#all those shy smiles have me on the verge of tears

[grumpypixistix]

The lab assistant

Scientist!Miguel O’Hara x Shy!Reader

Warnings- Face sitting, slight corruption kink, slightly perverted!Miguel (if you squint), co-workers being dickheads, semi-public sex (let me know if I missed anything! )

MINORS DNI 18+

You had been working at Alchemax for a few months now. A few of your colleagues were generous enough to introduce you to the workplace and the other workers, but there was one person you couldn’t keep your eyes off of.

Miguel O’Hara.

When you first introduced yourself to him, he had already taken a liking to you. Something about how shy yet sweet you were made his pulse quicken and his cheeks burn. The way you smiled at him as you tried to introduce yourself, nervous about your first day at Alchemax. But you quickly felt at home when Miguel began to bond with you by taking over your “tour” of the place, making great conversation. Soon enough, your shell had cracked and you started talking about your personal interests, how you got hired, etc.

About a week after that day, he went home and couldn’t stop thinking about you for some reason. He didn’t know what to make of it, thinking it wasn’t too serious.

But then you started appearing in his dreams.

Miguel would dream about leaving marks everywhere on your body to claim you as his, fucking every ounce of innocence out of you.

And when he would wake up in a cold sweat, his cock was nearly on the verge of exploding, precum dripping everywhere. He felt guilty about it afterwards, it was just wrong for him to think about his colleague like that.

But you plagued his mind consistently. The dreams slowly turned into daily thoughts that he finally caved into, fisting his cock at least four times a day to the thought of your body. But you had no clue what he was doing after he got off of work. You just assumed that he only saw you as a co-worker and nothing else, maybe even a good friend.

But God, were you so far off from the truth.

As you entered the building for another shift of the week, your boss had approached you with some new information.

“I’m really sorry this is a last minute notice, but I need you to stay a little later. I tried to get some other people to stay instead, but all of them couldn’t do it… but on the bright side, Miguel volunteered to stay, so you won’t be completely alone.”

Great, just what you needed. A longer shift after your horrible week.

Even though some of your colleagues were nice to you, there was a group that wasn’t as generous as them. Some of them claimed that you were too clumsy or stupid to be an assistant, others claimed you were like a lost dog or a prude. Whatever they said, you tried not to pay attention to it too much. But there were days where it would get to you, and this week happened to have a bunch of those days.

You just nodded at your boss and shot him the best smile you could muster up.

“Alright then, that shouldn’t be a problem, sir” You said in a friendly tone.

“At least Miguel will be here with me… maybe I can talk to him, get my stress out” You thought to yourself as you walked off to start your shift.

When you walked into the lab and took your coat off of the hanger, you could hear some voices from the other side of the room.

“Oh great, look who’s here.”

“God, I don’t even know why she’s still here. She should’ve been fired months ago, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing.”

“I’m surprised Miguel even hangs out with her, she’s such a prude.”

“Hell, you should’ve seen the look on her face yesterday. She practically bursted into tears when we called her useless.”

The other comments stung a little, but what got you the most was the part about Miguel. Sure, you had developed a small crush on him, but that had nothing to do with your guy’s friendship. The fact that the other colleagues had judged your bond just to get a laugh hurt you more than you felt it should’ve.

God forbid if they ever found out about your feelings for Miguel… you couldn’t help but become paranoid over the idea.

As you tried to ignore the group across the room and focus on your tasks, it seemed that one of them had read your mind and called you over.

Shit.

“Hey, newbie! Come over here real quick, we gotta ask you somethin“ One of your colleagues called out.

Your heart pounded hard inside your chest, quietly gulping before walking over to the group with a small sigh.

“What do you need?” You asked gently, silently praying it was something work-related and not just making fun of you again.

Some of the others chuckled and chattered a little bit before falling quiet.

“Sooo, you’re friends with Miguel, right?” The female colleague from before asked.

Your palms began to grow sweaty as sirens went off in your mind, biting your cheek before answering.

“Yeah, why?” You raised your brow at your co-worker.

Your co-worker slowly smiled. Oh no.

“Well, we were just thinking… with the way you act around him and all… you definitely have a thing for him, don’t you?”

Your whole chest sunk to your stomach, wishing this was just some horrible dream and that you would wake up soon. Trying to play it off, your eyes widened at the question and you shook your head vigorously.

“What?? No, he’s just my friend-“

“That wasn’t my question. I asked if you have a thing for him” She cuts off coldly.

Some of the others snickered quietly, making your throat close up as you tried to hold your emotions back. Your face contorted into confusion at the strange question, the others taking notice of it.

“Oh my god, she’s clueless” One of the colleagues muttered with a small chuckle.

Your co-worker lets out a small laugh as she noticed your face, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.

“Here, let me dumb it down for you: do you ever fantasize about having sex with Miguel?”

Your whole face flushed bright red as it clicked into your head, slowly shaking your head.

“N- No… that’s… that’s wrong” You stuttered, looking at your co-worker.

She stares at you with a raised brow, not believing you at all.

“Okay, sure… but you still like him, right? Being a prude and all, surely you at least have a crush on him.”

“Please, don’t call me that-“

“Or what? Huh? You gonna run off to your little boyfriend and cry in his arms? I’m sure he’ll baby you, he does every time he sees you” She hisses.

The feeling in your throat grew even stronger, your eyes slowly beginning to water. But you didn’t want to prove her theory, so you just stood there silently, not knowing what else to say. As the silence grew more, some of the colleagues just laughed.

“Wow… you really are stupid, aren’t you?”

“Who’s stupid?” A voice emerges from the entrance of the room, making everyone fall silent.

It was Miguel, standing with his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. The group of colleagues weren’t laughing or smiling anymore- instead, they actually looked nervous. The female coworker looked over at you for a quick moment before flashing a smile at Miguel.

“Oh, nothing! It was just something we were talking about from yesterday. Right, hon?” The co-worker said in an overly sweet tone, forcing herself to smile at you.

You froze, not wanting anymore conflict with the group, so you just went along with it. You quietly nodded your head and looked over at Miguel, giving your best smile.

“Mhm, it was just stuff from yesterday” You mustered up as your voice shook a little.

Miguel didn’t buy it at all, seeing how your eyes glistened, tears threatening to leave them at any second. He shot your co-worker a glare before looking back at you, a sigh leaving his lips.

“Ah, alright then… do you have the paperwork from last week? I just wanna make sure everything is right” Miguel spoke to you, his face softening a little.

You quickly nodded and walked away from the group to your clipboard that was in one of the desk drawers, skimming through the pile of papers to look for the documents. The group just watched as you eventually found the papers Miguel was referring to, handing them to him. He took out his glasses from his coat pocket and put them on, reading the sheet of paper. After a few moments of silence, Miguel took off his glasses and looked over at you, handing the paper back.

“This is perfect. Thank you, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve ever seen paperwork better than this and I’ve worked here longer than anyone else has” Miguel praised, a gentle smile formed on his lips.

“Thank you, Miguel. That means a lot to me” You hummed in appreciation, returning the smile.

The praise alone made you forget about the whole situation from earlier, but the smile comforted you even more. Your cheeks burned up as you felt your whole body tingle, a small smile creeping up your lips. The feeling Miguel made you have was insatiable, you just couldn’t get enough of it. You wanted more of him, to have his lips on yours…

You almost forgot that there were other people in the room. Almost.

The sound of low muttering made your head turn towards the group, the co-worker giving you a dirty look before the group parted separate ways. You set the paper on the table and Miguel leans down to whisper in your ear.

“We’ll talk about this later.”

Your head spun when you felt his warm breath tickle your skin, almost not realizing what he just said. When you finally processed it, you looked at Miguel and nodded a little. For once, you were actually kind of glad your boss made you work later.



After hours of working and following Miguel around for assistance (as he asked for your presence), it was time for the others to go home. Usually, you would be getting off at this time, but since you had to stay later, that meant you would have to pick up dinner on your way back home. You didn’t really mind since it would save you time and energy to make food at home.

Plus you didn’t mind since it meant you could spend more time with Miguel.

Speaking of which, you couldn’t help but notice something was a little off with him. You assumed it was because of what happened earlier, because he seemed a little more tense than normal. But after everyone had left, he looked over at you, glad that the two of you were finally alone. You were finishing out today’s paperwork, slouching over the desk as you tried to fight off your tiredness. Miguel walked over to you and gently took the pen out of your hand, turning your chair around to face him.

“Everyone left, it’s just us. Now… about what happened earlier…” Miguel started, bending down to your height, “Tell me. What exactly did they say to you?”

Your face burned up a little as his face was inches away from yours, struggling to find your words. He just stared at you, waiting for an answer. But after a few moments of silence, his face softened and he let out a small breath, resting his large hand on your thigh.

“I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise. I just want to know what’s wrong… when I got here, you were on the verge of tears” Miguel spoke softly.

The feeling of his hand on your thigh made your chest flutter and your stomach turn, trying to keep your composure as much as you could. He was only just trying to comfort you… right?

“They… they were asking me questions…” You began, still debating whether or not you should leave out a few details.

Miguel hummed a little as he listened to you, his other hand now on your other thigh as he gently caressed your skin. Your stomach felt fuzzy and warm, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Questions about what? C’mon hermosa, you can tell me” He coos, tucking a small strand of hair out of your face.

You swallowed hard and bit your lip hard before answering hesitantly.

“They were… questions a- about you.”

Miguel stopped and looked at you, gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“What did they ask about me?”

You stared up at him for a few moments and finally spoke again.

“They… they were asking if… I liked you” You whispered quietly.

That caught Miguel off-guard.

His eyes widened at you just the slightest, analyzing your face to see if you were messing with him. Once he noticed your flushed cheeks and nervous look, he knew you weren’t joking. After a moment of tense silence, Miguel licked his lips and started talking.

“…Do you?” Miguel asked lowly, looking down at your lips and up at your eyes.

His question had you in a slight panic, weighing out the odds. If you told him how you felt, it would either change your entire friendship or you would be stuck working alone for the rest of your time at Alchemax. Either one of those options sounded horrible, but if you didn’t tell him now, you were certain the group from earlier would do it eventually. Your heart raced so quick, Miguel swore he could hear it clearly. A shaky sigh left your lips and you nodded at him.

“Yeah… I do” You mumbled, scared that he would react negatively.

But instead, Miguel just chuckled softly and smiled at you, his hand cupping your face and his thumb dragging down your bottom lip.

“That’s good to know… because I’ve also liked you for quite some time now” Miguel responded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Your eyes widened at his response, a look of hope on your face as you slowly smiled.

“Really?” You squeaked.

Miguel chuckled again and nodded at you, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Of course I do… how could I not?” He whispered, his face slowly inching closer to yours.

Your face flushed all the way to your ears, finding yourself drifting towards him. Closer, closer and closer until you finally feel his warm lips on yours. It felt like hundreds of fireworks were exploding in your chest, slowly wrapping your arms around him and holding Miguel close. You were almost afraid to let go, and he seemed to notice this. Miguel gently moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you up out of the chair and into his arms. The more you kissed him, the harder it became for Miguel to keep his composure. He wanted to take things slow with you, not wanting to scare you away. But God, was it a challenge for him to just keep his hands on your hips.

After a little bit, Miguel finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, already panting softly. He looked at you and let out a groan that awoken something inside you.

“Shit, do you have any idea what you do to me?” Miguel huffed quietly, his thumbs barely peeking up the hem of your shirt and rubbing the bare skin of your stomach.

You just stared up at him, your mind still foggy from the kiss you two had shared moments ago. You shook your head with a quiet “No…”

Miguel sighed and looked down at your chest, his cock twitching inside his pants. He didn’t even bother hiding his erection anymore, moving your hips against his to show you the effect you had on him. You let out a gasp at the strange feeling, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your whole body felt hot now.

“I can’t help it… you’re just so fucking sweet… you haunt me in my dreams, I swear to god. Every night when I go to bed, all I can dream about is you and that fucking body of yours… all just for me.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to say those kind of things to you. Normally, you’d be freaked out or even scared… but something about the way Miguel looked at you made you feel different. You weren’t sure if it was from the kiss earlier or your feelings for him in general, but you felt… ready in a sense. When Miguel saw your eyes widen at his words, his face dropped as he suddenly became worried.

“…Was that too much?” Miguel whispered gently, his brows furrowed together.

You slowly shook your head and placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“No… I- If anything, I… I sometimes have dreams about you, too…” You admitted with a quiet tone, looking away.

Miguel nearly went off the rails when you told him that, his pants feeling tighter around his dick. He moved you closer to him once more, moving your hair to the side.

“Mierda… Tell me about your dreams…” Miguel mumbled against you, pressing slow kisses to your cheek and down your neck.

Your thighs pressed together as a wet patch formed in your panties, your stomach flipping as you felt his lips against your skin. A shaky breath left your mouth, nearly moaning from how good it felt to have Miguel treat you this way. It was definitely wrong, but it felt so right. If anyone else had stayed with you two during the late shift and caught you like this, you’d be fired on the spot.

But nobody else was here. Just the two of you.

“S- sometimes I dream about you k- kissing me like this… and even…” Your voice faltered as you quickly grew shy again, biting down on your lip.

Miguel kissed and nipped at your neck, leaving little marks on your skin.

“Go on, Cariño…”

You swallowed before speaking again, letting a soft moan slip out.

“Even… touching me…”

Miguel moaned at that, causing your head to spin even more. You felt so hot that you swore you were going to pass out, but luckily you didn’t. He moved up to place a firm kiss on your lips, pulling away to look at you.

“Have I done anything more than just touching you in your dreams?” Miguel muttered lowly, his lips wet and raw.

You thought for a second before slowly shaking your head with a small breath.

“I always woke up before… before I could find out…” You answered Miguel.

Miguel frowned at that, looking at the marks on your neck before making direct eye contact with you. He sighed and shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“Well… do you wanna know what I’d do to you in my dreams?”

You nodded at him, genuinely curious as to what he dreamed about when you weren’t there with him. His forehead pressed against yours as his lips were centimeters away from your lips, his hands trailing from your waist down to your ass.

“In my dreams… I’d have you sit on my face and I’d make you cum over and over again until your legs give out..”

The image Miguel just gave you nearly made you collapse. You felt weak to your knees, a gentle whine escaping your lips. Miguel squeezed your thighs and kissed you once more, his hands moving up to the hem of your shirt. He parted from you to look at your face.

“Can I?” Miguel asked, wanting to make sure you were okay with this before he went any farther.

You looked at him for a few moments before making a decision, whispering out a small “Yes” to him. He took that as his green light and gently took your coat off first before moving to your shirt. He rolled the material up your body and over your head, helping you take your shirt off. Once you were topless in front of him, Miguel’s eyes scanned your chest. He muttered something quietly in Spanish before letting out a breathy sigh.

“Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are?” He coos softly.

Your face burned up as you felt vulnerable in front of him, but when Miguel spoke, you slowly started to become more comfortable. A bashful expression appeared on your face as you just shook your head.

“Not entirely…”

Miguel hummed gently as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, reaching towards your back to unclip your bra.

“Well… I think you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met… every time I see you, it’s always hard for me to look away. Shit, baby, it’s even hard for me to look away in my dreams. I wouldn’t give it up for any other view… you’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart” Miguel spoke in between kisses to your face and lips while gently kneading your exposed breasts.

You couldn’t help but moan at his words mixed with his touch, kissing him back each time he placed a kiss onto your soft lips. Miguel couldn’t get enough of the sweet sounds you made, craving even more from you. His hands moved down to unbutton your pants, taking off every last piece of clothing on your body before leaving you completely naked in front of him. Miguel’s breath hitched as he looked at your body.

It was even better than he imagined in his dreams.

Miguel placed small kisses down your neck and collarbone until he made it to your breasts, gently kissing and sucking one while his hand toyed with the other. The sensation made you moan a little louder, biting down on your lip to contain yourself. Miguel seemed to take notice of this and removed his mouth from your nipple.

“You don’t have to be quiet, muñeca… it’s just us. I wanna hear your pretty moans.. god, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

As soon as he said that, his hands gripped your hips and he stared at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Suddenly, he placed you on top of him as he laid down on the large table in the room. You could feel the tent in his pants right against your wet pussy, a low whine leaving your lips which caused Miguel to groan softly.

“Want you to sit on my face, querida… please…” Miguel begged softly, his hands still on your hips.

You let out a whimper at his request, reluctantly moving so your hips were directly above his face. You were hovering over him, not knowing what else to do. Miguel let out a quiet sigh, not wanting to wait any longer. He wanted to taste you… he had to taste you.

“You’re hovering, sweetheart. Lower your hips for me, ‘kay?” Miguel instructed, looking up at you from between your legs.

You looked down at him, slightly embarrassed from the position you were in. Regardless of how shy you became, you obeyed Miguel anyways, slowly lowering your hips a little.

“Is this g-“ Before you could even get your question out, Miguel’s mouth immediately attached to your clit.

You let out a loud gasp and moaned, Miguel’s tongue exploring your folds and licking up your juices. He let out a low growl that sent vibrations through your body, making you squirm and cry out.

“Joder, nena, sabes tan dulce… todo para mi~” Miguel moaned, his head moving up more to lick and suck on your clit again.

You whimpered as he sucked on your clit again, afraid that you would crush him if you moved your hips any lower. Miguel’s hands moved up to your ass and groped it tightly, his tongue poking your hole and sliding inside of you. The warm and wet feeling made your hands slam down on the table, trying not to drop your hips directly onto his face. Small pants left your mouth as his tongue fucked your hole and his nose brushed up against your sensitive clit, moaning as you kept your eyes shut tightly.

That’s when you felt Miguel’s hands grip your hips and his tongue slips out of your pussy, making you whine in response. You gasp as he pulls your hips down with such force, your eyes widening as you look down at him.

“Ay, Cariño, what did I tell you ‘bout the hovering? Stop hovering and sit on my face” Miguel scolded, spanking your ass as he goes back to licking and sucking your poor abused clit.

You cried out as you felt a new wave of pleasure form inside you, sobbing as he hit all of your spots with his mouth.

“Miguel~! Mig-“ You gasped, pulling his hair with one hand as the other stayed on the table for support.

But Miguel could care less if you suffocated him. Hell, he wanted you to. The sound of his name coming from your lips nearly made him cum in his pants right then and there. Every pretty noise that came out of your mouth was better than his dreams alone, not wanting you to stop. Miguel kissed and teased your clit more, savoring your taste as much as possible. His breath grew heavier and heavier as sweat trickled down his temples, burying his face in your pussy.

Miguel’s mouth left your clit with a small ‘pop’ as he re-entered his tongue inside your soaked hole, making you rut your hips against his face. The way his nose bumped your clit and his warm tongue stuffed inside you made your eyes roll back, your legs twitching already.

“God, don’t stop~ please don’t stop, Miggy~ feels s’good~” You begged pathetically, your shy demeanor now leaving your body.

Miguel moaned against you and spanked your ass hard once more, his fingers digging into your thighs. His own hips twitched against nothing as he listened to your pleads and moans, fucking you with his tongue relentlessly. With the way you begged so nicely for him to keep going, Miguel swore he could feel his precum seeping through his boxers and pants. How could he refuse you?

“Miguel-! I- I think I’m-“ You tried to warn him that you were close, your legs nearly giving out on you.

If it weren’t for Miguel’s large hands holding your hips up, you definitely would’ve collapsed on his face. But you were so desperate to cum, continuing to grind on his face as he licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. He caught his breath and looked up at you for a moment, his eyes dark and full of arousal.

“Go ahead, princesa… cum for me” Miguel moaned, going back to sucking your clit.

With just those words alone, the coil inside your stomach broke. You cried out loudly as you came, chanting his name over and over again. Your legs shook and you nearly collapsed onto him, Miguel catching you just in time. He licked up every drop of your release, making sure to not let it go to waste. You whimpered as he continued to lick your sensitive pussy, becoming overstimulated from his tongue. Your hands pressed down onto the table to hold yourself up, catching your breath as you carefully crawled off of his face.

As you sat down on the table next to Miguel, he sat up straight and faced you, panting heavily. Your eyes widened as you saw his chin was soaked from your juices, a dark blush forming across your cheeks. Miguel noticed your face as he finally caught his breath, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“How do you feel?” Miguel asked, licking his lips and wiping his chin off with his coat sleeve.

A soft breath left your mouth as you looked at him, a sheepish smile forming on your face, “I feel… I feel like that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced..”

Miguel chuckled and leaned over to you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. You melted against him and returned the kiss, slowly pulling away to look at him.

“I’m glad I could make you feel like that… say, uh… our shift actually ended like… 10 minutes ago” Miguel spoke as he checked his watch.

Your eyes widened as you looked around for your discarded clothes, Miguel quickly grabbing them before you could get off of the table.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got it. Just sit for a little bit, catch your breath” He mumbled, putting your clothes back on for you.

Your chest fluttered as he did so, smiling at him in a loving way. Miguel noticed this and chuckled as he helped you put your panties back on.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing… I was just wondering.. do you wanna stay the night at my place?” You offered, moving your hips a little as Miguel clothed you.

Miguel grinned widely at the offer, placing a peck to your forehead and nodding.

“Of course, I’d like that… I’ll buy dinner for us on the way there. My treat for this” Miguel hummed, putting your shirt on and placing soft kisses to your knuckles.

Your smile widened as he said that, pulling him in for a kiss. Miguel wrapped his arms around you as he kissed you back, his forehead pressed against yours as you two pulled away. He helped you off of the table and the both of you made your way out of the building, holding your hand and rubbing his thumb across your skin.

“Oh, by the way… I heard everything that happened with your co-workers. I was listening the whole time” Miguel admitted, looking over at you.

Your head whipped over to him, a surprised expression on your face. “You were-??”

“Yeah, but don’t worry about it. I actually got promoted as a manager a few weeks ago, so…”

Your eyes widened as a small gasp left your lips. “Wait, so that means-“

“That means you won’t be having to deal with them for much longer. I know those assholes have been messing with you since you got here… plus, everything they said about you is wrong. You’re the best worker this place has to offer and those dickheads have been here longer than you have” Miguel responded to you, placing a kiss to your temple.

A grin formed on your lips as joy filled your chest, squeezing Miguel’s hand.

“Thank you, Miguel… that means everything to me.”

“Of course. I gotta make sure my girl is okay.”

You let out a laugh as he said that, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as you walked with him down the street.

“So, is that your way of saying I’m your girlfriend now?” You chuckled.

“Only if you want to be” Miguel answered with a smirk.

You gently smacked his shoulder with your other hand and scoffed playfully, earning a laugh from him.

“Of course I do, Miguel.”

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go.”

#atsv miguel #miguel 2099 #miguel x reader #atsv #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #Miguel O’Hara #miguel x you #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara smut

[coldfanbou]

Body Positivity

Welcome to Kinktober! Today, we begin relatively tame with the worship of our mommy, Jeongyeon.

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Jeongyeon x Mreader

Sitting at a restaurant, you can't help but stare at Jeongyeon. She's looking out the window, watching as people pass you by. Her eyes follow a thin woman as she walks behind you. Jeongyeon sighs before looking down at herself. The medicine she's been taking has made her a bit bigger. There's a sad expression on her face until she looks up and sees you staring.

"Why the long face, honey?" You ask, putting your hand on hers. "I don't like to see you so sad."

"It’s nothing, really." She says. You want to say more, but the food arrives. While you settle in for a heavy meal, you notice Jeongyeon has chosen a simple salad. Even though she's chosen the salad, as you eat, you see her pushing her food around the plate rather than eating any of it. 

"Jeongyeon, what's wrong? You're pushing your food around; I haven't seen you take one bite."

"It’s nothing. I'm just not hungry." Jeongyeon's stomach betrays her, growling not a moment sooner. Jeongyeon pouts and looks like she's on the verge of tears. 

You leave your side of the booth and sit beside her. "No, no, no. No crying. Jeongyeon, please. Tell me the truth." 

She stares at the table, sniffling as mucus fills her nose. "I just…I just don't want to gain any more weight. I've gotten so big since I started taking that medicine, and I'm afraid you won't like me anymore." 

You put your arm around Jeongyeon and lean down so she can see your face. "Jeongyeon, that doesn't matter to me. I love you for who you are. For your little pranks and all those times, you act silly. So what if you gain a little weight? That's not going to change how I feel about you." You pinch her cheeks before using your fingers to put a smile on her face. Jeongyeon gazes into your eyes and looks at your goofy smile. The smile you forced on her becomes real as she wipes away her tears.

"Really?"

"Really." You rub your nose against hers, making Jeongyeon laugh. You drag your plate across the table. You pick up a piece of meat and hold it to Jeongyeon's mouth. "Say ah." Jeongyeon hesitates at first but flatters you by opening her mouth. You watch her chew her food before wiping her mouth. "We'll share this, okay?" Jeongyeon nods, placing her head on your shoulder before looking up at you. You smile at her and feed her another piece of your meal. You make sure Jeongyeon eats a healthy portion, and when you're finished, you pay for your meal and leave.

As you step outside the restaurant, you hold Jeongyeon's hand. "I don't want to see you worrying so much about your body, okay? You're perfect the way you are." Jeongyeon's grip on your hand tightens as she turns away from you. You just smile; seeing her get so shy was a rare sight. You head home with Jeongyeon, cuddling as you fall asleep. She's already gone to dance practice when you wake up the next morning. Out in the living room, you notice Jeongyeon forgot her lunch. You have nothing planned for the day, so you decide to take it to her. It doesn't take too long, and soon enough, you're in front of the practice room. You watch her dance, smiling as you see her try her hardest. You can't hear their conversation, but it seems like the practice is over for now. After speaking for a moment, the other members head toward the door. You wave at them, and they return it. Noticing Jeongyeon still standing in the same spot, you see her looking into the room's mirror. She pokes her belly, her shoulders falling. You see the same sad look in her eyes. She walks away from you and crouches down as she looks for something in her bag.

Once the members leave, you step inside the room, locking the door and shutting the small curtain for the door's window. You wanted to have a private moment with Jeongyeon. In the quietest manner possible, you sneak up behind her as she looks through her bag. Once she stands up, you hug her, scaring her a little. "Jeongyeon, what did I say about you worrying about your body?"

She jumps in your arms, “What are you doing here?” 

“You forgot your lunch,” You respond while holding it in front of her.

“Oh…. I’m not hungry.” Jeongyeon says. 

You hold her a little bit tighter. “Jeongyeon, I saw what you did before I came in here. You can’t starve yourself. You turn to the mirror and hold Jeongyeon’s head up. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful, and you have a great body, Jeongyeon.”

“I don’t think so…” 

You rub your head against Jeongyeon’s. “Really? Because I love it.” One of your hands snakes up to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it gently. The other hand goes to Jeongyeon’s thigh, caressing as much of it as possible.  “You have these nice tits and these nice thick thighs. I love every bit of you.” Jeongyeon tries to hold her moans in. “In fact, having your ass rubbing against me is turning me on. I don’t think I’ll be able to resist taking you right here,” You whisper into her ear. You sneak your hand under her shirt and find her nipple, pinching it between your thumb and finger. Jeongyeon stifles a moan. 

“W-we can’t; someone will find us.” 

“I locked the door and closed the blinds. No one is going to interrupt us, Jeongyeon.” You sneak your other hand down Jeongyeons pants, tracing your fingers along her slit. She’s already wet as you push your middle finger inside her. Jeongyeon leans against you, “I love you, Jeongyeon. Every little bit of you.” 

“I love you too.” Jeongyeon turns her head to the side, allowing you to kiss her. She tries to turn around, but you keep her facing the mirror. 

“No, Jeongyeon. I want you to look at yourself.” You pull Jeongyeon’s shirt off of her, leaving her topless. Your hands reach her tits, covering them up as you knead them. Jeongyeon squirms as you start flicking her nipples. “Let me hear your beautiful moans, Jeongyeon.” You squeeze her breasts together before letting them fall. Their slight bounce amuses you. You repeat that process a few more times; you can hear Jeongyeon’s whimpers as she tries to contain her moans. “You’re beautiful, Jeongyeon,” You whisper into her ear. Your right hand slithers down her stomach and sneaks into her pants and under her panties. She finally lets her voice go free and moans as you continue to tease her. Jeongyeon occasionally glances at the mirror, watching as you play with her body. You repeat yourself.  “I love every part of you. Your cute face, your nice full tits.” You pause momentarily, the situation playing with your mind a little. “Your belly that I’m going to fill with cum. Your nice thick thighs and ass.” You stop playing with her breasts and pull down her pants, struggling until she helps you remove them. Kissing the back of her head, you watch as Jeongyeon stares at her body. 

Making yourself known, you press your bulge against her. Quickly getting your pants off, you press the hot appendage against her again. You lift her right thigh and slide your cock against her cunt. Rubbing against her lips, coats your cock in her nectar. As you align yourself with her, you stare at Jeongyeon through the mirror. She nods her head slightly, and you drive your cock deep into her. Her walls squeeze on every side of your cock as you knock against her womb. “Ah, fuck,” She moans quietly. Jeongyeon puts her hands over her head and behind her as she clings to you for balance. Deep inside of her, Jeongyeon feels every slight movement, every twitch. You stay inside her for a few seconds before moving, pulling out until just the head is in before ramming yourself back inside her warm cunt. You both moan. As you start moving in a steady rhythm, you whisper praise to Jeongyeon while your free hand moves across her body, caressing every part of her. You focus on her breasts more often than not. 

“You would look beautiful even after we have a baby. What if I put a baby into you right now?” Jeongyeon shakes her head weakly, your thrusts driving her closer to her orgasm. You squeeze her breasts again, harder this time. “Just imagine these full of milk, Jeongyeon.” You kiss her neck, move your hand down, and grab her other thigh. Lifting her with her legs spread, you continue thrusting. The exposed position makes Jeongyeon’s face turn red, but she can’t look away. You look at her through the mirror, too, watching as your cock slides in and out of her. Watching as Jeongyeon’s cunt refuses to let you go. Her body is leaning against you as her moans ring out in the room. You feel her cunt tighten around you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pump you full of cum?” You moan and grip her thighs tighter than before, digging your fingers into her soft flesh.

“I-I want you cum inside!” Jeongyeon cries as she gives into the pleasure. Jeongyeon moves one hand down to her breasts, keeping the other around you. She kneads her breasts, catching her nipple between her fingers and pinching it. Jeongyeon bites down on her lip. She’s pushing herself, trying not to cum so early. 

You blow air into her ear and give her a command, “Cum for me, Jeongyeon.” As you thrust back into her cunt, you feel her walls clamp down on your cock, squeezing you as she cums. The feeling brings you closer to your orgasm. Wanting to look at her face when you came, you quickly switched positions, turning her body around and ramming yourself back inside. 

“Ah! Cum inside me, please!” Jeongyeon moans loudly. You capture her lips as you step forward and press her back against the cold mirror. Her tiny shivers make you smile while you continue the kiss. Your thrusts grow wild as you pound her cunt at a relentless pace.

“I’m cumming, Jeongyeon. I’m going to pump a baby into you.”

“Give me a baby. Get me pregnant, breed me!” Jeongyeon screams, her arms tightly wrapped around your neck as she pulls you into another kiss. As your lips meet, your cock throbs inside her, and you bury your cock inside Jeongyeon. Your cum shoots into her womb, quickly flooding it as her legs squeeze your sides. Jeongyeon’s moans are muffled as she cums with you. She grinds her hips against you, trying to milk you of everything you have. You squeeze Jeongyeon’s body between you and the mirror, feeling her legs grow weak after a moment. “I feel so warm,” she says weakly. You give Jeongyeon another kiss, her lips opening for you. Allowing you to explore your mouth as you pump your cock a few times. She bounces a little because of your thrusts; her nipples rub against your chest.

“I’m not sure I bred you with just one creampie. We’ll have to do it a few more times at home.” Jeongyeon gives you a tired smile and places her head on your shoulder before shutting her eyes. “Aw, our future mommy is already tired.” You tease. You slowly pull out of Jeongyeon, cum starts to flow out of her onto the wood floors. “Psst, Jeongie. You have to put on your panties to keep my cum inside.”

“It’s okay. You'll just need to fill my pussy up again, Daddy.” Jeongyeon says, though you can’t see her face, you know she has a smirk on. 

“Alright, just make sure you eat your lunch, okay? You’ll need to keep up your strength for the baby.” 

Jeongyeon nods her head, basically rubbing it against yours. You place Jeongyeon on the floor and put her clothes back on. You place her in the corner, and after cleaning the mess,  you sit beside her. You feed Jeongyeon her lunch once she wakes up after her short nap. It makes you smile that she doesn’t struggle and eats every piece as you give it to her. Jeongyeon catches you staring with your big grin, and as much as she wants to ask why you’re looking at her like that, she already knows why. She smiles back at you, going as far as to giggle. It will be a long road for Jeongyeon to get comfortable with food again, but you’re determined to be there for her and your future child.

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idk if this had been requested before but can u do an imagine where bp gets jealous of someone who is hitting on their s/o and becomes very possessive towards them. thanks 🥰

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Someone hitting on their s/o

Jisoo

You smiled at the girl complimenting you, she came up to you all shy and nervous telling you she finds you really attractive. You thought it was cute. However Jisoo didn't see it that way, she gripped a possessive hand around your waist, pretending to just pass behind you but you knew it was more than that.

"Could I have your number ?"

The girl continued, obvious to the possessive stare digging in the back of your head.

"I'm sorry I have a girlfriend."

The girl left and immediately your girlfriend got by your side, kissed your cheek before whispering.

"I don't like her."

Jennie

As sweet as Jennie is there are things she can't stand and this girl brushing her hand along your arm is one of those things. She knows she shouldn't be jealous of a friend but come on that one was overboard and very distinctively attracted by you.

She was about to crush her, stomping her feet while walking to you.

Luckily you turned around before she could tear your friend's head apart, catching your girlfriend in a hug that instantly calmed her down.

"Excuse me lady, there is no escaping this hug now, I'm bringing you home."

And you just wave goodbye to your friend and carried Jennie in your arm.

Rosé

Rosé didn't like that first pick up line coming from your co-worker, she didn't like the second either. But it's up to the third she snapped.

"Could you maybe stop flirting with my girlfriend before we have to bring this outside ?"

Her tone was stern, annoyance clearly audible.

You didn't know if she was actually on the verge of bringing this outside but you took her hand in yours just in case while your co-worker was babbling apologies.

You could tell she was still throwing him death stares because he literally disappeared after that pretending to go to the bathroom.

Lisa

Lisa had been mocking this girl that you both saw trying to flirt with literally everyone in this bar. She just couldn't understand why she had to be so persistent and obvious to the clearly coupled up duos.

However when she came back from the toilet and saw the very same girl at her stool flirting with you, she wasn't laughing anymore.

She saw how the girl wasn't bothered at all to see her come back.

She just kept on chatting you up, while you looked at Lisa amused.

Your girlfriend lowered her head and whispered something in the girl's ear, that somehow made her bid goodbye pretty fast.

To this day you still don't know what she said.

Hey here is your request, hope you like it -Ael

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Disturbing Feelings 2

Summary: The Creator is jealous. Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: childe x reader. Warnings: fluff. Type: HCs Note:English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

This is a sequel to a previous part. Read the first part and then come back here( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) part One☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

Scaramouch sneered:" You should fix the wall too"

You looked at him annoyed and said:" It's not my job"

Tsaritsa has returned to the palace, and no one will dare tell her what happened, and you are still on strike not to eat with them.

Childe and Scaramouche happened to pass each other in the icy cold corridors of the palace.

Balladeer angrily:" Are you feigning stupidity?"

Childe coldly: "What do you mean?"

They were both facing each other with their backs.

Balladeer:" Her grace is with you, it's obvious…"

Childe: Grace is kind and shy with everyone."

The Balladeer turned and grabbed Childe's collar and growled: "You know well she's jealous of the Queen, you're ripping her soul out…"

Childe slapped the Balladeer's hand:" Her status is higher than that of the Queen, how could she be jealous? She is the creator of Teyvat, who gave us life and strength, it is unbelievable for her to be jealous of her doll."

Balladeer: "Just a lump of stupidity…"

As a precaution, Tartaglia left Scaramouche's words in his mind, and took more notice of your actions, as he does with everyone else.

Indeed, at the Queen's birthday party, when he kissed her hand, everyone heard the mighty storm that suddenly descended on Snezhnaya.

You smiled nervously and turned your eyes away from everyone, thus proving to everyone that you were the cause of the storm.

Tartaglia approached you and smiled:" have you ever heard of a master being jealous of his vassal?"

You hit the man on his stomach, which made him fall to the ground, and said gently:" No, I did not hear."

Scaramouche and Pantalone laughed at your behavior, and you continued your conversation with La Signora as if nothing had happened.

Your situation became clear to everyone even the Ice Queen, so she approached you.

"Grace, if there is something you want to say, I will listen"

You laughed nervously: "There is no, why?"

Tsaritsa lowered her head:" are you really jealous of me?"

You smiled sadly: "Is this wrong? You are beautiful, calm, strong, classy, rich and perfect"

Tsaritsa nervously:" Don't, your grace, please don't compare yourself to me."

You growled: "why? Is this insulting to you?"

Tsaritsa: "Your grace-"

You were on the verge of tears and kept sneering: "I'm sorry your birthday party has turned into this situation, and I'm sorry I polluted your palace with my scent, Majesty."

A storm arose outside, until some Fatui doubted the durability of the palace.

Childe quickly enters:" Your grace, you know that you made us what we are now, even if you don't remember your past making us, we do…"

Pulcinella:" It is true, your grace, that something may have happened to you in your past that made you live again in a weak body, because now you have become strong and capable of doing the impossible.

You address Pulcinella:" Don't try to defend Childe all at once."

Pulcinella:" Grace, I am-"

you interrupted him angrily: "Shut up, everyone"

A powerful energy exploded from you, causing the destruction of the palace and the eruption of the storm even more. You collapsed to the ground and hugged your feet in resentment.

You kept crying: "I want to go home"

Those around you tried to approach you and calm you down, but the whirlwind with which you protected yourself prevented them, as it tore everyone who touched it.

Tsaritsa tried to approach, since she was the strongest of them, but it was no use.

Everyone shouted your name and your best wishes, hoping to end this nightmare, not expecting that sheltering their Creator would cause such problems.

Tsaritsa:" Grace, please listen to me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Scaramouche: "You are the kindest and loyal person. You have not betrayed me since I met you."

La Signora: "You are the first person I trust in my life."

Childe:" I love your grace more than the Tsaritsa herself, and behold, I say it before her to prove my feelings to you."

All the snow suddenly fell to the ground, and the storm was gone, as it had never been.

You raised your head and looked at him with wide eyes:" Really?"

He nodded his head and approached you, embracing you: "Yes, your grace..."

open end(¬‿¬)

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ yanna’s jealousy (on cam/stories) ˚◦○˚ ୧.˚ₓ

a/n: sorry i’ve been out, i got sick three days ago and all.

yanna rarely gets jealous. that’s why in the few moments that she shows jealousy, her members enjoy every bit of it.

markren

it’s no secret that mark adores renjun, with him always hugging and sniffing the boy in different contents and lives. this was fine with yanna, since she knew he meant well and her boyfriend was obviously adorable.

which was why, jisung couldn’t help himself from laughing when he saw through his screen how yanna glared at the two during their ongoing live. he was simply monitoring the comments when he noticed the girl staring way too long at mark who was hugging and smelling renjun. his snort made yanna tear her gaze away, hearing the youngest laughing while saying her name. the members were confused, except chenle who also saw what happened and ended up laughing too as the girl hid on jaemin’s shoulder(who was on her left).

“a-i-goo, were you jealous?” chenle teased her, earning laughter from the other members as both mark and haechan bugged renjun because of it.

“let’s switch seats?” haechan asked her, still teasing as she ignored them and smiled tightly at the camera instead. her cheeks reddened as they asked renjun what he thought about the girl being jealous, him answering “cute” while they all cheered.

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she doesn’t really know why she started sulking, but it was fun to hear renjun try to cheer her up and make it up to her.

“why do you keep complimenting their covers? is mine ugly?” was the first thing she said for the video, making mark smile widely at the scenario while haechan faced the two who were on his left. renjun was surprised, laughing sheepishly before shaking his head at yanna who was on the verge of pouting.

“no, it’s pretty.” he immediately said, reaching for her beatbox version that she jokingly threw on the table.

“what’s pretty about it? what’s your favorite detail? are you sure i drew all that?” she asked continuously, leaving the two laughing as renjun scratched his head in confusion.

“everyone, this is real. this is how they actually are.” mark said towards the camera, enjoying how the two were actually acting like a couple and fans would have the chance to see it.

and even when it was released, he said on bubble that there were more of those but it was probably cut because yanna was just about questioning every compliment renjun gave the two. to them it was cute, but the editors probably thought it would only take up the video.

renhyuck

in one shoot wherein haechan couldn’t leave renjun alone, he decided to bug yanna as well. the two were asked to pose for some pictures together, but hyuck would interfere and pull renjun away multiple times to annoy the girl.

first few times, she could only push him away. the members laughed at the scene but immediately started hollering and teasing when yanna yelled out “he’s mine!” in a whiny annoyed voice that they’ve probably never heard before from her.

even the staff laughed, making her a bit shy yet asking to continue the shoot since haechan was dying of laughter and no longer wanted to interrupt.

trio

next to renjun, she’s also often sulking at jeno and jaemin. why? because they’re a trio, and she stands by that. that’s why whenever jeno talks about somewhere he went to with jaemin, expect yanna to turn towards them glaring.

“why didn’t you invite me?” she would ask, ready to sulk. but the two? unphased. they’re the best at handling her, by simply swallowing her into a hug until she can no longer say anything audible. everytime. and it works too!

chenjiyan

yanna already finds it unfair how chenle and jisung have their own content without her, so it isn’t that hard for her to get jealous when the two wander off on their own everytime they go overseas. and what’s funny is yanna sulks the same way chenle does when it comes to jisung. so when yanna asked him if he likes chenle or her best, he was already convinced he was never gonna answer the question.

and because he didn’t, he got two 01-liners turning their backs on him as he could only stare at the camera in defeat. wondering if he was really the youngest member.

noran

this one goes both ways. yanna loves noran, and sometimes the pup loves jisung more than her. it’s not surprising, but it gets her jealous since she basically raised her. so after a while of playing with jisung and she walks over to yanna, the raven hair refuses to acknowledge her. “no, just stay with jisung. go”, she would tell the pup who could only tilt her head in confusion. jisung enjoys telling czennies about how much noran likes him and never forgets to add how jealous yanna gets.

on the other hand, it’s different with renjun. times like these, she’s jealous of her own dog. “no, it’s ‘cause i barely see her” renjun explained in an interview once when the dreamies were asked if they liked daegal or noran more. yanna answered “renjun even likes noran more than me”, which led to him explaining his side. the girl went on a rant about how sometimes renjun would only come and play with the pup, barely even talking to her. but that’s an exaggeration and they all know it.

renyang

yangyang loves telling stories about how jealous yanna gets, and it’s mostly unprovoked. on the early days of yanren/renyan, they were hotpot buddies. but recently, her taste in food’s been different and she’d look for various restaurants with jungwoo. which then turned renjun and yangyang into the new hotpot buddies. did that annoy yanna? not exactly. but in the long run, she would ask him how it feels to share a boyfriend with him.

yangyang laughs everytime he shares a new episode of the girl being possessive with renjun. like that time the boy informed her that they were going out to eat and she just went “just leave”.

he shared, “we laughed and she did too so it wasn’t anything serious. renjun just ki-“ but then stopped as to not share too much about the two.

i’ll try to add more to this in the future. :)

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[randoauthor]

Travelin' Soldier (P.M)

Pairings: Pete Mitchelle x Reader, Platonic!Carole x Reader, Platonic!Iceman x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, a bunch of fluff!

Word Count: 1.4K

Author's Note: This one was a of fun to write, I hope y'all enjoy!

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You sat with Carole, Pete, and Iceman around a small fire in the backyard of Carole's home, Bradley fast asleep in the bedroom upstairs. You were all discussing stories of Goose, it having been almost a year since his death.

You had gone inside to grab a drink a little while ago and caught a glimpse of Goose's old guitar, carefully grabbing it off its place on the wall you bring it outside, totally forgetting about your drink.

You strum it softly, tuning it as you go, the other three had quieted down once they heard you actually play chords.

"I didn't know you could actually play the guitar," Pete said astonished, Ice nodded his head in agreement.

All you gave in return was a soft smile, playing this guitar made you feel closer to your brother.

You began softly,

Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army green Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she give him a smile So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

Pete listened to you, and it must have been a mixed between the way you looked in the light of the fire and the way your voice sounded so sincere, like your goal was to tell this story.

Carole caught that longing look from Pete, one eerily similar to the one Nick shot her all those years ago, when he thought she wasn't looking.

You continue completely oblivious to what was going on around you.

So they went down and they sat on the pier He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care I got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Pete felt a twinge of guilt when he heard those lines, he knew Goose had written to you just about every week through the academy, training, every single mission, and even top gun. He wrote to you more than he wrote to his own wife. You were his little sister, his best friend. You were the only thing besides Bradley that he had left of Goose.

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of He said when it's getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

You were blissfully unaware of the fact that everyone was either on the verge of tears or had tears streaming down their face. The fire was warm enough on you that the tears didn't even threaten to spill, You had gotten that faithful letter from Mav about the death of Nick, and while you have told him multiple times that Nick's wasn't at all his fault, he just wasn't hearing it.

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home

Carole let out a soft sob, she has missed her husband dearly since his passing, wondering what Bradley is gonna do later in life without his father. While she will never understand your pain of receiving a letter from all the way across the country, she did have a pain of her own, she never expected to open the door to Mav and an Admiral both with seldom expressions on their faces.

And when she picked you up from the airport a few days later it was nothing short of a tearful reunion.

One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your head For the list of local Vietnam dead Crying all alone under the stands Was the piccolo player in the marching band And one name read and nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

For the majority of this evening Iceman had remained quiet, though he was the first one to let a tear fall during the song, he still remained quiet, softly sipping on his beer every now and then. It was hard watching Goose's wife and child go on without him, with was even harder seeing his best friend and sister try to hide it and be strong for young Bradley.

Pete caught you sniffle a little during the interlude before going onto to finish the song.

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home

You finished it softly, not really paying attention to those around you, not even realizing that young Bradley had woken up and come out of his room, following the noise of his aunt's voice.

You look up in enough time to meet the big green eyes of your four year old nephew. You smile before standing up and scooping him up in your arms, preparing to take him and your older brother's guitar into the house. Bidding everyone a goodnight you take the boy into his room and tuck him back into bed, you begin packing up Nick's suitcase before climbing into bed yourself.

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"You know Pete," Carole said as the two sat at the kitchen island, "She could really use you right now."

Pete nodded, before taking another swig of his beer.

"She's hurting right now," Pete warned, wanting to open his mouth but being cut off by the creak of the stairs, not wanting Bradley to hear them but surprised to see you standing there, in one of Goose's old tee's.

"Pete," you say softly, your eyes only half open, "Will you come lay with me?" And Pete be damed if he said no to you, right now, looking like that.

"Of course, is everything okay?" He asked eyeing you questionably, but also noticing Carole, who looked like he was gonna smack him if he didn't go with you right now.

"Yeah," you say softly not meeting either of their eyes. "I had a bad a dream."

Pete's expression immediately softened, rising from his stool be walked over to you, placing one of his hands on the small of your back, and with a quick goodnight to Carole he lead you back upstairs. In the guest room he can see the remanence of both you and Goose, taking you to your side of the bed and half tucking you in Pete the crawls into bed next to you pulling you close.

"Thank you Pete," you say, exhaustedly, he stopped you before you could continue, singing that little chorus that had rung through you earlier.

I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home

You finally after holding back all night, let a tear fall, and he wiped it away with his thumb. "Go to sleep, you need it." You gave a soft nod before allowing yourself to finally drift off into a rather peaceful sleep, listening to the soft humming of none other the Pete Mitchell.

Here is the song if you wanna listen to it!

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Congratulations on the 1k love! 🎉🎂☀️💐

i found you through the Nero tag and I'm glad i did 😍

the way you write Nero is so soft and your approach to the relationship with his lover in your other Nero work is so refreshing!

i'm weak for mutual pining and the friends with benefits trope 🤤

If I may request a no pressure fic for Nero (dmc5) to celebrate ❤:

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

I just wanna be yours.

- I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys

Suprise, surprise its a pining song 😈😂💜

No pressure request 🥰 xx

1k event ☽ event request are closed

Word Count: 740

Warnings: None

He melts every time you smile at him. Nico teases him because he can’t help making silly jokes just to hear you laugh. Even more than that she teases him for being “such a damn softie” whenever you’re around, and sometimes even when you’re not around. Every time they take a job outside of Fortuna, he buys you a souvenir and delivers it to you messily gift-wrapped. 

He wants you so badly.

He finds himself lost in staring at your lips, imagining how good it would feel to kiss them. You always laugh shyly when you notice, but you never point it out. When he finds an excuse to touch you in any innocent way, you never shrug him off. You make a big fuss when he comes back from a job covered with blood even though you know he can’t really get hurt. 

It’s all these little things that make Nero think maybe you want him too. It’s a subject he tries to dance around in his own mind. He doesn’t want to assume things, especially about your feelings. He wants to be patient and wait for you to come to him with your feelings. Sometimes you look at him with this thoughtful faze and he thinks you might be on the verge of confessing, but something always seems to stop you. 

Then, one day his fantasies shatter. You come into the garage with blushing cheeks and a shy smile. Nico tries to ask you what’s up, but you keep avoiding the question. Finally, you can’t hold back anymore. 

“I have a date,” you confess shyly. 

Nero’s heart sinks into his stomach. He busies himself working on the van and tries so hard not to listen as Nico squeezes out the details. He can’t help overhear that you’re going out with a guy from work that you’ve liked for a while. He feels so stupid. All this time he thought you liked him. He makes an excuse to go up to the apartment. You feel a little sad when you notice he’s gone. 

He’s half drunk when he walks to your house. He doesn’t know what he expects to do when he gets there. His heart is racing as he stands in front of your door. He’s been thinking about this all night. The plan being of course to bust the door down and confess his love for you right then and there. As he stares the a paint chip in the front door, all those plans slip from his mind. He feels like an idiot for walking all the way here then losing his nerve. He’s about to turn away, but he can’t bring himself to do it after coming this far. He knocks on the door and waits for what feels like an eternity. He’s scare of what he’ll see when you open it. You’ll probably be high on the first date rush, maybe even reeling over a kiss. 

You’re sniffling and trying not look like you’ve been crying for hours when you open the door. Nero gasps when he sees you and before he knows it he’s gathering you up in his arms and taking you to the living room. 

“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you-” 

“He never even showed up,” you sob softly. “He stood me up.” 

He knows he should feel guilty for the leap of victory his heart does. You lean in close as he guides you to sit on the couch. Your face burrows against his chest as you cry. 

“Why do I fucking do this? I just put myself out there and I get hurt-” 

“I wouldn’t hurt you,” he blurts out. 

The way look up him with your tear filled eyes makes his chest ache, and he can’t help holding on tighter to you. 

“I’d never hurt you,” he whispers. 

“Nero you’re my best friend,” you sniffle. “You don’t mean that-” 

Your words are cut off by the warmest kiss you’ve ever felt. You sink into it, your fingers curling around the worn-out fabric of his shirt. You gasp when you pull away. Your fingers go to your lips where your lips still tingle from his kiss. 

“Nero…” 

“I love you,” the words fall from his lips with ease. 

You sink into his arms again, “I love you too. I never thought you felt this way about me.” 

This time you’re the one who leans in to steal a kiss.

#nero dmc x reader #nero x reader #nero devil may cry x reader #nero #nero devil may cry #devil may cry #1k event

[sinisterexaggerator]

Ohnaka, Shriv, and Bane have find out their S/O was (until recently) a full time chiropractor/massage therapist, how do they find this out? Well she helps to massage all that tension out and probably help with a bad back in some cases (probably both) a lil something on this please? .3.

Ooh, the boys are gonna get spoiled! We all know Shriv deserves it most of all!

Warnings: None. Just a couple of Duros and one Weequay getting a nice massage from their S/O.

“Dis effort … es no longer … profitable!”  had been Hondo Ohnaka’s words. He had failed at his endeavor, but not before nearly dying at the hands of a clever Jedi Knight.

Oooh, but Hondo was more so. He had escaped death, lived to tell his tale, and tell he did. You had heard all about it, though he was loath to admit his neck, his back, and his arms were sore.

He had battled one named Skywalker, hand-to-hand with a melee weapon; an electrostaff against a lightsaber. It had seemed like a good idea, the pirate had tanks to back him up, yet all had proven futile in the end. The only thing that was left to him were his complaints and body aches.

He tutted around his Corona-class armed frigate, mumbling obscenities. You were perhaps his flavor of the week; the month; the year if you could keep up with him. Though, you had a few tricks of your own up your fancy sleeves, a way to please the Weequay. You beckoned Hondo to his stately bedchamber.

“Have a seat. Let me pamper you, my liege.”

You bowed in a show of theatrical humility. Hondo loved this game – for you to praise him and act as an abiding slave.

“Permission granted,” Ohnaka announced, stretching himself out leisurely. You took this opportunity to woo him with your valuable expertise.

Besides, in a way, he would profit from it…

“One thing you might not know about me: I was a massage therapist before you whisked me away on this grand adventure.” You rounded him, trailing your fingers along his coat; his shoulders. You began to help him take it off.

“Really? How fortunate for me.”  Hondo was not shy when it came to stating the obvious, or those things that were in his favor; to be humble was a thing reserved.

You had to work harder on him unlike other clients; his skin was tough, leathery, though still somewhat pliant. He moaned out a sound denoting he was happy, making this laborious undertaking all worthwhile.

“You are good at dis, my dear. Remind me tu... repay you.” He struck a wicked smile.

Shriv Suurgav had been nearly killed piloting a ship he wasn’t too familiar with – a TIE Fighter of all things. He had boarded a Star Destroyer with Iden and his niece - she was self-proclaimed. He had left for weeks afterward, on a mission from the general. Shriv somehow found the time to visit you on one of his recent meetups with the fleet.

Initially, they hadn’t let him land. He was turned away from you, your frigate and its team of medics. He had comm-called you once it was safe to do so, reassured you, letting you know he was still alive.

You could tell something was wrong - he was tired - beside himself in sorrow, yet he tried to play it off. Iden had been close to him, and now he was burdened with her loss.

You wanted to coddle him; show him affection; give the depressed Duros a reason to laugh again. He was overworked by Leia, and while you respected her, Shriv rarely received any commendations for a job well done.

He arrived to you a mess, yet he tried to muster a smile of sorts. You reached your hand out for him. He took it up and rubbed his cheek into the center of your palm.

Shriv looked on the verge of tears, his expression pained. He only managed to say three words, though they nearly caused your heart to burst.

“I missed you.”

He made the motions to engage you in a hug; that sort of thing was always awkward for him, yet he seemed to want one. His body would deny him, forcing him to scrunch an eye. He rasped out a haggard breath.

“S-sorry… I-I’m just a little sore…”

His shoulders were stiff; his arms, his neck; his muscles ached. The crash had done a number on him, and he was still recovering.

“Come here, Shriv. You know, I used to be a massage therapist before I joined the Rebellion.”

Shriv chuckled rather meekly; he was not himself. “I can see why you’d want to keep that a ssecret in a place like this. You’d have a line outside your door.”

You guided him along, sat him down, and lowered onto your knees behind him. Your fingers bore into his cobalt flesh beneath his uniform, your hands applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve all his undue stress.

The Duros gasped at first, not knowing what he was feeling. It hurt, but then it felt so good. His brow ridge knit; he melted into it. His fangs bit down on his slender bottom lip.

He had no quips, no snarky comments. He was feeling complimentary for once, simply grateful to have you by his side.  

“You spoil me, sweetheart. Don’t know what I did to deserve a gal like you.”

Cad Bane had gotten his choobies handed to him by Fennec Shand. He was beat to snot and had lost out on all his credits. He reached you worse for wear, in pain, and his muscles ached – his entire self. You felt sorry for him and decided to utilize your skills.

“Lie down, Cad,” you lightly commanded him.

He was too tired, too worn to argue with you. He sat down, slumping over with a wince upon your bed. Bane removed his hat and hung his head, mumbling grouchily, “maybe Ah'm gettin' too old fer dhis.”

“Nonsense.” you assured him, conducting him into the correct position. He was timid – Cad wasn’t used to dropping his wary guard or his excessive vigilance.

That all vanished into the ether, out and beyond the stars above, whilst your hands worked their magic on him. He made sounds you had never heard; groans, grunts, and ones perhaps of relief or pleasure. You were happy you could do something nice for him.

“Where’d ye learn te do all dhis? Ssome kinda ssorcery,” he claimed; his voice a husky gravel, though more subdued than was normal for him.

“I was a massage therapist back on Coruscant. My patrons were mainly Clones. They tipped well and were always sore – war and all," you responded reservedly.

“Keepin’ ssecrets from me, s’what it is.”

Did your ears deceive you? You could have sworn the Duros purred.

You’d be laserbrained to mention it, though you smiled a little to yourself. It felt good to be appreciated, knowing all too well that Bane’s involuntary praise was as close to a thank you as you would get.

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Masterlist

#Cad Bane #Shriv Surgaav #Hondo Ohnaka #Cad Bane x Reader #Shriv Suurgav x Reader #Hondo Ohnaka x Reader #Cad Bane x You #Shriv Suurgav x You #Hondo Ohnaka x You #Anonymous Request #Star Wars #Clone Wars #Star Wars Battlefront 2 #Star Wars Imagines #ficlet #star wars ficlet

[writeshite]

Out Of The Frying Pan, Into The Demon’s Arms

Summary:

He huffs, “I gave it away!” He points to the stumbling duo beyond Eden; Adam carries the sword, the lion he slew at his feet, “It gets cold at night, and there’re predators, and —and, and she’s with child. It’s not going to get any easier for them, and they can’t get back in. What could it hurt?” You just glance at the angel, surprised at the confession and the generosity; any other might have reconsidered, but Steve gave the sword away - it’s that moment you decide, this one, he’s the one.

Pairings:

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral!Reader

Tags:

Inspired By Good Omens | Angel Steve Harrington | Demon Reader | Ineffable Husbands | Accidental Child Acquisition

Words: 931

Author's Note:

So, I actually had this on queue, but it released earlier than I wanted and I had to drag it back in to actually put the writing in.

Series Masterlist

“I suppose you’re pleased with yourself.”

“I didn’t know this would happen,” you argue, but Steve turns to you with something akin to disappointment and anger in his expression.

“You tempted them to go against the Almighty. What did you think would happen?” Steve seethes.

You roll your eyes, ready to glance away in case he draws his fiery toothpick of a sword, but he doesn’t, and when you glance around, it’s nowhere to be found. “Didn’t you used to have a sword?” you ask, and he almost shies away.

Disappointment and anger fade away as they’re replaced by wide eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he responds, suddenly unable to meet your gaze. 

“No, you did! I remember,” you persist, “great big thing, flaming like mad. What happened to it?”

“I –I gave it away,” he admits, wings curling in shame.

“You what?”

He huffs, “I gave it away!” He points to the stumbling duo beyond Eden; Adam carries the sword, the lion he slew at his feet, “It gets cold at night, and there’re predators, and —and, and she’s with child. It’s not going to get any easier for them, and they can’t get back in. What could it hurt?” You just glance at the angel, surprised at the confession and the generosity; any other might have reconsidered, but Steve gave the sword away - it’s that moment you decide, this one, he’s the one.

The antichrist is a hot topic right now, and looking after him was not your desired task. “I understand you’re in need of a nanny,” you greet the Hendersons with those words. Their expressions were confused, as they hadn’t had the time to even post the job ad. They stepped aside as you strode forward, your umbrella hooked over your arm, and your head held high. The baby, Dustin Henderson, didn’t exactly look like the antichrist - and as you find out years later, has no stomach for such a task.

The child is soft, with the mind of a genius, “Now, now dear, don’t be shy; we all need a little mischief in our lives,” you encourage, and he runs forward, ready to rain chaos on his playmates. Steve was standing knee-deep in weeds behind you; he shoved his rake into your back and snickered when you groaned at the stains it left. “Must you act so impish?”

“Well, maybe you should become better at your job, angel.” You dust off the leaves and step back before he can dirty your clothing again. A cry sounds out; one of the children, El, stands over another child - one outside Dustin’s playmates - her fists clenched and bruised. The child she’d punched looked older, his nose was bleeding, and he looked on the verge of tears. Dustin and his playmates point at the injured child, laughing, and you beam, “See, a few more years, and he’ll be the one instigating these things.”

“Go to sleep and dream of pain. Doom and darkness. Blood, and brains. Sleep so sweet, my darling boy; you will rule when Earth’s destroyed.”

Dustin sat up as you put him down, “The gardener says I must be kind and nice to everyone,” he says, and you scoff, “And not destroy the Earth.” You scoff again.

“The gardener is an idiot and a fool,” you tell him, “Don’t listen to him; listen to me.” He nods and then smiles when you do the same - the unnatural point of your teeth always brings him joy. You leave him to his slumber and then make your way to the gardens; Steve’s miracle shines in the plants - his lack of gardening skills never ceases to amuse you. “Angel,” you call out.

He turns to you, “Yes?” 

“Oh, where’s your excitement? You’ve barely seen me all day.”

“I’ve had to see you for millennia; I’ve had my fill, thank you,” he snaps.

“Are you still mad about this morning?”

“The boy’s supposed to cherish life, pouring salt on a poor innocent slug —”

“There are thousands of them; I’m sure the Almighty won’t mind making another,” you interrupt. He throws his rake at you, and you step aside, “You could have hit me.”

“That was the point,” he deadpans. 

“Oh, don’t be so grouchy; he didn’t even do it.” You’d handed Dustin the salt, and he’d glance between it and the slug for a while before bawling his eyes out. “He threw the salt back in my face if it’s any consolation,” you grumble. 

“So, he’s perfectly normal,” he sighs in relief, “neither good nor evil.” He places a hand on his chest, whispering thanks to the Almighty.

You pull out a bottle and hold it high, “Seeing how well we’ve done our jobs; we should celebrate.” It’s Châteauneuf-du-Pape, from Steve’s bookshop; you’d nicked it when he’d been helping a customer out front. You waved away when he exclaimed and took a swig of the drink.

“Firstly, we’re on the job,” Steve begins, “secondly, you stole that from me, and third —”

“Don’t be like that, angel,” you put your arm around him, pushing the bottle towards him, “take a drink; we can sober up later.” He calls you a fiend, and you can’t help but laugh at the weak insult, but your laughter cuts off when he snatches the bottle from you, taking a swig himself. The apocalypse was an afterthought at the moment, with you and Steve in the gardens, a bottle, and nothing else - a good moment while it lasted.

End Note:

I have no idea why this came to be. Stay Hydrated.

#steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x reader #bestiary - 2022 #stranger things imagine #this author thinks they're clever but in reality they're just running on zero sleep and have no humor what so ever

[soul-system]

Tortured

Loki x reader

Part 5

Summary: A young sorceress finds herself locked deep inside Asgard's well renowned prison, feeling that her punishment is extremely harsh she soon realises the true intentions of the authorities and turns to the aid of a mischievous trickster.

Kind of follows Thor: The Dark World

Trigger warnings: Rape, abuse mentally and physically

I do not own any of the Marvel characters mentioned in this book apart from my oc' Zeanna'.

Next part>>. Series masterlist

The food rounds that evening gifted me with a new dress. With no privacy,all I could do was turn my back and change my dress away from the onlooking cells. I flinched as the material of my old dress brushed against my bruises, the pain being yet another reminder of my previous encounter with the guards earlier that day. The dress was simple enough, the light blue material fell to my ankles with simple straps across my shoulders giving a circular neckline. Greatfull for my new found modesty I pulled my hair to one side as I took a seat on my bed staring at the slop I had been served.

"Zeanna, wasn't it?" Loki asked causing me to turn around, gladly leaving the grotesque meal well alone. "Yes?" I replied more like a question than an answer, surprised that he actually knew my name. "Beg my pardon for looking but were you always covered in those bruises?" Loki asked nodding towards my battered body. I too looked down at my body, staring at the purple marks across my skin. I shook my head in response "why?" I questioned. "Because something's not quite right darling" Loki finished as he sat on the floor, leaning against a wall with a cup between his hands. I was surprised with the mans change of tone and concern. Why on earth would he worry about my well being when days before he gloated about killing a handful of midgardians. I picked up my tray of food and placed it down, untouched, and ready to be collected.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm very much okay" I stated as I walked back over to my bed. "Are you telling me that, or yourself?" Loki replied still focusing on the cup in his hand. I paused thinking of how to respond. Was I okay? Of course I wasn't. But I'm sure anyone in my position would be. Before I had the chance to answer Loki's riddle, Cadoc walked towards my cell. "Well don't we look tasty" the guard grinned as he stared at me through the force field. Once again I cowered to the corner of my cell. "Princess... don't be shy give us a twirl. I want to see our handy work" Cadoc cooed through gritted teeth, looking at the marks across my arms. I looked towards the guard. He was utterly vile, he had tiny scraps of hair that covered his head and had a gappy smile. The man was verging on obesity. His skin was grubby and tarnished with sweat. The thought of what he'd done to me made my blood curl. "Leave me alone, please" I pleaded shaking my head and looking to the guard. The guard smirked and shook his head slowly "afraid I can't princess, the pay just isn't good enough, we have needs you know" he made a rude gesture before walking away and laughing crudely.

I was sick to death of crying but it's all I could muster to express my fear and pain. "Zeanna" Loki called, I ignored him continuing to wipe the tears from my cheeks. "Zeanna" he called again. I turned to him with red puffy eyes. "We'll sort this" he said with a sad smile, looking down slightly, before looking back to me with kind eyes. I nodded, "Thank you Loki" I replied with a sad smile. If only he knew the true cause of my bruises.

[kennethbrangh]

Ciarán Hinds in The Eclipse (2009) dir. Conor McPherson

#ciaran hinds #the eclipse #nothing breaks my heart more than seeing him cry #he construes so much emotion with his eyes alone #the pain and suffering he is able to portray within such a minimalist role is so damn powerful #such a subtle perfomance #all those shy smiles have me on the verge of tears #so soft and cute and beautiful #my god #I CAN'T #i love him so so much that there is no way to put it into words #everything about him is pure perfection #anyway I could go on forever talking about ciarán so I'll stop here #gifs*

[modern-vellichor]

Come With Me

summary: your whole life had fallen apart. like sand between your fingers. Wanda is the only thing you have left. warnings: none. a/n: 1Q84, Haruki Murakami

You had grown so close to Wanda. All those years of living next door. At least it felt like years. You had watched her children grow up. She was your best friend. You spent almost every day with her.

You never should have asked about that God forsaken helicopter.

You should have ignored it. You never should have knocked on the front door and asked why you had suddenly realised the world was in black and white. Why it had only been three days. Why the twins were born a week ago and were already eight. You should have kept it all to yourself. Because now it had been ripped from you.

Your whole life had been a lie. Your best friend, your home, everything. It was all some sick and twisted fairy tale, spun by Wanda. And you still loved her. You were still in love with her. Grief was swallowing you whole and you were so, so angry. You were furious, at Wanda, for Wanda. And still, you felt like she was missing from you. Like you weren't whole without her.

You walked through Westview. The once bustling, lively town, was empty. Not even a ghost could be wandering the streets. No one. You wouldn't be surprised if a tumbleweed rolled by. You walked the familiar streets until you reached your house. It wasn't there. It was nothing but bare foundations, half built, on the verge of toppling over. Tears froze on your cheeks.

"Should have worn a coat," someone commented.

You whipped around. In the empty foundations of what was once Wanda's home, was Wanda. You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.

"You're alive," you cried.

You picked your way through ruble to kneel by her side. You rested your head on her shoulder as you hugged. Wanda was taken aback by the show of affection. She thought you'd be angry. She wasn't expecting this. Wanda knew you were angry, she could sense it. You were grieving, too. But you loved her. And at the end of the day, she loved you, too.

"I was expecting you to be angrier," she mumbled with a shy smile.

"I'm angry at myself," you smiled. "I'm to blame, just as much as you."

"I manipulated you, I manipulated a whole town!"

"I was living the dream, Wanda," you brought a hand to her cheek. "You were good to me. I was happy."

"Why are you angry with yourself?" she whispered. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling with yours as she pressed your foreheads together.

"In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself."

"You did what you had to."

You kissed Wanda's cheek and pulled away. You kneeled in silence for a long time. And then you awkwardly wobbled your way back to the main road. You stood, hands in your pockets, rocking back and forth. Wanda looked at anything but you.

"Where are you gonna go?"

"I don't know."

"Oh," you whispered. You choked back tears. "You could come with me?" Wanda shook her head. "Please, come with me."

Wanda stared at you. She stared at you with your teary eyes and quivering lip. You needed her. You wanted her. Wanda knew it. It would be cruel not to go with you. After everything she's done. Its only right that she goes with you. You're craving anything, any semblance of familiarity from the life you miss. She was all that was left.

"Please," you whispered.

Wanda met your gaze. She stood, just taking you in. How beautiful you were, even when you cry. Her heart swelled, and nearly shattered. Watching you cry was heart breaking. She took a deep breath, and looked at you.

"I'll go."

#wanda #wanda drabble #wanda fanfic #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x male reader #wanda fluff #wanda fic #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #wanda maximoff x male!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff drabble #wanda maximoff oneshot

[vanderlustwords]

What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

Count: ~2.3k

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #steve x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers x you #bucky barnes x you #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #v.myfic

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker Ever

Summary: Baji dares you to call Mikey a ‘piss boy.’ You’re an idiot, so of course you say you’ll do it. Things don’t go as planned...or do they?

Pairing: Sano Manjirou | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): mentions of omorashi (pissing), but there’s no actual pissing involved

You’re gonna die. Oh, dear God, our holy Lord and savior, you’re gonna fucking die.

Baji may be an idiot, but you’re an even bigger idiot for letting him convince you to call Mikey a piss boy.

It’s a pretty damn good trade-off, you foolishly reasoned when you accepted his offer: $10 and a spin on his motorcycle, which is basically hitting the jackpot for a broke, motorcycle-less middle schooler like yourself.

Now, what you failed to take into consideration, is that you’d literally be risking your life. Had you taken a step back and used your brain for a second or two, you would’ve realized that calling Mikey, of all people, a ‘piss boy’ isn’t worth the measly $10 Baji is currently waving in the air from across the room.

You open your mouth to chicken out. Baji pulls out another $10.

“You wanna waste your allowance? Fuckin’ fine,” you grumble under your breath, making damn well sure your icy glare is received and, yeah, the irritating smirk that widens across Baji’s face when you continue on your path to your demise means your message is read, crystal clear. He just doesn’t give a shit.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and practically march towards where Mikey is casually munching on fresh taiyaki, legs crisscrossed as he sits atop an old crate.

Oh, man. What would’ve been worse: interrupting one of Mikey’s naps or interrupting him mid-snack?

(Un)Luckily, you get to experience one of them today!

When your footsteps lead you to where you don’t want to be, you stop to stand directly in front of your target, who doesn’t immediately look up in your presence. Simply keeps munch, munch, munching.

It gives you a chance to hesitate, a chance to rethink your reckless decision, a chance to back out and save yourself from a one-sided ass beating.

Alas, the chance to make that split-second decision vanishes when deep, dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, the owner’s expression reading that he’s not exactly bothered to see you there, rather, simply curious to know what you want.

It’s the perfect moment to get this bet over and done with, so, along with your prayers, you just go outright and say it.

“‘Sup, Piss Boy.”

Mikey stops chewing, and you already feel your heart about to burst out of your chest.

The room comes to a dead silence, making it all the more nerve-wracking when, following a dreadful minute of absolutely nothing, Toman’s leader speaks.

“What.”

It’s the only word he says, voice low, emotionless, and instead of it being a question, it’s a demand, a challenge even, to dare you to reaffirm what couldn’t have possibly come out of your mouth.

You remind yourself to breathe, while mentally preparing yourself to get decked in the face, ‘cause it’s way too late to backpedal now. One of your feet is already in the grave; it wouldn’t hurt to speed things up and launch your entire body in there.

“Nothing. I just- I wanted to know how my, uh...my little piss boy is...doing?”

Well, you lived a good life.

Mikey stares at you, unblinking.

One second passes. Two.

Then-

“Are you into that?”

“I- Huh?”

“Baji said you’re into some weird stuff, but that’s pretty fucking dirty, (Y/n). Even dirtier than Ken-chin’s tastes.”

(”Don’t fucking drag me into this shit.”)

Seeing the horrified confusion on your face, Mikey’s head tilts ever so slightly to the side.

“You want me to take a leak on you, right?” he asks, and that’s when your soul says its farewell, leaving behind a red-faced corpse on the verge of combusting. Bringing a hand to his chin, he adds, “Or, did you want to piss on me?”

You thought getting beat up by Mikey would be bad?

No, no, no.

You’d gladly take that over this humiliation.

“Hey, Baji! What did the couple in your porn mag do? Did they take turns or what?”

And Baji, the piece of shit, can’t hold it in anymore and breaks out in the most obnoxious laughter, the kind that’s loud, unrestrained, and has him doubling over, gasping for air.

“Oh, fuck, this is gold!” He’s wheezing at this point, triggering a few of the others to start laughing as well, including Mitsuya, who, to his credit, at least tries to stifle his laughter. “Ask (Y/n) what he prefers! Ask!”

At the other boy’s persistence, Mikey raises an eyebrow at you, giving you his full attention as though genuinely curious to know what your pissing preferences are. It causes the flush coloring your face to turn 10 shades darker and 10 degrees hotter.

You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that your friends now think you have a piss kink, or the fact that Mikey is open to exploring said kink with you.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I...” What do you even say in this situation?

“Do you want me to pee on you?” Mikey asks again in a much softer voice, hoping it’ll reassure you into giving him a direct answer. He doesn’t want to scare you, no. Knowing how nervous you get around him, he’s been doing his best to show only the good sides of himself to you.

That must be why he takes your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze to encourage you to speak up. What he doesn’t know, is that as opposed to being comforted by the kind action, it makes you feel mortified, especially at the insinuation of you wanting him to release his bodily fluids on you.

So mortified, actually, that the first thing that comes out of your mouth is an unintentionally shy, “Please, don’t pee on me...”

You realize your mistake the second those words are said.

Ahh! No! That’s not what you were supposed to say!

Why didn’t you say you don’t want anything to do with piss in general?!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Your head is spinning, thoughts going haywire after misspeaking , but what really sends you over the edge is the, admittedly, cute little smile you catch on Mikey’s face. Now, not only is your head in disarray, so is your heart.

“Alright. Since it’s you, I’ll let you do it.”

Nope. That’s it for you. Time to clock out of consciousness.

Thump!

“Oh. He passed out.”

Abrupt as it is, your passing out is of no concern whatsoever to Mikey. Nah, he finds it endearing as hell and crouches down to admire your ‘sleeping’ face.

“He must’ve been super happy,” he fondly muses, completely ignoring Draken’s advice to make sure you’re still breathing in favor of stroking your head and pinching your cheeks. 

(”He might die, dumbass. I’m tellin’ ya.”

“He won’t. (Y/n)’s strong.”)

On the other side of the room, Baji has zero fuel left in him to bark out another laugh at Mikey and his gullibility when it comes to wooing the person he fancies, though he does have the energy to wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Best $20 I’ve ever spent,” he blissfully remarks to Chifuyu.

“Baji-san, this isn’t how you play matchmaker.”

“Dude, this is exactly how you play matchmaker.”

To prove his point, the long-haired teen points back to where Mikey is sitting beside you on the ground, carrying out a normal conversation with Draken, like there isn’t an unconscious person right beside them.

“Ken-chin, where should I take (Y/n) for our first date?”

“Huh? Date? I thought he was just gonna piss on you?”

“That means he likes me, Ken-chin,” Mikey explains, sounding, for all it’s worth, similar to a parent teaching their child a new life lesson. “And if the person I like likes me enough to want to piss on me, then, obviously, I should take him on a date.”

It makes no fucking sense, but if Mikey wants to believe that your love language is spilling less than desirable bodily fluids on each other, then so be it.

Because for him, anything goes as long as it’s you.

Not only are you $20 richer, you also scored yourself a date with someone that would let you take a piss on them and vice versa.

Aren’t you a lucky guy?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #sano manjiro #sano manjirou #manjiro sano #manjirou sano #sano manjirou x male reader #sano manjiro x male reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #omorashi #but there's no actual pissing #i promise #it's only mentioned #piss kink

[scarlet-star-witch]

Fuck It I Love You

Robert DuBois x Female Reader

AN: There are so little fics about this beautiful man which is a crime.

Summary: He ignored her out of guilt, but no matter how hard he tried, his feelings for her weren’t going anywhere, especially when they have to team up for a mission

Word Count: 4019

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Of all their time together, he thought about the night they got caught the most. 

As the sirens got louder, soon deafening them, the flashing lights of the police cars surrounding them becoming blinding, she turned to him, a hint of fear on her face. He frowned and began to apologize for dragging her into this mess with him.

But she stopped him in the most unexpected way possible. 

She leaned up on her toes, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissed him hard. It was only a few seconds, the police soon tearing them apart, but it was enough to leave him completely stunned.

His wide eyed gaze was locked on her as they were forced to the ground, handcuffs wrangled around their wrists tightly. She sent him a small, shy smile, as if apologizing for the kiss. 

He couldn’t even let himself tell her not to be sorry. His brain was in too much of a daze to get the words out. 

The cops hauled her to her feet roughly and pushed her towards the car. Seeing them manhandle her like they were had his jaw clenching and he squirmed in the grip of the many officers who held him down.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off her you bastards!” He yelled angrily. 

She turned her head, her desperate gaze finding him again. His face softened and he whispered her name to himself, hoping to convey with just a look how sorry he was.

The cops soon pushed her into the car, slamming the door closed, obscuring his view of her. 

He didn’t see her for another two weeks. 

And when he did see her, his heart dropped to his stomach. He was finally allowed yard time at Belle Reve when he heard his name called, his real name.

“Robert!” Her voice yelled and his head turned every which way to find her. Once his eyes locked onto her, seeing her in that orange jumpsuit, he felt like throwing up, but his relief that she was at least alive was greater. 

He ran towards the fence that separated the men from the woman, pushing prisoners out of the way and sending deadly threats to those that leered at the woman across the fence waiting for him. 

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you’re here. No one told me anything, I didn’t know what happened to you. Are you ok?” She rambled and he looked at her in disbelief. Was she really asking him if he was alright?

“I’m fine.” He assured her. “What about you? Have they hurt you?”

“I’m ok. It’s just... “ She trailed off, her eyes flitting away from him nervously and he suddenly felt even more sick. 

He said her name desperately. “Tell me.” 

“Some of the women in here are… intense.” She explained vaguely, doing little to ease his mind. 

“Fuck, Pip, I’m so fucking sorry. I never should’ve brought you with me.”

She suddenly smiled, that brilliant smile he pretended not to stare at whenever she showed it.

“You haven’t called me that in a long time.” She mused quietly. 

When he first met her, both of them appearing on a job to take out some rich guy scheming a local gang, she’d barely stood at chest height on him, earning the nickname Pipsqueak instantly. Once they started to work together and they became closer, leading to him repressing every feeling for her that wasn’t platonic, he let the nickname go, fearing it would verge on dangerous territory.

He cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “How long’s your sentence?” 

She sucked in a breath and bowed her head. “Long. You?”

“Probably longer.” 

The silence that lingered between them was stifling and horrible. She looked at him cautiously, knowing exactly what his expression was saying, exactly what that furrow of his brow meant

“This isn’t your fault.”

“You know that’s not true.” 

“Rob, this was my choice too. You had nothing-”

“Hey! Away from the fence!” A guard yelled at him, taking his baton from his belt, a silent threat to walk away. 

He sighed in annoyance and without another painful word, he walked away, leaving her to watch him go with a quivering frown. 

He didn’t dare turn to get a final look at her. He could barely stand to see her in here, to see her look so scared, to see her without a future. All because of him.

He felt guilty for putting her in a shithole like this. He felt that heart shattering guilt every time he looked at her. So he did what any normal man would have done. He shut her out and ignored her existence completely. 

The first few days were hard. He pretended he didn’t hear her calling out to him, he forced himself to stay seated when the guards got a little too rough with her, causing him to almost chip a tooth with how tight he was clenching his jaw in anguish. 

But he knew it was for the best to let her go. 

His past made him a cynic. He never had love growing up, he knew he didn’t have the first clue about being in love and treating others with respect or kindness. She deserved better than him, something he had to remind himself every time he wanted to cave in his avoidance of her.

Eventually, she gave up. She stopped searching for him, she stopped trying to get his attention, she stopped hoping he would want to see her. 

That probably broke his heart the most. 

As time passed slowly in the shithole that was Belle Reve, thoughts of her didn’t stop, or even slow down. He thought of her as he laid on his uncomfortable cot, he thought of her as he ate his disgusting meals, he thought of her as he was forced to clean the common area, which was tied with the food for the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen.

He never forgot his Pip and that bright smile of hers, the one he tried hard to convince himself meant nothing to him, the one that made him fool himself into thinking it didn’t cause his heart to stutter.

He couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. She never gave any inclination that she had thought that way about him, at least none that he noticed. He didn’t understand why she kissed him. He couldn’t fathom it. 

But, god, he couldn’t stop replaying it in his head. 

He was getting good at pretending she hadn’t meant anything to him. Her absence made it easier for him to manipulate his own memories of their time together, telling himself it wasn’t actually as good as he remembered it.

He was becoming a pro at convincing himself of these lies… until he saw her again.

He had no choice but to join the famed ‘Suicide Squad’ and he just knew the next few days of his life were going to be hell. He already didn’t like Peacemaker, he still couldn’t really believe that the shark guy was real, and the young girl seemed ok, but if that rat of hers came near him, then there’d be trouble.

As the group made their way through the female cell block, Waller turned to him, a knowing smirk on her face, like she’d just played the winning move in a chess match.

“I believe you already know our next recruit.” She said smugly and to his shock, she called out your name.

She poked her head out of the cell, her hesitant gaze locked on Amanda Waller, but to his disbelief, she didn’t seem to look shocked to see the intimidating woman. Her eyes soon fell on Cleo and her face lit up with a bright smile.

“You finally woke up!”

“They told me I had to.” Cleo groaned tiredly.

Robert stared at her in shock. There she was, his Pip. It had been so long since he’d seen her, so long since he’d heard her voice. He choked out her name and her eyes met his, her smile instantly falling.

“DuBois.” She spoke monotonously in greeting. He flinched, his lips parting in surprise. She had never once called him by his last name. She always said it was too impersonal, that she liked him too much to call him that.

It was as good as a punch to the gut.

“You ready for another mission?” Waller asked and she nodded eagerly.

“Another?” Robert called out in horror. “You’re a part of this team?” 

She ignored his question, moving past him to link arms with Cleo as they all filed out of the cell blocks. 

Her rejection was clear. Her icy attitude, which had never before been directed at him, stung, but he knew it wasn’t undeserving. It didn’t mean it didn’t crush him completely. 

She ignored him for the rest of the day. He’d tried to get her attention during the briefing, which she promptly ignored, he called out to her as they received their uniforms back, but she stayed in conversation with Cleo and Abner.

The least he got to do was watch her and finally see that soft smile he’d been missing.

When they got to the jet, he walked quickly, pushing past the rest of them, making sure to get a seat next to her, though she didn’t even raise her head, instead choosing to focus solely on getting her seatbelt on. 

He noticed her tense as Nanaue sat across from them and she cleared her throat, her eyes quickly flitting to her shoes. 

“Still afraid of sharks?” He whispered, hoping the quip - something she’d revealed to him years ago - would be enough to break the ice between them.

When she stayed silent, he sighed heavily and spoke her name gently in defeat. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” She asked in feigned innocence, sarcasm heavily lacing her tone.

“Look, I’m sorry, ok.”

“For what?” 

“You know what.” He hissed, his temper beginning to rise the longer she brushed him off. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I’m an asshole.”

“Well, at least we agree on something.”

“I just couldn’t stand seeing you in that place. It killed me seeing you so upset.” 

She just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. By this point, the rest of the team were watching them intently, like they were the most interesting thing they’d seen all day. And since they’d all been in prison, it was.

“Can we not do this here?” She whispered angrily.

“I felt guilty, ok? Is that what you wanna hear?” He continued, ignoring her question. “I let you get caught up in this shit and it’s my fault you ended up in that shithole.”

“God, you are still so fucking stubborn.” 

“Oh, I’m stubborn?” 

 “Yes!” She yelled, now having no shame about the team members that watched them with equal parts confusion and interest. “You always have been. It’s always been your way, it’s always been about you and your shit!” 

“Then why the fuck did you kiss me!?”

Her face fell, shock replacing her angered expression and the jet fell silent. He tensed, squaring his shoulders and slumped back in his seat, the awkward silence becoming stifling.

“You guys kissed?” Peacemaker asked, looking between the two with a smirk.

“Go fuck yourself.” 

“Suck my dick.”

Their insults were simultaneous and Peacemaker raised his hands in surrender, though his smarmy smile remained. The rest of the ride was spent in pure silence. 

~~

The mission was proving to be more of a hassle than he ever could have imagined, which was saying something because he had already been expecting the worst. After having to stop one team member from eating the other, from accidentally taking out an entire team of the good guys, dealing with Peacemaker’s constant questions about him and the supposed relationship he had with the woman who still refused to even look his way.

It was all a shit show. 

The worst part was seeing the relief on her face as they found Rick Flag alive and well. Seeing her hug the Colonel like they were old friends twisted something inside him he didn’t realize existed. 

She smiled brightly at Rick, a smile that was easily reciprocated and he was ready to start shooting again.

He wasn’t jealous, that couldn’t be it.

But the lie in his head imploded on him when they were sat in the stuffy bar, allowing them the briefest moments of reprieve, and Peacemaker decided to sit next to him and throw his arm over his shoulders.

Robert shrugged him off and scowled at him sternly.

“So there’s really nothing going on with you two?” He asked for what was probably the millionth time. He didn’t believe there weren’t any juicy details to share and he was determined to hear them.

“For the last fucking time, no.” Bloodsport growled. 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I step in?” 

He sat up so quickly, he knocked both their beers off the table. “The fuck did you just say?”

“Well, she’s single, right? You two aren’t boning, so she’s fair game.��� Peacemaker shrugged. “Unless you two have something going on.”

Robert grit his teeth, his hands clenching tightly into fists that he had to fight hard not to start throwing punches. He didn’t have any claim over her, especially not after how he’d ignored her for so long. 

But the idea of a man, especially a man like Peacemaker, putting their hands on her made him want to kill something… or someone… preferably the man that dared to ever touch her. 

But, she hated his guts and wanted nothing to do with him. And admitting to anyone what she meant to him was too daunting to ever consider.

“She’s single.” He spat harshly, as if the words had physically pained him to say. 

“Great! Thanks buddy.” Peacemaker clapped his shoulder and quickly got out of his chair, making his way to the dancefloor in search of her. 

Robert laid his head in his hands and exhaled deeply, trying his hardest not to commit murder in the crowded bar. The sound of the chair beside him scraping against the floor made him look up, eagerly hoping it was Peacemaker sitting his ass down and forgetting who he was chasing.

But to his dismay, Rick sat down next to him, offering a beer to replace the one he’d so carelessly let drop to the floor. 

“Lemme guess, you’re in love with her?” 

“The fuck you on about, Mate?” 

“Steam’s comin’ out of your ears, man. You’re not exactly subtle.” Rick laughed and Robert glared. “Just go talk to her. You’re gonna drive yourself and all of us crazy until you do.” 

He didn’t answer, instead, choosing to take a long swig of his beer, hoping it would take those annoying thoughts out of his head. 

“I mean, if you're totally fine with Peacemaker and his wandering hands, then fine, don’t bother.” 

Rick’s words made him snap his head up, his narrowed gaze flitting over the dancefloor hastily, before landing on the man in question and his hands that were placed on her hips. Cursing under his breath, he slammed his drink down and stood from his seat, not caring as it fell to the floor, and he stomped onto the dancefloor.

He nudged people out of his way, ignoring the colourful names it earned him, until he found her. He sneered and pushed Peacemaker out of the way and grabbed her arm, ignoring the pang in his chest that followed the hateful look she threw at him.

“Can we talk?”

“Why?”

“Goddammit, can you just come outside with me?” He said in annoyance. “Please, Pip, I just wanna talk.” He spoke again, this time with no hint of malice in his voice.

Her face softened slightly and she sighed, her resolve cracking. “Fine.” 

She followed him out of the noisy bar and into the empty alley. Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms over her chest, watching as he paced aggravatedly, waiting for him to talk.

“Well? What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.” 

“What?” That was the last thing she expected to hear. The tone of his voice, so soft, so genuine, was more than enough to shock her. She’d never heard him sound so vulnerable before.

“I’m sorry for shutting you out. I felt…” He sighed, running a hand over his hair. “I felt guilty for what happened and I just… I couldn’t face you.” 

“Robert, any job we went on was my choice to go on. You didn’t force me, you didn’t influence me in any way. It was my job, same as yours.” 

He barely had time to revel in the fact that she’d used his name again before she kept on her rant.

“You act like you had some control over my life, like I didn’t have a choice to follow you. I chose to work with you because I wanted to, because… you were the only person in my life I could trust. The only person I cared about.” 

“Pip, I-”

“And that fucking nickname.” She groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “I don’t get you, at all. We had a good thing going, we had fun together, you… you actually let me in. And then we get caught and you act like I don’t exist. And now, we work together again and you want me to what, just pretend you didn’t hurt me more than anyone in this fucking world has?”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me?” She interrupted and he winced at the anger he heard in her voice. “What the fuck did you think you were doing? You didn’t think that, after everything we’d been through together, that you dropping me like I meant nothing to you would hurt me?”

“I did it cause you meant more to me than anyone else!” He yelled and promptly slammed his lips shut, as if he could take the words back. 

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t make me think you actually care.” 

“Pip-”

“No! Cause it was real to me, Robert.” She said softly, her anger disappearing into sadness. His hands twitched, wanting to reach out and wipe away that tear that fell down her cheek. “I don’t wanna hear about whatever feelings you thought you had. Cause I-” She paused, taking in a shaking breath. “Cause I really loved you.”

He was left stunned to silence, leaving himself unable to do anything but stare at her in shock. She scoffed slightly, wiping under her eyes and shaking her head to herself. 

“That’s why I kissed you.” She admitted quietly and without another word or look in his direction, she walked away, leaving him alone in the alley.

As she stormed back into the bar, she was stopped by Rick who looked down at her in worry. 

“You ok? What happened?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

He looked at her plainly. “Don’t give me that shit, I know you too well for that.”

“Rick, have you ever been in love?”

He blanched slightly, having not expected such a heavy question. “Uhhh, I think so.”

“Yeah? Well don’t do it again, it fucking sucks.” She said tersely and stormed past him. 

Rick sighed, watching her go with a frown. “You’re a goddamn idiot, DuBois.” He mumbled to himself. He turned, watching as the man in question came back into the bar. He looked up, noticing Rick’s knowing gaze on him and he shook his head.

“Not a fucking word, Flag.” He warned and the sharp tone of his voice had Rick staying silent.

~~

The rest of the mission was just as much of a shit show as the first part was.

She didn’t know what was worse. Her situation with Robert or her situation with Peacemaker, or the fact that the building was currently crumbling. 

She’d watched that douchebag kill Rick, her heart breaking as she watched her friend take his last breath. Public enemy number one was now the righteous asshole known as Peacemaker. 

With the drive held tightly in her hand, she ran as fast as she could through the rubble that tripped her every few steps. She could hear the heavy footsteps of the man behind her, desperate for her bloodshed. 

“Fuck, here.” She stopped Cleo, placing the drive in her hands. “Make your way down, I’ll hold him off.”

“Are you insane? I’m not leaving you here!” Her friend refused valiantly, holding onto her hands tightly.

“Cleo, please. I can handle him, just go.” 

“Please don’t.”

She yelped as she was thrown to the ground, making the drive fall from her hands. Her anger tripled as she helped Cleo back to her feet and she turned to face the man she was quickly hating more with each passing second.

Peacemaker pointed his gun at the both of them, a wild look in his eyes. “I told you, the information on that drive can’t get out!”

“Cleo, go.”

“No!” She cried, holding onto her arm tightly, refusing to leave her side.

“Don’t make me do this.” 

“Don’t give me your righteous bullshit. This isn’t me, this isn’t for your country, this is all you.” She sneered at Peacemaker. 

“This is my mission, now hand it over.”

“No.” She took a step towards him, making his hand twitch and behind her, Cleo cried, scrambling to hold onto her arm and pull her back, but she shook her off. “If you’re gonna go through with your twisted mission, fine, just leave her out of it.” 

With every word, she took a step closer, until the barrel of his gun pressed against her chest. Peacemaker looked down at her, his face twisted with confusion and shock. But he knew what he had to do. 

The moment his finger moved to hover over the trigger, the ceiling caved in, or rather the floor above, dropping Robert right onto the scene. He steadied himself, his head raising slowly, his eyes taking in the scene in front of him.

As the dust settled, pure rage seeped through his every pore. His expression was murderous. The sight of a gun on her made him sneer and his deadly glare soon settled on Peacemaker.

“Robert.” She whispered, her wide eyes locked onto his still form that was radiating with hatred. 

Barely a second later, twin gunshots rang out. She dropped to the ground, moving to cover Cleo protectively. She looked up hesitantly, her eyes going wide as she watched Peacemaker fall to the ground, holding his throat that was bleeding rapidly.

She let out a shuddering breath and got back to her feet unsteadily. She looked up at Robert who was breathing heavily, his furious gaze locked on her. Her body tensed slightly, she didn’t think she’d ever seen him so angry before. And that was saying a lot about such an angry person.

“Robert?” 

Her voice shook himself out of his daze until only one motivation remained. He knew what he had to do, what he should’ve done a long time ago. 

He dropped his gun and stomped towards her, his steps purposeful. Before she could say another word, he grabbed her roughly and crashed his lips to hers fiercely. Her eyes widened before falling closed in bliss.

She gripped onto him tightly, feeling her knees go weak as he kissed her with the passion of a love that had been brimming for years. She kissed him back with the same longing it was obvious he felt too.

His heart raced as he kissed her deeply. It was so much different than their first. That first, surprising kiss had been a goodbye. But this one, this was for all those years he’d missed, this was an apology for hurting her.

He pulled away, the both of them panting heavily. He leaned his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her cheeks and pretending they weren’t trembling.

“It was real to me too.” He whispered and kissed her so softly, it said everything he never had the courage to. 

#bloodsport x reader #robert dubois x reader #robert dubois imagine #The suicide squad #the suicide squad x reader #robert dubois

[elysianslove]

poly relationship with megumi and yuuji

requested by anon; poly relationship headcanons with megumi, reader, and yuuji, exploring how their relationship works and the dynamic between them, romantically as well as sexually. 

pairings; fushiguro megumi x reader x itadori yuuji

genre; fluff, smut

warnings; mentions of nsfw (poly nsfw, threesomes, some dom/sub themes, etc)

note; megumi and yuuji are both aged up here! 

there are many different routes to go with this, like being in a relationship with one of them first and then exploring the possibility of including a third party, but i’m gonna go with the one where you three just decide to date

how it happens: it was very obvious yuuji liked you, and even more painfully obvious megumi liked you. yuuji went out of his way to constantly show it, greeting you with a louder voice than others, hugging you tighter, buying anything that reminded him of you and then gifting it to you, inviting you out in the middle of the night for a food run. with megumi, though, it was a lot more subtle. it’s in the small glances he’d gift you, the smile he’d offer only to you, the blush of his cheeks any time your name is mentioned, your closet drowning in his oversized clothes he’d let you borrow. and while you didn’t really catch on until after a while, they recognized their feelings for you in each other

and so they planned to confess. each had a bouquet of flowers, both your favorites and lumps in their throats. yuuji looked like he was about to shit himself, and megumi looked like he’d seen a ghost. it was, to put it simply, hilarious. 

by the time they came to confess, you’d put two and two together, but seeing them gave you a huge reality check. they confessed, yada yada, and before you knew it, when they’d asked, “which one of us?” you said, “both.” it was a no-brainer type of question, one where your mouth moved before your mind could properly process. 

you and megumi were both like ??? at your response but yuuji straight up went “aight both it is” completely unfazed.

at first, it actually goes a lot better than you’d expected? they’re both a little shy and it is a foreign thing for both of them, so they just tread lightly. neither of them make a move to kiss you for a really long time, so at the beginning it’s just dates upon dates, some physical shows of affection like hugging and cuddling.

when you kiss, it’s like a band snaps. you’re sitting with them on your living room couch, sandwiched between them as a movie plays on the tv screen. you’re holding onto each of their hands, with yuuji’s head on your shoulder. it’s one of those days where neither of them are really thinking about the dynamic, just reveling in being with you. you’re not sure where the urge or the courage came from, but slowly, you mutter, “can i kiss you two?” 

yuuji immediately sits up and faces you, eyes a little excited, and although megumi stares ahead, his hand in yours tightens. 

“you really wanna kiss me?” yuuji asks, and megumi has to correct him and say, “us.” 

since yuuji seemed more comfortable with the idea, you kiss him first. he feels just as excited as he seems, and he kisses you passionately, as if making up for the past few months. it leaves you breathless when you pull back and turn to megumi to kiss him next. the other boy is already breathless from anticipation, and when you kiss him, it’s a stark difference to yuuji’s kiss. where yuuji’s felt feverish and intoxicating, megumi’s is serene and dizzying. his lips move incredibly slow against yours, allowing you to breathe him in as properly as you can. 

as soon as you pull back, megumi’s saying, in a low, sultry voice, “again,” pulling you in for another kiss where you can hear yuuji’s loud whine of “no fair!” as he latches onto you from behind. 

your dynamic with the two strengthens insanely after that. there’s no air of nervousness or tension between you three. the relationship flows a lot better than it did before. 

generally, there isn’t much jealousy between the two boys. unless it’s harmless teasing and playful jokes, they don’t fight for your attention. when one is more available than the other, they don’t really hold a grudge about it either. but they won’t like it if you go on a date specifically with one of them only, unless they were busy you know? like the three of you are dating, so inclusion is necessary.

speaking of, you once asked if this relationship meant that yuuji and megumi are dating too, technically. at first, they both shook their heads and were like absolutely not we just both happen to be dating you. but in the heat of the moment, once, while in a heavy make out session with you with their brains all fuzzy, they kissed. and they liked it. but they never spoke about it since, even though you like to bring it up any time one of them even considers teasing you

yuuji is all about loud actions. he is the one you go to when your day has been a little too bad, and all you want is someone to hold you. he gives 10/10 hugs. 

megumi is all about subtle actions. he is the one you go to when you need someone to listen to you vent, even though he doesn’t give that good of advice. neither of them do tbh. but megumi’s an amazing listener than likes to hold your hand throughout and give you a proud kiss on the forehead after. 

okay nsfw time 😼

the requester asked for something specific, but before i get into that, imma talk general

at first, they didn’t really know how to go about it, so they just took turns with you? if that makes sense? they’d alternate between who goes first each time. but then the flow started to get a little less messy, and they were both a lot more comfortable with being with you at the same time, paying attention to all of you, you know? 

yuuji loves, loves, loves to go down on you, and while his face is buried between your thighs, megumi’s paying the upmost attention to your breasts, fondling and licking and sucking and biting. 

it used to be weird to be together while you pleasured them both, but then they got accustomed to it, even to the point that the thought of it aroused them. it didn’t matter who’s fucking which hole to them, since they didn’t have a preference really. and a lot of the times, you’ll suck them both off at the same time, and it’ll be really lewd and really messy and obscene and it used to be a big deal but not anymore, not when you looked this pretty with your mouth stuffed with one dick and face caressed by the other dick. 

okay so the specific thing: sub yuuji. both you and megumi absolutely adore ruining him. it’s a balance between overstimulating him and edging him. you love overstimulating him to the point of tears and dry orgasms, where he has nothing left to give but you keep going, and going and going. it’s such a pretty look on him, with his chest flushed and his abs taut ad rolling, his thighs and arms twitching and endless sobs leaving his lips, a stream of fat tears rolling down his pink cheeks. megumi, on the other hand, loves edging him, tying him up and restraining him so he can’t move, can’t touch, can’t flinch away, and edges him until his dick is leaking an insane amount of precum, until he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out, until he’s flinching away from any touch because it’s outright painful. and when he cums, oh god, with your mouth latched onto his nipple, biting roughly, and your hand in his hair, megumi’s hand relentless on his dick, he’s the most beautiful, with his hips shooting up and pain filled screams echoing around the room. he cums, and cums, and cums, and you don’t think he’s cum this much or this hard before. megumi has such a sadistic, gleaming look in his eyes, and it excites you to your core.

doesn’t mean they don’t like to play with you too, and that you and yuuji don’t have your fun with megumi as well. but essentially, after discovering just how good of a sub yuuji is, it’s impossible to not want to explore it more. 

okay nsfw’s over

they love being all cuddled up with you in bed, and 9 times out of ten, if you’re not it, megumi’s the small spoon. he loves to lay his head on your chest with your hands cupping his head and threading through his hair. and he won’t admit it, but the feel of yuuji’s sturdy chest and strong arms around him from behind is really comforting. 

sometimes yuuji’s the small spoon too! but he usually forces his way in between you and megumi tbh

when you’re the small spoon, you’re drowned in their figures. just sandwiched between them. on cloud nine. in heaven. the absolute dream

so yeah! being with the two of them is both really fun and filled with really serene, loving moments. they know how to love you with their all, and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been

end note; despite that being really long i feel like i missed a lot idk why. but i really, really hope that the requester and everyone else enjoyed this!! love you all <33

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