#assassins fluff

[tarjapearce]

Mama pegging Miguel? I mean I would see something like that happening after all their years of marriage and Miguel being against it at first but then agreeing and mama having the best time of her life. I’m sorry my brain is not okay. And I’m sorry if this would make you uncomfortable in any way.

Let's be honest here. As much as we love seeing Miguel as the Dom, we've all fantasized in having him a mess underneath us. So yeah. Just gonna Indulge myself here ~

⚠️WARNINGS: FILTHINESS. Sub! Miguel, sloppy blowjob, rimjob, hole play, Mama is a one kinky mf, Gentle femdom, use of toys, fruity lube, fluff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

You weren't one for watching porn, but seeing the reviews on the video, either straight or gay mostly of the commenters agreed on something. Toying with your partner's erogenous zones and exploiting them felt good.

Some comment were explicit and specific as to what they enjoyed the most. Even though porn was the worst way and place you could learn stuff from, the comments didn't lie. Or so you were assuming.

And things turned weirder and weirder the upcoming days. Bdsm toys, and tips started to show up on your media feed. You had your little kit stored away into the drawer under key. A kit that was often pulled out when Miguel felt particularly stressed and borderline pissed. You were each other's relief.

Not only the lingerie appealed the visuals, but enhanced it. The sole idea of having Miguel tied up and needy for you made your skin crawl in a thrilling sensation that left no room for wonders and doubts.

You had imagined in multiple times how would it be to swap the dominant role for once with Miguel. As you clicked on the toy's add, a new expansion to the world you had been exploring on the surface with him, opened just for you.

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"Can we talk?"

"Miguel?" You sat next to him in his office as your paperwork was verified by him.

"Is something wrong?"

He mumbled as he kept working on his laptop.

His fingers stopped typing, his eyes turned to seize you with a surprise yet underlying alarm underneath them.

"I wanna peg you."

"What? Why?"

"Im curious and... If I'm honest, I wanna see you a mess"

You whispered on his ear and he chuckled, his cheeks turned into a faint shade of red.

"Ah, C'mon! I'm sure we can have some fun."

"Sigue queriendo, cariño" (Keep wishing, honey)

"Dont think so."

He just shook his head with a small smile.

"Ill wear something nice for you."

"Nope."

He took you by the chin and kissed your lips.

"Pleaseee?"

"No."

His eyes kept drifting towards you and the contraption you had just pulled out from a package. How did he ended up agreeing?

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Oh yeah.

A blowjob with something else he had never experienced before, and if he was honest, wished to have experienced sooner.

Sex with you was not only mind blowing, but kinky. You were kinky and shameless and seeing you assuming his role, was such an interesting switch of your dynamics. For science purposes, you said and it was more than enough to convince him.

Pillows perched behind his back to offer him a good support as his legs spreaded open for you.

Seeing you, clad in PU leather stirred his curiosity and hunger.

"Thought you'd use the handcuffs"

"We haven't even started and you're already getting kinky"

He pouted but it quickly faded as you kneeled in between his legs, hands caressing the outer of his thighs.

A gloved hand of yours took him by the base and stroked upwards in slow motions.

"You're always making me feel good."

You kissed his cheek and then his lips, as your hand kept stroking him. Lips crashed hungrily, chasing eachother desperately. Your tongue invaded his mouth, twirled around his, luring it out for you to suck it. Earning a satisfied groan from the both.

"Relax, ok? Lemme make you feel good"

With a sigh, and another breathless kiss Miguel granted you control.

You kneeled once more and resumed your stroking, blood rushing to his tip, twitching his cock alive and rock hard.

"Have I told you I love your taste?"

Beaming smile slowly melded around him. Flat tongue running on his base as your palm fisted his tip. Hot lips searing his skin with little kissed that transformed in gentle sucks. Your head supported against one of his thighs you had secured next to your head.

He groaned when you used your tongue around his frenulum, His hands clenched for a moment on the sheets as you focused on it for a moment to then take him bit by bit.

The sound of you gagging him made his head spin with sensations his body always experienced as new. A soft deep throat followed by your hand cupping the base and stroking as you paid special attention to his tip.

The little gargling and wet sounds you gave, made his body receptive and sensitive.

Red eyes fixed on your movements, and God, it was quite the sight, but you stopped, licking using your spit to stroke him faster as your other hand ventured to his sac and further.

His pants and soft raged breathings, made you bit your bottom lip.

"Tell me what you want, cariño"

His body tensed for a second as you toyed with the outer folds of his hole.

"F-Faster"

"Oh no no, I can't have you coming too soon. Need you nice and hard when I take this" Your finger moved in circular motions on the tight muscle ring.

He exhaled as the sheets crumpled underneath his iron grip

"Does it feels good, Papa?"

He nodded with shaky breaths as you engulfed him once more, but you stopped

"Uh-uh. Use your words"

You smirked to then put some flavored lube between his supple butt cheeks. You licked your lips at how receptive and sensitive his body was under your calculated and gentle handling.

Why hadn't you ventured sooner in this? Embarrassment perhaps? His groaning at your sinking finger inside him snapped your wandering attention back to him.

"You're so tight, mi amor"

You purred

"Let me-" He choked as your tongue swirled mercilessly around his tip, your cheeks hollowed hard as your cheeks clamped around him, "Dios mío, No te detengas-"

(My God, don't stop)

Another choke as another finger eased ever gently inside. You wriggled them softly, making a soft 'come' motion inside, allowing him to get used to the feeling.

Your lips glossed over both his precum and your own saliva, but that didn't stop you. He was about to push you deeper but a glare was enough to keep his hands on the sheets.

His jaw clenched, lips contorting in soft ohs and ahs as you kept blowing him and your fingers moved into him a faster but still gentle speed.

"So so close, mi amor"

He grunted while throwing his head back, sinking for a moment in the pillow. His chest heaving, the riple of his muscles tensed and shook at his desperate breaths. You stopped the sucking and he whimpered, annoyed.

"No, no mi amor. Go... Goback please, I'm so s'close." His slurred words made you giggle

"Want me to suck you dry, Papa?"

A hiss came from his lips as you found that little nub of muscle and prodded kindly at it. His mouth gaped.

"Yes" The neediness in his voice made your senses tingle. You were sure at this point you were soaked, but it wasn't about you right now. You wanted him to come undone before you while teaching him new ways to please each other beyond penetration.

And so far his body reacted so well to it, it made you smile as pride filled your chest.

"Touch yourself, Miguel. Lemme see gentle strokes"

One of his hands immediately took a hold of his aching cock

"Lento, mi amor" (Slowly)

A frustrated sigh rolled off his lips as your mouth focused on his sac. You pulled your fingers out, carefully before spreading his legs wider. As he jerked in slow motions, your tongue swiped around his hole, earning a shuddering sob from him.

His sac fell on the bridge of your nose as you helped him to stroke himself. You were eating him, and smirked as his moans turned urgent. You released one of his testicles with a gentle suck and smirked

"Hands off."

"Verga..." He rubbed his warm and flushed face in frustration. It was the second time you edged him, "I'm not appreciating you playing with me like this" (Shit)

"Relax, I want you to enjoy"

"I was until you stopped"

His voice a breathless and annoyed mumble

You stood from the bed to reach for the toy you had bought the moment he agreed. A buzzing double strap on. The outer end was just the right size to reach his sweet spot without hurting him, a first timer dildo. The inner one aligned perfectly into your spot.

Harness snuggly secured around your hips, a couple of lube squirts were poured on to the toy. Hand stroked and smeared the fruity smelling lube all over it.

You leaned to kiss him. His hands held you in place. A mix of himself and the sweet lube reminiscing on your mouth.

"I'll be gentle, ok?" He nodded in between kisses.

A new wave of thrill bolted through your body as you added some pillows underneath him for leverage. The strap perfectly aligned with his glistening hole.

"Give me slow strokes, Papa"

With a sigh, he cupped his hefty cock once more, the sensation of your gloved fingers made his body to shudder once more. His eyes widened softly as you rubbed the tip of the toy against his hole. Fingers left him to be replaced by the slick toy.

"Breathe" You cooed as you pushed in a couple of inches, allowing his muscles to assimilate the gentle intrusion.

"Does it hurts?"

He inhaled sharply and shook his head.

"Are you sure?"

Your hips stilled for a moment as your hands kneaded his inner thighs. His hand stroked himself slowly, but tightened the grip at his base.

"Yeah"

Smiling, your hips resumed their movements. Slow, deliberate circles that made the toy move carefully inside his tightness. You added another inch deeper when you noticed his breathings turned a bit more laborious.

"You're such a good boy, Papa"

The friction and the constant waves of pleasure the buzzy contraption oozed into your bodies made his strokes tighter, and your legs to quiver for a second.

His pants turned louder, turning into groans as you added another inch. His eyes closed shut at your careful and loving thrusts, Hips rocking in pliable, mild movements. His skin shook ever softly at your pushing.

His fangs bit his bottom lip when his strokes turned a bit faster, Your hands held him by his waist and you groaned.

Even though the toy inside you could never compare to his flushed and mouthwatering cock, it offered enough stimulation to make you whimper.

Mewlings and needy sounds coming from you and Miguel made it all ten times better when he bucked his hips and his eyes clamped shut when you prodded at his sweet spot. The sound his mouth did had you hissing and biting your own lip at the sight of him.

Front bangs falling into his flushed face, eyes rolling at the back of his head as sweat collected on his chest by the constant jerking. Mouth agape, panting and mumbling shy praises at your movements.

"Just like this, mi amor?"

A breathless yes.

Even though your walls quivered and milked the toy by the vibrations, your focus still remained on him and his own pleasure that only heightened by the strong vibrations on his toy's end.

"G-Gonna cum"

His words urged you to prod at the little nub of nerves that had him groaning your name.

One of his hands went above him, holding onto the headboard as his other pumped himself in a way that sent him sputtering inchorent lewd spanglish mumbles.

He choked. as you helped him cum by stroking your hand above his. Sweaty foreheads colliding, gaze locked on eachother.

"Come for me, Papa"

Your hand kept pumping and he moaned into your mouth as thick, hot blobs of fresh cum spurted from him, and rolled down your wrist, a few streaks nested on his happy trail and lower abdomen

You kissed him as you pulled out as gently as you entered

"Fuck" He mumbled against your lips. Hot breath fanning against yours, muscles spasming and shuddering as he rode his high. You could only smile with an endearing look at his blissful face

You kissed him once more. A few I love you's scurrying off his mouth.

"Love you too, mi amor"

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #t writes✨ #sub miguel o'hara #gentle fdom #gentle fdom reader #dom reader #assassins fluff #miguel o'hara smut #atsv smut #spiderman 2099 smut

[cosmic-waves7]

could u write karma with a s/o that doesn’t get into trouble? Kinda like an opposite like they’re still outgoing but the type to never skip and only wanting straight A’s and are kinda sensitive in contrast to him? (🫶🫶ur writing is so cute idk if you still write for karmaa aaa!!😭)

Note: I will NEVER stop writing for karma 😤😤😤

Honestly?

He doesn't even really notice you at first.

Another student in class-E, just like any other.

Obviously that is until you managed to score higher than him in maths during exam season.

It started off as a miniature rivalry, very one-sided might I add.

He'd come to you smirking by the end of the next exam with a mark higher than yours only to be surprised when you smile widley and congratulate him.

Every. Single. Time.

Huh?

You're not supposed to do that, your eyes are supposed to burn with determination and annoyance. You're supposed to snatch that paper from his hands and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

Clearly not.

Its not even a fake smile, there isn't even a hint of malice in your eyes.

It's almost as if you're happy for him.

You don't even know him, not properly at least.

This really changes perspectives for the assassin so now he's shifted into doing everything in his power for your recognition.

Which doesn't seem to be very hard to gain as he notices that you're a bit popular in class.

Not entirely popular, but if students come up to you they'll only get a sweet greeting every time as if they're a long-time friend of yours.

You're basically Koro-sensei's golden child. Wide sparkling eyes every time you put your hand up in class to you answer his questions, he could weep at how adorable you are.

Everyone comes up to you for anything really.

Help with homework, a quick check in, or just to talk. You're always so easy to talk to, so gentle all the time.

Even Itona will quietly chat with you in a corner.

You're just so...approachable.

In Karma's eyes that's unfair. He needs to catch your attention and now.

Maybe to prove something to himself or just boredom, he doesn't need a reason.

So now he's the one asking for homework help. He can answer the questions in his sleep, you know it too.

He's still gonna play dumb, tap you on the shoulder and muster up his best clueless look.

Even in class, Karma has "coincidentally" managed to switch seats to be your desk partner.

You didn't hear it from me but maybe an octopus-like teacher has something to do with that.

Anyway.

Now that you're basically knee to knee with him in class, this allows karma to charm his way into your every day life.

Constantly stealing away your time with anything he can possibly think of.

He'll do this thing where he just wraps his arms around your shoulders and sultry whine into your ear.

"_____, help me please?"

He'll even throw in a pout.

Nagisa has to pry him off of you.

You don't even ask why he's suddenly around you nearly 24/7, you're just glad to be of help really and though you think he's a bit strange he's quite sweet.

A well known charismatic (possible) sadist, but sweet.

Class trip? He's sitting next to you on the bus.

Getting ice-cream? He already knows your favourite flavour.

Study session? You'll need to work together, being the two top students in class it would only be sensible to partner up for academics. This lead to him coming over a lot and vice versa, need to keep those grades up you know.

Spending the weekend at home? Don't be silly, you're flying to the country of your choice on a whim with a certain red-haired 'friend' of yours.

Having rich absent parents really does come in handy sometimes.

But this whole game is tiring him out.

You've gotten close, yes. He's flustered you plenty, yes. But you haven't confessed to him at all!

It's infuriating.

He wants you to like him at least, because he's teetering on the edge of obsession for you.

Because 'friends' don't hold hands all the time, they don't hug longingly or stay up late thinking of the other.

It'll all click in to place when he just goes red in the face, kisses your cheek once and just spews his feeling out like a flood.

"I like you."

"...Oh."

(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ )

Coughing, he'll look away and pretend like nothing happened while trying desperately to renew his previous charm.

Just say you like him back, he's already maxed out on embarrassment.

#headcannons #anime #fiction #fluff #assclass x reader #assassination classroom x reader #assassination classroom #karma assassination classroom #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #hes so babygirl #thank u for ur ask! #this was sitting in my drafts for so long im so sorry 😭

[tangyangie]

karma general dating headcanons!

— first of all.. he definitely teases you. way more than anyone else. like, if him teasing the class was a 10 on the scale, you'd be a 26.

— he likes to poke you. there's no specific reason, you're just so.. pokeable. he likes to see your skin smush beneath his finger as you face slowly gets more annoyed. he will stop eventually, if you ask him to.

— he likes to buy you things. he will get you gifts that you've only mentioned once before, as a general thought. it's honestly baffling how closely he listens to what you say.

— he learns as much as possible about your tastes. you like a certain music artist? he's memorized the discography in one day. if he sees you browsing a site on how to make a certain dish? he learns how to cook it on the way to the grocery store to get the ingredients.

— he gives you massages. he notices how tense you may get, and wants to relieve this pressure. but, if you make any noise at all, he'll tease the shit out of you. be prepared.

— he does your schoolwork for you. if you forgot to do an assignment right before class, he'll write down the answers as fast as he possibly can. although korosensei probably wouldn't get too angry, you'd rather not deal with the speech.

— he loves to kiss you. a lot. he will completely engulf your face with his lips, all leading up to a final kiss on the lips and a tap on your nose. he constantly amuses you with this predictable pattern. -- one time, you decided to dodge the final kiss, and he acted so offended. he got back at you, though. you didn't escape him that time.

— he's a very light sleeper. if you move at all, he's waking up. just getting up to get a glass of water will make him jerk awake like the earth is destroying itself underneath his feet. you apologize every time, but no amount of sleeping aids helps.

— he initiates a lot of pillow fights. you say something with a little too much of a teasing smile, and he'll get you back by smothering you with a fluffy pillow. you laugh from underneath, but he'll only grab more to destroy you (with love) until you surrender.

— he makes fun of the characters in movies. you watch a horror movie, and he'll be yelling at the screen for the character not to go back to the door, how stupid they're being, and how he'd totally be able to survive whatever the phenomenon is.

— he's the least clumsy person you'll ever meet. he could probably carry ten gallons of water in paint buckets all stacked over each other on his head for 3 miles, and there would be absolutely no drop spilled.

— he likes to take you on fun dates. you'll both find an old park with a tire swing, and you'll hang out there every day eating oranges while hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

— he's a drama queen. he'll fall backwards theatrically with the back of his hand on his forehead and gracefully land on the grass. all of this because you refused to skip class with him.

— he's extremely protective. i don't think i need to mention this, but if he hears that anyone even laid a finger on you, he'll go pay them a friendly visit. they won't be coming to school for at least a week.

— he steals blankets. although it's mostly when he sleeps, he does it when he's awake, too. you're freezing your ass off? not his problem. (part of him wants you to cuddle up to him and beg him to wrap his arm around you.)

notes: this was so much fun to make!! i need to make more headcanons of random people who i'm thinking of atm..

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #karma #ass class #assassination classroom #karma akabane #fluff #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma #akabane karma x reader #akabane #karma headcanons #assassination classroom x reader #headcanon #headcanons #dating headcanons #general headcanons #ew #korosensei #y/n #he's a swiftie i know it #reader fic

[laurzzz]

Boys getting a suprise sneak attack hug from princess.

I could actually see them just picking the princess up and leaving while still hugging her. It fun to me

Majestic Oppositions: Surprise Sneak Attack Hug!

Ngl I kinda half-assed all of these but I hope you like it though! I'll go back into my cave and rest... I'll work on comms again next week and more of MO. Anyway, close ups under the cut!

Majestic Oppositions is an AU that I made about Assassins DCA x Royal Y/N. You can read the fic of the full series as I work on it here!

Sun:

Moon:

Eclipse:

#food #laursdraws #majestic oppositions #dca fandom #assassins au #royalty au #assassin sun #assassin moon #assassin eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf eclipse #y/n x sun #y/n x sundrop #y/n x moon #y/n x moondrop #y/n x eclipse #fluff #hugging #cw bright colors

[angelltheninth]

Your Rival Assassin Falls in Love with You

Pairing: Male!Assassin x Assassin Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, rivals to lovers, kissing, flirting, kill kill fall in love, sexual tension, injuries

A/N: I want to do more original writing. It's fun.

Rival!Assassin isn't obsessed with you and it really is a coincidance that you're picking so many same targets

Rival!Assassin keeps count of how many henchmen each of you killed on your way to the main target so he can gloat about it

Rival!Assassin pushes you out of harms way but disguises it by then getting his own kill shot at the target

Rival!Assassin doesn't let you see his injuries, they were his own fault, unless you're looking for an excuse to see him naked

Rival!Assassin acts like he hates it when you find the same small hiding place and your body is fully pressed against his

Rival!Assassin teases you by telling you that's not his gun or a knife that's pressing against your hip, besides if you think he wouldn't get excited about you then you haven't bugged his apartment yet

Rival!Assassin is willing to admit the two off you work well together and probably make a great duo but your competition is more fun

Rival!Assassin loves that you keep him on his toes, it's never boring with you around, even if the job itself seems so

Rival!Assassin can't stop himself from kissing you when he sees you covered in blood of your target, he's not even mad he didn't get it because the sight was so hot

Rival!Assassin finally asks you to go on a date with him but wants to keep your work relationship with all the competitive banter you've build up over the years

#assassin x reader #rival x reader #assassin imagine #assassin fanfic #assassin fluff #assassin x you #assassin romance #assassin x female reader #boyfriend imagine #boyfriend headcanons #original writing #x female reader

[celestie0]

taglist for choso x reader zombie au fanfic

hellooo i've been itching sooo bad to write some sort of au with choso in it and i've just decided to go ahead and start writing it. just wanted to make this post to see if anyone wants to be added to the taglist for it in advancee for when i've got the first chapter up. if you want to read a bit more about what i've got planned for it here's a lil summary as well as some tags:

ᰔ pairing. zombie au - zombie killer choso x assassin reader (f) ᰔ summary. in a world overrun by the undead, choso kamo is a name feared throughout the world--a man with unparalleled skill, the renowned "zombie killer" who leaves a trail of corpses behind in his wake. but he is a lone wolf, his location consistently evaded by any of the major post-apocalyptic factions across all continents. you are a survivor who has been haunted by endless loss, and your fiancé is among the countless missing since the outbreak began. forced to adapt and survive, you've honed your own intellect and strategic abilities, establishing yourself as a formidable re-conqueror of territory to establish livable areas for civilians. in a chance encounter with a mysterious organization called The District, you're told they have information on your fiancé's whereabouts, which they will offer you contingent on one condition: that you track down and kill choso kamo. ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, angst, smut, fluff (sort of), heavyyy enemies to lovers they're literally gonna be trying to kill each other lol, forbidden romance/cheating, gore, character deaths, slow burn, post-apocalyptic, dark themes, psychological trauma, moral dilemma, also many of the other jjk characters will be in it

if you're interested and would like to be tagged please reply to this post!! thank you if you're interested, i'm so excited to write it i've been planning it in my head for a while <3 much love

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #jjk #jjk fanfiction #choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso x you #enemies to lovers #assassin #zombie au #zombie fanfiction #jjk smut #jjk angst #jjk fluff #post apocalyptic #post apocalyptic au #anime #manga #romance #tension #jealousy #jealousy trope

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: while you + your husband just want to stay warm in your bed, duty calls once again; a/n: i actually really love this one and hope you lovelies do, too!; cw: explicit mentions of sex, canon-typical assassins, soft!bucky; pairing: bucky x f!reader, fatws era

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The first sound you hear in the morning is a low moan that rises from the depths of a throat, and so too does the arm around your waist tighten slightly in the slow, drawn-out waking from sleep. A shock of dark hair buries further in your neck from behind, as if taking in your scent.

It sounds again, that quiet complaint, a lighter note than what comes through beneath. You can’t make out its origin but nor do you care; you hear only those moans.

Breath still warm from sleep in the furrow of your neck, its join to the shoulder; the closeness of two loved bodies still naked from a night — and dawned morning — of sex.

This is all that you care for — all that takes your thoughts as your stir. What you know is the smell of the man that you love as he makes his sleep-guided protests.

For you hear it now quite plainly as your eyes part on the room; an obnoxiously loud, deep knocking on your wooden apartment front door. Worse still is how it is coupled with the sound of a voice growing further irate, and one that you thought inconsiderate when taking in the hour.

It was just six a.m.

But Sam Wilson wasn’t known for his patience — not when it came to you and your husband. His voice rang out through the walls as you sighed and ignored him, curling more against Bucky. “You guys, will you get your damn asses out of bed?” Clearly, he was wasting no time.

You groaned, hating him for that moment alone, and despising how this time was cut short. You knew this was part of the life that you lived, but today? Did it have to be now? If you turned in those arms that you loved so well, you knew you wouldn’t get up from this bed.

Frankly, these slow days spent undressed and flush against him were the best ones, and his sleepy smile most precious.

He clearly agreed.

Because as you lifted his hand from your waist between yours and raised it to your lips for a kiss, he once again made that low sound — though this time much deeper, a deliberate message. And so it was with aching regret that your smile spread wider, just adoring this man, but still then pulled his hand to the side of the bed, and detached yourself from underneath it.

“M’ not letting you go, you gotta stay.” The words were spoken muffled into pillows, yet you heard them. Knew well enough each nuance of his voice. All it took was his lips at the back of your nape and you were plaint once more in his warmth, and you could swear that you didn’t want anything then as much as just to hold him, and be held. Soon as that, his arm had come up where it was and re-settled, more embracing than before. It was his arm of skin and bone and yet you couldn’t hope to move it, didn’t want to as you huffed a laugh and kissed its side instead.

“Honey, i’m gonna have to get the door,” you murmured quietly, entwining your fingers once more between his and laying it back flush against your stomach. You made no move to get up despite the words you’d just admitted, and despite how Sam’s incessant knocking was only increasing in volume.

At that you spared a brief thought to the mostly old residents of your apartment complex — neighbours of your building who now surely hated the couple at no. 16.

So you yelled out an answer of ‘I’m coming!’, and resigned yourself to just another morning up early. And this time, when you managed to disentangle yourself from Bucky, you laughed as you fumbled away from his reached out attempt to snag your waist back to his side.

You managed to climb up off the bed, yet you still turned back for one lasting kiss.

You couldn’t resist it.

It was always like this, every morning: he stole one more kiss and you let him each time. Only now it wasn’t a blaring alarm you awoke to, like you used to on missions; instead it was the tones of a man gone beyond waiting, and surely only moments away from coming through the goddamn window.

Still, now you just couldn’t care for the world and the demands it would make of your husband, nor for the asks it would claim in due penance for you to atone for your great many sins.

You knew if it was truly urgent then Sam’s tone wouldn’t have been so cranky as it was. Both you and Buck knew your fellow Avenger well enough to know that his old, familiar crabbiness was casual.

So why not let him wait and damn well cook?

And it came to be that you drew out this one sole moment, and you cherished soft lips on your own — familiar lips, more so than your name. They were the same of which you’d given yourself to over and again so gladly, making up years across which you’d spent loving with your heart the very man they belonged to. His hands, too, those that had known and loved each inch of your body, soon found your waist; found each place they could touch as he deepened the kiss — made it lasting, brought heat.

Throughout those seconds that finished too soon, Bucky’s head had reared up from his pillow; eager to pin you beneath him again as you’d spent so many hours last night. As such, he had leant up on his elbows for whatever more access it could grant him to hold you, and as you kissed him you wondered how on earth it got this good; how on earth you were supposed to resist him.

God damn the gorgeous man who wanted to love you all over again, who wanted to say fuck off to the world and have his girl on her back, wanting more. “Cmon, won’t you just come back to bed with me, baby?” he spoke against your lips, voice all breath. Such was the nature of your marriage that these first morning kisses never struck you as gross.

Indeed, it was almost enough to persuade you to ring Sam and ask what he wanted, as your husband’s tongue made a slow show of re-learning your mouth, as his kiss grew more thorough. It was as if he hadn’t had it coaxing out cries from your lips all night long and just hours ago; like he hadn’t been using that mouth to show you just how much he thought his wife to be worth worshipping.

You swore to yourself again and again that you didn’t care just what Sam Wilson wanted; there was Bucky, there was you, there was the night you’d spent in love. There was the cold metal kiss of your husband’s wedding band as it met the warm skin of your waist.

But nor was it in your nature to ignore the very man who had become so like a loved one to you both. In truth, you’d formed a trio that no breadth of years could break, and you knew as well as Bucky did that yes — you’d go to the door.

And so, you did think as you made to get up, that it was almost as if your husband forgot that he alone was not your flat’s great assassin. That for all of what he thought were sly manoeuvres, you could match them. You knew each tell and movement of his body.

When you pulled back he groaned against your mouth once again, though now relented as he watched you retreat. Your eyebrows raised, amused, to see his slowly spreading smile — the look so self-satisfied and male that you knew just exactly where his filthy thoughts had gone to.

It was precisely the place where — if you were honest — your thoughts had not strayed far from all morning.

But now there was no time to indulge them as you let out a laugh so like music to his ears, and swung your legs over the bed at long last and began to search in vain for some clothes.

From sex you were still naked, and so made to grab a sheet to wrap around you. Better still would’ve been Bucky’s shirt or yours, though where they’d been thrown and discarded in your haste for skin on skin was unknown, and you did lack the time to look. So as you fumbled for anything to cover up your modesty — though relished the thought of Sam’s expression if you didn’t when you opened the door — you settled on the sheet with little options remaining, braving the journey from bed.

You left Bucky to his low-toned mumblings as your feet struck bare on the hardwood floor, cursing the shock of the cold and your lack of foresight to have donned your warm woollen socks. Still, it wasn’t as though you could concentrate on much else than the presence outside, and you thought to yourself as you made to the hall that you and Bucky really were out of practice.

Neither one of you had been an active Avenger for the past couple of months, instead testing out this new life. Sam alone continued with the legacy of Captain America while all that you and Bucky prioritised was making up for so many years of lost time. No doubt that was why you now found it so hard to rally your strength, and not only for the fact that your legs were still weak from last night.

Too weak for Bucky’s ego, it would seem.

For it was something that your husband hadn’t failed to notice as you’d stood from your bed just now, his evident pride in a smirk on his face as you threw a one-fingered gesture over your shoulder in response.

You guessed that with so many days spent now together — just like this in your shared home, and sharing love — you were somewhat retired. Yet here Sam was — that early bird — standing just the other side of lacquered wood.

You opened the door on his disgruntled face, smiling sweetly in the small reach of the space. You’d only unlatched the lock but kept the chain in place across, keeping a distance between the two of you as you looked on his deep, furrowed brow. “Good morning,” you offered as you swallowed your mirth, hearing footsteps sounding lightly from your bedroom.

By that alone, God damn your heart for leaping as per always, beating harder just alone from knowing how he shared your space.

But as Sam started off again with an “I swear if you don’t get —” you hastily re-closed the door for a moment to unlatch the chain and pull it open wide.

“Yeah yeah we get it, Wilson, you’re gonna whoop our asses, whatever.” You stood by as he strode through the door, his Falcon wings — though folded — still obtrusive in the space. The apartment you shared with your husband was modest, but enough for two ex-assassins used to cells.

This, by that contrast, was comparative luxury.

And more than that, it was peace. It was life beyond the war and had been years of needed quiet. Or at the very least it had been until oversized birds found it prudent to intrude.

With a brief glance behind at the empty hall and stairwell, you shut the door right after him and re-locked all its bolts. Yes, you may’ve been safe here but you were an assassin; old habits died hard.

“Are you even gonna tell us what you’re here for?” you then thought to ask, hearing Bucky’s choice words coming from the bedroom. The old, small smile that found you was the one he always brought, as the telltale sounds of his cursing revealed that he too was in search for lost clothes.

And you were cold in your sheet.

Indeed, on you voicing the question, it seemed only then Sam noticed you stood practically naked. This was the first time he had looked your way, and you battled with the impulse of teasing.

Because for sure, his eyes had widened and a faint blush had crept up his neck, further darkening the skin of his face that had always been handsome, you knew. Sam fumbled for a response but seemed to find none that would save him, though right then Bucky emerged in the doorway to your bedroom, standing shirtless and looking damn well good for it.

That smile birthed anew.

You supposed meanwhile that you looked a mess with your hair so tangled about you, mussed up as it had been by those hands that you ached for even still, these hours later. It seemed that no matter how many rounds you went, you wanted more of him — all of him — again. And so now, with last night’s makeup smeared around your eyes and lips, it was no secret that the two of you had had a busy night.

And at that, a busy morning too when neither one of you had wanted to stop.

It was then that you caught the first glimpse of your face in reflection in the mirror of your hall, having simply not worried to check yourself before padding out to the front door. Now though, you saw how your neck was so peppered in marks where Bucky’s mouth had been on you; where he had wanted to make himself known on your body in the throes of such passion you’d shared.

Heat pooled between your legs at the thought, and you had at least the good grace to blush. But as you moved out into the living room in wake of Sam’s progression, you touched a self-conscious hand to your skin. It did nothing for the place your mind strayed to; still, you now relived the feel of him.

You and Bucky alone knew how much further those marks travelled — knew they grouped at the curve of your breasts and down to your stomach, growing sparse from there on. Precisely why that was, as well, you both kept to yourselves; how the need had overtook and then centred his mouth on parts of you much harder to bruise.

Parts that now were remembering well how his tongue had felt bringing release.

God, once you got him to yourself once again you’d be paying him back for the ache.

Frankly, it was a blessing that Sam didn’t have the super soldier senses you did. Both you and Bucky were loath to think of just how much worse it could’ve been; of how much more deeply indignant Sam’s sounds of complaint would be then, as to now.

The whole apartment — you both — just spelt out sex. Blatant sex.

“Sam, are you eyeing up my wife?” Bucky leant against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, one eyebrow cocked up on the same side that one corner of his mouth had turned up in wry humour.

Sam’s head snapped to him, and he let out a groan. “Oh, man — you too? You guys are nasty.”

Because as he stood there in the rays of the sun so newly risen that were coming through your slatted window blinds, you saw twin marks all along Bucky’s neck that matched your own — saw them going further down his chest.

Purple marks — clear love bites — pinched his fairer skin to bruised, light in places where your teeth alone had dragged, deeper still where you’d sucked.

Neither one of you now had the presence to look or feel ashamed. It just wasn’t true, and any embarrassment you’d felt had diminished with the shadows on his skin.

In fact, as your eyes appraised your recent handiwork, you felt stirrings much more deliberately south than of shame. And warmer, too.

Loving him was easier than breathing and you missed him even as you stood just feet away.

So clutching the sheet to your body despite how it dwarfed your height trailing behind, you crept in a weighed down shuffle to your husband’s bare side, sidling into his hold. In an instant, his arm settled firm on your waist, now in company just like as in private.

“Sam we’re not nasty, we’re married.” You tried to appease him, just rolling your eyes.

“Yeah right,” he relented in that sarcastic tone, and you shook with your restraint against laughing.

It was precisely the relationship the three of you had for him to be like this, to tease you this way. And God bless his heart, but you loved him — and knew Bucky cared for him just the same, too.

With his name in your head all over again, thoughts of last night played out in a montage. It moved in rapid fire but you stamped it out right then, pressing a kiss to his chest as you turned your head just so, to the side and to his skin. Right now wasn’t the time to get once again desperate for your husband to fuck you, though it was hard to remember that fact when you looked down upon him at what he was wearing.

It was now that you noticed up close — and with Sam no longer standing between you — that he stood in only black sweatpants, those you’d just bought and loved getting him out of.

Seriously, you needed to be physically restrained. Your cheeks were heating fever-white in a blush, beyond dignity’s hope.

Your eyes closed lightly and a hum moved past your lips as that good warmth once again found you, though this time again from the slanted light that managed to come in through the blinds. It did little to dismiss the growing ache of your arousal, but you knew that whatever news Sam had now brought would mean all hope of lazy Sundays postponed.

Bucky’s arm tightened its hold for a moment in affection and you gave a squeeze back, laying a hand to the small of his back and then moving on past him to the bedroom, to get ready.

You sifted through drawers looking for clothes to put on that were suitable, though for what you didn’t know. And so it was then that Bucky asked that fatal question: Why. Asked for what you’d both been drawn awake and out of effectual retirement.

“So what exactly did you get us out of bed for? I hope for your sake it was worth it.” And though his tone was light you knew he too played back last night, seeing how that sun had played upon your skin from underneath him; how your lips had left red stains where they’d traversed his chest, lower still to his waistband …

Shower water ran hot for you both as you came back into the room, eyes moving between them from one to the other, not landing until either of them spoke. You’d heard each word of their pointed conversation; read the ones that went unsaid between the lines.

Sam hadn’t answered the question.

He saw you both so happy and he hated to disrupt it.

And so your stomach dipped this time in a much different way than to earlier, and with a feeling so much less of pleasure as Sam pursed his lips and said, “It would be better if I showed you.”

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#fanfic #fanfic writer #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x wife!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female!reader #marvel fanfic writer #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel fics #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x assassin!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fics #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky x female yn #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes

[firegal19]

Bucky: *walks into Y/n’s room to see her standing on her bed*

Bucky: Y/n, why are you standing on the bed?

Y/n: It’s my room Dad. I can stand wherever I want

Bucky: *sighs* Where’s the spider? Y/n: UNDER THE DESK, PLEASE GET IT

#bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x teen!reader #bucky barnes incorrect quotes #incorrect bucky barnes #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel fluff #marvel mcu #incorrect marvel cinematic universe #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect marvel #bucky x teenager hydra assassin #avengers incorrect quotes #Bucky x avenger daughter #incorrect avengers #Ex hydra assassin terrified of a tiny spider

[abhainnwhump]

I will never turn down a Whumper going out to assassinate Whumpee, only to realize they're too sweet and/or pretty and they can't do it, falling in love with Whumpee instead. They know their boss is going to probably kill them, but they refuse to harm, much less kill Whumpee. They don't deserve it.

#I'm thinking of two ships for this #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #is this whumper to whumpee or whumper to caretaker? #whumper turned caretaker #whump fluff #whumper x whumpee #whumpee x caretaker #assassin whumper #i love this trope so much

[cosmic-waves7]

Hiii, can I request asano x reader x karma in poly relationship scenario/headcanons? I want a lot of fluff pls

Note: omg I've been dying to this awee, Btw Fem pronouns are used <3

...How?

How did you three even happen??

Class E is flabbergasted.

Honestly, they didn't think Asano was ever going to be capable of removing that stick up his ass, much less for you and Karma of all people.

But your trio is the ultimate power couple of the school and koro-sensi is fangirling hard.

Since Asano is the son of the school principle when I say power couple I mean power. Couple.

Karma likes to joke around and use that as a threat to the rest of the students so -

Both the boys argue a lot so you're the glue that makes this relationship stick.

Doesn't mean you're ever less appreciated.

It also doesn't mean that the two don't love each other dearly.

They love spoiling you.

Definitely make it a competition to see who can one up the other to "win" your heart once more.

It's all in good fun and both know that they are just as much loved and cherished as the other to you.

But still, Karma is going to win that ungodly sized plushie for you at the carnival fair.

Yes. Still Asano will take you out to the most extravagant dinners he can muster.

It's their love language, besides being annoying of course.

Other than that they are so. cute. Together.

Your camera roll is filled with pictures of them cuddled up and asleep.

Who knew Asano could be a little spoon when you're not around.

Karma constantly teases him about it only to be kissed to shut up.

Study datesss.

Asano refused to have slackers as loving partners.

When your in public there'll be next to zero pda besides like hand holding.

Some people may even question you three are even in a relationship rather than just a very good friendship.

That is until they see Karma poking at you and Asano nagging at him like a married couple.

In private it's a whole other story.

Cutesy couple energy to the max.

They still argue tho.

"Put them doWN-"

"noo~" :3

Emotionally constipated + extremely touch starved = very clingy boyfriends

With one another and with you espically.

Both Like feeding u and each other but in private.

They don't look it but domesticity is the way to their hearts.

Easily jealous obviously but they have very peculiar ways to go about their jealousy.

I'm talking thinly veiled threats of murder kind of ways.

They aren't whiny, very confident and powerful personas. If anything they can be quite mean.

Evil even.

But they love youu~

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#headcannons #anime #fiction #fluff #assclass #assclass x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma assassination classroom #asano assassination classroom #assassination classroom #asano gakushuu #karama akabane #karma #karma x reader #karma akabane x reader #asano x reader #gakushuu asano x reader

[tangyangie]

What do you think Karma would react if his s/o sat on his lap?

— 𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘. 𝄪

notes. uh oh !! i hate him (i love him but AUGH he's so annoying)

OHMYGOD he's such an asshole.

he's probably the reason why you're sitting in his lap in the first place. you're about to sit next to him when he just pulls you and plops you down onto his lap.

or, you could've done this on your own.

probably makes a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise and shakes his head playfully. then proceeds to tease the life out of you.

makes eye contact. looooots of eye contact and an innocent-looking smile that's spouting (not-so-innocent) words.

does whatever it takes to get you flustered. if you try get up to leave, he just wraps his arms tight around you and buries himself in your chest.

or, you might not have the ability to leave in the first place. that's a definite possibility—he probably holds you in place with a very firm grip. he's strong, we all know this very well...

so, there's almost no chance of you getting to escape.

anyways, he's definitely surprised if you initiate this. he doesn't show it on his face, but if he had less control of his facial features, his eyebrows would be near the moon and his mouth would be in the core of the earth.

after he thinks he's done making fun of you (for now...) he'll probably give you a kiss. short, but lingering.

he's so unpredictable, though—there's so much he could do from this point.

he might suddenly stand up and throw you onto his back to give you a piggy-back ride. he might cradle you in his arms like a baby while continuing to make fun of you. he might toss you onto the couch and bury you with pillows (and kisses).

point is, he does soooo much to be extra and annoy you. but... he does let you know he loves you a lot !!

notes. guys i think i'm going crazy i have literally so many little dreamland scenarios in my head of all my favs. (they're the only thing that gets me through school so i don't want them to go i'll stay crazy)

i think i'm kinda getting back into the groove of things...

#screaming in the void #and the void screams back #fluff #assassination classroom #ass class #hee hee #karma #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #akabane karma x reader #karma x reader #akabane x reader #assassination classroom x reader #ass class x reader #mwahahaggagagaa #that was unintentional #reader fic #gn reader

[p4ndawrites]

Love never felt easier

Tags: Female Reader, love interest insert, no mention of Y/N

Hey Guys! So this is just me getting back into writing so sorry if it's a bit rusty. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

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She loved him. Didn't she?

The constant thrum of her heartbeat that spiked when he was around had proven that. Though she played it off easily considering how playful she was around others, but surely…

Surely, this was different.

Perhaps it started with the small things, like noticing the way he would tap his pencil on the desk to fill the silence, the constant 'ticking' serving as a way for others to know that he was bored. Or how he wasn't afraid to be himself even if others thought negatively about him. The happy, over-the-top personality that somehow made it so much easier to hide the growing feelings she felt under a veil of irritation yet also made it difficult to hide the smile that almost always appeared when he was around.

When had it even started? Was it after she threatened to hit him with her bag? Or was it when she asked him over for their weekly movie night?

Maybe it had started when he had stayed over the night last month and woke to her silent sobs that she thought she could get out without waking him. When he wrapped his arms around her, teasing her in hopes her anger would overtake her sadness (no one said he was good at comforting others, but the thought counts) because he'd rather see her yelling than crying. How she had woken up that morning to his blanket being thrown over her own, him lying asleep on the other couch that somehow had been pulled closer to her own.

Or maybe, just maybe it had been because he never spoke of it again. He would tease and nag, but he'd never ask her why she was crying because he knew that she would have told him if she were comfortable with it.

Either way, the point is that she fell for him, hadn't she? Every action, every smile, every word, she had softened quite a bit recently towards him. No longer would she snap at him as much as she did before, seeming to go for more of a teasing approach just to see his smile widen as he took on the challenge.

Now that she thinks about it, she probably had been in love with him for a while and only realized it now when it was too much to ignore. People seem to think that it's easy for one to notice when their feelings change for someone, but how do you know when everything feels the same?

Same words, different font.

The point is, she's pretty sure that she fell for him. Now what should she do? No one gave detailed instructions on how to deal with the emotion, and now she was completely in the dark.

But all in all, no matter how irritating he may be and how many times she wished he had an off switch, she's glad she fell for him.

Because even though she's in the dark about what to do now, he'll be the light to pull her out of it.

He always is.

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Do not steal work or repost as your own

#hawks x reader #marius von hagen x reader #denki kaminari x reader #gojo satoru x reader #itadori x reader #oikawa toru x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #anime x reader #dazai x reader #mha x y/n #bsd dazai #jjk x reader #mha fanfiction #fluff #wrote this in 20 minutes lol #I'm probably gonna delete it if I hate it but we'll see #writing slump #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #dunno what other characters to add lol #akabane karma x reader #jjk fluff #mha fluff #tot fluff #assassination classroom fluff #haikyuu fluff

[webslinger-holland]

The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 7

Summary: The day of the vote has finally arrived. As the senator prepares her departure to the senate, the assassin makes one final attempt which ends up causing more destruction than anticipated.

Warning: language, suggestive sexual content, assassination attempt, weapons used (guns and bombs), sniper/shooter/assassin mentioned, characters getting shot at, blood lose and major bodily injuries, slight language, somebody dying

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 4.4k words

Series Masterlist

An agreement had been reached the following morning. Despite their growing feelings for one another, the sergeant and senator came to realize that they could never truly be together. Should it come out that they were a thing, they'd both be demoted from their positions and the sergeant would be decommissioned. Therefore, they decided the sever the connection altogether. And it was the most painful thing either of them had to do.

For whatever time they had left working together, they created boundaries with one another to prevent feelings from developing any further. The distance between the two was bound to cause a deeper longing to reunite. But they knew this couldn't happen and their time was running out.

In the morning, Senator Rayna made the decision to fill out the application form for a new escort. Signing her name had never been so difficult in her life and sending the form off to the guard only caused tears to well in the corners of her eyes.

There was no point in putting it off, especially since Echo knew about it and it would have only been a matter of time before the others found out. As the leader of the group, Hunter ended up breaking the news to them when they arrived that day. He explained that the senator sent in the paperwork and that they should be receiving new orders any day now.

The Bad Batch took the news with mixed emotions. While they missed being in action on the field, there was something simple about protecting a senator in a busy city. It seemed like Crosshair was the only one who was the most pleased with the news, muttering a "finally" under his breath.

The Senator of Coruscant had been standing near the back of the room, listening to the entire conversation with her head hanging low. Her heart never ached so badly then it did in that moment. She tried keeping the tears back.

The memories of their night spend together weighed heavy on her mind, wishing more than ever that she'd be able to have that again with him. Though it was highly unlikely.

After breaking the news, Hunter's eyes drifted up to gaze at the senator from across the room. Only Y/n was quick to look away in order to avoid any more unnecessary pain. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, to touch her arm and reassure her that everything was going to be alright even if they weren't there. But he just couldn't do it.

What drew Hunter out of his thoughts was when Echo went up to approach him. He saw the conflict behind his eyes and in his demeanor. He brought a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

"That couldn't have been an easy conversation for you two," Echo noted with a sense of concern in his voice.

"No," Hunter hung his head low. He pushed the pain in his heart away. "It wasn't."

"You really did care about her, didn't you?" Echo wondered. He tilted his head to the side slightly.

"Still do," Hunter acknowledged painfully with a shrug of the shoulders. "Just...can't do anything about it now."

With some hesitation, Echo nodded his head as if to say he understood where he was coming from. He gave his shoulder a couple pats, reassuring him that he'd get over this eventually. But Hunter wondered if he truly could.

Near the back of the room, Crosshair managed to sneak his way over to stand right beside the senator. He leaned back against the wall and cross his arms over his chest. His eyes briefly glanced up at Hunter from across the room, curious to what Echo was talking to him about. He struck up his own conversation.

"He looks miserable," Crosshair grunted. He pulled a single toothpick out of his box, popping it into his mouth to naw on. "Makes you wonder what kinds of things were said between you two yesterday."

"It was a private conversation," Y/n said sourly. She wore an evident frown on her face. "What was said is meant to stay private."

"It doesn't matter anyways," Crosshair shrugged off. "Because we'll be shipped off soon. And everything will go back to normal like how it always should have been."

His words sounded like they were laced with fire. The senator turned her body to face him, staring up at him with a slight look of shock on her face.

"You've never liked me," Senator Rayna pointed out. "From the moment you got here, I could only see the contempt behind your eyes."

"I don't just dislike you," Crosshair pushed off the wall to face her. He leaned down to be eye level and pushed himself forward slightly. With narrowed eyes, Crosshair spat out how he truly felt: "I despise you."

Upon hearing those words, Senator Rayna's face only dropped. A massive wave of newfound hurt sought to drown her and consumed her entire body. She felt the tears gathering in her eyes, which she tried to hide because she knew it would only bring him satisfaction.

"W-What have I ever d-done to you?" Y/n said through her tears.

"It's not what you did to me. It's what you did to him," Crosshair acknowledged. He tipped his head to gesture to his oldest brother from across the room. She turned her head to look towards the sergeant. "You made him weak and soft," Crosshair scowled.

The sniper took a step towards her, which only caused her to stumble over her own feet as she put distance between them. He towered over her to intimidate her. She hated to admit that it was working.

"If anything happens to you, I wouldn't give a damn because that would mean we'd finally be rid of you. Leaving this place will be the best thing to happen for this squad," Crosshair spat down at her.

"Crosshair," Hunter's voice called from across the room.

Neither of them turned their heads to address him, but they knew he was looking directly at them.

"That's enough," Hunter scolded.

For a brief moment, Crosshair and Y/n had forgotten about Hunter's enhanced senses, particularly his hearing. Their entire exchange hadn't gone unheard. He heard every word of hatred that came from his brother and he resented him for it.

Because the senator didn't deserve to be treated that way and if his brother had a problem with how he was acting, then he should have confronted him instead.

"We should get going. I don't want the senator to miss the vote," Hunter announced.

The senator didn't care about the speech she had given a week prior, the vote that was about to happen, or even the results that she worked so hard for. Her mind had been completely captivated by her sergeant that she couldn't have.

Without wanting to cause any further arguments, the Bad Batch proceeded to follow the senator out of her office. They followed directly behind her and would escort her to the vote. However, Crosshair and Hunter lingered behind for a brief moment until the room was completely empty.

In that moment, Hunter sent his brother a glaring look of disapproval and complete anger. His hands had subconsciously clenched into tight fists at his sides. He looked away and started heading towards the door of the office, but right as he met the threshold, Crosshair finally broke the silence.

"You fucked her, didn't you?" Crosshair's tone didn't seem to waver.

Upon hearing those words, Hunter stopped short in his steps. His shoulders began to tense up and his hands remained clenched. It was getting harder to him to not blow up. He didn't say anything at first.

His silence was enough of an answer.

"That's why this has been so hard for you. You got attached," Crosshair pointed out.

Slowly, Crosshair went to approach his the doorway in which his brother stood. He let out a small scoff, quickly glancing him up and down.

"Didn't think you had it in you. Hope you left her feeling satisfied," Crosshair spoke with venom in his tone. He threw another toothpick into his mouth before wordlessly making his exit. The sergeant was left alone in the room, but the weight of his guilt was ever present.

The hired hitman felt a single bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face as he hid behind one of the pillars in the sniper's nest. He clutched a small device in his hands, hanging his thumb over a solid red button. He waited for the perfect moment.

Unbeknownst to the Bad Batch, there were three hidden bombs scattered around the landing platform that they just walked out on. One of the bombs was hidden right underneath the airspeeder and had been activated a couple minutes ago. Any electronic frequencies from the bomb would remain hidden since it was attached to a vehicle that also emitted frequencies. The other two bombs were yet to be activated.

The sniper was careful to peer around the pillar; his gaze fell on the small group walking across the platform and heading directly towards the airspeeder. He pressed the single red button which activated the countdown from one of the other bombs.

In that exact moment, Hunter froze in his place. He held up his hand to stop the rest of the group. His eyes seemed to narrow in slight confusion as his hearing focused on the little faint beeping sound coming from the opposite side of the platform. He looked over his shoulder, settling his sights on the entrance of the building they just came from. He felt the frequencies radiating heavily from one specific area.

"What is it, Hunter?" Echo inquired.

"There is a bomb nearby," Hunter whispered under his breath.

"A bomb?" Wrecker repeated just a little too loud. He quickly looked around as if he magically spot it. He raised his own blaster a little higher. "Where is it? I'll take it out."

"Not your brightest plan," Crosshair said while rolling his eyes.

"We must calculate our steps," Tech pointed out. "Any certain movement could trigger it."

"Wait for my signal," Hunter order. He began to make his way through the group, heading back towards the center of the platform.

"Hunter," Y/n called after him. "I don't like this."

"Don't worry," Hunter reassured her with a small smile. "If anything happens, Tech will stay to protect you."

"Alright," Y/n agreed. "Just be careful."

With some hesitation, Hunter started walking back towards the entrance of the building. He had retrieved his own blaster from his holster and now held it up. He peered through the scope in hopes of spotting something. He waved his hand to signal the other members to follow him.

Now Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair began moving towards the center of the platform with their own weapons raised. They scouted the peaks in the tower, searching for any sign of the sniper. Back near the airspeeder, Tech made sure to stand relatively close to the senator in case anything happened. He held his blaster in front of him.

Kneeling down, Hunter spotted the small beeping device that was tucked behind one of the pillars. He felt a tight knot forming in his stomach at the mere sight of an active bomb in front of him. He quickly called for Wrecker to disarm it.

Slowly, Hunter forced himself to rise to his feet so that Wrecker was able to get into position. He spun around on the heels of his feet in order to face the senator. He gave a single wave of the hand as if to say they had the situation handled.

Suddenly, Hunter could feel his heart dropping so fast in the pit of his stomach as his eyes landed on the same beeping device hidden underneath the speeder. He broke into a run, urging them to get down. But it was much too late for that.

The device had detonated, which sparked an explosion of destructive fire that consumed everything. There was a loud and echoing boom that caused ears to start ringing in pain. The shockwave that came from the explosion only pushed the others back to the ground. The bright red, yellow, and orange flames only grew as more fuel was added from the airspeeder. Cracks had begun to form on the platform and black smoke surrounded them.

Just as the device had detonated, Hunter had lost sight of the two people standing in front of the speeder. Their bodies disappearing in the midst of flame and smoke. Before he knew it, Hunter was lying on the ground having been thrown back from the blast. He rolled onto his side.

The sergeant groaned in slight pain. He held his arm up to shield his visor from the blinding flames. He did manage to find his footing as he stood on two shaky feet. He quickly turned around to find his other brothers behind him which brought a wave of relief over him. But that also didn't last long because the other two bombs detonated a second later.

The Bad Batch was knocked down from the force of the blast and debris falling around them. The pillars from the building caved from the destructive explosion, crumbling down and striking the platform with such force that it made deeper cracks. More clouds of black smoke swept around their bodies and the ash began fluttering through the air. The world disappeared underneath the veil of darkness, claiming the conscious mind of the sergeant.

The dust had failed to settle anytime soon. With the fire still burning steadily, a thick aroma of black smoke consumed the area. The platform could be heard groaning in pain because the supports holding it up had been compromised. It was only a matter of time before parts of the platform began to give way.

On the sidelines, Tech had to take a moment to gather himself. He had only just come to a second ago. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Tech tried to ignore the painful ache that consumed his entire body. His armor had done its job of protecting him from the explosion, but it had still grown hot to the touch from the flames.

Rolling onto his back, Tech's eyes drifted to the bright blue sky above him. He pushed himself into a sitting position, finally turning to address some of his surroundings. There was a small explosion on his left, which caused him to wince roughly and cower behind his arm.

"D-Does anyone copy?" Tech spoke into his communication system, silently praying that someone would hear his message. "I-I r-repeat: does anyone copy?"

The line remained silent much to his dismay.

Forcing himself to stand, Tech tried to use his helmet to scan the area in search for any remaining lifeforms. His visor illuminated the form of a red body underneath some heavy debris not too far away from him. He quickly made his way over to the body, mindfully avoiding the cracks below him.

Upon closer inspection, Tech had recognized the figure belonging to that of the senator. He knelt down beside her unconscious form, desperately searching for a way to lift the heavy debris off her body. Though Tech didn't ignore the fact that the side of her head was dripping with blood, having sustained a traumatic head injury. Right now, Tech just needed to get her out of there.

"If anyone can hear me, the senator is down. I repeat: the senator is down." Tech announced through the communication line though it came through super spotty to the others. As the other squad members came to their senses, the words 'senator' and 'down' were coming through their helmets.

Despite his efforts, Tech was unable to lift the cement debris by himself. He tried a couple times; He pulled and pushed with all of his might to move the huge chuck of pillar, but he wasn't the muscle of the group.

All of the sudden, Tech was able to hear a familiar groaning coming from the cloud of smoke beside him. The familiar figure of the biggest group member appeared to pierce through the smoke. He slowly trudged towards his brother while holding his arm and limping slightly.

"Wrecker!" Tech exclaimed. "I've never been more happy to see you."

"Yeah," Wrecker groaned in slight pain as he approached his brother. "Good to see you too, Tech."

The platform shook slightly under the added weight to that specific area. In response, Tech's eyes fell onto a large crack developing on the ground near them. He realized that the platform was beginning to fall away. He looked up at his brother with wide eyes.

"Watch your step," Tech ordered strategically. "This place could give away at any second."

With a firm nod, Wrecker made sure to watch his steps carefully and maneuvered his way over to them both. He quickly found a sturdy place to stand. He bent his knees and took hold of the debris.

"I'll lift. You pull her out," Wrecker explained. He counted down from three before lifting the heavy piece of cement upwards a couple inches. It was just enough space for his brother to pull the senator out.

Once the senator was secure, Wrecker slowly lowered the pillar back down onto the platform while being careful not to destroy the ground. He knelt down beside them just as Tech began scanning the senator with his data pad.

"How bad is she?" Wrecker inquired with a sad look in his eyes.

"Bad," Tech said blatantly. He typed something into his data pad. "She is suffering from severe internal bleeding and will likely succumb to her injuries if she does not receive immediate medical attention soon."

"We need to get to the Marauder," Wrecker realized.

In another part of the platform, Echo felt like he was reliving what he gone through years ago. The familiar aches and pains were almost too much for his body since he had been close to the explosion. He struggled to compose himself, standing to his feet slowly and shakily. He let out a low groan.

In a brief moment of panic, Echo turned his head to the left and to the right in a desperate attempt of locating the others. He called their names a few times, but failed to receive a response from them. He brought his hand up the the ventilator of his helmet, coughing slightly as he ingested smoke that failed to filter.

"I-If anyone..." Tech's voice cracked through the comms. Echo quickly pressed his finger against the side of his helmet to hear the message more clearly. "Sen-n--nator--d-do-own. M-M-Mauad--now," Tech called.

The only thing going through Echo's mind was how he needed to get to the Marauder. He quickly broke off into a sprint back towards the building with every intention of retrieving the ship from one of the other platforms. He shielded himself from the burning flames and rising smoke, risking it all for the mission.

"I'm o-on...my...way," Echo's voice spoke through the weak communication line.

Upon hearing the broken message, Tech and Wrecker breathed a small sigh of relief. They could rest easy for a moment knowing that help was on it's way and that another one of their brothers was alive. They glanced at each other before redirecting their attention back to helping the senator.

"Senator?" Tech spoke softly while gazing down at her. "Can you hear me? We need you to wake up."

But she hadn't moved.

All the while, Wrecker watched his brother's hands work quickly and skillfully. He had a handful of gauzes and serums from his pack. Pulling out his data pad again, Tech pressed a button which imitated a blue scan over her entire body. He didn't like the look of what showed up on the screen.

"Brain activity is dangerously low," Tech commented more to himself than anyone.

"W-What does that mean?" Wrecker worried.

"She's dying, Wrecker." Tech replied.

Without hesitation, Tech removed his helmet and tossed it to the side. He proceeded to take off his gloves next. His gaze shuffled down to the large gaping wound on the side of the senator's abdomen. The blood was seeping out of her body at a rapid pace. And Tech didn't know if he could slow it down.

"Wrecker," Tech called. He pointed to the leaking wound on her side. "I need you to apply pressure right here. Don't let up. It will slow the bleeding."

Carefully, Wrecker's large hands hovered over the spot. It took him a second before he finally gave into the internal conflict. He pressed his hands into the fresh wound in hopes of stopping the blood from flowing so quickly. He tried to ignore the way the blood seeped over his fingers. And he had to look away in fear of losing his stomach to the sight of gore.

In the midst of chaos, Hunter was slow to come back to his senses. His body was screaming in pain from the mere force of the blast. He shifted his hands underneath himself, pushing his upper body upwards slightly. His muscles shook as he did so; a small groan escaping past his filtered helmet.

With some difficulty, Hunter was able to get to his feet. He desperately searched for the others, but he couldn't see anything beyond the smoke and debris surrounding him. His senses failed him as well because he couldn't seem to pick up their all-too familiar smell. He called for them over the comms, but it seemed like his helmet was busted.

All of the sudden, a blaster shot came out of nowhere and lodged itself in the back of his right shoulder. The proximity of the shot caused him to stumble forward onto his knees. He grabbed his shoulder in pain, hissing at the sharp pain. He just barely managed to glance over his shoulder to spot the assailant walking through the black clouds of smoke with a blaster raised in his hand.

"I must admit: it hasn't been easy trying to take my target down. You're one hell of a soldier," the mysterious assassin spoke with a deep cynical voice behind his mask. He took a couple more steps forward until he was standing right above the clone.

"What do you want...a medal?" Hunter groaned in slight agony. He gripped his shoulder a little tighter in hopes that it would relieve some of the pain.

"Oh, I don't care about you." He knelt down in front of him, pointing the blaster directly at his face. "I only care about killing the senator and getting paid. I'm looking forward to cashing those credits in."

The assailant was taunting him. The anger and rage began to boil within the sergeant's veins, threatening to break loose at any moment. He held a stoic face, but was biting his tongue until he tasted his own blood. He wanted nothing more than to punch that stupid helmet off the guy's face.

All of the sudden, another random blaster bolt had whizzed through the air. The blaster shot smacked into the center of the assassins chest, sending him flying backwards until he was laying flat against the platform. The sergeant scrambled into a sitting position, shifting to glance over his shoulder. His eyes landed on the familiar sharpshoot pointing his rifle at the body.

For a brief moment, Hunter had never been more relieved to see his brother despite the risk he had taken in shooting the assassin down. He tried to rise to his feet while still holding onto his shoulder. However, Crosshair had joined his side and grabbed his arm. He helped him rise to his feet, double checking to make sure his oldest brother was alright.

"T-Thanks," Hunter said. He looked at his youngest brother with a small hint of pride in his eyes.

"Don't mention it," Crosshair scolded him with a serious look behind his eyes. "I mean it."

Together, Hunter and Crosshair made their way over to the suffering body of the assailant that was still laying on the ground. As they drew closer, Hunter was the first to step forward and kneel down in front of him. He pressed the bottom on the side of mysterious man's helmet, activating the trigger to retract the facemark.

What they both saw was shocking. It was a clone.

However, he wasn't wearing the typical clone armor; this style was coated in black and the mask had dark green eyes. They weren't even sure what generation of clone he would have been. His tactics were far from a regular clone. But he wore the face that millions of clones shared. This was something else, something new.

"This...complicates things," Hunter noted. He furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion. They stood tall above him. "You're just a reg. Why are you trying to kill the senator?"

The clone assassin only let out a crazed laugh, which caused a few steams of blood to escape the corners of his mouth. His body was starting to succumb to his injuries, growing weaker with each passing moment. He looked up at the two enhanced clones, shaking his head slightly.

"L-Like I said, I was just doing a job to get paid."

"Who hired you?" Hunter demanded an answer.

"I'll never tell you," the assassin hissed. "You'll have to shoot me de--"

But the man was never able to finish that sentence because the sharpshooter had shot him once more to silence him forever. He silently strapped his rifle onto his back, turning to walk away and ignoring the look his brother was sending him.

At the given moment, Hunter was overwhelmed with a million different emotions. He wore a shocked expression on his face, not believing what his brother just pulled off. Not only that, but he was also incredibly taken back by the fact that he shot a clone without hesitation. He watched his figure retreat, but he called after him.

"What the hell were you thinking? Shooting a brother like that," Hunter gestured to the motionless body behind him.

"He's not a brother," Crosshair shrugged his shoulders. "He's just another reg. They're disposable."

"We didn't know anything about this clone. What his motives were, where he came from, or why he was trying to kill the senator," Hunter listed off. "He deserved to stand a fair trial," Hunter argued.

Upon hearing this, Crosshair stopped in the middle of his tracks. He threw a brief glance over his shoulder with a taunting smirk gracing his lips. He huffed.

"Starting to sound like your little girlfriend," Crosshair mocked.

"That's enough, Crosshair. You shouldn't have done what you did. You crossed a line," Hunter said through gritted teeth. His hands began to clench at his sides.

"You know...you should be thanking me," Crosshair replied. He was now turned to face his brother head on. "The threat is gone. Your girlfriend is safe. And we can finally leave this place. We completed the mission."

"You killed a clone," Hunter ignored him.

"I completed the mission," Crosshair corrected. The two brothers stared at each other with dangerously narrowed eyes, waiting for the other one to break first. But a familiar voice pulled them out of their internal war.

"H-Hunter...H--Hunter," Echo's voice broke through the communication system. "Come in. D-Do you read me?"

"I hear you, Echo." Hunter spoke while pressing the side of his helmet.

"I-I'm bringing the Marauder around now," Echo explained. The line was starting to get a little clearer and crispy as he spoke. "Tech says we need to get the senator out of here as soon as possible. She doesn't have a lot of time."

"Copy that," Hunter nodded. "We are on our way."

The ship was able to round the side of the building. The wind blasting from the engines was enough to push the clouds of black smoke away from the platform momentarily, providing a clear direction for where the others were on the opposite side. The ship was descending until it hovered right by the edge of the platform.

With great precision, Crosshair and Hunter began to make their way towards the group of others. They avoided the cracks in the ground, coming up beside their fellow brothers. The sergeant took a moment to stare down at the senator's motionless body, surveying her injuries carefully.

Though Tech was still working on bandaging up some of her wounds, Wrecker was still keeping his hands pressed against the gaping hole on her side. He made sure to avoid his sergeant's gaze, feeling a bit helpless in their failed attempt to protect her from harm. The sharpshooter was the only one brave enough to look directly at the sergeant with an all-knowing look in his eyes.

It was like Crosshair was saying it all over again to Hunter. Don't get too attached. Because this is what he'll get.

CHAPTER EIGHT HERE

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[loveackermannn]

begging assassin!levi to not go on missions anymore and to just stay within the comfort of you and your shared cottage..

you pleaded desperately the night before, eyes searching for any sort of hesitation in his eyes that just might prompt him to stay with you for the rest of his days – it sounded so nice, he thought, multiple times over actually.

yet he knows he can't, at least for now.

and how he'd wish to stay with you in bed for just a little longer, to hold you tighter than he already had and kiss you until the sun waves the horizon goodbye.

"please don't leave me again," you'd say so damn earnestly that he couldn't bare to look at you anymore, because if he did, you'd know very well that he'd give in right on the spot.

instead, he sinks his head further into your chest almost as if to drown in you, leaving a lingering kiss that tickles through the barrier of your skin and onto the depths of your heart,

"i'll always find my way back home to you."

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[i-just-like-goats]

Hi! Can I request Karma Akabane x female reader that's like Dazai? She's funny and likes teasing people, but she's secretly very cunning and manipulative and more intelligent than Karma. She's good at fighting, but she uses her brain and cunningness to defeat her opponent, and she proves to be a match against Nagisa. I hope you have a great day/night ❤

Hi anon! Yes I can, anything for my first husbando❤ sorry it took a while loll😅ahh you’re so sweet, hope your day/night is great as well!

Karma x Female Reader

Summary: where the class wants you two to date + in the ask.

Warnings: a brief fight scene. Use of those green rubber knives, tbf it's assassination classroom, so yeah

WC: 1.9k

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Part 2

"Hey Shiota, who's the redhead sleeping in the tree?"

"Hm? Oh that's Karma, I forgot that you haven't met him yet, but it makes sense. He skips class and you joined us very recently,"

"You're rambling. What are you waiting for? Let's go meet him,"

"We should complete the task that Mr Karasuma set us,"

"Fine, fine. Come on,"

You steadied your feet ready for Nagisa to charge. He did the exact opposite and instead walked to you. Your neck tingled.

"Wipe that creepy smile from your face," you teased.

Nagisa took advantage of your momentary distraction to jab the knife towards your torso. You smirked. Too predictable with his surprise attacks. It was the same as yesterday. You easily dodged his arm, grabbed his elbow and shoulder and pinned him down. He struggled under your grasp, but in vain. You lightly tapped the knife on his forehead.

"Your movements are too predictable." You smiled. "Now come on, Karma's the only one I haven't met and you're going to introduce us,"

"Why?" Nagisa rubbed his head, "With your personality, the two of you are bound to become friends quickly,"

"How so?"

"There are some aspects where you're exactly like him,"

"Yo Nagisa," Karma called.

He walked over to a cross legged Naagisa while you crouched next to Nagisa. Karma paused.

"Who's the girl?"

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you,"

"Karma Akabane. The pleasure's all mine,"

Nagisa sighed. Of course the two most dangerous people in his life would get along just fine.

The next morning, Karma actually participated in the lesson. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't intrigued by how you took down Nagisa. Sure Nagisa was the sweetest person that you would ever meet but that made him all the more dangerous. Underneath his cheerful exterior lay a serpent filled with bloodlust. Karma was slightly envious of Nagisa's natural assassin capabilities, so to see his somewhat rival beaten in a battle of wits, it certainly caught Karma's attention.

Once again, Nagisa lay on his back while you smiled.

"Hey L/N, you up for a challenge?"

"Sure,"

"Fight me,"

"Alright Akabane, let's go,"

The class stopped to stare. Two very capable fighters with very distinct fighting styles that almost always guaranteed their win, were going to fight? That was something they could not miss. Even Ms Jelavic stepped outside to see the cause of sudden silence.

"Please don't kill her Karma," Nagisa chided.

"You kidding? I'm going to come at her like I would with Koro sensei." His eyes met yours. "I suggest you do the same,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

You lunged your knife forwards. He easily evaded, then swung his knife with his left hand towards your face. You grimaced, you wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge, so you tilted your head, opened your mouth wide and clamped down on the knife.

“What-”

You let go of the knife and kicked Karma’s abdomen, with enough strength to wind him. He stumbled backwards from the shock. You dropped to the floor and moved your leg to sweep him off his feet.

“Come on, that was futile. I know you can do better than that,”

“You may be right.” You smiled.

You threw your knife directly at Karma’s face. Karma’s eyes widened, he smirked. Creative, but a waste. Everyone gasped.

“But, it looks like I win,”

With a grin, you stood behind Karma with a knife held up to his throat.

“When did you?”

“I borrowed your knife. Sorry, but I noticed the extra knife in your pocket, so I used it without asking first,”

“That’s quite alright, nice observation. That was a fun fight,”

“Thank you, I enjoyed too,”

You lowered his knife from his throat and picked up the knife you threw.

“You’re fast, I didn’t even notice that you moved,”

“It comes with practice, but you’re fast yourself, you still dodged the knife I threw at a close range, but clearly not fast enough,”

Karma glared playfully at you as you gave finger guns in return.

“My students are such strong assassins! I’m so proud,” Koro sensei cried.

“It’s all thanks to the excellent teaching our top tier teachers are giving us,” you complimented with a smile.

“You’re too kind Y/N!”

Koro sensei hugged the two of you. 

“I’ve changed my mind, you are no longer a top tier teacher. Your teaching is inadequate,” you complained.

That only prompted Koro sensei to hug you even tighter. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared up at Koro sensei. Was there a reason why he was practically pressing you against Karma’s body?

“As much as I am fond of the two of you, this is a bit much isn’t it?” you said.

“Agreed,” 

Koro sensei giggled. How cute that confident Karma was blushing from being too close to you. Could he see a ship forming? Unable to handle being suffocated in your teacher’s arms, you push away, taking Karma with you by grabbing his forearm. He smiled gratefully, you threw a playful thumbs up in return.

The next morning, you were resting your head in your arms, not paying any attention to the class.

“Hey L/N.” Karma tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you.

You leaned your head back and looked curiously into his mischievous eyes.

“What do you say we skip next period?”

“Bit of a random offer,”

“It’ll be fun, I can tell you’re bored out of your mind sitting in this lesson,”

“Sure, I need a break,”

Before the start of the next period, you followed Karma to the tree where you first saw him.

“Oh? Are you trying to get me alone with you?” you teased.

“Yes,”

You stopped walking to stare at him.

“That was easy to get you to admit. I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,”

“You’re interesting, I want to get to know you some more,”

“Alright. You’re a bit mysterious yourself,”

He chuckled. You spent the rest of the school day just talking about anything and everything with Karma. Talking to him was so easy, the conversation flowed so smoothly, it was as though the two of you had known each other your entire lives.

You grabbed your bag from the classroom and walked down the mountain with Karma right by your side, still talking about whatever topic you could think of. Once you reached the school’s gates, you turned to Karma.

“I quite like you Karma,”

“The feeling’s mutual,”

"My, my, does the aloof Karma reciprocate my feelings?"

"Shut up, you make it sound like you just confessed and I accepted,"

"Well, 'like' can be interpreted in different ways. You decide which I meant. See you,"

You parted after that.

Days and weeks flew by, and each day, you found yourself growing closer and closer with Karma. Each week, you found something new to admire about Karma, such as this week, you found it adorable how he has a collection of spices at home.

Every day, Koro sensei stared at you two chatting together with a knowing smile. He would do whatever he could to let his ship sail. Fortunately, the rest of the class actually shared the same view as him on this matter.

It was so obvious to everyone that you and Karma were just a match made in heaven, the perfect couple if one of you finally decided to confess. So, Nagisa found himself in a class meeting excluding you and Karma during one of the lessons where you would both skip to spend time together. It was against his will.

“I don’t see why I need to be here,” he grumbled.

“Because Nagisa, you know the both of them the best, we need your insight,” Nakamura scolded.

Nagisa sighed at all of their outlandish plans. He was even included a couple of these plans, again against his will.

“I just don’t see why we have to interfere, can’t we just let them figure it out themselves? They’re both really smart,”

“They’re smart but not that kind of smart. Y/N may joke a lot about love but boy she is oblivious, and Karma is just too proud to admit that he actually feels something other than bloodlust,” Kayano snapped.

Nagisa shook his head. He could only imagine how Karma would react.

The next morning, Nakamura shoved Karma as he walked past her to get him to fall onto you. You stepped out of the way, allowing him to fall face first.

"You couldn't have helped me?" Karma grumbled almost incoherently.

"I know you could've easily caught yourself, but it seems that you can't. That or you wanted to fall onto me, you gremlin,"

"Whatever,"

You offered your hand and he begrudgingly accepted it. Nakamura frowned.

“Plan A didn’t work,” she whispered to Nagisa.

“I can see that. I’ve been standing next to you since you pushed Karma,”

It was time to enact Plan B. The class locked all the windows and doors of the classroom to trap the two inside alone together. An hour passed in bated silence. Nagisa tilted his head confused, why weren’t the two of you at least talking.

“We won’t let you guys out until you confess to each other!” Kayano announced to finally break the silence.

“Nufufu, no need to be shy my precious students, talking about your feelings is a healthy thing to do. I encourage you to do it more,”

“To do what more?”

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you standing next to Karma. You and Karma stared at them expectantly. You chuckled at their mortified expressions.

“Any particular reason why the class is standing outside of the classroom?” You asked.

“It’s freaky,” Karma added.

“Someone let off a stink bomb inside the classroom so we decided to evacuate,” Nagisa said.

“Well it wasn’t me this time,” Karma said nonchalantly.

“This time? You mean it was you who pulled that prank last week!” Koro sensei exclaimed.

“Guilty.” Karma shrugged.

“This is exactly why I love you,”

“Thank you love,”

“What!” the class shouted in unison.

Your cheeky eyes met Karma’s own mischievous ones with a smirk.

“Were you guys trying to get us together with those weird actions?” you teased.

“Yes, they did,” Nagisa admitted.

“Well at least they’re together. I don't know what we would have done if Plan B didn’t work, since we didn’t plan for a third one,” Okuda said.

“You’re lucky that this idiot confessed to me while we were bunking today,”

“Only an idiot for you,” Karma replied.

The girls grabbed your arm to hear all of the details. They sat you down at your desk while they gathered in a circle around you. The boys sat scattered around the classroom feigning disinterest, but they were just as curious as the girls.

“Spill Y/N,” Fuwa demanded.

“Don’t spare any details,” Kurahashi added.

“Well, we went into the classroom, but no one was there, so we jumped out of the window and decided to bunk as usual,”

“Typical, you’re such bad influences to each other,” Kataoka scolded.

“Don’t interrupt!” Kayano snapped.

“We were talking like usual, but there was something bugging Karma so I asked, and he spontaneously told me his feelings. I was caught off guard, because I’ve never been in a situation like this. So I laughed,”

“That hurt,” Karma called from across the classroom.

You and the girls giggled.

“It was just so surreal. I was so nervous, we then just talked it out and now we’re together I guess,”

The girls squealed at the story.

“So cute!” they gushed.

Your eyes met Karma’s amidst the bombardment of questions from the girls. He smiled at you gratefully and you winked. Some things were best kept as secrets.

A/N: I will write the confession scene as an extra

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Christmas preparation with MHA men

Mha men & sexually abused s/o

Dabi and Bakugo(+BONUS) x hurt knee!girlfriend

MHA men with S/O adopting a cat

Todoroki men & s/o having troubles orgasming

MHA boys x S/O with abdominal pain due to ongoing gynecological issues

A Day Off || Erasermic x Fem!reader

Dabi x Shy fem!reader with remarkable combat skills

Am I An Artist? || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Genshin man & S/O going through psychosis

Experiment || Dottore x Fem!reader

Neuvillette with s/o who broke the law

Demon Slayer men & demons x blinded s/o

Hantengu clones and chronically ill fem!reader

Douma x Shy fem!reader with remarkable combat skills

Kyojuro/Haganezuka with clingy fem!reader

Being a tsugoku of Tokito

Taking Care of Haganezuka's Injuries

Being Married to Haganezuka

In Sickness And In Health

A Treasure Heist

Technologically Challenged

Nathan ‘the lemur tamer’ Drake

Wife’s Touch I

Wife’s Touch II

Promise from Howl

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