the delay we were unable to book a lot of the equipment, and so I discussed with the storeroom and my group and we were able to book alternatives.

The location for the Dinner scene (Tower Boardroom) could not be booked, after which I contacted Film Edinburgh to book one of the locations listed on their site however they responded that their locations are unavailable to students. We asked our tutor, Joe, if he could assist in helping us find a location. He directed us to 'communications' to book the River Suite at Craiglockart. However, I was unable to book that room either as it is not available to students. eventually with two days remaining for the dinner scene production day, we have decided on using Keri's flat.

24th March 2023, Friday (DAY 1 - Isaac's Office) :

We filmed the sequence in Isaac's office today. The shooting went smoothly, as the cast and crew worked wonderfully together. We did have some issues with sound, as a generator in the classroom would turn on an off every 15 minutes, which caused some hinderances.

There were also classes being conducted in the adjoining rooms, however I had checked with resource booker and scheduled breaks when the classes were happening, so that the noises didn't interfere with the production.

Production Design -

25th March 2023, Saturday:

I scheduled a day between the two shoot dates so that the cast and crew would not be overworked and we would have time to fix any issues that would arise.

Today I also worked on making fake food for the dinner scene, for continuity and to avoid health and safety concerns. The only real food we would have on screen will be a salad that would be consumed by Isaac. I have checked with the cast and crew for allergies and will ensure that on day of production, the food is covered and preserved.

(Fake food)

26th March 2023, Sunday (DAY 2 - Dinner) :

Due to a change in locations, the DOP and Director had to modify a couple shots where the space was cramped. Despite this the hsoot went smootly without any major hitches. We did have issues with the batteries and they would die very quickly on the camera and we were not provided with chargers for the Zoom H4N.

Production Design -

Production design was not very complex as the new location was already very bright and colorful. The dinner setting comprised of fake candles, dishyware, fake flowers, a painting and fake food.

8th April 2023, Thursday - 21st April 2023, Friday:

The Editor, Finn, had started on the edit. We had some hitches at first as a couple of the audio files were missing but we ended up finding them on the backup hard drive.

We were also having issues as the cut was going over time, due to which the director and editor had to work out on which shots to remove and bring the final cut down to 8 minutes. The final cut was then passed on to Yat, for sound design, while Finn worked on color grading.

On the day of the crit, AVID would not export the color-graded and credited version of the film synced with the sound design. Due to this editor had to export the timecoded version, sync it with the sound design and submit the film.

27th April 2023, Thursday - SUBMISSION AND CRIT

FINAL FILM (CLICK)

FEEDBACK

The film was well recieved in its writing style and comedic elements. The writing was very strong. The tutors mentioned that the film was similar in style to an old late night TV show. They also said that the film was saved by its characters and they liked the little quirks such as Chuck's meek nature and comically large bowties. However, there were some inconsistencies such as the actors changing their accents. They also mentioned that the film looked underexposed. I would agree with the feedback and keep these points in mind for future projects.

As this was my second time taking on the role of the producer, I think while some duties I was familiar with, the rest were a little difficult to fulfill. Some things I would have done differently would be scouting for locations and booking equipment earlier, along with discussing issues with producing with my group to get everyone's input. The production documents were also a little difficult to track. With regards to production design, I believe I could have done more, especially to make the office set look more believable and less like a classroom.

Regardless of the hindrances, I have enjoyed the role and believe that working on this film was a very educating experience. I am glad to have worked with such a wonderful team and would love to work with them again.

END

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paranormal-pajama-phantom · 2 years

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Hello!! Your matchups sound amazing, I was wondering if I could get one please?

Female

She/her

Romantic

Personality - I'd consider myself kind and empathic, I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious, I love being the best at everything I do. I'm also a bit of a hopeless romantic and I daydream quite a lot. I'm also pretty outgoing and talkative around the people I'm comfortable with. I love adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything.

Bad traits - I'm pretty cynical and I hold most people at an arm's length. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated and annoyed at people pretty easily and I'm also competitive.

Hobbies - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I also love true crime very much. I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies. I love cooking and cleaning up since they take my mind off of things and help me relax. I also really enjoy working out and I'm quite fond of sports. I'm a pretty girly girl and I love clothes, shoes, accessories, makeup and skincare 😭

Things that annoy me - big and loud crowds, noisy chewers, extremely cold weather

Introvert for the most part. I love hanging out and doing stuff with my friends and family, it makes me really happy and I really, really value the time we spend together but it gets exhausting if it happens very frequently. I really like my alone time and I'm pretty awkward around strangers

Type - I have no idea but some fictional characters I really like are Steve Harrington from stranger things, James, Sirius and Remus from Harry Potter and spike from btvs! I'm really sorry for not answering this properly!

How others describe me- People who don't know me well describe me as quiet, a little frosty, sweet, and a bit of a bookworm. People who do know well would describe me as fun, mischievous, caring, talkative, supportive, and moody

Sexuality - straight

Favorite food - I really like burgers and I anything with chocolate in it

Favorite color - A warm, earthy red and dark forest green and all shades of pink!

Type of music - I mostly listen to indie rock and I also love classical music

No preference between hero or villain

I like being called sweetheart, honey, baby and angel! I also love it when the nickname is an inside joke

I think I'd be more into a laid back lover, but I don't have a strong preference either way!

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips, big eyes that have dark circles under them, and prominent cheekbones! I wear glasses and I have dimples that I really like! I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I almost always have a red lip when I go out and I love wearing blush and a subtle highlighter.

Taller, but again, no strong preference either way!

Aesthetic - a mix of 90s and dark academia!

Quality time and physical touch

Taurus sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising!

I'm extremely good at picking up others' handwriting and I can pick locks

I'm sorry for how long this got! Thank you very much for doing this, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️❤️❤️

I pair you with

🧪Bruce Banner🧪

General headcanons

Bruce loves you for many things but the thing he likes most is that your probably one of the only people who actually listens

He feels safe and like he can vent around you without being judged

Bruce definitely feels less tense around you and loves your sense of humor

Maybe not the pranks but, he’ll get used to it

Hopefully

Loves snuggling up next to you in bed and reading with you

If you ever ask him he’ll jump at the idea of cooking with you

Even though he’s not great at it he’d love the thought of helping you

Date headcanons

For a date Bruce is likely to take you out for Burgers

It’s simple and sweet at the same time

After he’ll probably go on a walk with you around the neighborhood

It’ll be pretty late at night so it’ll be empty but peaceful

Maybe he’ll even put on some music as you walk

He’ll hold your hand as you walk together <3

Romantic headcanons

Bruce isn’t a very touchy person but to show affection sometimes he’ll hold your hand gently or give you a hug

His favorite nickname for you is ‘Honey’ it’s simple and usually the first thing that slips out of his mouth

Will act annoyed if you drag him out on an adventure but he deep down he loves it ><

Sometime’s the two of you paint together

Cheek kisses :)

Height Headcanons

Canonically Bruce Banner is 5’9 so he’s about the same height as you

But as the Hulk he’s about 7’8 so…

I guess he’s technically taller than you?

Bonus round

This man has no sense of fashion so he’ll be very thankful if you ever decide to help him out with clothing! Color theory does not exist to this guy and his main outfits consist of lab coats, so please help him out

Come back soon! 💌

#matchups #marvel matchups #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #x reader #mcu headcanons #bruce banner headcanons #the hulk #hulk x reader #hulk headcanons #mcu #x female reader #marvel hcs

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader

This was a commission, so reader has a few vague descriptions (reader having long hair that Kei can run his fingers through). If you’d like to commission me, please send me a dm!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, choking, degradation, a little praise, use of "sir" and "doll", fingering (f. receiving), breeding kink, mention of knocking reader up, a little angst, and a little fluff. (let me know if you want anything else tagged)!

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Kei wasn’t sure why he’d thought of taking a break. Honestly, it was something he gave little thought to but acted solely on strong emotion in the heat of the moment. He knew his temper was short. He knew he didn’t actually want to break up.

But most of all, he knew he didn’t want to see you flirting with anyone else.

Yet, there he was. Still standing in the doorway of his favorite bar, looking across to see you flirting with none other than Kentaro Kyotani. At the base level, this was all his fault. He was simply tired of hearing you complain about him not spending enough time with you. He wanted you off his case, college and volleyball were more than enough for him to be dealing with now. He needed a break and so did you.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Kei sits at a booth by the door, still processing the scene in front of him. Are you actively trying to make him jealous? No, that’s not right. You don’t even see he’s here, how could you be fucking with him? Somehow, it makes it worse knowing that you’re flirting with him just to do it.

You saw him the moment he walked in. How could you not? It’s impossible to miss his towering figure in the door, his disheveled blonde hair, and glasses creeping down low on his nose. You see him looking across to you and Kentaro, his eyes practically burning into you.

“Is something wrong?” Kentaro asks, and you look back and him and smile.

“Kei is here, just like you said,” you laugh again, glancing up slightly to see that he’s scowling across the room. His dissatisfaction is clear as day. “I didn’t think he’d actually come without me.”

“Are you mad?” He wraps his arm around you, and you nod.

“A little, honestly.” You look away from Kei as he sits in a booth, noticing he’s not looking away. “I think this is working though.” You reach up and take his hand in yours, trying hard not to laugh. “Even if it is pretty immature.”

“If it works, it works.” He laughs and takes a sip from his beer.

He looks over across to Kei, and you do as well. You smile at Kei, his lips turning up into an amused grin as he watches you. You knew the break he suggested was completely out of irrational frustration, so doing this to get back at him a bit was quite fun. While you sip on your drink, you watch as Kei stands up and strides closer to you and Kentaro.

“Oh, he’s coming over here.” You release his hand instinctively, suddenly feeling a tad guilty.

“Kyo,” Kei says stiffly after clearing his throat. “Was this your idea?”

“Oh hi, Kei.” You interrupt as Kentaro starts to answer. “Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

“Really?” He laughs, his tone full of amusement. “It was your idea then.”

You shrug, and Kentaro moves his arm off of your shoulder.

“I’ll let you guys handle this now.” Kentaro stands up, placing his hand on Kei’s shoulder. “See ya tomorrow, Kei.” He leaves, going out the door and into the busy Saturday night streets.

Kei sits beside you, and you turn to face him. Leaning one elbow on the bar, you rest your head in your hand and spin the straw of your drink with your other. You look up at him, your eyes focused on his. He’s frowning, but you expected as much.

“You ruined my date,” you tell him, giving in to be the first to speak.

He scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning forward on the bar. “I’m certain that wasn’t a real date.”

You shrug, “you’re right, but I could have been on a real one.” You take a small sip of your drink, “since we’re on a break and all.”

Kei picks up your drink, pushing your straw to the aide and downing it in one gulp. “I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I don’t want to be on a break, I was just frustrated and let that get the best of me. Can we please go home now?”

You sigh and nod. While you’d hoped for a better apology for him or even a bigger expression of jealousy and love from him, you take what you get. This is one of the things you’ve tried working on with him, but you realize it’s going to be a bit longer before he’s fully open with you. You believe you understand him better than he realizes, making it easier to be patient with him.

“I’m tired, Kei.” You hold onto his arm as you leave the bar, your head resting against him.

“I drove here, lucky for you.” He pulls you closer to him, his body warm and welcoming.

You let out a sigh of relief, your body missing him more than you thought. The last week without seeing him hadn’t been particularly easy, but you knew it was a short-term thing and had been so determined to make him jealous you didn’t give much thought to the way you longed for him.

He opens the back door to his car and pulls you in after him. You laugh as you fall on top of him in the backseat, his lips peppering kisses over your cheeks and nose. You relax against him, straddling his lap, and kissing him back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You smile against his lips, biting softly and pulling it back. “It’s okay, just don’t be so stupid next time. We can work through things without taking a break from one another.”

He laughs, grabbing your hips and forcing you to grind against him. He’s hard against your core, and you whimper as you close your eyes. He forces your hips to move again, but you let go, allowing yourself to move freely with his hands.

“Stupid?” He chuckles, and you open your eyes. His are dark with lust now, his glasses tossed to the side. “Are you really in a position to call me stupid after your pathetic little attempt to make me jealous?”

You shake your head and smile, your body reacting before you can even think. “No sir,” you reply finally, your voice catching in your throat. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Better,” he slips his hands under your shirt.

He slips it off your body, pulling you into a kiss while he continues working on you. His fingertips are cold against you’re your skin, slowly tracing up your back to unclasp your bra. You shiver as the cool air hits your skin.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” He asks pulling away, his fingers teasing your nipples and pinching when you don’t respond quick enough. “Answer me, doll.”

“I’ll be good,” you whimper, leaning into his hands as he cups your breasts.

He reaches one hand up, his fingers clasping around your throat. His fingers are warm now, squeezing your throat just enough to make you feel light and aflame.

“Is that being good? Yes, what?” He lightens his grip just a touch.

“No sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, sir.” You blabber out, whimpering more as he twists your right nipple.

He grabs your ass, leaning forward and taking your right nipple in his mouth. His tongue circles around the sensitive nub as you moan, reaching up and tanging your hands in his light hair. You tug gently, earning a moan from him. It vibrates against your nipple, making you shiver down your spine.

“Please,” your voice is already high and breathy. “Sir, I need you. Please don’t tease me anymore.”

He releases your nipple with a loud pop sound from his mouth. “Is that all you got? I know you can beg a little more.”

“Please, I need you. I’ve missed you so much, feel so empty without you in me. Please, Kei, I need you,” you continue begging, your words beginning to stumble over one another as you become more desperate for him.

He lifts you off his lap, pulling your pants down your legs and then his own. His cock is already leaking precum when he finally lets it free from his sweats. You sit on his thighs while he strokes his cock slowly, his fingers reaching between you’re your thighs and teasing your clit.

“Kei, sir, p-please.” You’re eyes close and your head drops back as his meticulous fingers.

He slips one inside you, then another, slowly pumping them in and out while you whine and moan. You can’t help but roll your hips in rhythm with his fingers, your body heating up and eyes glossing over.

“Look at that,” he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him, “riding my fingers like a desperate slut.”

He pulls you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue invading your mouth as he holds your face. His fingers fuck into you faster and harder, making you moan against his mouth. You grab onto his shoulders, your nails biting into his skin through his shirt.

Pulling his fingers out of your cunt, he laughs as you whine and beg for him to continue. “Don’t you want my cock? Or would you rather I make you get off on your own on my fingers.”

“No, no, need you please.” Your eyes widen as he looks up at you, scared he might not actually let you ride him or fuck you. “Please, sir. Let me ride your cock.”

“Go on, nothing is stopping you.” He pulls you closer, his face in the crook of your neck.

His lips suck on the skin, leaving light marks all across it as you sink down on his cock. It burns as he stretches you, your body tensing at first before you relax and let him in fully. You dip your face down against the back of the seat, moaning as you adjust to his size.

“Kei,” you whine as you start to move up and down his length. “Fuck, I missed you so much.”

He wraps his arms around you, squeezing your ass as you ride him. His lips kiss up to your neck and jaw to your lips, softly kissing every inch of you before kissing you. You slowly set your pace, his hands helping guide you on him while he moans softly against you.

“God, you’re so tight.” He moans louder, tilting his head back and giving you a chance to kiss his neck, softly biting the way he likes.

As your teeth sink into his skin, he lets out a guttural moan, thrusting up inside of you harder. He takes control of your pace, holding you still while fucking into you. You bite back your moans, worried someone outside the car could hear you both.

“Come on, doll. Let me hear you please? I’ve missed your pretty moans,” he speaks gentler now, making you melt into him. You let go, your voice filling the car with his. “Hold onto my shoulders,” he tells you and you do.

He flips you onto your back softly, pushing your knees to your chest.

“God you’re so pretty,” he tells you, slowly pushing his cock back inside you. “Your cute little cunt takes me so well like it’s made just for me.”

You let out a loud moan, unable to focus on anything but the sound of his voice and the feeling of his cock splitting you in half. He presses down on your stomach, making you feel his cock deep inside of you.

“Feel that?” He asks and you nod. “With all those hickeys on your neck, I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine. But you know what would be even better… what if I fucked a baby into you right here and now?”

“Kei,” you whine his name, and he thrusts into you harder, pulling your hips down to meet him as he does.

“Want that baby? Want me to fill you up and claim you as mine?”

You’re not sure what’s into him tonight, this all-new and exciting. You can’t even warn him as you clench around his cock, you cum as your body shakes and a high-pitched scream leaves your body. You can’t his name over and over, all the while he keeps fucking you hard and deep. You cling to him, body soft and plaint for him.

“Kei, please fill me up. Need it so bad,” you mutter the words weakly, body wanting to swallow him whole.

“Fuck,” he curses, his forehead dropping against yours.

He cums deep in you, pressing his hand against your lower stomach and making you whimper and moan. To your surprise, you cum again. This time it’s much more intense, your toes curling and body shaking under his weight.

You stay still under him, your body tired and muscles still tense as you come down. Kei kisses your forehead over and over, his lips warm and soft against your skin. You smile and lean into each gentle kiss, taking in all the gentle touches across your face.

“Beautiful,” he whispers with more praises.

“You’re sweet,” you tell him, and he rolls your eyes.

“Did I fuck you stupid this time?” He laughs softly, his tone light and full of joy. “Stay still, okay? Gonna clean you up.”

He pulls out of you gently, rubbing your thighs softly as you stretch your legs out. Kei is quick to grab a clean towel from his gym bag, wiping your thighs and the seat of the car before helping you get dressed.

“Come sit,” he pats his lap, and you climb into his lap, straddling him and resting your body against his while he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head.

Kei Tsukishima is a lot of things. Sometimes impatient, but overall, one of the kindest men you have ever met. He never skimps on you when you’re with him. While times get rough whenever he’s busy and you want to spend more time with him, you know now that a break is not the answer, and you shouldn’t have agreed with it just to get back at his decision to bring it up.

Kei’s long fingers brush through your hair, you have to bite your lip to keep from complaining about the tangles he tugs too roughly through. After a minute it’s no longer knotted and he’s able to loosely braid it down your back.

“When did you learn to braid?” You ask, shocked he managed it so well.

He’s never been bad at aftercare, in fact, you’d say he’s amazing at it. But he’s never done your hair like this for you before.

“Known how to for a while, just haven’t since I was young. Mom liked when we’d play with her hair, and I loved doing it when I was little.” He tells you as he pulls it around to show his work over your shoulder. “Like it?”

“Mhmm,” you smile and kiss him softly.

He holds you tight against him, kissing you back deeply.

“Can I spoil you a bit tonight?” He asks after pulling away.

“I’d be dumb to say no,” you giggle and tilt your head. “What are you thinking?”

He sits back, laying his head back on the seat and looking at the roof of his car. “Uh, I think there’s a 24/7 smoothie place by my apartment. How about we swing by there, then go back to my place and watch your favorite movies?”

“Sounds like a good night to me.” You kiss him then slide off his lap.

Kei struggles to unlock his apartment door. You try and help, taking his keys from his full hands.

“Why would you try and do that with all that in your hands?” You ask, shaking your head with a laugh.

He had all his school bag, gym bag, and now his smoothie in his hands while trying to open the door. You’d let him try it for several minutes while he got frustrated, thinking it’s cute how red his nose gets when he’s frustrated.

“Shut up and open the door wider please.” He huffs as you laugh at him.

He drops his bags on the floor next to his couch, and you sit on the left side where you usually do. He walks through his place, stopping in his bedroom to change into something comfortable before tossing you one of his shirts and a pair of boxers to change.

“Thank you,” you kiss his lips quickly before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.

After a long shower, you come back out to snuggle up with Kei on his bed. However, when you open the bathroom door, you see he’s not in bed where you expected him. You call out his name and get no answer, so you dress quickly and wander out to look for him.

“Oh, there you are!” You come up behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his back. “Come to bed with me, pretty please.”

“First,” he says, turning around and holding out a small gold-wrapped box, “open this, and then we will go to bed.”

You smile, taking the gift box and opening it to find a small silver key, with a cute green frog printed across the top. “Kei, is this for here?”

“Mhmm, I want you to be able to be here anytime you want. I think it’ll solve any more issues that come up about the amount of time we spend together.” He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you. “I always have time for you, don’t forget that.”

This is the grand gesture you were hoping for.

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jahayla-parker · 7 months

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Karma : Kaz Brekker x Reader Series

Part 2

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Jesper wasn’t entirely sure what was coming, but he knew it would be best to accompany his boss and best friend to whatever it was. For, he’d seen the way Kaz had exited his room with a vengeful scowl, determined pace, violent grip on his cane, and a dark anger in his eyes. Jesper earned merely a side glare after he’d started following Kaz. But, it was the lack of normal response that was enough to tell Jesper that Kaz’s focus was elsewhere. It was also the lack of scolding that kept Jesper from asking what was going on.

Just as the men stepped past the threshold of the building’s entrance, Inej landed inches in front of them. Jesper clutched his heart as it literally skipped a beat. Meanwhile, Kaz just glared and sidestepped her.

“Kaz-" Inej groaned, trying to block Kaz from leaving. She moved her body in front of him but was sure not to touch him in doing so.

“I already know,” Kaz stated simply. He sent Inej a harsh look that quickly prompted her to step to the side, out of his path. Kaz readjusted his grip on his cane as he went to restart his departure.

Inej raised a brow suspiciously at Kaz. “You do?” She questioned. Inej’s eyes scanned Kaz’s face in search of signs as to if his alleged knowledge was truly about the same thing she was referencing.

“Yes,” Kaz answered sharply. “Has he moved from Zentsbridge yet?” He inquired, eyes narrowing as his frustration grew. Kaz was mad the man had even made it that close without immediate consequences. But the fact that Inej was slowing Kaz down from keeping the man from coming even closer to y/n was driving him nuts.

Inej nodded her head with a sigh. So Kaz did know who she was talking about. “He has crossed into East Stave…” Inej informed Kaz, trailing off as she waited for him to realize the implications of that.

Kaz envisioned the map of Ketterdam in his mind as he planned his approach. Only, his body froze upon realizing that such a location change meant the Darkling had already moved closer to y/n. “How close to the Barrel?” Kaz growled deeply.

Jesper whined quietly as he looked between his friends in confusion. “Who are we talking about?” He asked, knowing he’d likely not get an actual answer.

Inej’s eyes flickered to the ground guiltily. “I lost him at the former site of the Kaelish Prince,” she confessed to Kaz. Inej could still picture the way his black cladded body had disappeared from her sight when she briefly looked behind her upon hearing what sounded like someone sneaking up on her.

“You lost him?!” Kaz snapped, his low and gravelly voice more intense than ever. His eyes were shooting daggers at his spider; she had one job. Kaz’s jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth.

“Kaz,” Jesper sighed, his tone scolding. He still didn’t know who his friends were talking about, or why their presence mattered so much. Saints, Jesper hadn’t seen Kaz act this way even when Pekka Rollins was involved, so he was at a loss as to what was going on. But, Jesper knew that Inej wouldn’t have lost her target unless it was somehow necessary for her safety.

“The club might not be open anymore, Kaz,” Inej remarked, “but, it’s still Dime Lion territory”.

Kaz’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Inej. “I don’t care!” He hissed.

“Kaz,” Jesper repeated, shaking his head.

Kaz’s tense grip on his cane caused an aching pain in his palm. His eyes flickered over to the staircase leading up to where y/n was. Not letting his eyes linger for more than a split milliseconds, he turned his gaze back to Inej. “How long ago?” Kaz sought clarification, his tone demanding an answer.

Inej followed Kaz’s gaze as it moved from the staircase and back to her. “What?” She asked, squinting in confusion.

“How long ago did you lose him?!” Kaz reworded gruffly.

Inej stared at the ground as she prepared to answer Kaz’s question. “Twenty minutes,” she confessed. “I’ve been trying to find him since, but, you know how he is,-“ Inej defended weakly.

Kaz sent Inej a harsh stare. He shook his head and sharply turned around. He’d handle Inej’s failure later, right now he had more pressing matters to attend to. “Jesper, watch the door,” Kaz demanded, “Inej, the roof”.

Jesper stepped closer to Inej. He waited for Kaz to start walking away before speaking, even though he suspected the Bastard would still be able to hear them. “What’re we watching for?” Jesper murmured.

“The Darkling,” Inej explained. She heard Jesper mumble an “oh shit,” as they watched Kaz march back up the stairs. “Yeah,” Inej murmured in agreement. She sighed and then began to explain that they should part for their assigned stations.

Y/n’s head snapped up and towards the door as Kaz barged in. Upon seeing it was him, some of her nerves settled instinctively. However, given the reason Kaz had stepped out in the first place, his sudden return concerned her. Y/n and Kaz locked eyes, her worried ones staring into his intense ones. “Is he here?” She asked weakly.

The despair and anguish in y/n’s hushed tone made Kaz’s fury and guilt grow. He swallowed thickly. “I don’t know,” Kaz admitted through his clenched teeth. “Yet.” He shook his head in frustration. “Jesper and Inej are on lookout,” Kaz informed y/n.

Kaz stalked over to his desk, his cane loudly smacking the ground with each determined step. He picked the lock on one of his desk drawers and aggressively jerked it out of the grooves that were holding it in place. Kaz pulled out the gun and made his way back over to y/n. He tenderly took hold of one of her trembling hands with his gloved one, delicately turning her palm upwards before placing the gun in it.

Y/n frowned as she looked at the gun weighing heavily in her hand. “Kaz," she whispered reluctantly. Y/n rarely used guns as she never wanted to kill anyone. Therefore, her weapon of choice was a blade of some sort, something that would give her more control over the likelihood of that potential outcome. Something she could use to defend herself without it automatically ending in the other person’s death.

“I know,” Kaz sighed. He closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry,” he forced out, the words truthful but foreign on his tongue. Kaz audibly clicked his tongue against his bottom lip the way he had earlier. “I need you to take it,” he stated sternly, pushing the device more firmly into y/n’s palm.

Y/n stared at the gun in disgust. She sighed loudly, knowing she was being difficult. But, y/n still didn’t want to accept the weapon. “I don’t like guns,” she needlessly reminded Kaz. She set the device back in his hand.

“I have blades,” Kaz reminded y/n. He looked over at his small stash of said weapons he’d collected for her in the event she needed a new or extra one at some point. Kaz’s eyes moved back to y/n as he cautiously added, “but.., I assumed….”.

“No,” y/n stated quickly, immediately shutting down the idea of her trying to use something as simple as a knife against the Darkling. She knew it wouldn’t work. She’d tried it before and the weapons had been used against her. Y/n had told Kaz as much so she knew that’s why he went with offering her a gun today.

Kaz nodded softly in understanding. He then silently tilted his head towards the gun resting in his upwards facing palm.

Y/n sighed but nodded back at Kaz as she hesitantly took the gun back from him. She ran her fingers over the weapon’s metallic sides. Her stomach twisted at the reminder of why she needed to be holding it right now. Y/n couldn’t believe he’d made his way to her safe place already.

Kaz saw y/n’s apprehension and lingering tension over the whole situation. But, Kaz knew he still needed to direct her on what he needed her to do while he was gone. He hoped by making it an order, it would not only remind y/n of what to do even though she was in a foggy state of mind, but also ideally make it easier for her to do it, should it be needed. “You shoot anyone, and anything, who comes through that door that isn’t me,” Kaz demanded with a firm look that somehow still displayed his understanding and compassion. “Understood?”

Y/n swallowed thickly. She slowly shifted her gaze up from the gun. When y/n started into Kaz’s eyes, she let her reluctance and fear show. “But-“ she protested weakly.

Kaz shook his head stiffly. “Anyone and anything,” he reiterated. When Y/n nodded in compliance, Kaz continued his instructions. “Also, stay away from the window,” Kaz commanded softly, eyes flickering to the window briefly. “But, don’t close the blinds… You need to… let the light come in,” He reminded uneasily.

Kaz despised the idea of any of those things being needed. Especially when y/n was in Kaz’s room, somewhere he’d worked to make her feel safe in at all times. Kaz also hated the image of the Darkling or his nichevo'ya army entering and threatening or actually harming Y/n. Not to mention it was possible he’d endanger her while Kaz was nearby but not actually present and able to protect her.

Y/n nodded her head rapidly. She knew why Kaz was giving these precise instructions. The flashbacks of Aleksander’s nichevo'ya swarming her until she was in complete painful darkness was something y/n never shook in all these years since she’d last encountering them or him. She felt her body shaking again as she shifted the gun into a more proper holding position, her fingers gripping the handle tightly.

Kaz stared at y/n wordlessly as waves of guilt, fear, anger, and sorrow filled his chest at the sight before him. He watched as Y/n held the gun with an unyieldingly tight grip. Kaz noticed that while she had the gun pointed at the ground, she was already clearly accepting of the weapon she normally despised. He could see her fear in the way she held the gun prematurely ready in her palm despite Kaz not having left her side yet. He watched as y/n’s eyes flickered to the door and then to the window as she positioned herself in the corner of the room; a position that was opposite of each potential entrance. Kaz was undoubtedly proud that y/n knew to do that, and also that she could think clearly enough to do so still despite her currently intense emotions. It made him feel slightly better about having to leave her, as he'd felt bad about needing to do so even if it was for her own sake. Kaz hated that y/n had to do any of this preparation. Especially since he knew she’d come to see this space as a safe area and now she was clearly in a different mindset; one Kaz wished he’d never have to see her in.

“He’s not going to harm you again,” Kaz said. He knew not to make promises, but he couldn’t help it. It had to be true. He didn’t know what he’d resort to if something happened to her. And if the Darkling was the one behind something happening to y/n, all hell would break loose.

Kaz hadn’t met y/n before it happened last time, but he could see how the harm it caused had lingered deep within her pure soul. He’d seen the way y/n was so gentle and kind to everyone despite being wracked by flashbacks and constant triggers of her time with the Darkling. Kaz had witnessed how deep of a spiral her trauma could send y/n into. Once, he even had been privy to seeing how bad things got for y/n when they’d run into the Darkling during a heist before. Even though the Darkling hadn’t noticed y/n, Kaz saw the way she shut down immediately. It had taken him and the Crows so long to get y/n back and out of that state (although the others didn’t know the origin of her despair). Kaz didn’t want to couldn’t see y/n like that again.

Yet, as they wordlessly prepared for the Darkling to get closer, Kaz could sense y/n was already headed down that path as of right now. He suspected if he failed and something happened, even if the Darkling didn’t kill her, he might never get the y/n he knew back completely. So, Kaz had to tell her, and himself, that it wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t. Kaz didn’t want it to happen. Dirtyhands wouldn’t let it happen. Not to her. Not to the one thing he invested so much into…loved. Not to his girl.

If it were up to Kaz, he knew that despite his deep survival instincts, he’d die before that man touched y/n ever again. Hell, Kaz would light the Darkling’s world on fire if he even looked her way. He was already thinking of different punishments he could impose for making her as anxious as he had with his presence today.

Kaz watched as y/n slowly rose her eyes up from the gun in her crouched position. He was immensely saddened to see the uncertainty in her eyes and how stiff her body was. It was a very contrasting appearance from her normal confidence and the faith she typically had in herself, her safety, and in Kaz. This only fueled Kaz’s fire. “He won’t,” he reassured them both.

Kaz slowly limped over to y/n’s new defensive position and knelt down to her level despite the pain it caused his bad leg. He cautiously moved his right hand towards y/n and when confirming she had not flinched, he let his gloved fingertips graze her cheek briefly. Kaz stared into her y/e/c eyes as they silently shared their emotions and feelings with each other. After a few seconds, Kaz sighed loudly, his gloved hands sliding down y/n’s clothed biceps with the faintest touch. He pursed his lips as he secretly debated pressing a featherlight kiss to her forehead; well, more accurately described as an infinitesimal tap from his chapped lips as that was about all Kaz could do so far. However, he suspected it was too much for both of them right now given their emotions and nerves were already heightened far more than usual. Kaz instead, let his hands return to his sides as he rose to leave.

“Kaz,“ Y/n whispered, her voice suggesting a warning was coming as Kaz reached the door. She waited for Kaz to stop and watched as he spun around to face her. Y/n noticed the slight bend in his neck as he nodded softly at her, a worried expression on his face at her sudden comment.

“Yes?” Kaz asked, his voice containing its typical raspy tone that was a lingering effect of his previous illness. But, other than its typical roughness, his question was otherwise tenderly asked. Even though Kaz had only had his back to y/n for less than a minute, was still well inside of the same room as her, and therefore knew nothing had happened, his eyes scanned y/n’s body for any harm or injuries. It was an instinctual and protective reaction he always had when her voice sounded like this.

“Be careful, please..,” Y/n practically pleaded, her bottom lip uncontrollably trembling slightly. “H-he’s…. He’s-…” she shook her head in frustration over the fact that she seemingly couldn’t even finish a simple sentence. Y/n had stopped Kaz’s departure in order to say it, yet, she couldn’t even do so; really?!

“Going to be eradicated and buried six feet under the contaminated soil of the Barrel,” Kaz said threateningly, completing Y/n’s sentence for her. He knew it wasn’t what she was going to say, but to him, it was the only natural conclusion to the sentence. Kaz resisted a smirk as he saw the way Y/n’s eyes flickered to a softened look briefly as she appreciatively gazed at him. He suppressed a sigh when it only lasted for a split second before the feared look returned to her eyes. But, Kaz was pleased that he evidently could still make y/n somewhat hopeful and feel safe after all. He wasn’t sure if that was still possible since he’d clearly failed in keeping the Darkling out of Ketterdam entirely.

“You can’t kill him,” Y/n advised Kaz. Despite her never truly wanting to have to kill anyone, y/n knew her tone came off as dissatisfied. And to be candid, she was upset over such a notion when it came to the Darkling. He was the one person y/n suspected she might ever be okay with killing. After all, he was the only person she’d ever intentionally tried to kill before.

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So the Character-Flavored Tea sold in Cyber City has a lot of interesting details to analyze:

It’s possible that a person perceiving their own tea as just water is just... how the tea is supposed to work. But you can also read it as an indication of self-loathing and\or a lack of a clear self-image. I think you can argue that pretty much all the characters involved suffer from this to some degree.

Lol Noelle is thirsty

Susie likes everyone’s flavor but herself’s! Awww! it’s clear that outside her Tough Bully Exterior, Susie might be the most Wholesome character in the cast. Deep down, she’s really just “HELL YEAH THESE ARE ALL MY FRIENDS AND I LOVE THEM A LOT”

Obviously Ralsei has a high score for Susie and Kris but not really for Noelle because he barely had a chance to interact with her. This is also probably why she perceives Ralsei Tea as an empty cup. She literally has no impression of him. Same goes the other way around.

The fact that they even have 50HP for each other might be a testiment for how sweet and accepting both of these characters are even with complete strangers.

(And Ralsei at the very least knows that Noelle is soft and sweet!! Awww)

Noelle and Kris’ scores for each other are above-average but not Great. Probably because they USED to be quite close as kids but then had a falling out. So their relationship is still a bit tense even though they care about each other.

This is clearly expressed in the flavors. Susie and Ralsei aren’t sure if Kris likes Noelle Tea or not (probably because Kris’ feelings about it are conflicted.) Noelle’s Kris Tea has a cinnamon flavor with a strange aftertaste - just like her feelings for them are mostly pleasent but with some lingering sadness\apprehension.

The most intersting thing of all is that although the Player is given many opportunities to make Kris express affection towards Ralsei... Kris only gets 60HP from Ralsei Tea. Just 10HP more then Noelle and Ralsei gets from That Person They Don’t Even Know. Perhaps the implication is that in spite of any choices made by the player, Kris doesn’t like Ralsei all that much. Maybe they feel apprehensive about his overly-friendly attitude. Maybe, like a lot of fans do, they kinda suspect that he’s not on the up-and-up

Notably, Kris does get a 120HP does of FRIENDSHIP from Susie Tea. Many fans have noticed that some of the few things Kris does without the player’s control involve showing a clear affection for Susie. Protecting her from the King, calling her “a friend”, being angry when other people bad-mouth her... they might have even slashed their mom’s tires just as an excuse to have a sleepover!

And when Susie asks Kris who’d they rather take to the Town Festival, “You” (Susie) is the one answer where Susie doesn’t mention them ‘sounding so confused’. (I mean that could also be that she was so flustered by the implication that she didn’t notice the tone, but ‘Kris likes Susie the most and wants to hang out with her’ is probably the most obvious interpretation)

It’s very sweet to think that although Kris met Susie under the Very Unfortunate Circumstance of Being Mind Controlled, they have grown to see her as their closest friend regardless of that fact. But it’s also kinda sad to think that Ralsei’s great affection toward Kris is kinda one-sided.

... But I do actually have an Alternative Theory as to why Ralsei Tea has such a low score for Kris, and that has to do with the Flavor (Text). We can only tell how Kris feels about the Tea from Susie and Ralsei’s comments. And interestingly enough, both Kris Tea and Ralsei Tea give them “No reaction?”

SO, one of the theories about What the Hell Ralsei Even Is, is that rather than being the Dark World Manifestation of an inanimate object - he’s the Dark World Manifestation of an abstract concept. Namely: Kris’ memories of Asriel. So he’s able to manifest in whatever Dark World Kris wonders to because he is literally manifesting from Kris’ brain.

And so, assuming the Teas taste like water when you drink your own flavor is Just How It Works - is it possible that drinking the Tea of someone who is Made of Your might be somewhat diluted???

Eh, it’s just a theory. Honestly I kinda like “Kris just doesn’t like Ralsei as much as Ralsei likes them back” because it’s very tragic and sad.

SPEAKING OF RALSEI AND SADNESS, can we talk about that “I’m happy!” when Kris drinks his Tea? Like is it just another indication of Ralsei’s extremely eager-to-please and desperate for approval personality. He’s happy that Kris even chose to drink his Tea and he’s just trying to ignore the implications of Kris seemingly having no reaction to it?

Is it about his own low\lacking self-image that he showed in the Acid Tunnel of Love. Is it like “Oh wow you had a Neutral Reaction and got healed 60HP? OH YAY! I was so worried that you were gonna spit it out in disgust and lose 20HP! I’m so relieved you can even be Neutral towards my flavor!”

Other things about the tastes: Ralsei’s tastes for Kris and Susie correspond with their Dark World colors. Kris is blue and has a blueberry flavor, Susie is purple and has a grape flavor. Is it just to show how Ralsei has only ever seen them as their Dark World selves (because Kris is very much not Blueberries in the Light World)? Or maybe it’s meant as an indication that maybe Ralsei’s impression of them is still a bit... shallow?

Susie tasting Noelle Tea as Eggnog and Ralsei Tea as Marshmallows both make tons of sense. Eggnog is warm, comforting and Christmasy - marshmallows are soft and very sweet. That’s a pretty good description of Noelle and Ralsei.

I’m just trying to figure out why Susie thinks Kris is apple-flavored? Is it because they’re green in the Light World? Is it a reference to how their the child of a teacher? Kris is... not super-sweet but... crispy?? I’ll have to think about it.

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Katsuki wakes next to you the morning after your heat reaches its peak.

c: katsuki bakugou x reader

wc: 3.7k

cw: smut (18+), morning sex, subtle alpha/beta/omega dynamics (knotting, heat cycles, descriptions of scent & slick), vaginal & oral sex, aftercare if you squint, katsuki is like lovingly disgruntled through most of this but he adores you i promise

notes: Bakugou lovers, what’s up? It’s been a minute... 😅I can’t BELIEVE how long it’s been since I’ve written about Bakugou. But I signed up to write him for a few collabs over the summer, so here’s my warmup. I think I did this trope wrong but he goes down on u so like that’s fun, right? 👀

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Morning comes hot and sticky, drizzling like honey into Katsuki’s slowly waking mind.

For a long time, waking slowly like this seemed little more than a far-off dream, for the man who could never be caught off guard. Most days his eyes still spring open, fully alert to the sound of his six o’clock alarm. But when she needs him, he loses himself easily to her.

To you.

He’s not sure what time it is exactly, only that midmorning sun splashes obscenely across the mussed bedclothes, lighting up the soft green of the worn linen and the buttery eggshell-painted wall beyond. His muscles settle into a dutiful ache. His thighs are still a little stuck together. He kind of needs to piss.

But you, fragile and perfect with the dew of your leftover heat drying on your spine, are worth lingering for.

You’re still fast asleep as he rolls onto one hip, fresh scratches pulling and stinging in the muscles of his back. The sheet’s tucked haphazardly over the curve of your hip, but you’re sprawled on your side with your torso left carelessly bare.

He can’t help himself, leaning forward to bury his nose against your scent glands, pulling the strong reek of you into his head. Your scent is so easy to read- maple-sweet, fragrant like orange blossom and deliciously mingled with his own. Last night, he fucked you both into sheer exhaustion, and the sheets still waft puffs of your mingled scents with every shift of his body.

Still, you’ll be wanting more soon. He gives your petal-soft skin a devilish little nip, rolling away to stretch yesterday’s exertion from his tendons.

Before he can even shift to climb out of bed for the bathroom, you’re squirming beside him.

Too late.

Those long, peaceful breaths of sleepy silence quickly give way to strained little whimpers as your senses come back to you. Last night, your heat cycle had reached its peak. But after a full measure of sleep- and eight hours without the fill of your alpha- he knew this was coming.

“Alpha,” you keen, struggling with even one coherent word. Katsuki’s instincts flare to life while you wake up, fresh waves of your needy scent filling his head and bringing his alpha to the surface. His cock stirs greedily against one thigh, stiffening traitorously in response to your voice.

He sighs harshly, flopping back against the pillows. His jaw ticks, letting firm throbs of desire swell in his gut.

“Couldn’t even wait for me to take a piss, could you?” He growls, no shortage of affection in his rough tone. You’re already rolling over, tangling clumsy, slick thighs in the soiled sheets.

“Please,” you sigh. “One more. I need one more.”

“C’mere,” he grunts, palming your ass to bring you close. “Let me see you.”

Your flesh is hot and sticky beneath his touch, and he knows how badly you need him but he can’t help indulging. Not now, when you’re so pliable and needy for him. It’s cruel to think so, but he loves you most when you’re desperate like this. His mean streak doesn’t come for you very often, but he can’t help it. You’re so easy to tease, and so much cuter when you want something.

He slips between your thighs to quell your squirming, letting you settle onto your back. You spread your legs as far as they’ll go, staring up at him with that wide, vulnerable, irresistible expression you always get at this time in your cycle. It’s how can tell your heat’s coming, far before the changes to your scent. The first time you look up at him like this every season, he knows it’s all over.

Your thighs are still crusted with last night’s slick and dried remnants of cum, but when you spread them, long strings of fresh fluid break and drip onto the mattress. The warm slip of your sex is glistening already.

Katsuki decides in that moment that he’s going to take his time with you, whether you’re ready to wait for it or not.

“You feeling patient?” he chuckles, lip curling as he flicks his eyes back to yours. You’re still staring up at him like that, an extra flash of panic lighting your eyes when the word patient reaches your ears.

“W-what,” you plead. “N-no, please, just- now, just do it now…”

Your voice trails into a strangled little squeak of pleasure when he dips his head between your thighs and seals his mouth to your dripping cunt. The familiar sweet musk of you pours into his mouth, cocktailed with the overwhelmingly heady flavor of your heat slick. The tightness in his balls is getting blurry now, half-full-bladder, half-swelling desire. But he can hold it, if it means he gets to pull more of those little cries from your needy throat.

He glides the flat of his tongue up between your folds, knowing that it makes you squeal without actually pushing you any closer to the edge. As he predicted, your thigh twitches by his left ear and your toes curl, but the whine that leaves you is not a satisfied one.

“K-katsuki,” you beg. The shape of his name on your lips comes as a surprise to him, and he glances up at you with a flinch of his brow. While there’s nothing quite like the way you shout “alpha” in the throes of your heat, when you’re all sleepy and sticky and half-conscious like this, his name feels good, too, hanging in the bleary air between you.

It sounds nice.

He rewards you with a lift of his chin, bringing the fat press of his tongue over your swollen clit just once. The sharp flick of it makes you yelp and flinch, slamming your hips into his face so hard he nearly bites his lip.

“Fuck,” he curses without pulling away, “cut it out.” He flattens one palm over the low plane of your pelvis, pressing weight into his wrist and pinning your wriggling hips to the mattress. The angle’s a little more awkward like this, but your toes are starting to twitch and he can tell you’re losing yourself to the pleasure.

He presses one finger to the weeping silk of your slippery folds, nudging it forward to find your needing hole and pushing smoothly inside.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he croons into your cunt, “y’re fuckin’ grabbing me already.”

Your walls flutter in near-instant reaction to his touch, closing down hard around his middle finger. You squeeze so tightly he can barely draw back out of you again, curling the pad of his finger to find the spongy flesh near your entrance. It’s the tenderest part of you, and when he rubs it just right, you’ll descend into the kind of shivers that’ll make it hard to hold back.

It’s worth it every time, though, to watch you lose your mind under his diligent hands.

Katsuki refreshes the weight in his palm, pinning you freshly down while he re-adjusts to the slick pull of your clutching depths. He cups his tongue against your clit, feeling the heat in its swollen ridge, and dips his ring finger into you, alongside the first. His cock’s fully hard now, drooling wet preek into the sheets and burning with bright, hot tension.

Fuck, it’s going to feel good to get you on his knot again.

He focuses once more on the task at hand, finished revelling in your taste and ready to focus on your pleasure. You like it when he flutters his tongue quick and sharp against your clit, and your cunt’s most sensitive in the shallow parts near your slit. He curls his fingers, rubbing all along the hottest planes. He can practically feel the spots where your nerves sit closest to your skin, making your body spasm when he pins them under his fingers.

“Kah!” The first syllable of his name flies from your lips. He knows you sense his intent now, and your body’s already beginning to stiffen with the promise of climax. He knows you have to tense up a little to make it happen, so when you tense your core beneath the press of his free hand, he knows you’re getting close.

“Close,” you pant anyway, slipping one hand between your thighs and raking your fingers into his hair. When you grab the longest strands at his crown and pull, it sends an unexpected little shock of pleasure to his dick that pulls the air from his chest.

You’re already starting to pitch and shake, but he knows better than to let up now. He keeps the pleasure coming steady and strong, pushing out out a solid rhythm between his tongue and his fingers as he feels you pass the point of no return.

“Right there,” comes your desperate voice, crawling into your upper register. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s it, y-you’re-“

It’s kind of beautiful, how easy to read you’ve become. He’s pretty sure he could satisfy you like this by feel alone at this point, blindfolded with his ears stuffed full of cotton.

A heartbeat and a half later you’re falling, tense muscles suddenly going slack as you dig your heels into the mattress and arch your back off the bed and contract so tight around his fingers he almost busts it right there, trying not to think about how maddening you’re going to feel around his cock in a few seconds. You let out one, long, hushed draw of his name, a “Katsuki,” that wafts by his ears like a fragrant breeze. Then you’re collapsing between his hands, fitful and whimpering and fighting him off.

“Better?” he grunts, sitting back on his heels. He wipes his mouth off with the back of one hand, dipping the pad of his thumb into the corners as he licks your heat-slick from his lips.

The look you give him suggests everything he intended. Better after a peak, perhaps, but there’s only one thing that’s going to satisfy you enough to function today.

Fuck, his knot’s already starting to swell a little when he closes his fingers around himself. He grits his teeth, ignoring the flush of heat that creeps down the back of his neck and willing it to stay small enough to fuck you properly.

He looks up at you again, and your scent crashes into his mind, filling every hollow of his blurry mind. You’re already gushing fresh slick, reaching for him to grab him by the face and pull him back down to your level.

He probably shouldn’t have teased you so long.

He lets you tug him against you, bracing his hands at either side of your head to drop his mouth to yours. He laves his tongue affectionately across your teeth, tasting notes of his scent in the lingering flavour of you. The hint of his own musk serves as a pleasant memory from the night before, when he’d poured his scent into every hollow of your body, claiming you as wholly as you’d given yourself to him.

You’re already humping your hips down against his, with his cock pressing up into the crook of your thigh. Katsuki groans long and low into your mouth, fitting one hand between you to bring his weeping tip to the hot gush of your cunt.

“That’s what you want?” He grunts, dipping his mouth from yours, tucking it against the shell of your ear.

“Katsuki, hmmm,” you whine, dragging your hard nipples against his chest. When he doesn’t move right away you whine again, clutching at his back and trying to rock yourself down onto him.

“Alpha, plea-hah!”

Katsuki delights in the way he can still startle you, after all this time. He cuts off your begging by snapping his hips sharply forward, bottoming out in one clean thrust. He’s never pretended to have the biggest cock in the world. But he’ll be damned if you’re not satisfied by it anyway.

“That’s right,” he pants, closing his eyes against the crook of your neck. “I got what you need.”

He pets a hand down your sternum as he straightens up a little, thumbing the tender swell of one nipple. He slides his fingers into the dip of your waist to brace at the curve of your hip, digging the pads of his fingers into your flesh as he rolls smoothly in and out of your clingy heat.

He closes his eyes again, overcome by the feelings he swallowed to tease you earlier. You are still tender and gooey from last night, molded perfectly to the size of him and sucking him forward every time he tries to pull away. Your slick leaks out around the edges of his cock with every push of his hips, and the quiet, satisfied cries from beneath him send pulses of deep affection into the hollows of his chest.

There’s nothing quite like this, the physical manifestation of the intimacy that lies between you. He is the only one who can do this for you anymore, the only person in the world who can quell the trembling tides of your heat.

He’s not gonna last long at all, getting sweet on you in his head like this.

Determined to make use of the time that he has, he slides his fingers into the back of your knee, pushing your thigh up toward your torso until he can reach up and grab you by the ankle. Slowly, deftly, he straightens your leg, gliding his palm down the length of your shin and guiding the curve of your heel into the crook of his shoulder.

“Pretty like this,” he croons without thinking, turning his head and feathering a quiet little kiss to the inside of your ankle. He spies your reaction out of the corner of his eye, a blissful little sleepy smile that paints your warmed features. Affection clutches low and hot in his belly, a feeling he’s only now grown used to embracing. Tenderly, he wraps his arm around your leg, braces it against his chest, and begins to thrust.

He takes up a slow, heady pace, pulling slowly out of you and then slamming forward with a harsh snap of his hips, revelling in the way your body jerks every time. He can feel the breath rattle against his palate as he sucks it in through his clenched teeth, losing himself in the maddening grip of you. It’s woven into the very fabric of him, loving you. He doesn’t have to say it anymore, not when he can practically read it out of your skin. But he’s promised himself, more fiercely than anything, to take care of you.

He promises you in the way he fucks you through this, muscles stretched thin, balls aching. Worn out on a weeknight’s worth of sleep, calling out of work for the second day in a row, undoubtedly leaving you in bed to put together a decent meal from the fridge he’d stocked this time last week, when you started looking at him Like That and he couldn’t even bring himself to dread it.

You clench, shifting your foot against his shoulder and lifting your hips into his. The tight little ripple around the base of his cock shoots all the way to the base of his spine, and with a sharp little grunt Katsuki slips his free hand down your belly, stretching his thumb over your tender clit. He can already feel his knot beginning to swell again, pleasure spiking hard when he traps your clit under his thumb and starts to stroke, making you cry out and tense into him all over again.

“Kat…suki, I’m.. g-gonna,” you plead, like he can’t already feel it happening again. Even your scent fluctuates when you’re about to cum, rippled with a sharp little spice that peters into sweetness all over again when you bleed down from that high.

“I gotcha,” he promises gently, hooking his arm more firmly around your calf. “Come on, baby. I gotcha. Come on.”

He dips his hips as low as he can, paying extra attention to the beginning and end of every thrust, to overstimulate those tender spots that line your entrance. It works, because before long you’re digging your heel into the meat of his shoulder and convulsing around his pounding length and gushing hot slick that drips down his balls and coats his pelvis and smears across the low end of his stomach.

“Fuck.” The word hisses from his throat, his body taking the green light of your waning climax long before his brain clues in. He digs his fingers into your thigh and leans forward, stretching it up toward your chest and lets himself go, shoving his hips madly against yours and milking every cruel draw of pleasure from his own body until his thighs are shaking with the resistance of it. When the ecstasy finally boils over he slams his hips as far forward as they’ll go, squeezing his eyes shut and shooting long spurts of cum up into your belly. Your walls stretch eagerly around him as his knot expands completely, sealing his pelvis to yours.

Finally, he shrugs your ankle down his arm, gently straightening your leg out over his thigh as you catch your breath. He’s a little winded, too, never quite ready for the overwhelming sensations of taking you.

“That’s never gonna get old,” he mumbles, bowing over your supine form to rest his dewy forehead on yours.

You’re still panting hard, but you laugh airily, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. His eyes are closed again but he can feel you grinning and it’s too contagious not to crack a little smile. He ducks his forehead away from yours to nose against the shell of your ear, mouthing gently at your jaw and sliding both hands up and down either side of your torso.

“Better?” he asks, sincere this time. And, sincerely soothed this time, you nod.

“Much better.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be on you all day. He can’t keep himself off of you when you’re coming down from the worst of it, all sweet and pliable and soft in a way that you most certainly are not for the other days in your cycle. You kick his ass without hesitation, and he loves you for it. But you’re irresistible like this.

“Now,” he grunts, still nosing his way down your neck, tonguing the sweet hollow of your scent glands, “hurry up and calm down. I gotta take a leak.”

That urge hasn’t gone anywhere fast, growing shallow and tight in the pit of his groin. But it’s not urgent. Not when he’s locked so sweetly (and securely) into your relaxing depths.

“You’re the one that needs to calm down,” you retort in good humour, glancing down for a heartbeat.

“Say that again and I might not bother waiting,” he threatens easily. The noise that escapes your throat is enough to make him snort, pillowing his head in the crook of your shoulder as you turn sharply to find his eyes.

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“You gonna stop me?” He regrets challenging you immediately when you flail instinctively beneath him, wrenching on the base of his knot and drawing a strangled, pained little wheeze from his chest.

“Fuck, I was kidding,” he scolds, pinning your shoulders to the mattress. “Jesus. Welcome back.”

You’re getting your fire back early. Maybe he’s kind of missed it, after all.

He keeps himself curled over you like that until his knot’s gone down almost all the way, cock softening out of you and letting fresh drips of slick and cum leak onto his thighs. Finally he pulls himself away from you, padding blindly into the bathroom and flipping on the harsh fluorescent light.

He braces one hand on the wall over the toilet as he relieves himself, still half-hard and wavering on his overworked thighs. After he’s washed his hands he wagers a look in the mirror, turning his back and twisting to look over his shoulder and examine the damage.

He goes back to bed smirking, thinking of the long, angry scratches while the memory of their infliction is still fresh.

You are already half-asleep again when he finds you, so he just pulls the sheets up around your shoulders and drops a kiss to your temple. You’re going to want coffee soon, and you’re going to need breakfast. Neither of you have had a proper meal in longer than he’d care to calculate.

When he steps into some undershorts and eases into the open space that makes up the rest of your apartment, he opens the kitchen windows, since you’ll want fresh air when you come out to join him. He’d stopped by the bagel shop on the corner by the agency the last time he was there, leaving work early to come home to you, because he knew you’d want fried eggs on your favourite sesame bagel when you were finally coherent enough to crave food again.

The routines that make up his devotion to you aren’t the things he learned about in health class. They weren’t written down in the books that were unceremoniously shoved at him after he’d presented, nor did the details of your post-heat care list appear on any neatly packaged powerpoint presentation.

He’s picked them up slowly, the hard way, by messing up over and over and over again. They’re things he never even realized he knew about you, until he looks down at his hands and he’s flipping his own egg every few seconds to keep it from browning but leaving yours in the pan to get crisp around the edges.

It feels good to know you so deeply. Even when, sometimes, the flipside is still a little too vulnerable and scary. Even when he’s still harsh and mean, when he still messes up, when he still catches himself on the edge of fury so often.

You picked him anyway, and he’ll be damned if he’s not going to let that mean something.

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white wolf: “the show must go on”

first part — second part

third part — fourth part (soon)

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Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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