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tatooinequeeen · 1 year
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Wherever I May Roam
Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader
Ao3
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Triggers: Soft ooey gooey love, language
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Chapter Four: Angels Like You
How melodramatic that it would rain non-stop for the weeks since Ghost had gone on his mission with Soap. The drizzle only made it that much more difficult for you to keep your chin up. You had never acted like this over a guy before, but of course he wasn’t like other guys was he? You got through each day on fumes and memories working toward the day when you would be back in his arms and all would be right in the world again. You spent just a few short days wrapped up in one another but you knew without a doubt you wanted to spend the rest of your life that way. What would that mean for you? He wouldn’t leave his job simply for the fact he had demons he could exorcize when he was away so it wouldn’t bleed into his day to day and you only knew that because Soap was the same way.
You guess if you had to put it down on paper a life with Ghost would just be the two of you somehow making it work, maybe marriage wouldn’t be in the cards but if he asked you would of course say yes. If he pledged himself to you otherwise that would be good enough for you, too. He would have his responsibilities and you would travel with him when you could and wait for him when you couldn’t while cultivating the life you always dreamed of, a life filled with the kind of love that you could live off of. It's so tangible. You never really thought of having kids and you don’t think he would want any either, based on his home life and his struggles with his brother but you would be the best auntie and uncle to Soap’s kids which you’re sure will be coming along soon. Come to think of it, Soap has been extra sneaky about this woman he has been seeing lately and you’re curious to see where it’s going, if she ends up being the one you wouldn't be the least bit surprised. He’s ready to settle down and have a family.
You’re curled up on the couch reading a supernatural romance when your phone beeps at you. Of course your heart rate rockets as it has with every text since Ghost backed out of your driveway and you’re rewarded with his name on the screen which splits your face into a grin.
Simon <3: Come outside
You don’t even pause to put on shoes, you shoot out your front door in your socks and run to your driveway where he’s walking up from Soap’s idling pickup truck. You hit Ghost at full force and he lets out a “whoosh” of air but catches you, dropping his bag and grips the backs of your thighs to help you wrap your legs around his waist. You nuzzle your face in the side of his neck and you don’t even mind him wearing his mask, you just breathe in his scent and are overwhelmed with the feeling of being at home. “God, I missed you baby” his deep voice rumbles against your chest and it is such a decadent feeling you decide you’re never going to give it up. You lean back, rain pouring down on both of you, Soap watching you have this intimate moment together from his truck and you lean your forehead against Ghost’s. “Stay with me, Simon. I don’t want to give you up.” He just leans his forehead harder against yours and breathes out, “Never, I’m never giving you up.”
-Three months later-
“Ghost don’t you fucking dare.” You glare at the beast of a man staring at you from across the bed at you while you are putting a pair of earrings in. “If you start anything right now we are going to be late and you know Soap will know why.” He laughs in the way that makes your toes curl everytime and you let out a giggle. You’ll never get tired of hearing him laugh, his spirit so carefree and happy that he can be vulnerable with you in a way he never was before. He stalks around the bed and you retreat further away with every step he takes toward you. “I can make it quick and dirty, love. He’ll never know a thing.” Ghost has the audacity to wink at you and while you’re melting in a hormone puddle you’re already late because he insisted on fucking you against the wall in your shower and then again before you got your dress on. He finally reaches you and you put a palm against his heart to feel it race against your skin, loving how much he’s affected by the chemistry between you as you are. “We can have a quick and dirty fuck in Soap’s guest bathroom if you’re very very good.” You tip him a saucy wink back and he lets out a full and throaty laugh at that. You learned a lot of your sexual humor from him in the past three months and he loves it when you dish it back to him. He grabs your waist and brings you into his chest and you take the moment to snuggle into his embrace, a place where you know you’re perfectly safe and loved in a way you had always yearned for and never expected to come from him but will never take for granted. He kisses the top of your head tenderly and you melt a little more before he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to you.
“I know we’ve talked about it and marriage just doesn’t seem right for us but I want to give myself to you in a permanent way that you can look down and see everyday.” He slips a thin platinum band with a sapphire embedded in the band onto your left ring finger and that’s when you notice he has a small bandage on his left ring finger. You look up into his incredible brown eyes that you first fell in love with before you knew the man and gasp when he removes the bandage to reveal your initial tattooed into his skin. You take his hand in yours as the tears well up and you press a tender kiss to the skin that represents a lifetime of love and commitment between you. “I love you and I am going to spend every day for the rest of my life showing you just how much.” You could barely get the words out before the tears choked you up but he tips your chin up and kisses you with the passion that says he feels the exact same way and you know that this is the forever kind of love that you’ve only read about. “Loving you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me baby and I can’t wait for a lifetime of feeling this way.” His gruff voice so full of emotion spins you into a bliss so total and complete you never want to come down.
The End
Notes from Tatooinequeen: I love him, that’s pretty damn obvious right? I did promise a quick dirty fuck though…so epilogue will be up in the next week or so <3
Thank y’all so much for the support on this by the way, this is the first project I’ve taken on completely solo with no support or guidance and your response has blown me away. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from me in the future!
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m-u-g-i-cha · 4 years
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Studio Bones screwed up Overhaul’s character design but damn Tsuda Ken’s voice acting made up for it 1000x
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midnightmoonkiss · 3 years
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I need more pirate deku. It should be illegal to be that hot-🎶
Right?
And the thing with Pirate Deku... is that he knows he’s hot.
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WARNINGS!: Smut, Bare Grinding, Dom! Pirate! Deku - 18+ Minors DNI!!
Word Count: 1k+
When he first started out as a pirate, sailing on a ship at the ripe age of 13, he had no confidence whatsoever.
He was a scrawny kid who was more afraid of disobeying orders than he was scared of the British navy who wanted to conquer the sea.
He got sick all of the time, other kids called him pathetic and would constantly jeer at him.. until one day he snapped.
Under the leadership of a new captain, he got stronger, he wasnt as afraid anymore. His confidence only grew as years went by and ladies wanted him.
The cockiness that blossomed was just another sign of victory.
He was a hot, murderous piece of shit and he knew it.
He used it to his advantage.
Of course, he was still kind, sweet, and he had his bashful moments - but he would also sweep you off your feet and fuck you loudly in a cheap inns room until there was a hole in the wall...
He is very sexy in that sense.
And he is all yours... somehow.
Rum burned your tongue as his addicting mouth devoured your own, his palms, roughened from years of work at sea, smoothing up under your clothes, caressing your bare skin.
Lips met again and again in feverent harmony, desire building up in your stomach as his skillful fingers easily popped open every button that held the fabric of your night shirt together.
“I want you..” Izuku whispered hotly against your kiss-slick, swollen lips. His deep, saccharine voice coated in lust sending shivers down your spine, straight to your core, making you clench around thin air.
Your heart pounded in your ears as he shoved you down against his large bed, caging you in on the mattress with his muscular arms covered in tattoos and scars, your only article of clothing now discarded.
Fully bare, all for him to admire.
The cold night air from being out in open waters made you squirm beneath him, nipples already hardening.
“You’re so cute..” The pirate with messy green curls practically swooned, the pirate you were madly in love with.
Pirate.. such a strange word. It should fill you with fear. It doesn’t. Not anymore.
Hearts were in his enchanting green eyes as he leaned down to kiss you once more, sweetly, carefully, filled with pure love.
That pure love quickly melted into the thick, sticky tar-like goop that was lust.
Could you blame him?
He loved to kiss you. He couldn’t help himself.
To him, you were more addicting than any alcohol thats ever touched his tongue.
He could just drink you all up, devour you again and again and again and never get tired of the flavor - nor the high you always give him.
Your plush thighs wrapped around his slender waist, pulling him closer towards you.
You wanted to feel him, feel every inch of him. If you didn’t.. you swore you’d go mad.
His own shirt was discarded long ago, exposing his rippling muscles.
Your dainty hands, so small in comparison to his, had the pleasure of feeling up every muscle and blemish on his warm back. Moles and freckles painted the night skin on his skin.
He smelt like vanilla and cinnamon rum, sea water, sweat, and misplaced pine.
His scent always made you feel safe and secure, at home as your mind fell into madness.
A gasp escaped your lips, breaking the loving kiss when he rutted his hips against yours, clothed erection pressing against your soaked bare self.
Large hands groped and massaged your chest that jiggled everytime he ground his hard-on against you, fingers rubbing and pulling at your nubs
Your unashamed cries echoed around the dark room illuminated in moonlight, fingernails dragging along his tanned flesh, his searing kiss now on your neck. Teeth dragged along its column, nipping and licking, searching for that spot that made you squeal so he could leave a possessive love bite on.
His curls tickled your cheeks and collarbones, they always did.
Sudden frustration made you reach between your burning bodies just to yank his underwear down, letting his thick, throbbing cock spring free from its confinement’s.
It slapped heavily down on your tummy, his flushed tip leaking precum all over your naval.
“My, my,” he chuckled against you, “Impatient, are we?”
“J-just a bi- nnn..!”
Forcefully spreading your soft legs apart, he slid his heavy cock between your pussy lips, coating himself with your slick.
The leaking tip of his cock rubbed perfectly against your sensitive clit and labia as he rubbed himself between your slippery, smooth folds, shockwaves of pleasure burning at your nerves.
You swore you could feel every vein on his dick.
“H-haAh..!”
The act alone was so lewd, filthy, and downright sinful that it made your cheeks burn hotter than the swirling flame in your stomach that only grew with each movement he made.
You were nearly embarassed, so completely exposed and vulnerable but.. everything felt so good.
His movements were slow and careful and it drove you insane but it felt.. it felt amazing.
His cock was heavy and it put just the right amount of pressure in all the right places. All the places that made you tremble.
You couldnt help but rub your cunt against his length as well, desperately trying to match his pace as whines slipped out your throat with every movement. Your clit dragged along his cockhead, the size difference between it and you making your dizzy.
You could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets below, staining them with your essence, leaving a puddle below your ass, his calculated movements only making you gush even more like a leak in a boat.
You wanted him inside you so bad you were about to cry. To feel him, for him to fill you to the brim and claim you as his own, to leave you with a headache from the loud and aggressive banging of the headboard against the wall.
You wanted him to fuck you so good and hard you couldn’t stand the next morning — to completely rock your world and drown you in him again and again, over and over until you passed out in his strong arms that would always hold you so tenderly.
Your cunt ached for him. Silky smooth, gummy walls wanted to feel him so much.
You couldn’t take this teasing much longer, you needed more.
“You’re so wet for me, my darling..”
He was always in such awe whenever he felt how wet you were.. always so wet for him.
Only him.
You were his, and his alone.
His precious treasure.
The one thing he couldnt live without.
Cocky smirk on his lips, he lifted himself to stare down at you, admiring your blissful expression.
Hand grabbing himself, he swirled his tip around your twitching, puffy clit, cooing when your back arched off the bed and your eyes slipped shut as a long moan was drawn out of you.
“My precious little angel,”
Dragging his tip down to your fluttering hole, he pressed ever so slightly in, humming when you clenched around him, pussy seemingly trying to drag him in.
A little warm welcome.
“I cant wait to hear you scream my name.”
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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years
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I always wonder how skz would react to an s/o with a LARGE SEX DRIVE SHSBDBS idk like guys r usually super horny but imagine if u were hornier than them HAHA
BRRRAH QUICK REACTION POST!
warnings: mostly dom!skz x gn!reader. impact play, nicknames, hickies, masturbation, exhibitionism, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, sex toys, daddy kink, riding, degradation, dumbification. 
Bangchan: 
The thing is not that he wouldn’t like it,,, more like he would be tired?
Sure,,, he has good stamina but he would more prefer longer sex sessions that are more intimate and romantic rather than a bunch of quickies.
but thats like... 95% of the time, the remaining 5% is dicking you down so hard you won’t be able to walk because “you asked for it, you dumb fuck”
BUT THATS RARE
you would really have to get him worked up in order for that to work
and even then he would only go for maybe 2 rounds
“c-chan... one more time~” you said after cumming for the third time that night. “y/n, arent you sleepy?” he says, chuckling. you shake your head, “just one more time!” you say all giddy to which bangchan sighed. 
Minho:
ok now hear me out, im not gonna mix astrology in here,,, but i am going to mix astrology in here lmao
this boy a scorpio
a scorpio
meaning his intimate parts rule over his body (JUST SAYING TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT)
so he loves this. A LOT
any opportunity to be inside of you he’ll take
he’s hella horny and would like a s/o that matches that aura so HEY! fits perfectly (thats what she said)
show any sign of a sexual act and he wont hesitate to slam you against a table
legit as small as licking a lollipop 
“stop that unless you want my dick in your throat” he says, not even looking up from his phone as the sounds of you sucking a lollipop fills the room. you don’t stop, no, you go even harder. he looks up from his phone. “is that a yes?”
Changbin:
ahh... binnie binnie is head over heals for this
he finds it extremely hot that you initiate the sex most of the time
it shows that you really want him 
and he likes attention and feeling appreciated so this works
also has kind of a firey attitude
meaning that he gets worked up real quick
just like minho it doesnt take much for him to notice your sexual signs
“binnie~ i need you” you whisper in his ear as he’s working on something on his computer. you drag your lips across his neck and nibble on his ear before he turns around and glares at you with dark eyes. “princess/prince wanna play that game huh?”
Hyunjin:
shy to initiate so this makes it easier for him 
his stamina is relativly high
but i feel like there would be kiiind of a gap between the two of you since he’d be completely exhausted after a couple of rounds but you beg for more.
leaving him with no other choice but to give it to you
since he loves you too much to say no ><
i feel like he’d make fun of you for it 
LMAO I DONT KNOW WHY BUT JUST HE’D FIND IT FUNNY THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS SO DESPERATE
“hyunjin,, please!” you says in the nicest tone you could muster but only being mocked by hyunjin copying you in an annoying voice
“HyUnJiiinNn~” you burst into laughter, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. “thats what you sound like y/n!!”
but nah most of the time he will take it but always with some playfulness first. 
Jisung:
HORNY TEENAGER JISUNG AGENDA
all the time
no matter where or when
some of yall are about to be real mad at me but it must be said HASHAHAH STOP CHER STOP
he just gives me this hormonal teenager vibe
and so there’s a lot of fucking in a lot of unconventional places
simply because his angel wants it
it even borders to him being even hornier than you but you find joy in that
you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve caught him watching porn or masturbating BECAUSE IT HAPPENED OFTEN
and everytime it would lead to heated sex that could last for hours
“h-help me y/n! dont just stand there s-staring” he says, blushing a bit as he openly strokes his dick infront of you. you shrug your shoulders, closing the bedroom door and inching closer to the warm boy.
Felix:
tough one to read... hmmm.... 
honestly he wouldn’t mind
sure he’d be tired 
and therefore he’d rather prefer seeing you ride a dildo or something
because then you’re satisfied and he doesnt have to do much
NOT THAT HE’S LAZY
just that he likes to cuddle and chill more than being inside of you all the time
he’s sensitive which has its pros and cons
pro: easy to get horny
con: easily overstimulated
WHICH SURE you’d find it fun to torture him by keeping him cumming over and over again
but poor boy would be crying in the end
which only added to your horniness OOP
“y/n,, s-stop please im begging you,, ahhgh..” he moans from underneath you, you putting him through his fourth orgasm which is causing him to shake and cry as you didn’t stop riding him. “mhm... but I wanna cum once more, not fair... you can cum so many times but I can’t! be a good boy and shut up, maybe i’ll let you go after this round”
Seungmin:
giving me that same energy that chan has
but this time instead of 95:5 its more like 65:35
meaning 65% romantic puppy that wants to take his time with you, roaming his hands all over your body and really connecting with you
and the other 35% well... more like relentless pounding, all covered in love bites and hand prints (im drooling)
he becomes all hard dom when he’s stressed and soo...
you get him stressed which ok you feel bad about but... he gets to release all his stress (and cum) on you and you get what you want 
DING DING DING! win-win situation!!
so yeah he would like it most of the time especially when you’re stressed and especially when you’re a brat
turning him on by rubbing on his lap but running away the next second
he likes to make you obey rather than you already obeying. 
he was watching tv peacefully when you suddenly plopped down on his lap, starting to squirm about when watching a tv show. he held you down by the waist. “shh stop” he says once with a bitter tone but you didn’t listen, only continuing to move and feeling his member getting harder. “Is d-daddy getting hard?” you coo at him with a mischievous voice to which seungmin sighed, his hands snaking around your upper body and wrapping around your neck, pushing your back against his chest. “little fucker wanna play with daddy”
oml why did this become so aggressive i have a lot of pent up sexual frustration ASHASHS
Jeongin: 
he’d find it really hot in the beginning
but what he didn’t realise was how tiring sex is 
yk teenagers! learning as they go (i like how im talking about this as if im older than him LMAO)
catch his search history being: “is it normal to have sex everyday” 
he’d be sore :(( 
and when he told you that he probably needed to just cuddle he felt bad because he always wanted to please you
but the two of you would find your ways around it
vibrators EHHEHE
especially those remote control ones
he’d just go ham with those I KNOW IT
because just like felix, you’d be satisfied and he could chill for the time being 
beg pretty enough and he’ll give you the real thing
“b-but i need you now jeongin! stop with that fucking controller!!” you try to snatch it out of his hand but fail. “say please” he says, looking at you with sweet brown eyes. “pl-pleaseeee~!” he melts into a puddle of blushes as he speaks “alright but only because you’re a good one” 
HEY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN WRITING!! send in sum more, i’ll make them into short reactions like these because my requests for the “official” reactions is closed (will probably open shortly) but YEEEAH 
thank u anon for your very very smart brain and for requesting HEH >< 
also this is not proof read so ignore any mistakes OOP
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lordabovehelpme · 3 years
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Tied to You - Bucky Barnes x Reader
For my lovely best friend. Happy birthday my dear, I hope you are having a wonderful morning and this puts a smile on your face. Trust me, it’s been hard to keep this a secret from you for so long, but I hope you enjoy. I love you, and I will see you later!!! 
Summary: You’re so happy to be standing before him, but something on his wrist brings you back to the very first time you met.
Warnings: f! reader, marriage
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Excitement sends thrills up and down your spine, tingling through your toes and pooling in your stomach. You clutch the simple bouquet between your hands tighter and take a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic nerves.
Finally, after what seems like both an eternity and a millisecond, the classic “here comes the bride” starts to echo. Taking one more quick breath, you let your shoulders relax and start to turn the corner.
There you emerge from behind the doors of the little church in Brooklyn. Family and friends stand as you start your descent down the aisle. You meant to smile at the crying relatives, to give them some sort of comfort, but you can’t take your eyes off of him.
He stands before the altar, adorned in a black suit with a black tie. His hands stay clasped before him, but his striking blue eyes meet your own. They soften at the sight of you and his shoulders slightly shift towards you.
However, once you offer him a small smile, his eyes rack down your form and back up before meeting your gaze again. Usually his gaze causes you to fluster and try to hide away, but today you stand tall as you approach him.
He offers you a hand as you climb the few steps and you gladly take it. Handing the beautiful bouquet to your maid of honor, you look down at your clasped hands.
No longer does he shy away from you touching the metal, and no longer do you hesitate.
But something catches your eye as you settle before him. Right there on his metal wrist is a bracelet of thread. The one you made him all those years ago; bright yellows and blues, with tan and green. They all compliment the vibranium perfectly.
The sentiment is overwhelming and a gasp gets caught in your throat. “You wore it.” Your voice is small and he doesn’t need clarification to know what has puzzled you.
“Of course I did, doll.”
***
He can’t take his eyes off you. There you sit with some older ladies, spools of brightly colored thread by your side as you try and explain how to make a bracelet.
“Yeah, you’re starting to get it, this just crosses over here… see?” You lean over and point at one ladys horrible excuse of a friendship bracelet. They all laugh at one another and point out each other's mistakes, but become very defensive when their own flaws are pointed out.
“You should go talk to her!” An elbow is pressed into his side and Yori smirks.
“No I should not.” His eyes snap to face the older man, but not even a second passes before they beg to find your form again.
“Why not? She’s not getting any younger, and neither are you.”
Bucky sighs, but a small smile breaks onto his lips. “Haha, very funny. But I don’t even know what to say.”
Yori shrugs his shoulders. “Flatter her, girls love that. Tell her you love her eyes, her lips, her hair. Anything.”
A scoff falls from his lips as his head shakes. “I’m not going to suck up to her in hopes of a date.”
Yori places his hands over his own and he offers a smile to the soldier. His long white eyebrows twitch in the classic sign that the next few words will be uncharacteristically wise. The older man's eyes meet blue eyes and he gestures for him to lean in. Bucky follows and leans his head down.
“You will.”
Before the words even process in his head, Yori has already walked off, laughing loud as he clutches a hand to his chest. Once again, Bucky shakes his head at his antics.
“No I won’t.” He utters under his breath, before walking over to your little circle of mischievous old ladies.
You look up at him and he swears he might legitimately melt. “Hi!” You offer him a smile and he is already making funeral plans in his head.
“Oh, uh, hi.” Subconsciously, his flesh hand finds itself on the back of his neck, trying to rub away his nerves.
“Can I help you?”
He swears in his head, what does he need? He needs you. But he can’t say that. Swearing again, he tries to think of anything that would make sense to a normal human being.
“Yeah, I…” His eyes flicker around and land on one ladies bracelet. “I wanted to make a bracelet.”
Well great. Now he’s done it. He must look like the biggest dork in history. What was he thinking? Why couldn’t he just admire you from afar?
“Oh.” You genuinely look surprised. “Of course!” A wide smile breaks onto your face and you pat the empty seat next to you. “Come sit down and we’ll get you some thread.”
He can hear Yori’s laugh from the opposing corner. But, he follows your command and takes a seat next to you. Blue eyes follow your movements as you reach for a plastic container holding an entire rainbow of thread.
“So, what color are you thinking?”
He gives the rainbow one good look before sighing. “I don’t know.” You look at him as he offers a small awkward smile.
“Oh, okay. Well… do you know what type of bracelet you want?”
His fingers anxiously pick at the hem of his jacket. Shaking his head he murmurs, “Sorry, I know nothing about thread.”
Things seem to click in your mind that he has literally no idea about this stuff because you smile and slightly laugh. “Ahh, I see. That’s alright! Do you want me to choose some colors for you?”
His stomach flutters and he smiles at your soft laugh. “Yeah, doll, that would be nice.” The pet name slipped before he could even dream of stopping it. Once again, a long, loud, strand of curse words flood his mind.
Your movements stop, but quickly resume. In fact, you were so fast he’s not even sure you caught his slip. He watches with quizzical eyes as you pull brightly colored threads and measure them with your arms. Your fingertips move with ease as they tie the strands together and then hold it out to him. He reaches out and purposefully slides his fingers over your own.
“H-” your voice breaks out suddenly and he just smiles as you slightly fluster, clearing your throat you continue, “Here you go.”
He throws you a smirk and takes them from you. But then his plan of seduction hastingly halts when he realizes he has no idea what to do with the strands. So he just lets his hands rest in his lap as he stares down at the colorful strands.
“Do you need help?” You ask.
His head slowly tilts to meet your gaze and soft smile. He swears his heart stopped. Taking a gulp he prays you don't notice, he offers you a smile back. “Umm yeah.”
You scootch your chair next to his and reach over to grab the thread. Now he knows his heart stopped. You start explaining how to start a simple design but he can’t focus.
He means to focus, he wants to focus, but the smell of your shampoo wafts to his nose and makes his breaths longer. The subtle heat flowing from your skin to his where your arms slightly touch makes him want to close his eyes and lean in further to your touch.
“Are you paying attention?”
His eyes shoot open and heat rises to his cheeks. “Yes!”
One of your eyebrows twitch and amusement twinkles behind your eyes, but you continue where you stopped. He forces himself to listen and not be distracted any longer.
After about an hour of small talk and you helping him, finally the bracelet is long enough to tie off. Everytime your hand brushed his heart would skip a beat.
Now you tie the bracelet onto his wrist and cut the long ends. “There!” You smile at him and he nearly melts into a puddle beneath your feet.
“Thanks doll.” This time he doesn’t miss the way your body slightly stiffens and your eyes widen a tad.
“Umm, yeah.” You clasp your hands before you and open your mouth, but before you can say anything the older ladies call for you that they need your immediate help. You give him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I have to go, but it was nice to meet you…” trailing off when you realize you don’t know his name.
“Bucky.”
Nodding at him, your smile widens from remorseful to joy. “Bucky, it was nice to meet you.”
He watches as you walk away, laughing and giggling with the old ladies. “You too doll, you too.” Little did you know, but you walked off right with his heart. The once stone cold piece of meat, now fluttering and happily beating beneath your gaze and care. And for the last time that day another flood of curse words plagued his mind.
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His hands squeeze your own and he takes a deep breath, blue eyes meeting your own. The bright bracelet proudly on display for anyone to see.
“Doll, there were many times I was lost and you found me. There were days which were heavy, and you picked me up and lightened my heart. Through it all, you were always there for me.”
His voice wavers a little and you can’t deny the water pooling at the corners of your eyes.
“And I know that will never change. I promise to love you as you are and to respect our differences while still supporting and encouraging you. Whatever the future holds, know that I will stand by you and love you. Through pain and passion, sorrow and hope. Through death and through life I will love you. Everyday and with whatever we face I promise to love you because I am tied to you.”
You have to drop one of his hands to wipe away your tears as you smile up at him. Then you say your own vows. And finally after the classic I do’s, the officiant says, “You may now kiss your bride.”
The two of you lock eyes before he swoops down and captures your lips within his own. One of his hands wraps around your waist and holds you steady. The crow erupts in shouts and glee for the two of you but neither of you care. He leans back and you both just smile at one another for a while, both holding the widest grins you have ever had in your entire life.
“I love you.” He says.
“I love you too.” You say back.
Later in the night, as the two of you sway, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and head on his chest, the final words in his vow finally make sense. You play with the string bracelet on his wrist.
“Tied to you huh? You were proud of that one, weren’t you?”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Was it obvious?”
“Dork.”
He smiles. “But I’m your dork.”
“Oh my god!” You sigh, “James Buchanan Barnes,” landing a poke to his chest to emphasize your point, “you are the most cheesiest, handsomest, loveable dork out there.” You stand on your tiptoes to catch a kiss from him. “And you're all mine.”
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Yes yes, I know. “Lordy what the heck? Why are you writing for Bucky?” Well this is a birthday gift for my friend who loves Bucky, so yeah. 
Disclaimer!!! I will not write for Bucky normally!!! This was purely a gift!!!
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sinfulcider · 3 years
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Let me cut your hair
Parings: Bucky x Fem!reader
Summary: Bucky has neglected getting his hair cut for a few months and when his friend (who he has feelings for, but he somehow always forgets to mention that part) and him have some time off in the midst of a mission, waiting for a breakthrough, she offers to cut his hair for him.
Warnings: implied smut! Some fluff, I think that’s all.
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          Bucky grimaced a bit as he looked in the mirror, he hadn’t really noticed how long his hair had gotten. Of course, bucky’s hair was still much shorter than it used to be, but with how busy he’d been in the past months his hair grew out into a bit of an awkward state. He didn’t have much going on today though, him and Y/n were staying in waiting for a breakthrough and Sam was visiting with Sarah while he had the time. 
Y/n knew how to cut hair, he had seen her cut her own many tims in the years he’d known her. Though she had skill, and he trusted her with his own life, let alone his hair, but he could never bring himself to ask her for a haircut.
With a heavy sigh he brushed it of and figured he’d get a haircut after they were done with everything. He flicked of the light and set his destination to the coffee pot in the kitchen, leaving the bathroom and swiftly moving to his desired area. “Hello.” Y/n greeting him with a warm smile, the soft kind of smile that made his heart melt in an instant. She could turn Bucky into a puddle of a man with one look and he loved it, but he hated it because he couldn’t tell her. He was terrified of the power she had over him and how much he was absolutely, overwhelmingly overcome with adoration and admiration for her.
Bucky gulped, pulling himself from the fuzzy warm feeling in his head that made his want to watch her face for the next five hours. “Hi,” his voice came out quieter than he’d expected, it was a bit timid, worried. His voice calmed Y/n though, grounding her in the foggy morning that made her head pound in worry for how the day might play out. Seeing him in front of hr and hearing him acknowledge her made her feel hope for a good experience.
Y/n sipped her coffee in content as her eyes followed the tall man before her, she watched him pour his coffee and rub the sleep from his eyes. Her smile never left her lips and she nearly felt giddy at seeing his beautiful face this early, despite having been near him in the mornings before the feeling never withered away. His eyes met hers once he’d gulped down a swig of coffee, the bright blue becoming fully visible and brightened as his eyes widened a bit “What?” She shrugged, “nothing.” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, making her heart flip. “You’re just pretty.” She chuckled, watching the light rose color dust his cheeks. 
Bucky cleared his throat, suddenly feeling flustered at the compliment. Y/n’s eyes wandered to his messy hair that had grown over his ear a bit too much, dark tufts of hair sticking up her and there. She craved to run her hands through the soft locks and maybe even have the privilege of cutting it, feeling it wet as she washed it in preparation and ran her fingers over his scalp, snipping at the end just enough to bring it back to it’s cleaner style, and watching his face scrunch as she dried it.
“Hey- Bucky..” she used a curious tone, grabbing his attention once again. His heart raced a bit every time she asked him a question, out of excitement, fear, worry, wonder, he wasn’t sure. “Hm?” He nearly trembled in his voice, he couldn’t understand why he was so affected. “Can I cut your hair? If you want of course I don’t know if you wanted to keep growing it out or..” 
Could Y/n read his mind? It’s like she always knew when h needed or wanted something. She always appeared to be on the same wavelength as him and it baffled him at how connected she seemed to be to him. “Uh- um.” he stammered trying to find his response, “Yeah I was actually just thinking about needing a haircut.” “Ah, we’re in sync.” She hopped off of her sat, mug in hand. He chuckled at her playful tone watching her move around to the living room that the kitchen opened up to.
Placing a seat onto a towel and grabbing her supplies sh patted the cushion, inviting Bucky to sit down. Once seated she draped a second towel over his shoulders, ruffling his hair before turning away again. “Hey now.” he laughed, “Oh hush.” She spritzed his hair, wetting it enough for it to drip and began working. 
Her wishes had come true, it was almost a dream the way she got to feel through his hair, pulling it gently and snipping the ends. Ruffling the areas she worked on to let it fall correctly. Although it was going well, she had an issue in the front with getting at a good angle, unable to comfortably hold her hands to cut. “What’s wrong?” Bucky could see her struggle a bit, worry setting in more as seconds passed. “Nothing I just, can’t get close enough comfortably.” A nervous half laugh fell from her lips, he felt the air his his face softly. He blushed enough as it was everytime she grabbed his face gently to move his head and look at his hair, and his heartrate rose everytime she leaned in close enough for her scent to flood his senses, But when the thought that just formed passed his mind it was almost too much for him to handle.
He tried to think of the words to use to invite her onto his lap in an appropriate way, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but he simply opened his arms in an inviting way with a shrug. He could she Y/n think about it and almost heard her say “Fuck it, why not?” in her head before placing herself over his legs. Her legs were on both sides of his own and his hands rested on her thighs in attempt to keep her balanced. 
Bucky’s breathing was shallow and shaky, his heart felt like it was about to break out of his chest and lap into her own, his hands shook in their place a little and his eyes searched every inch of every other area away from Y/n. 
In finishing the haircut Y/n pulled away a bit to look over him one last time, searching for any imperfections that needed fixing in her work. She gulped when her eyes met his, nearly falling into them and their stl blue beauty. She flashed a smiled to him, setting the scissors on a table next to them,”I can hear you hear beating out of your chest.” A light chuckle danced on her tongue. He inhaled deeply through his mouth, no words breaking past the lump in his throat. Bringing the towel off of his shoulders, Y/n shook it off onto the towel beneath them and ruffled his hair dry. His nose scrunched up and his eyes squeezed shut in a way that made Y/n melt all over again.
Y/n pinched his chin a bit, warm smile still playing at her lips “I’m done. You still look pretty.” a closed mouth grin flashed across his face and his eyes flicked to her lips. “You are too.” Her grin grew and before Bucky could process his own actions he leaned forward, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n immediately kissed back, their mouths moving together perfectly.
The kiss was passionate and gre hungrier with every passing second. Bucky’s flesh hand rose to hold her face and his metal hand pulled her closer by the small of her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Once the kiss broke for much needed air and her hands moved to his still slightly damp hair, he moved down her neck to her collar bone, biting gently. The sensation shot hat straight to Y/n’s core, making her gasp. With a roll of her hips she elicated a small moan from Bucky, she could feel him growing hard against her heat and it made her yearn for more.
“Barnes I think it’d be wise if we moved this to my bedroom.” He grinned devilishly, placing o more kiss to Y/n’s lips before picking her up and bringing her towards the room.
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loveyourownsmiilee · 3 years
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Do you think Buck and Eddie prefer to talk, text, or FaceTime on the phone when they talk to each other? I feel as though they probably text more.
Oh I love this one!
Buck is huge on texting. He feels as though it’s very efficient just to communicate as quickly as possible.
He is also a lil shit who loves sending Eddie the occasional thirst trap when they’re away from each other bc he knows it riles Eddie up.
Eddie is an old man through and through. He prefers talking on the phone. He barely knows how to text (kidding).
Eddie hates when his boyfriend sends him inappropriate photos bc he has a son who loves to watch videos on his phone. Let’s just say there was once a very close moment where Chris might’ve seen certain body parts thet he shouldn’t have.
Every time Buck sends him a nude, Eddie rolls his eyes and calls him immediately with “EVAN I TOLD YOU TO STOP THAT!”
Buck laughs every time and in that husky voice just tells Eddie that he can always call him on the phone and tell him what he’s doing instead.
Eddie most always hates ther even more and he can’t believe he’s in love with a brat like Buck who just loves to rile him up every change he gets.
But sometimes when they’re home with Chris and the others working, they choose to FaceTime bc they miss each other.
Everytime they FaceTime, they just can’t help the soft heart eyes they give one another, as if it’s the first time they’re seeing each other.
Christopher thinks it’s cute at first but quickly learns that his dads are ridiculously in love and he ain’t gonna sit there and watch them make heart eyes at each other (even if he secretly loves that they do)
That’s just how they work. Buck sends a quick text to Eddie, who always responds by calling him right back.
They go back and forth about Eddie learning how to text, which he always responds with “I know how to text Evan, I just wanna hear your voice”
That almost always makes Buck melt into a puddle of goo bc he somehow managed to fall in love with the sappiest human in this world.
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ilovebokutokoutaro · 3 years
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Chapter 7:
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*y/n's pov*
For a second i thought things would never end well, maybe it was because every chapter brought to me, a series of unwanted and unanswerable questions. When i saw that girl, namely kaori's face it almost felt like the past was repeating itself.
Even if didn't remember half of whatever happened to the woman who lingered around me as if the world belonged to her, it was crystal clear how i watched her with so much attentiveness. Sometimes i felt as if she was a part of me and maybe...she is. I vividly remember the dreams in which I was there, as her.
The burning in the chest everytime i thought about sukuna wasn't normal, it wasn't just a fear of his power, it wasn't just a mere longing, it was as if i had seen this all happen before. it was painful, it was tragic and a beautiful soul that now i called with my own name yet the feels felt so different had me wanting to scream in all the agony.
At one point i wanted to get rid of her or burn myself, i wanted to watch my flesh melt away into a puddle. all she ever bought me was pain ever since she came into my life.....i remember seeing this dream first time when i was 5 but i would never understand at that point of life, i remember how i ran into my brother's room sobbing, i was terrified of him, the man who broke her, yet her energy bought me to fall asleep on my brother's chest as he swayed me back and forth.
From then on every feeling of romance every feeling of happiness brought a weird feeling of longingness, I couldn't explain, i couldn't word it out to my brother so i chose not to. It was a kind of pain I didn't understand so i burried it deep inside, and when i saw him inside itadori for the first time, when his eyes met mine for the first time that night, i craved his warmth so much that resisting myself from jumping on him had my head spinning.
It was as if everything was blacked out and only we existed but then again i knew i would never be the one by his side and it hurt.
After that, day and day again i would have to meet itadori and it felt as if my heart strings were being played by an unprofessional guitarist, oh the sound wasn't so pleasant as you can tell.
"y/n! Are u even listening?!" A shrill yell of my name had me snapping out of the Trance and come back to reality. "you are going to kaori- san around okay i won't take no as an answer, alright I'm gonna leave now" and before i could even look up from my lap he was gone.
'Oh! my dear brother, why do you always do me like this i swear to fucking God' i cursed him in my brain before standing up. "Um.. hello" her voice was dripping with kindness and i swore I've heard this voice whining before-
"uh well let's go I'll show you around" my words were hurried as i collected my stuff refusing to make eye contact with the Girl as if my life depended on it. I walked out of the room in an almost running away as i waited for her to follow me.
As we rushed down, no. I rushed down, i could hear her heals clicking aggresively against the floor probably to match my fast af pace. Meeting kugisaki was probably the most normal interaction I've ever had. meanwhile, megumi kept staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite comprehend, hah he probably knows I'm very bothered by this girl or everything in general.
I chose to ignore his piercing gaze and walked towards itadori's room, to which megumi hesitantly went back inside his room.
As i knocked at itadori's door, i heard a few curse words followed by shuffling and things falling down, before a disheveled itadori popped out of the room, he looked like he hasn't slept for a few days now, but that's s none of the problem i can handle rn.
Cuz the second, his eyes met mine, both our faces flushed red for some reason. The awkward moment was interrupted by the girl's sweet high pitched voice, "hello" she greeted itadori, and ig there's something he knows cuz all the color in his face had drained the moment he laid eyes on her.
It was as if i could see inside him, i could feel sukuna's energy all well, he was craving to jump out and i had pushed kaori away saying itadori is sick, i told him a quick goodbye and see you later, and when my eyes turned back to kaori, she was a blushing mess and i felt a breaking feeling inside me.
Oh god please don't let it end like last time.
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starryse · 3 years
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Love me More
Sehun x Reader
fluff, slight angst, mentions of anxiety
1,161 words
Summary: Vulnerable. Unguarded. Those words you would have never used to describe Oh Sehun. But as you sat next to him on your faint blue blanket, gaze unable to leave his, you couldn’t think of anything better than to describe the look that filled his brown eyes.
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“Dude I am NOT writing him a love letter” you grabbed the jar of pasta sauce from the shelf, placing it into your shopping cart as you strode down the aisle.
The brunette next to you sulked, quiet whines of protest leaving his lips as he walked next to you through the store, “but y/n-“ you quickly hushed him, not wanting to continue the conversation the two of you had been having since you left your apartment 2 hours ago. Baekhyun huffed, crossing his grey sweater cladded arms against his chest, “okay fine, be that way”
You glanced over at your pouting friend, proceeding to roll your eyes at the look on his face, “sounds good to me.” Baekhyun could only glare at you for your response, refusing to add anything more knowing you were far too stubborn to agree with him. Meanwhile, you giggled at the strand of incoherent grumbles that left his mouth as you two began to checkout.
The rest of your week went just like that. Baekhyun, or his tag team Jongdae & Chanyeol, would constantly pester you to confess your “dying love” for their youngest member. And while you appreciate their adamant support in wanting you to be happy, your stress levels had to disagree. The constant pressure of your friends, and even their s.o.’s, to finally tell Sehun your feelings, was causing you to want to avoid the dancer as much as possible.
You canceled plans, locked yourself in your apartment, and only texted the boys when necessary (aka when they threatened to bring him over themselves.) It was stressful, to say the least. But that didn’t amount to the puddle of guilt you felt in your stomach everytime you came up with an excuse when Sehun asked why you hadn’t been talking to him, or attending your annual sushi nights. It was for the best, that’s what you had to tell yourself. If not, you would have invited Sehun over, sat him down, and told him you had been in love with him for 3 years- and that would obviously end in you losing the greatest friendship you had ever had, scratch that, the greatest person you had.
Hence, why you’re currently on your 3rd day without talking to the black haired boy, ignoring his texts or facetimes, and blatantly refusing to deal with your feelings for him. The longer you spent without him, the quicker you could move on, right? Wrong.
“Y/n? Please open the door”
The sudden knock on the door, especially the familiar voice that followed, had you flinging the remote that had been in your hand across the room, your water bottle following close behind. Your head whipped behind you, eyes staring widely at the location of the voice. The internal debate of whether you should ignore it and pretend you weren’t there, or to grow some balls and answer it was strong, but you knew you didn’t have much of a choice.
“y/n I know you’re home, don’t act like you have actual plans on a Tuesday night that doesn’t involve your tv”
A groan was pulled from your chest, an annoyed grimace spreading across your face as you hobbled to open the door. The cold breeze that entered your house quickly disappeared at the sight of the emotionless man in front of you. His arm that had been resting on the door dropped back to his side, hand tucking into the thin pocket of his joggers. The tension wasn’t nearly as bad as you would think, in fact, you felt the same feeling you always had when you were with Sehun- you felt safe. Your shoulders that were tensed back now drooped back down to their normal state, the breath you had caught in your throat now leaving as a sigh past your lips.
There was no need to tell him to enter, it was practically his second home anyways considering the amount of time he had spent there. Instead, you released your grip on the door knob and silently walked to your bedroom. You didn’t need to hear the sounds of Sehun’s discarded shoes to know he had plans to stay awhile, he always did. And you didn’t need to hear the padding of feet that trailed soon after yours to know he already knew you wanted him to follow. So when you sat on your bed, and the other side sunk from the added weight beside you, you didn’t need to look over to know Sehun was already looking at you.
What were you supposed to say? “I’m sorry Sehun I’ve been ignoring you because I love you and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling you?” Hell no. Deciding on just keeping your mouth shut, you sat next to him in silence, praying that he does something to ease the anxiety that was starting to creep in your heart. Throughout the years you had known Sehun, he had begun to take notice of the little signs you gave off when you started to feel anxious. For instance, you tended to stay silent and wait until someone did something. Right now was no different, Sehun of course watched as you stared down into your lap, eyes shifting to look over at him a few times. He knew it was your way to get him to say something, anything to make everything okay. So he did.
“You know, it sucked knowing my best friend was ignoring me,” Sehun's quiet voice cut through the silence, “knowing that the only person I wanted to talk to didn’t want to talk to me back.”
You opened your mouth to deny the last sentence, but the look he gave you and the words that came out of his mouth next were enough to shut you up, “It’s even worse when it’s the same person you’ve been in love with since the day you laid your eyes on them.”
Vulnerable. Unguarded. Those words you would have never used to describe Oh Sehun. But as you sat next to him on your faint blue blanket, gaze unable to leave his, you couldn’t think of anything better than to describe the look that filled his brown eyes.
So you did what you did best- break through his walls.
The faint touching of his tongue against yours as you pushed your lips roughly onto his was indescribable, the sensation of his slightly chapped lips beginning to move against your own enough to have you melt into the grip of his hands that squeezed your waist closer to him. Your breath was slowly smalling as the kiss deepened, as much as you hated it, you needed a breather. The sound of your lips unlatching from his let off with a pop, your nose quickly breathing in air as you glided your tongue across your darkening lips.
Your chest heaved, eyes drifting to meet Sehun’s, “I love you even more, idiot.”
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lemons-made-here · 4 years
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Omgggggg I love the denki headcanons! Can you do some with hikaru?
Sorry Lemondrops,,, I went overboard on a few of these. As always my askbox and taglists are open, enjoy!
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Hikaru is such a cuddler oml. After sex he just wants to hold you close, he prefers seeing your face, but anyway he can hold you tight makes him happy. Hikaru would rather clean the sheets later and focus on you, he almost always has water bottles and snacks like dried fruit near him if you need them. If you two got a little rough (Let’s be honest, this is Hikaru, you did) Hikaru will rub lotion or oils into your sore spots until you feel better.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Hikaru likes your lips and eyes, the way you chew your lips or how big your eyes can grow when you’re excited? He melts. On top of that, you know the exact look and just how to kiss him to make him a puddle in your hands
On himself however, Hikaru loves his arms. How he could throw you over his shoulder at anytime, how you giggle and swoon every time he goes in for a bear hug, or how you leave scratches down the length of his biceps everytime he thrusts into you
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Doesn’t have a preference other than your face. He likes to see your lovely face clearly as much as he can during the deed. But if you cum on him? He’ll savor it, he enjoys being marked. Your cum and juices on his face? It only gets him harder. But overall Hikaru enjoys cumming in you if you’re okay with it, he thrives to see his spunk dripping out of your worn out hole.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to fuck you in the music room when guests are still there. Maybe when things are slowing down and everything isn’t as busy, but still populated. On a couch further back, away from the crowds but you’ll still have to be caeful of the noises coming out of your mouth. Hikaru pushing you deeper into the club’s cushions, having your cum stain the couches he’ll use the next day.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Meeeeh He has a general idea, he’s been coped up in his room most of the time, so a high consumption of porn, but he understands that’s not how things always work out. He picks it up as you go along, more than anything Hikaru is focused if you’re having a good time, he’s quick to learn what you like.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Standard missionary for the most part, but for lazy morning sex when neither of you really want to move, he prefers on your sides with your leg over his for easy access so he can still cuddle while he’s inside you
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Not goofy whatsoever, Hikaru wants nothing during sex but to shower you in love, adoration and leave you both incredibly satisfied. Though sometimes his “harmless” tickling and laughs leads to groping and feverous kisses. Hikaru’s more of a tease than a goof
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Completely waxed, as a model for his mother’s company its much easier just to get rid of it all together. But underwear model Hikaru? Punk/Peirced Hikaru?...... That kind of stuff... Its already in the works, just ask ;)
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Hikaru’s all about intimacy, taking care of you first is the easiest way of getting himself off, although you’d like to say you’re past the honeymoon phase, it doesn’t quite feel like it. Every time you cum Hikaru reassures you, he wants to make you feel special, because you’re his everything
J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)
Hikaru tries to not masturbate as much as he did back when you two weren’t together, its kind of weird to him now getting off without you there, he’d much rather cum with you or just try to ignore it. However, there are times that he’s away with the host club or his family and he’ll go through his phone for older nudes or texts, but most of the time he’ll text you.
From Hikaru: I need you so bad (N/N), I’m so hard it hurts
You: Is that so? Let me see
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Voicemail from Princess💖
Just like that Hikaru, ooh your dick looks so good, you wish I was there don’t you? Wrapping my lips around your cock and sucking you dry, I want you to come all over my face, give me a pearl necklace baby, hold on for a little longer Hikaru, I want you to wait for me, you want to cum? Then you better beg for it
He has numerous voicemails just like it, its easiest for him to get off when he can hear your voice or smell you, so don’t be surprised when Hikaru’s packing for a trip and a few of your panties go missing
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Biting: Hikaru can get hard from the sight of hickies and love-bites littered over your body, Hikaru loves to make you squirm when you’re on his lap and starts to nibble on your collarbones, or better yet hold you down when he’s eating you out as he leaves not-so-gentle bites along your bikini line
Praising: From or to you, during the act Hikaru makes sure you feel loved and appreciated, deep down he’s a little insecure about his skills so it’d do Hikaru good to boost his ego,,,, just a bit
Exhibition: Hikaru loves the thrill of getting caught, in a hallway of his mansion, the music room a few minutes before an event starts or behind a curtain at a gala, if you do get caught, don’t expect him to stop.
Panty Theft: He doesn’t know why, but Hikaru can’t help but sneakily pocket a pair when he’s over or pick a pair off the floor the morning after. He’s says that he was just interested in style’s for the family business, or just conveniently forgot to give them back to you, but deep down he hopes one of two situation will turn out from this a) You finally break and make him replace the ones he’s stolen (He get’s to spoil you and see your new collection... its a win-win) or b) you don’t have any panties left,,, either way he’s going to show off that shit eating grin
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
As mentioned before, Hikaru really doesn’t care where (or when) you two do the do, there’s been more than once you’ve returned to an event or class with your hair in a mess and your clothes a little more wrinkled
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, little things go way farther than what you’d expect. How you stretch in bed every morning, the look on your face when concentrating or when a do a little dance or wiggle when you’re excited. Hikaru is also a bit touch starved, so running your hands over his chest when you straighten his tie or nuzzling is neck when you two are cuddling gets him going pretty easily too.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Threesomes, as often as he plays the brotherly card at the host club, he loves no one but you, and believes it should stay that way in the bedroom. In addition, aside from spanking, hair pulling or biting, Hikaru really doesn’t want to harm you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He’s doesn’t have a preference, but in his mind oral should be given with a balance, so its not only one party reciving. Although he doesn’t believe it, Hikaru is up there when it comes to skill, he mostly derives off of your sounds and breathing. If you can barely speak, then he’s doing his job correctly.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends on the mood, but most of the time Hikaru wants to feel every part of you, so he’s a bit on the slower side. Hikaru’s so big that the stretch of his dick inside you makes you breathless every time without fail. If you do go rough, Hikaru can’t hold back spilling praises and ‘I love you’s, but fast or slow, Hikaru wants to hold you throughout.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Hikaru isn’t opposed to a quickie if the time calls for it, he just finds it easier to be in a bedroom so clean-up is a little easier and the act is more comfortable with pillows and a mattress for example instead of a wall. Regardless, Hikaru is down for anywhere and anytime if you agree to it, if you two are that horny than he’s willing to fuck you into the floor.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Hikaru’s up for anything once, but if he doesn’t like something afterwards he’s going to tell you. As mentioned before, Hikaru thrives when in the face of getting caught, so something similar isn’t off the table in the slightest. As for other types of risks,,, let’s just say there might be a deeply buried breeding kink in there somewhere.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Hikaru is usually up for three or four rounds, depending on how long you can take it. Hikaru strives to get you to cum first, because its going to take him a while before he snaps, Hikaru can hold off for at least thirty minutes before he truly reaches a full climax, so be prepared for a long, exhausting night.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Hikaru is a big fan of toys, when he’s not spoiling you with clothes or exotic sweets, its with new toys for in the bedroom. On you or him he really doesn’t care, as long as you’re both having a good time. Don’t be afraid to rough him up a little with a cockring, handcuffs and a plug once in a while, not only does he love when you leave him really a little sire the next day, but you deserve a little pay back for all the times he’s teased you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Speaking of, Hikaru will tease you to no end. (Sorry I thought a drabble would be more adequate for this one)
You caught Hikaru’s eye in the sparse hallway, quickening your pace to finally clap your arms around his neck.
“You would not believe the day I had” You muttered into his shoulder, going on to explain the insanity of your lab partner and the test you nearly failed. Hikaru interlocked your fingers with his and continued walking you to lunch, stroking his thumb over yours as you continued. Once you were in the hallway block for the lunchroom, Hikaru walked himself toward you, until you were snugly pressed between Hikaru and the wall. Your head drooped with satisfaction as Hikaru began running his teeth along your neck and running his large hands up and down your waist.
“H-hikaru!” You whispered frantically, whipping your head around to see if anyone was watching,less than fifty feet away was the beginning of the line for students to pick up lunches, anyone could turn at any point and this hallway wasn’t exactly known for being unfrequented. “ We could get caught! We can’t just, just makeout in the middle of the hallway!”
“Oh, we can’t?” He chuckled, pressed his toned hips towards you, he wasn’t completely hard but you could feel the bulge of his glorious dick pressing into you. After a few sweet kisses from Hikaru to sooth his  previous bites, you began returning them, tugging on his tie to deepen the kiss and Hikaru sucked on your bottom lip, your breath became ragged and the heat from your core quickly began to overcome your fear from possible on-lookers. Hikaru dipped his dipped behind you to the small of your back, making small circles into your Venus dimples.
Suddenly, Hikaru pulled away, straightening the magenta bow around your neck and brushing off his slacks. As he began to walk towards the lunchroom Hikaru extend his hand behind him, signaling you to retrieve it. Still dazed from arousal, you took a minute before catching up.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Hikaru’s not a full-on screamer, but he’s not exactly quiet. Its heavy panting and moans for the most part. Hikaru’s dirty talk is on another level, he’s not afraid to pull out his dom voice if you’re being a brat.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Hikaru is quite the switch, he’s happy on either end of the spectrum. When’s Hikaru is domming he can be both an extremely hard or extremely soft dom. Putting you into your place and edging you until you cry, or adorning you with praises, gentle kisses and soothing touches. If he’s subbing however, you’ll have to get the brat out of him first, but beyond that he’s a pillow princess.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
As I have mentioned in numerous other headcanons, Hikaru is t h i c c about six and a half inches, but he’s so hot and vainy that your mind goes blank.
Your lungs seem to rattle as you let out another shaky breath, sinking down on to Hikaru’s cock, biting harder on your lip you try to hold in a sob as Hikaru rubs circles into your back, chest pressed against yours.
“(Y/N), I know baby, just breathe you’re doing so good taking me”
Your brain feels cloudy, hardly registering the praises Hikaru lavishes you with, you’re just so full. His dick throb so hard inside you, you can feel the pulse in your throat as you lift yourself up again and push down harder. The stretch feels like too much and just right all at the same time, as if you aren’t careful, he’ll split you in two. You push aside the thought and start riding him harder, yearning to feel more of him inside you; Hikaru meets your bounces and hits your cervix head-on. Your vision goes white for a second, heartbeat quickening as your ragged breath hit Hikaru’s shoulder.
“You’re so big Hikaru, so so good” You mumble into his neck, drunken off of pleasure you struggle to keep up your previous pace. Hikaru hums in response and flips you on your back and kisses your sternum
“Be good for me alright princess? Its my turn, so just relax, I got you”
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Pretty average, if you’re in the mood Hikaru’s not going to say no, but he’s not the type to try and seduce you every three hours because he’s horny. If you do go at it for longer or rougher than usual, Hikaru is good for a day or two. Hikaru’s not going to leave you hanging or unsatisfied
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depending on when and where you do the do, Hikaru doesn’t necessarily need to sleep for a couple hours. But if you do happen to be completely limp from exhaustion, Hikaru will clean you up, make sure you’re hydrated and cuddle while you fall asleep.
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Freaking berries
Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader
Warnings: none, soft and bold Castiel
Synopsis: Dean is bored during the Holiday season in the Bunker so decides to plan one of his special idea to annoy his non blood related sister about her beguin for the Angel in the trenchcoat.
A/N: short drabble, no prof read sorry.
I know not everyone has this tradition and not everyone celebrate Christmas. I'd rather not write about other holidays' traditions without the knowledge of it and say things that could be misinterpreted or simply say some bs and be totally incoherent or rude. (I'd love to learn about Hag HaHanoukka for instance)
Also I know, Destiel is canon, don't come at me, I root for it too alright.
Cas has my soul since season 4, sorry Sammy. I need more Cas/reader.
Gif not mine, don't remember where I found it, sorry 👉👈
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"Hey, you two!"
You stopped at the kitchen's treshold, Cas on your boots ready to leave on a hunt, you both look back at Dean wondering.
This latter lifted his finger up, a grin spreading on his face. Looking up you blushed lightly and sight.
"Dean, don't be a creep,"
The smile on his face made you want to punch him "It's tradition!"
Sam restrained a laugh, knowing exactly where this was going.
Castiel tilted his head at the older Winchester "What is it!?"
"You had to ask" Mumbling to the Angel next you.
"This is a mistletoe. It's tradition to kiss the person you are with while underneath it." You groaned internally. "Whoever that is." He finished with a wink.
"Obviously you are too short to put it up there, so I presume Sammy is on it." Dean looked offended for a second, his giant of a brother sipped on his green juice avoiding your killing stare.
They knew you had something for the Angel for years now. And while they were most of the times respectful of your secret crush, they sometimes couldn't help but have some fun about it. They knew they were in for a revenge though.
"It's bad luck if you don't,"
You scoffed at Dean "Like we aren't already full of it!" Glancing at the Angel, your heart skipped a step. He had that little frown, and tilted head he always made when trying to understand humans. As much as you knew you could walk away from this, you also wanted it to happen, so you took a deep breath and reached for the Angel's shoulder. "Alright Cas, are you ok with_"
He turned to you, his eyes boring into yours immediatly, "I'm okay if you are."
Oh boy! It was not how you thought it would go, the first time you would kiss him and chuck you had thought about kissing him a hundred times but here you were, with a chance to do so.
"May I?" His sudden lead brought you back to the moment, was that eagerness?
He stepped up, his large build taking all the space left in the door frame, his closeness was overwhelming, everytime you were this close it was because one of you were on the verge of passing out after a hunt bleeding or hurt. This was new.
His hand reached your hair softly gliding his fingers against it making you shiver, the boldness of the huntress melted with his touch, you felt like a woman for once since a while, with desire and needs, in front of the one you'd want for years.
Your eyes never leaving his until they closed on their own as his warmth submerged you. His plump lips were so soft against your own, he was gentle yet bold, his other reached for your ribs, his thumb resting under your breast. At this point you were but a puddle in his embrace, it was everything and more than you've imagined. He backed you up against the wall gently, still kissing you fervently. Finding back your spirit you counter back sliding your lips open to a searing kiss.
To say that it wasn't what you expected for a mistletoe-kiss coming from an Angel would be a huge euphemism. You were expecting a smooch at least, definitely not that intensity. And hearing the disgusted groans in the background neither the brothers.
Eyes fluttering open Castiel was still holding you, his lips inches from yours. Already watching your features for any kind of discomfort. If anyone were to talked to you right now, you'd hear nothing but the thumps of your heart.
He had learn so much while watching humans, their emotions and feelings, it had changed him from the unemotional angel he used to be. All this time you thought you could never have something real with him, but seeing and feeling his devotion within this kiss, maybe it wasn't too late
Castiel's intense blue eyes were staring deep into yours, hypnotising you. He saw the tiniest gasp leaving your lips as he spoke, his deep voice reaching to the treshold of your intimacy.
"I like this tradition,"
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I LOVE YOU 3000!
-PART 26
Weekend 2
Harry arrived right on time. Louis opened the door to a warm smile and a basket of chocolate.
"Ok, when I said don't bring pizza, I certainly didn't mean, 'bring loads of chocolates'", Louis laughed, letting Harry in.
"What can I say, I'm such a gentleman," Harry replied with an all knowing smile.
Harry had barely stepped into the apartment when Clifford ran to him. Harry was a bit startled, but soon crouched down and started scratching Cliff behind his ears.
"Someone's not asleep today. How are you Cliffy. You gonna watch a movie with us?", Harry babbled on in a childlike voice as Louis shut the door behind them and moved over to the couch, eyes never leaving Harry.
"Do you know what movie we're watching today?" Louis asked.
"The Incredible Hulk. I've done my research thank you."
"Good," Louis smiled getting the remote. Everything else was already set up.
Harry got up and walked to the couch, Clifford on his heel and as soon as he sat down, Clifford settled himself on Harry's feet.
"So what brought this sudden change of demeanor?" Harry asked, patting Cliff's head.
"Maybe he's expecting more treats."
"Shit. I mean sorry. I didn't get anything for him. I mean I wanted to, but I didn't know if he had any preference or restrictions."
"Chill Harry, I have his food stocked up for a whole month. You needn't get him anything. I was just teasing."
"Oh. Okay."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What was it again?"
"Chocolates."
"Oh that. Well, I saw the stash of chocolates on your fridge the other day, so I got you some more. It was good to know that you have a sweet tooth. But seriously, so many chocolates Louis! One would think you're a five year old."
"Hey, those were not mine."
"Cliff surely doesn't eat those. Do you Cliff?" Harry said, looking down at Clifford during the last bit and scratching his ears, to which he gave a joyful bark. "See, he says no."
"Don't turn my son against me", Louis replied, faux-offended. "No really, those aren't mine. My niece and nephew go to the school around the corner, and they drop by randomly to spend time with their beloved uncle and I spoil them with chocolates."
"How sweet. But am I supposed to believe that you never grab chocolates for yourself?"
"I'm only human Harry. Ofcourse I do."
"Thought as much."
"You wanna see their pictures?"
"Sure."
Louis scrolled in his gallery and pulled out a picture of him holding the hands of two kids on his either side. The shot was taken on a football pitch, Louis wearing a white jersey and the two kids wearing red ones.
"That's Lux and Theo. They accompanied me as mascots that year."
"You play football?"
"What does it look like?"
"No, I mean not just casual games, proper matches! Wow. You're that passionate about it?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Louis smiled at the picture.
"Your niece and nephew are so cute."
"I know right. And you must know they're equally mischievous. Little pranksters."
"Wonder who taught them", Harry teased.
"Cool uncle Louis might have had something to do with it, but you didn't hear it from me."
"Never. My lips are sealed."
"Good."
"That reminds me." Harry fished out his phone and paused. "Do you mind if I get a picture if you?"
"Yeah, but why?"
"I'll save it as your contact image."
"Oh sure."
Louis smiled softly and Harry's heart skipped a beat. He kept staring at Louis through the phone and it wasn't until Louis cleared his throat, that Harry realised what he was supposed to do.
"Just a minute. And--- we're done. Looking good!"
Louis smiled bashfully as he saw Harry open his contact to save the picture. That's when he saw the name.
Lou :)
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Louis melted into a puddle at his contact name on Harry's phone and instantly felt bad about saving Harry's name as simply Harry Styles. Looks too professional. He made a mental note to change it later.
"My turn." Louis focussed his camera on Harry, as the boy smiled widely, dimples popping up. Louis smiled too and took the picture. He looked at it for a second before shoving his phone back in his pocket. "Movie?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, easing back in the couch.
"Yeah. No wait- shit I forgot." With that Louis jumped from the couch and sprinted towards the kitchen. Harry sat confused for a while before Louis re-emerged with a tray containing a huge bowl and two plates and cutlery.
"I hope you like pasta."
"Yeah. Oh. Wow. You cooked for me?"
"Haha no Harold. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I can't cook. I had my helper make it."
"Oh."
"Disappointed?" Louis laughed.
"No no, I was just momentarily surprised."
Louis smiled as he set the tray down on the coffee table and and hit play on the remote.
Once again, Louis watched Harry's reaction with great amusement, but this time, he noticed something else too. He noticed Harry's jaw drop every time, the lead actor got shirtless and how terrified he looked everytime he changed to the huge Hulk.
"Don't get too attached Harry. He's only starring in this movie. A different actor plays Hulk in the rest of the movies."
And Harry looked so sad at that, Louis melted.
"Aww, poor Haz."
Harry's lips quirked upwards at the pet name and from the corner of his eyes he could see Louis tense beside him.
"Um, sorry. I didn't mean to--"
"No, nono it's okay. You can call me Haz. I like it."
"Okay." Louis continued after a pause, "remember when I told you not to call me Lou?"
"Yeah, shit sorry, I know last week it slipped off my tongue once or twice."
"Yeah, no I mean, you can call me Lou too."
"Okay," Harry smiled and returned to the screen.
The time passed by pleasantly between movie, pasta, timid glances towards each other and Clifford switching between Harry and Louis' laps.
After the movie ended, Harry turned towards Louis and held his hand out. "Give me your phone."
"What? Why?"
"Just open your Instagram explore page and give. Don't worry I'll not snoop around."
Louis did as told and Harry typed out a username and and clicked on it.
"Here's my private account." Harry said, handing Louis back the phone. "You can follow me here if you want. I can actually post freely on here."
Louis looked st the screen hs94.
Louis didn't want to check it in front of Harry. So he just smiled and nodded. "I will."
Harry smiled back.
"Guess, I should leave now."
Louis ignored the sad voice in his head that had reappeared again.
"Until next week Louis Tomlinson," Harry called walking out the door.
"Until next week Harry."
And as Harry left, Louis took out his phone and edited Harry's contact.
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Melizabeth Week 2021 | Day 4, Part 1: Broken / Salvation
by: Lillie Bell
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Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3
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So I have found the posting limit of Tumblr and this chapter must come in two parts. 😅😅 Some trigger warning here for violence against minors as we learn more about what happened at Badon. Again, I am writing & publishing these quickly, so expect errors, repeated words, and the plot points not to directly line up. We'll polish those up in editing 😉
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He was thrust into consciousness gasping for air as a torrent of water filled his mouth. He rolled and emptied his stomach as his breaths heaved and his forehead pressed into the cold stone. His body shuddered to awareness, the aches in his knees where they pressed into the hard floor, the fatigue in his arms where his elbows leaned into the stone. He coughed as his back burned from the deep gasps of breath necessary to fill his lungs. Another torrent of water descended, flattening him against the floor.
He gasped again as it receded, as his back pulled against the four points of his wings. He howled as his vision flashed white and his body convulsed from the pain. Again, another torrent, another desperate round of gasping and eye-crossing, seering pain. And another dropped, each time the pain building and building until he was at the edges of consciousness and the garbled noise of his cries sounded far far away.
"Stop!"
His eyes creaked open as Elizabeth's voice sliced through the darkness. There was too much light and he clenched his eyes shut before he could make out the bleary objects in the room.
"Are you feeling refreshed yet?" One of the handlers taunted. He sounded miles below the earth.
Meliodas heard the muffled sound of splashing. But the ebbing pain told him it wasn't his body moving in the puddle of water soaking his cheek, his clothes, his ear. He marveled at the fresh smell - not acrid or waste - but the smell of rain when he would soar through the thunderheads reveling in the electric tingle against his wings.
"It's enough," said Elizabeth. From his left?
He barely opened an eye before closing it against the brightness. He instinctively pulled at his healing magic, willing his body to be free from the pain, the fatigue, and the befuddled senses, before he was reminded of the metal chestpiece, the emptiness where his power normally flowed in abundance, and the raging inferno that swept across his body before he fell into darkness.
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Elizabeth watched him for hours. After the mages "bathed" them, after he burst into black flames before her eyes, after they fed him a syringe of what she hoped was a healing potion, and brought them both back to their cells. And hours more, as she monitored his lungs breathing in and out. For the first two hours, laborer and wet band she worried he hadn't expelled all the water from his lungs. And then it settled into a steady rhythm and she eased back from the edge of the metal that separated them. Took her hands away from the metal where she was always a decision away from wretching the bars apart - damn the consequences. Part of her wondered if the strange burning magic that engulfed them would melt the bars and if she would survive it enough to be able to help him.
Luckily he pulled through before she turned truly desperate. Now he only grimaced occasionally when his hair tickled his nose and he swatted it away or from a small fit in his sleep.
She sighed, thinking what Chandler or her commandments would say if they knew how concerned she was about a goddess. Chandler had told her over and over that the Demon clan was superior and it was her duty to slaughter the Goddess clan all in the name of the Demon King. But even before she entered the war, Elizabeth had never quite understood. Had never grasped the concept of good and evil, powerful and weak, because she had always wondered who made the judgement. Who was the decider of what was good and what was evil. And the more she was involved in the Holy War, the more she razed villages and terrorized the other races, the more she was lauded as a hero and the next successor of the Demon King, the more she wondered if what she did was good and if what the goddesses did to stop them was evil. And who bloody decided which one they were?
Meliodas fidgeted in his sleep, a scratchy grunt pressing through his lips as he rolled into his stomach.
She had asked Zeldris once. She knew the strike she'd receive from Chandler - had learned long before to silently suffer his lessons - and the commandments, though her subordinates, seemed to enjoy their place torturing and razing Britannia. She had turned to her brother, the only other as close to the Demon King as herself.
He had laughed at her. Asked her what difference did it make. They had a duty and they would perform that duty to their highest capability. That was their pride as part of the Demon King's lineage. Even now she scoffed. She should have expected such an answer from her over-serious brother.
And so she continued. Invading villages, feeding off of the terror and desperation of humans and fairies and giants, and showing the power of the great demon clan. The killing and the violence didn't bother her. She just wanted there to be a reason for it. She wanted there to be meaning behind the blood on her hands.
She watched Meliodas as he slept. His blonde hair damp and beginning to curl. His white shirt and pants tight against his body. Even relaxed, it was impossible not to see that he was a warrior. Her eyes skimmed the muscles of his arms and legs - their tone indicative of the training regime he likely kept. The callouses clear on his open hand. Even in the strange exercises the mages had them perform, it was obvious he had stayed in shape even 150 years after his pacifist oath.
For over one and a half centuries, Meliodas had found reason after reason not to fight. Reason after reason, century after century, of saving lives while she continued to take them. For no reason at all.
He stirred again, his green eyes opening. And she was startled by the beat of happiness that sounded through all seven of her hearts to see his eyes clear and aware.
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"What happened?" He ventured to ask once he'd sat up. He took in the now familiar area of his cell and drenched clothing.
"Evidently, the subject had a reaction even though the protocols of experiment 23 were followed exactly."
He looked at her blankly. She gave a stiff shrug. "That's what they were muttering about after our shower."
"I feel like shit."
"You look it, too."
He chuckled even when it hurt. He looked up, hoping to see her smiling, too. He had rarely seen her smile during their internment, usually only catching a smirk or sneer as they went through their exercises. Instead, her face was calculating, her teeth deep in her lip as her blue eyes weighed whatever thoughts were going through her mind.
"During the experiment," she asked softly, her gaze sliding to the floor. "You saw something, didn't you?"
He shook his head, as if he could shake the memories away. "It's always the same," he answered, just as quietly.
"Badon?"
His breath caught and his fingers clawed at his hair. "It's always Badon." He tipped his head back, looking up at the tall tall ceiling.
She stepped up to the bars, watching as she stood over him. "Can you tell me about it?"
His eyes trailed down the rough stone, tracing down the lines of mortar, zigzagging until the metal bars came into view and then her face with an expression so gentle, so concerned, his heart fluttered for a moment.
"Badon was a crossing town - a midpoint between Megadozer and the fairy forest and the larger human cities. It even managed to sit as a halfway point between the demon portals and goddess floating islands." She said, reciting the history she knew.
He swallowed slowly, willing the words into his mouth as his vision of her morphed into a memory of a grand celebration.
"Every year, the citizens of Badon would hold a festival on the mountaintop which gave the city it's name. They always elected one of each clan to come, and more were welcome. I was chosen as the ambassador of the goddess clan.
"There were a few giants and fairies - citizens of Badon - and mostly humans. It was a midday festival in autumn." He closed his eyes, feeling the sun on his face, the open blue sky above him, the smell of stone and pine, and the laughter as people sang and danced around them.
"I brought a few others with me. My brothers, Ludociel and Mael, and my close friend Jalemet. We were having a good time, talking and dancing. Ludociel was a little drunk and was just randomly blessing people." Her hand clenched around the bar. He watched her lips mouth the demon name for the spell, Cheat Hope.
He smiled, but it cut across his face wrong. "It was the first time I'd seen Luds be not so uptight and serious. I thought he was finally able to relax."
"But then he started convincing Badonians to kill the demons who were invited. And, once they were killed, he convinced the citizens to kill each other. Penance for one family in the death of another.
"And they killed everyone - the giants and humans and fairies and demons. The children were herded to a corner and I joined them. I didn't know what else to do. Luds and Jalemet were in the fray, Mael was holding his own against the giants.
"It was a massacre and it was the middle of the day. I could see everything. Hear everything. And whatever I had thought before about why we killed, who we killed, it was slaughtered that day too."
Tears swelled in his eyes and his voice. He met her blue eyes, hoping to see sympathy there and only finding a calm, neutral expression.
"When Luds came for the children, I did my best to protect them. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough to save even one."
The tears flowed freely. "I haven't killed anyone since that day. Everytime I see blood, I see the bodies of those happy citizens, the bodies of the children, and I can't. I can't."
Still that neutral expression. And somewhere in his breaking heart it made him angry. The anger mixing with the sadness and the inevitability that these trials would again put blood on his hands and his soul.
“You can laugh at me or hate me, but I stick by my decision," he growled, standing.
“Idiot.” Her chuckle was breathy and he started.
“I can’t hate you. I don’t hate anyone. That’s why Father gave me this stupid commandment.”
She reached out her hands and he stepped forward carefully. He hesitated before his palms pressed into hers. And her small hands wrapped around his before she pulled him into her chest and hugged him.
Her scent filled him, the smell of rain and spice. Her tall, warm body pressed him between her and the bars. Her strong arms squeezed around his shoulders. And he breathed against her soft chest, amazed and speechless and heart swelling over the pain of his memories.
"Meliodas," she whispered and a slice of warmth went down his spine. "Thank you for sharing your story." She ruffled his hair and smiled, and he forgot to breathe. "Let's get some sleep."
He didn't sleep much due to the pounding of his heart and the constant glances to her sleeping form.
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He was in between dozing and enjoying the cute snores from Elizabeth when they were thrust awake by banging on the bars. A troop of mages lined the walls, their two handlers at the door.
Geoffrey stepped out from the middle.
"Great to see you are both rested and recovered. Given the interesting effects of the experiment yesterday," his eyes slid to Meliodas as the goddess scowled at him, "we have changed our protocols a bit. You will be facing another combat trial today."
The doors opened and they were allowed to step through of their own ability before the handlers began leading them by the filigreed metal that bound them.
They made their way to breakfast and then to the large battle area where they had fought the wyvern and serpent. Again they were directed toward a wall of weapons. He noted the addition of shields.
"Care to give us a hint at what we might face?" Elizabeth asked, a finger tracing the edge of a shield. He hadn't realized how closely he had followed her, nearly grazing her arm as she paused.
"It does seem fair to warn you this time," Geoffrey spoke from the front of the hall.
"You will fight a beast of legend and lore. It has taken us years to perfect the breeding conditions, to collect the eggs and temperature and temperament of the adder to create such a being. Not to mention the months of incubation in miasma."
Elizabeth gasped at his shoulder. Her hand pulled at her hair.
"A cockatrice?"
Geoffrey's smile was feral. "Ah, you do know the legend of the cockatrice. It is the crowning achievement of our chimera research. A true beast bred from poison and death. The only magic involved are the spells to subjugate the adder and the hatched cockatrice."
Elizabeth let out a shaking breath. "How does this trial end?"
"As they all have, demon. When you or the cockatrice is deemed unable to fight."
His lips pressed together. The promise he made Merlin those nights ago flashed into his mind. Was he ready to throw away his oath to protect her?
"You will have ten minutes to prepare. You will both fight the cockatrice together." His eyes shifted to Elizabeth. "Choose your weapons wisely."
And he walked away.
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The beauty and her bird
Chapter-13 "Ummm.. Breakfast?"
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The new redness in the comforting darkness had me squinting my eyes to go back to the darkness. I moved my hands to cover my face with the blanket, but a rough voice pulled me out from my struggles to go back to sleep. 
"It's time to open your eyes angel."
I groaned and rolled on my stomach in an attempt to brush the person away. But it seems like he didn't get the hint.
"I already let you sleep one extra hour. You need to get up." 
Realising nothing can be done right now, I feigned sleep as my last resort. I heard a sigh.
"I know you are awake, Madamoseil."   
I opened one eye to see a pair of emeralds looking back at me. I sat and opened my eyes fully. 
"Good morning to you too Robin. You know I'm not a morning person but you just have to disrupt my sleep don't you?"
A chuckle left his beak. I smiled. They say 'the first impression is the last impression.' But I can clearly feel my impression of him is changing. When I look into those green pools, I see pain and longing. He tries to look through but his eyes give everything away. I don't know why but I find myself enjoying his company. If someone had told me that I will enjoy his company when I came here, I would have bi**h-slapped them right there. 
"If I recall correctly, you were the one who was eager to wake up early, help me feed the birds?" His expression is almost the same but I can see amusement in his eyes, he knows he's winning.
"Fair enough." I touch the corner of my lip to feel some drool. I feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I jumped out of bed with a squeal. But my clumsy self can't do anything good. So instead of landing on my feet, I got tangled in the blanket and fell off the bed. I waited for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes.
And lo and behold. My secret crush hash friend saved me. Again. I felt my face heat up. This time I slowly removed the blankets, stood up and slowly walked towards the door to take a bath. All the while feeling his amused gaze on my back. I internally slapped myself for being so awkward. I hurriedly undressed and poured the cold water on my face to wake myself up. The red color slowly left my face. Thank God. 
I rubbed my ass. It would've hurt pretty bad if it weren't for him. Speaking of him….. 
How did he catch me again? With his wings? But he can't catch me with his wings? He couldn't have used his talons. They would have scratched my back, not to mention he was wearing shoes. Or was he? 
I scratched my head. And sighed. I untangled my hair and stepped away from the wet floor. I opened the door and entered my room. A dress was already sitting on the chair near the bed. It has become a tradition, well sort of. I left Robin choose the dresses I wear and he lets me make him some clothes. Pretty simple deal. It's not like I mind, I have to admit he has a pretty good taste. 
I put the dress on and wear the corset. I was dreading this part, like always. I mean, who made this thing? It's so suffocating. After I was fine I walked outside. The familiar hallway greeted me, I couldn't help but compare it to when I had just arrived. It still has some dust here and there but compared to when I arrived it's a big improvement. The pictures weren't even visible due to the amount of dust on them. 
I didn't even realise when I reached the dining table. Looking at the dishes, I saw that Robin had already prepared enough to feed five of me. I gazed at his emerald orbs as he caught my state but didn't look away. It was….. strange to say, everytime I look into his eyes, I feel this strange sensation in my stomach, just like when I was younger, with Adrien…. Alya had later told me that they are called butterflies and you only feel butterflies in your stomach when you look at someone you like. It's a symptom of having a 'crush'. 
I snorted at my fairy-tales. Robin raised a single eyebrow. 
How does he do that? I can't raise an eyebrow without the other one. What the hell? 
I tried to mimic him and he let out a raspy chuckle. Instead of a chuckle, it sounded like a chirrup. I couldn't hold myself, I burst out laughing. Soon I was in tears. I looked at him and noticed redness on his cheeks. 
"Are you bLuShInG?" He turned even more redder. I burst out into another guy of laughter. 
He huffed and crossed his wings around his waist, looking anywhere but her way. "I'M NOT BLUSHING MADAMOSEIL! YOU ARE CLEARLY MISTAKEN!" He tries his best to sound casual but unfortunately for him, his voice sounded alarmed, like a little child denying he didn't steal candy after getting caught red-handed. 
A goofy grin made its way to my face. And from the look on his face, it must be really creepy. My shoulders were shaking in an attempt to stop the laugh threatening to escape from my mouth. 
He suddenly turned her way, the whole aura of the room changed. His eyes note into hers with such intensity, that she froze into her place. All she could see were those green eyes, green and calm like newborn leaves. They feel comfortable silence, it should have been a comfortable silence. With each passing second, she felt heat rise in her body, starting from her neck and slowly climbing towards her face. She couldn't help it, the stare was too much, she wanted to melt into a puddle right then and there, but her body seemed to have a mind of-
"Marinette" the name rolled from his tongue so perfectly that she felt butterflies in her stomach at full force. Was her name always this beautiful? "Breathe." 
Concern was evident in his face. Huh? What did he say? Breathe? Am I- OOOHHHH! I'm not breathing. When did I hold my breath? He stood up from his seat and walked towards me, I felt myself craving his touch. I wanted to hug him…..
He touched my arm and said something, his beak moved, but I couldn't hear a thing, all I could think was how his beak felt under my hands. He leaned closer, concern evident in his eyes. I involuntarily opened my lips, and….. coughed. 
F*** Was I holding my BREATH? Whoa…. 
"Are you okay Angel?" 
"I- Um… yeah yeah." I noticed my head, in reality my brain felt like goo. Whatever was happening to me, I needed to get a grip, luckily, he dropped it.
"So I tried some desserts today. Since you were later than usual." Finally, I succeeded in treating my face off him and into the food. 
"Let's see how it tastes then." I smiled.
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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years
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Be quiet!
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You had the urge to just shout at those motherfuckers just to see if they would stop making so many noise. But you merely breathed in and out in favor of calming yourself down to prevent any sounds to come out of you.
Especially when some man was sleeping peacefully for once in your side.
Chisaki never knew how to hold himself back with whatever he did or choose to do. Pops always commented, and you had to agree, that Kai takes tuings a bit, LOT, too far than necessary... his job on the yakusa was a living proof of that.
Just yesterday the man sended four people to the hospital for insulting the yakusa or Pops on his front... they aparently were in a coma.
Not only that but how he digged himself into work; spending hours even on his office. And he would only come out of that room if he was satisfied with himself at how much work he had done that day.
You lost count on how many times you had to drag that bastard out of that room, almost passing out with sleep in the middle of the hallway and having to hear a bit of his complains if how much his head hurted.
Of fucking course sweetheart you would have your eyes sore, chill for once!
When Kai finally admited he was tired, his personality did a whole 180 defree turn, for real. The usual cold, unforgiving and stoic man would just melt on a puddle of sleepy little bird who just wants to close his eyes and fall asleep for once... demandinh your sweet touches or on his head and scalp or on his back.
He loved the sweet scratches on his back musvpes and lived only to feel your gentle touch on him... he admit it? Hell no. He had a reputation to up load.
And you loved and took advantage of everytime he was like this? Yes. Without shame.
He was just so cute whenever those puff golden eyes looked at you before he shoved his face on the crook of your neck, in the top of your head or even on your thighs and just wordless told you to start that magical touch of yours that could lull him to a peaceful sleep.
Although... the Shie Hassaikai was never a quiet place. Especially when the creatures named Rappa, Mimic and Chrono lived on there.
Chrono was the most quiet but yet whenever he would get too much into a argument or a discussion his voice showed out... while you didn't had to comment about Rappa or Mimic...
Your jaw tightened in irritation at hearing the shouts and Nemoto's demands for the rest of the gang to keep their voice down, knowing that his master was taking his rest.
Your eye twitched when Rappa just told him to fuck off while you mentally cringed and gasped when Chisaki grunted a bit on his sleep...
Afraid that he would wake up, you traced your fingers through his hair while the other carresed his cheek a bit, that frow on his forehead dissapearing as his face returned to a peaceful one.
You sighed in relief before slowly getting out from your sitting position on the bed. You knew how Kai was a light sleeper, but he was so tired that he apparently didn't caught yet the yelling outside of his room... and even made a slightly aoft snore sound, making you giggled a bit before you closed the door.
Just when you closed you flinched at Mimic's yell and threats of death while the other precepts tried to calm him down.
That's it. If Chisaki wake up with this, that man was staying grumpy as fuck for the rest of the week, and he NEEDED his fucking rest.
Glaring already at the group when you found them, Mimic being hold by Chrono and Tengai while Nemoto tried to reason with the man as Rappa only cursed even more... Setsuno, Tabe and Hojo shared worried looks while Deidoro just slurped his laugh before he drinked on his bottle again.
You bringed your hand close to your face and made a rather loud noise of 'SHHH', catching everyone attention and making even Rappa and Mimic stop yelling at each other.
"For God's sake keep it down!" You whispered shouted with a irritated face "Overhaul is just some rooms away sleeping, have some respect!"
"We kinda were trying if it wasn't for these two." Chrono hissed while he finally let go of Mimic.
"We apologize miss (Y/n)." Nemoto bowed in shame along with Tengai... before Rappa just let out a scoff.
"Do I even care if that fucker is sleeping? Soon Im going to ask another match so the earlier the fucking better!"
"Rappa please-" you begged while lifting your hands up
"YoU sHOuLD Be FUcKinG GrAtEfUl FoR bEinG AccEPtEd On ThE YakUSa StUpID Bag Of MeAT!" This time even stesuno and Hojo had to help Chrono to hold him for not attacking Rappa, Tabe and Nemoto almost giving their all strenght to hold Rappa back as well.
"THE FUCK YOU CALLED ME SHRIMP?!"
"ShRImP YoUR fUcKinG Ass! I wiLL GivE YoU A LeSSon FoR bEinG So DisrEsPeCtFuL wITh oveRHaul AnD ThE YakUSa PUNK-!"
Your eye twitched violently as that while you cringed your tteth together in pure hatred, now it wasn't only the two that were yelling but almost everyone on that room... you made a grunting sound as you gripped a bit on your hair...
Gosh, one fucking day, one day you wanted it for your boyfriend to have a peaceful nap. It was that much to ask?!
"QUIET!" you shouted while you steped hard on the ground, beinging your hands to your side after your deadly and threatening yell at the ten man in front of you.
You mentally slapped yourself at collaborating at their loud noise but yet sighed a bit in relief when all of them had their eyes wide open but completely silent.
You were a bit like Kai in some ways, only shouted when necessary. You guessed it that by all of their reactions it was because it was the first time everyone of them had heard you raising your tone of voice like that.
They lowered their heads in some respect as even rappa rubbed the vack of his neck and muttered a apology.
You sighed again and rested your forehead on your hand, muttering 'finally'.
You although arched one eyebrow when all of them tensed while looking at something behind you before Chrono just said the name you so desperately didn't wanted to hear at that time.
"Overhaul." He greeted while the others bowed at their leader right besides his lover. You turned a bit around with furrowed eyebrows to see still tired eyes, so much that they were still blinking away the sleep, hair a bit messy as he supressed a tired yawn with his gloved hand.
He merely sended them a what was suppose to be a glare and blindly reached for your hand and pushed you along with him back to his bedroom.
"Kai I'm so sorry for wakening you up." You started the moment you got in the room while he closed the door slowly "They were just being too loud and I tried to tell them to keep their voices down but they wouldn't hear me until I shouted and-"
"Quiet." He mumbled before he pushed you to lay on the bed, shortly following after to lay on your chest with a content sigh "You weren't in bed and I heard those shitheads arguing..." he mumbled on your skin before resting his cheek and breathing in slowly to let out another pleased sigh.
"So you did woke up before that uh?" You said in sadness at seing his peaceful sleep was interrupted... again.
He grunted before his hand grabbed on your wrist and placed it to his darkbrow looks.
"I woke up because you weren't here. So just do that thing to compesate your fault."
Your heart flutered at such words before you smiled warmly and started to trade your fingers through his soft hair, giggling a bit at the similiar sounds of purring he let out now at then.
He literally didn't gave a damn about his mysophobia when he was sleepy. He was so adorable like this! So you treasured every moment whenever it was possible.
Soon you scowled at hearing the noises again, this time they were arguing about who will die first or who was the one to blame.
You grunted before feeling his arms wrapping around your frame, caging you to him as he buried hsi face on your neck.
"Not even the most expensive and comfiest pillow or cushions can compare to your softeness and warmth my angel..." he muttered with closed eyes as he nuzzled a hit "I love every second of it."
You mentally shouted in glee at hearing his words, not only almost dying by his cutennes but also because Chisaki felt comfortable enough to be that vulnerable around you... and the most important? He sayed the "L" words without a problem.
"Glad to hear this my devil." You whispered before planting your lips on his forehead before taking his mask off to plant a kiss on his lips "Sleep well my handsome man."
He growled a response beforw his breath became steady and relaxed, his chest rising and falling into you as his body finally accepted the rest he so desperately needed it.
You flinched and stoped a bit your petting at hearing the shouts and some cracking nkises sound, only to return your attention at your boyfriend, scowling at losing the sweet contact of your fingers on his scalp before relaxing when you returned them.
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spicyfoodboi · 4 years
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"i need to say something... "
A bakugo x reader
A/n: just thought of this all of the sudden when i was writing out letters for classes. I know i've seen a similar fanfic (i cant find the specific story or writer anymore) but i thought i would write something similar uwu. hope you enjoy!
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You were gonna do it. Today's the day you confess. You will confess to your crush, bakugo.
You grabbed your letter and small chocolates and set off to find him. You were with him back when you were in middle school. He started to talk to you, getting to know him better than anyone. Then, UA rolled around. You got into it with flying colors, but hearing that bakugo finished first made your heart soar.
You saw him just around the corner, when another girl approached him, an enbelope in hand. You hid behind the corner, your breathing hitched, straining to hear his response, at the same time, trying to stay in the shadows.
"- and i really wanted to say that i like you" the girl said as she bowed, her arms stretched out in front of the male, the envelope seen in view. "why would i waste my time with someone who isn't in the same stratosphere than me? I dont need anyone" he turned his back away the poor girl, then walked away. The girl ran off, hearing her sobs fade away.
Your heart ached. Was this going to be your fate when you confessed? You huffed, shoving the letter in your pockets and throwing the chocolates away in a bin, you were about to silently go back to your dorms when you bumped into someone
"oh hey (y/n)! Have you confessed already" kirishima said with his usual cheeky smile as the other members of the bakusquad surrounded you with smiles on their faces. "what did he say?" mina said as she nudged you. "i-i didn't confess" you blurted out as you looked up at their faces, their smiles faded into concerned eyes
"why didn't you confess? Nervous or something?" denki said, earning a smack to the head from sero. "n-no, another girl confessed, he didn't want to be associated with anybody else... He'll do the same thing to me... I know that" you answered as two hands grabbed you by the shoulders
"(y/n) dont be so hard on yourself, everytime bakubro talks to you he always smiles. He rarely does that to us, your special. Now go out there and SHOW HIM HOW YOU FEEL" the pikachu said as he pumped his fist in the air in support, the others followed suit, sending supportive remarks towards you.
You smile, gathering up your courage as you thanked them. You went back the way you came, going out of the building. You see his tall, slumped over figure, walking around campus. You tapped his shoulder, he turned around, his usual scowl on his face as he stared you down.
You felt shivers go down your spine. His glare was melting you into a puddle of worry. You gulped, looking into his red eyes. Your face was hot and red. You extended the letter to him. "i-i know you would only consider me as a friend b-but i-i wanted you to know that i have feelings for you" you said. You turned away from him, getting ready to hear his voice of rejection.
Instead of that, you felt warm hands wrap around yours, taking the letter and placing it in his bag. You looked at the male in surprise, you see that his face was also bright red. He turned away. Taking your hand again, his thumb making small shapes as he intertwined his fingers in yours
"i need to say something... I like you too... I've been turning down all the girls who walked up to me left and right, because i was looking for the one... I think i found her" bakugo said as his other hand went to scratch his neck.
You couldn't take it anymore. Your hand took his collar and brought him down slightly, pressing your lips against his. He tensed up, soon moving in sync with you.
You pulled away, his scowl replaced with a genuine smile. You looked at him and felt a small smile creeping up your lips. He squeezes your hand, sending jolts of love through your system "thank you" you said as your smile got wider. His smile turned into a smirk, hearing him mutter "no problem, idiot"
ANNND DONE! a short one but i really enjoyed writing this, hopefully you guys enjoyed reading this too!! Requests are still open, thats all for today bye~ bye~
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