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rileyslibrary · 6 months

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(Can i just say i love ur work, i too read them like bedtime stories, u perform a great service to humanity my good comrade)

Also, could i request perhaps Reader needing to go undercover for a mission and getting a bit too close for comfort with some baddies and thus making Ghost worry? He’s certainly not jealous by any means tho, of course not! Nope. Not jealous at all. Not even a smidge.

He is tho. He’s jealous. In his own Ghost way.

Thank you for your kind words, nonny and sorry for being so late!

Reader is an undercover tourist in Paris for this one. No warnings, other than a pretty sulky Ghost. More A/N at the end.)

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He hasn’t uttered a word since you returned to your temporary base. No “good job,” no “well done,” no “thank you for risking your life for the team.” Nothing. He didn’t even stick around for the debriefing. Instead, he stashed his gear in his locker and headed straight to the kitchen.

Usually, after a high-stress operation, Ghost would go to the kitchen to make some tea. Yet, the way he went about his business today seemed more like he was about to sharpen his knives than brew himself a ‘cuppa’.

There is a reason he’s upset, though, and you know it. While you are always prepared to risk your life for the team, your latest actions were pretty... out of character, so to speak, and Ghost took notice of that.

You stare at the closed kitchen door, wondering what’s unfolding behind it, how he feels, and whether he can communicate it without lashing out.

“Maybe it’s best to give him some space,” Price advises, narrowing his eyes. “You did a pretty risky thing back there; no reason to push your luck.”

“A whole kitchen’s worth of space, Captain?” you retort. “I’ll evacuate if things take a turn for the worse.”

“Call for backup if you can’t handle it,” he winks at you. “And don’t tell him I did that,” he says, pointing at his closed eye.

You smile at him, and push open the kitchen door. Ghost sits at the table, his back turned towards you, hunched over a cup of tea. He has his balaclava draped over his right thigh and his gloves on the table.

“Your hair is a mess.” You tease.

You reach to fix the stray hairs hanging over his forehead, but he pulls away from your touch. You lower your hand and go for the kettle instead. This will be much more difficult, you think to yourself.

“Coffee?” You offer. Although you know he’d refuse, you feel it’s a good way to break the ice.

Yet he doesn’t reply. Instead, he reclines on his chair and stirs the tea with a metal spoon. With your back turned to him, you pour the preheated water into your cup, add coffee granules, and cool it down with a gentle blow. The clinking of the metal spoon against the ceramic mug continues until it suddenly stops.

“Are you alright, mademoiselle?” He mocks, with a fake—and quite terrible—French accent, mimicking the enemy guard who “rescued” you when you dramatically pretended to twist your ankle in front of him.

A chuckle escapes you, and you turn to face him, leaning against the kitchen counter. He keeps his gaze fixed on his cup.

“I had to buy some time for Soap and Gaz, Lieutenant,” you explain. “They were inside that safehouse, gathering-”

“Intel,” he interjects. “I was there too; no need to rehash it.”

“The guards were dangerously close, sir,” you press on. “There was no time.”

He shakes his head. “No time doesn’t mean dropping to your hands and knees like a coquette, bawling your eyes out, waiting for a French knight in shining armour to come and save you now, does it?” he spats.

You raise an eyebrow. ‘Coquette’? You? He knows damn well the fall was staged, the tears were fabricated, the vulnerability was an act. The fall did hurt; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been believable. But shedding tears over twisting your ankle? No way. You’ve endured bullet wounds in the past, for heaven’s sake, and barely flinched. Ghost knows that. Yet, he looks more…

“Jealous, Lt.?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He murmurs, scratching his forehead.

“Say what you want,” You shrug. “But you must admit: it was a pretty convincing fall.”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Nothing says more ‘convincing’ like kissing the cobblestones of Paris.”

“Alright,” you say, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter. You cross your arms in front of your chest and nod upwards. “What would you have done, then?”

“Shoot him,” he responds, his black-painted eyes shifting from the cup to you. “That’s why I was up on the rooftop, remember?”

“What’s the point of going undercover if you’d eliminate the threat like that?” You persist. “And in a public place like that? Come on, Lt.!”

He pushes his cup to the side, places his hands on the kitchen table and stands up.

“Have you ever thought of what would have happened if your cover was blown?” He asks, raising his voice. “How was I supposed to protect you if you were right in front of my bloody target?”

You keep staring at him, his last words replaying in your mind.

How was I supposed to protect you…

You look at your mug on the counter; the steam from the coffee is almost gone. It must have been transferred onto him instead, you think to yourself. Might as well let him blow it off. Let him vent.

“I know how to protect myself, Ghost.”

He sits back on his chair and brings his tea closer, shaking his head.

“You should’ve waited for the signal.” He says. “We’ve got a plan for a reason.”

“I understand, s-”

“Falling in front of the enemy, letting him scoop you up like a fucking princess in agony, removing your shoe, fetching you ice from the coffee shop wasn’t part of the plan.”

A smile threatens to escape your lips, but you suppress it. You turn your back to him and pretend to clean the counter. There’s no reason to anger him more.

“Sir,” you begin. “What is the problem here: me not following orders or letting the guard run to my aid?”

“I don’t care about that French prick touching your ankle.” He murmurs.

Well, seems that ‘French prick’ touching you bothered him as much as you not following the plan. You stop fake-wiping the counter, grab your mug and turn towards him.

“I apologise, sir,” you say. “It won’t happen again. But you could have voiced your concerns in a less... abrasive way.”

“Wasn’t the pavement abrasive enough?” He snaps. “What’s next? Are you going to cry over it?”

You click your tongue and approach the table, extending your hand for a handshake.

“Alright, enough,” you say. “Let’s make a truce and end this right now.”

He remains still, looking at you. He finally reaches for your hand, but instead of shaking it, he twists it so your palm faces down. With a smirk, he stands up, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it.

“Isn’t that how that fucker would have done it?” he asks, still smiling.

You roll your eyes. At least his anger has died down and you’re left with his—typical—snarky self. You pull a chair across from him.

“Mind if I sit?” You ask.

“Normally, I’d tell you to ‘hit the bricks’,” He murmurs, motioning for you to take your place. “But you’ve already done that.”

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A/N: I keep confusing “ankle” with “uncle”. You twist your ankle, not your uncle ffs.

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python333 · 7 months

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I love your writings sm. And I love the way you write platonic stuff with task force 141 😋

You can ignore this if ya want but I just can't get over reader angst. Honestly atp I starve for angst. Could you feed us another angst fic? Like platonic 141 with a reader where she maybe got pretty badly injured while being on a mission? :3

AND. don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well!! Take any breaks you need 😌.

(sorry if this doesn't make sense English is not my native language 🥲)

below zero — python333

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synopsis u get thrown into a freezer after refusing to give up intel to enemy soldiers, and u get thrown into a freezer, and ghost comes and saves u :3

relationships platonic!ghost & gn!reader.

characters ghost.

word count 5.2k

warnings hypothermia, disorientation, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note hi anon thank u so much for all the compliments!!! before i say anything else, i wanna point out that i 1) only really wrote ghost into this and 2) literally read the request completely wrong and i think im actually just illiterate because how did i mess up this bad. ALSO hi its been a month since i posted on here i swear i'm still alive i'm just super busy with school!! updates are going to be extremely slow, so i apologize in advance. still, i hope u enjoy it anyways tho!! its all hurt/comfort + angst/fluff + protective/soft ghost :3

When you were thrown into the freezer, the first thing you noticed were the bodies.

There’s ten that you can immediately see, and twelve once you look a little bit closer. All of them are suspended from the ceiling, each hanging from their ankle—with said ankle being held up by a meat hook.

When the door had been closed shut with a loud, booming thump you hadn’t felt any immediate fear. But now, as you’re sitting in the corner of the freezer you’d been trapped in—the corner farthest away from any bodies—that fear is starting to set in.

Before this, only a few minutes ago, you were being interrogated. Your captors were asking for information on the details of any upcoming missions, objectives, target locations, anything that you had about the 141 that you could share with them, they wanted.

Of course, you didn’t say anything. You remained silent throughout the entire thing, not talking once, even when at the end of the whole thing your interrogator slammed his hand down onto the table you were sat down in front of and yelled at you to say anything.

When he and his team figured out that you wouldn’t give them any information, you remember he muttered something unintelligible under his breath and swiftly walked over to your end of the table. He had uncuffed your ankles from the legs of the chair you were sitting down on and uncuffed your wrists from the table, and before you could fight back, he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and dragged you behind him.

Then, he led you to the freezer you were trapped in now, and threw you in roughly before shutting the door behind you. You had hit and scratched at the door for a good minute after being thrown in, and after you figured that it was a waste of time trying to do so, you sighed and retired to the corner.

Now, as you’re huddled in the corner, you kind of regret not giving them the intel they needed.

The freezer wasn’t too bad at first—you thought you’d last pretty long in there, and mentally called all the dead bodies hung from meat hooks in there pussies and simply walked around for a bit. The walking helped warm you up a bit, but soon it got tiring, and you retired to the corner farthest away from any dead bodies.

You think the freezer is below zero degrees—no, has to be below zero, because now, just about five minutes after being thrown in, violent shivers have started to wrack your body and you swear you can’t feel your lips anymore. You haven’t been able to feel any sort of warmth in the past four minutes, all of it disappearing within the first.

And God, the smell. The smell of frozen, rotting flesh really isn’t something you ever want to smell again. Thankfully, there’s no live flies in the freezer—all of them had died of the severe cold, creating small black circles under each hanging body where they died.

You currently have your knees up to your chest with your hands trapped in between your thighs to try and keep them warm at least, with your forehead resting on the top of one of your knees. It’s working, kind of. The palms and backs of your hands feel just warm enough to not be considered cold, but the tips of your fingers are so cold they’re beginning to burn.

You pull them back a bit to trap your fingertips in between your thighs, exposing the area where your wrist and hand meet to the cold, sighing as your fingertips warm up just a bit. Your thighs, thankfully, still have some heat trapped in between them, and you think your stomach is still somewhat warm.

Around ten minutes later, you feel the heat trapped in your thighs start to dissipate. Fucking fantastic. You sigh and let your head tilt back, the back of it hitting the wall behind you, making you wince at the cold metal directly on your head. The cold seems to crawl through your hair and make it to your scalp, small pinpricks of the cold spreading throughout your scalp and the back of your neck.

You’re reminded of just how cold it is then, of how this is quite literally a freezer, and of how said freezer has already claimed twelve lives. Or, at least, has housed twelve dead bodies and several unfortunate flies.

Just then, the fear finally starts to set in.

At first, you weren’t all too worried about being saved—you figured you’d be found soon enough, since your team has a general idea of where you are. But the more you think about it, the more your brain emphasizes the general part of general idea. You start to think about how they don’t know any specifics.

Sure, they know that you were captured, and that you were being held in some small part of Italy, and the people who captured you—but what did they know beyond that? Did they know your exact location? How long would it take them to figure it out? And how long would it take them to get here?

Would you even be alive by the time they got here, if they ever did?

You notice your teeth starting to make an annoying chattering noise and you bite down to stop them. The violent shivers that wrack your body don’t help, the intense trembling only succeeding in making you more anxious. You start to become hyper aware of the cold that crawls onto your back from the freezing metal you’re leaning back on, and you quickly push yourself just a foot away from it so that it no longer bothers you.

Your feet are starting to feel numb, you don’t think you’d be able to stand on them anymore if you tried, for you fear you’d just stumble and fall down. You look around the small freezer. There’s nothing that could help you get out—there’s only the bodies suspended from the ceiling and the dead flies that surround them.

You’re glad none of the bodies are facing you—you don’t know what you would do if you had to sit in the corner with a bunch of dead bodies staring at you with their vacant, frozen-over eyes. Thinking about the eyes makes your own water, and you blink away the small tears that’ve gathered on your waterline.

You can’t feel them, but you see the tears that were once in your eyes now clumping together on your eyelashes, making your brows furrow. With them starting to cling to your eyelashes comes blurriness for the top half of whatever you can see. You sigh, a white puff of condensation hanging in the air as evidence of your exhale, and move your hand out from in between your thighs to wipe away the tears from your lashes haphazardly.

You don’t bother to put your hand back in between your thighs, instead just resting it on top of your knee. Despite it only having been around fifteen minutes since you were thrown into the freezer, you’re starting to feel more fatigued and your breath slows down significantly, as does your heartbeat.

Another ten minutes of doing nothing but staring at the wall opposite of your own pass by, and disorientation is starting to set in. You feel oddly forgetful—like at times, you forget how you even got into the freezer, and have to wrack your brain to remember that you literally got thrown into it and are now trapped in here until someone rescues you. Assuming they do. Who was it that would even rescue you?

You think long and hard for a few seconds, and can scrounge up nothing from your confused mind. You let out a frustrated huff and let your head tilt and fall forward so that your forehead is resting atop your knee, another shiver ripping through your frame. It almost feels like it’s getting colder in the fridge.

Suddenly, you hear a loud banging noise—albeit, it sounded more muffled to your ears, but you could tell it was loud—and guns being fired.

You can’t really tell when the gunfire dies down, but you can tell when the thumping of someone’s boots grows louder and closer to the door of the freezer. You try to stand up, not really knowing why since you’re in no condition to fight, having been in a freezer for about forty minutes, but you still attempt to.

You find that standing is extremely difficult after practically being frozen alive for the past forty minutes, because as soon as you try to even push yourself off of the ground with your shaky hands, you discover that you aren’t even strong enough to push yourself up a single inch before having to stop. As well as that, you find that the ground is just as freezing as the walls and air of the freezer, because your hands now ached with frostbite.

The action causes an unexpected wave of exhaustion to roll over you, and you pant to try and catch your breath, breathing white puffs of condensation out into the air.

You hear a loud bang against the door, and jump at the sound, your head whipping towards the door. You hear another loud noise, and the confused fog that’s taken over your mind only grows thicker, your disorientation only growing stronger with it. The room feels like it’s spinning, and the feeling reminds you of a word, and you know what the word is, but fuck, why don’t you know it at the same time? Why can’t I remember anything?

There’s another bang, and you hear muffled cursing before suddenly the door bursts open, a man wearing a skull mask stumbling in after it does so—he probably ran into it to open it, you think, watching the man get his balance back. He looks around for a moment before his eyes land on you, and the moment they do, you finally remember something.

That’s Ghost.

Somewhere in your confusion-clouded mind, you’re happy that you’ve finally remembered something. But right now, you can’t really think about anything—your mind is blank, and you can barely even process what you’re seeing.

You’re so caught up in thinking about the fact that you aren’t really thinking, you’re just focusing a little more on whatever’s going on in your mind and not actually retaining any of it, that you don’t even notice Ghost rushing towards you and kneeling down right next to you.

He pauses for a moment, but after a second he makes the decision to put one hand behind your back and snake one under your legs, the warm physical touch making you wince. Not that you didn’t like the warmth—you just didn’t like the sudden temperature change beneath your knees and across your back.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Ghost grunts as he picks you up, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you up into a sort of bridal carry. He nearly drops you because of how cold your skin is—for a moment he thinks your back and legs are wet, then he realizes that no, they aren’t wet, you’re just really fucking cold.

He takes a moment to make sure you’re secure in his arms before tilting his head to the side, all the way down to his shoulder, and muttering something into his earpiece. Despite being so close to him, his voice only sounds muffled to you—in all honesty, just about everything is starting to sound more muffled to you. You can only tell he’s done talking because he lifts his head back up and readjusts his arms around you, before walking out the busted-open door.

The walking quickly turns into running, which then turns into sprinting, making your surroundings go blurry and makes your vertigo worse—it almost feels like you’re falling. You’re grateful you haven’t eaten anything in the past few hours, because you fear that if you had, you would’ve thrown it all up by now. All you can see are blurred colors—the hallways, you vaguely remember, because I’m in a building. How’d I even get here? Why am I here? You’re pulled out of your confused thoughts when you’re set down on the ground somewhere, and forced into a lying position with your limbs all outstretched. When you slowly blink up at what you thought was the ceiling, you’re both surprised and not surprised when you see the blue-black night sky.

Not sure of what’s going on, you try to get up, but Ghost quickly pushes you back down, muttering something under his breath. He pauses for a moment, his blurred figure stopping any and all movements, before he suddenly picks you back up, making you wince at the way your head spins at the sudden movement. You hear a quiet, muffled—but clearer than before—’sorry’ from Ghost before he’s running again.

It’s a much shorter distance this time, and instead of immediately setting you down, you hear something click and suddenly you hear another muffled voice. They sound concerned, you mentally note, Or maybe confused. Maybe both, actually. No yeah, definitely both. Well, now just concerned. Or maybe that’s confused.

Caught up in your confused thoughts, you don’t realize that you’re being set down on a few comfy seats. You aren’t pulled away from your own thoughts until you feel two warm hands cupping either side of your jaw, and hear Ghost’s oddly distressed voice becoming more clear by the second. You now acknowledge the weird ringing in your ears that almost drown out the sound of Ghost, and struggle to figure out what he’s saying through the annoying noise.

“—something,” You catch the end of Ghost’s sentence, and blink up at him slowly.

“Huh?” You elegantly ask, coughing and wincing at your hoarse voice, not knowing how it got so hoarse—or why it hurt so much to talk. Your throat almost felt like it was burning, but it also felt oddly numb, a sensation you couldn’t quite put a name on.

“Oh my god,” Ghost sighs, his forehead falling onto your chest momentarily as he takes a few deep breaths. He brings his head back up from your chest and says, “I almost thought you were dead when I got in there. Jesus, you look dead. I need to— I need to get something, a blanket or— why the fuck don’t we carry any heat packs or anything in here? Swear to God, I’m gonna—” You don’t pay too much attention to Ghost’s panicked ranting and shift your head to the side to try and look at where you are, and you discover that you’re in a car. Oh. Cool. You spot the door on the passenger seat’s side still open and swinging a bit, as if it’d been opened quickly just a few moments earlier for someone to quickly get out.

Ghost suddenly backs up and gets out of the car, though staying within a foot of it, looking around for a moment before heading to the back of the car. Your head clears up the tiniest bit, just enough for you to be able to assume that he’s heading to the back of the car to get to the trunk for whatever reason, and you simply lie there on the seat cushions.

A few seconds later, Ghost comes back with a somewhat-fluffy jacket, and carefully gets into the car—half kneeling down so that he doesn’t need to lean on the seats to get to you. He tosses the coat over your chest, and it does absolutely nothing at first, at least not until Ghost gets a bit closer and tucks the coat tighter around you, treating it like a blanket. Then, it starts to warm you up just the tiniest bit. Beyond that, it does absolutely nothing. But props to Ghost for at least trying.

He quickly backs out of the car and once he’s out he closes the door behind him, and you want to get up for a moment, just to go see what he’s doing, but you don’t have to. He gets into the car again, this time in the driver’s seat, and he turns on the ignition. Once the car rumbles to life, he immediately turns up the heat and leans over to the passenger seat’s side in order to close the door, and with a grunt he manages to do so.

The newfound heat makes you shiver, and it almost feels like you’re in a microwave defrosting. Distracted by the sudden temperature change, you don’t pay attention to what Ghost is saying into his earpiece as he glances out the front window of the car and back at you. You simply tug the jacket tighter around your torso and relish in the warmth.

“—ay. So we’ll just leave then, and you’ll be fine?” You pick up from Ghost’s conversation, perking up at the mention of leaving, “Copy that, Captain. I’ll get them back to base.”

‘Captain’—Oh, he’s talking to Price—says something that makes Ghost sigh exasperatedly and take his index finger off of his earpiece, instead settling both of his hands on the steering wheel of the car and stealing one last glance at you before setting his eyes on the gravel ahead of him and pushing down on the gas pedal.

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When you wake up, you’re significantly warmer than you were… however-long-it’s-been-ago.

You look to your left and see nothing but a white wall and a heart rate monitor—which displays that your heart rate is 115—then to your right, where you see Ghost sitting in a plastic chair close to the bed you’re laying in, eyes closed with his head tilted to the side and resting on his own shoulder.

You don’t bother trying to wake him up, not knowing how long he’s been asleep or how much sleep he’s gotten, and instead simply turn your head back to stare up at the ceiling.

After maybe five minutes of zoning out and staring up at the ceiling, you hear clothes rustling and look back over to your right, seeing Ghost start to stir in his sleep. Just a few seconds later, he stirs awake, slowly blinking his eyes open.

You watch silently as he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, and he breathes in sharply through his nose before looking over at you and seeing you staring at him wordlessly. You both blink at each other for a long, awkward moment before he speaks.

“… Did you, uh… how was your… rest?” Ghost asks, not sure what to say. What exactly do you say, after saving one of your teammates from potential death?

“Good,” You respond, your throat having an odd, small burning sensation when you talk.

Ghost looks like he’s holding back a few words for a moment after you speak, and after one expectant look from you, he mumbles, “You should really say ‘well’ or ‘fine’ instead. It’d be more grammatically accurate and is more grammatically aligned with the verb ‘rest’.”

“… Okay?” You blink, thrown off by the unexpected information, “I’ll, uh… keep that in mind, next time someone asks me how my rest was.”

“You get asked that often?”

“I only get asked that by you.”

“Ah.” Ghost nods, looking off to the side for a moment. You’d think he was your dad and you’d just asked him how babies were made with how awkward he was, and you honestly expected the next words out of his mouth to be ‘when a man and a woman love each other very much’ before he hesitantly asks, “D’you feel better? After the whole being-trapped-in-a-freezer… experience?”

“Experience?” You question, a light laugh evident in your voice, “Yeah, I feel better. I like being warm more than, y’know, being frozen alive. Laying down in a warm bed is nice.”

“I didn’t know how else to phrase it,” Ghost huffs out, leaning back in his seat.

“So you’re gonna correct me on my grammar but you can’t think of a better word than ‘experience’?”

“Don’t get smart with me, [c/n].”

“I’m just saying,” You shrug lightly, wincing a little when your shoulders ache as you do. Ghost notices this and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Then stop trying to sass me.”

“Sass you? Jesus, fuck, don’t talk to me like I’m some preteen who just found out that they can talk back to their parents.”

“Isn’t that what you are, though?”

“No, I’m— you know what? Fuck you. Get out. I hate you. You suck.”

“That’s a colorful choice of words to say to the man who saved your life,” Ghost raises an eyebrow at you, “I’m still waiting for my ‘thank you’, by the way.”

“Don’t care, you’re never getting it,” You say stubbornly, making Ghost sigh and stand up. You look up at him as he stands up and try to sit up in your bed, but wince again when you try to move your arms. Still, you attempt to push yourself up, and only relax your weak joints and lay back down when Ghost presses a gentle hand to your shoulder to get you to stop trying to sit up.

“Don’t,” He warns softly—you didn’t know his voice could get that soft—as he pushes you back down, “Medics said you’re to keep laying down for a bit while you warm up. We’ve gotta wait until your BPM is below a hundred before letting you up.”

“That’s stupid,” You huff out, though not fighting Ghost pushing you back down.

“It’s not stupid,” Ghost lightly chastises you, “It’s doctor’s orders. Once your BPM is below a hundred, we’ll know you’re warmed up enough to start gettin’ up and walking around.”

“… Still stupid,” You grumble, not commenting on the way Ghost’s hand lingers on your shoulder even after you’ve already laid back down. Ghost sighs and kneels down so that his shoulders are level with the railing of your bed.

“You’re too stubborn.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not!” Your light arguing only proves Ghost’s point further, and he knows this, the knowledge of it making him snicker quietly.

“Uh huh. Sure, kid,” He begins to retract his hand from your shoulder, but upon seeing the disappointment that immediately seeps into your expression once he even barely begins to lift his hand from your shoulder, he immediately lets it rest right back onto your shoulder.

You both sit in silence for another few moments before Ghost speaks up again, this time a bit quieter and in that same soft tone he’d used earlier, “I tried to get to you quicker. But we needed some time to get your exact location, and when we found it we were a hundred and sixty klicks away, and it was just—it took us… some time to find you.”

“It’s fine. I understand,” You respond, about to shrug but stopping yourself, not wanting to feel that aching in your shoulders again, “I don’t even know how I let myself get captured, that— that’s probably on me.”

“You didn’t let yourself get captured, you just did.”

“Well…”

“Well, what?”

“I don’t know, I just—” You take a deep breath before continuing slowly, “I didn’t let myself get captured, but I also didn’t do enough to fight against it, so I feel like technically—”

“Fuck the technicalities about how you got captured, you got captured either way, and you got thrown into a freezer,” Ghost cuts you off, talking quickly, before sighing and continuing in a softer voice once again, “Please, just let me try to be somewhat comforting for once. You know I’m bad at this, and that I never do this. So just… don’t talk about what happened like that, if not for your own mental health’s sake, at least for my attempts at making you feel better.”

You open your mouth to say something else but ultimately close your mouth and let out a deep sigh through your nose, not saying anything, letting Ghost continue to talk.

“I, for whatever reason, feel… very oddly bad for you,” Ghost poorly explains, before pausing to think for a moment then rephrasing, “Not… not as in I pity you, but as in I feel bad for you in a way that I feel like I’m at fault for what you went through even though I know I’m not at fault. It’s like empathy but… worse. Not saying empathy is bad to begin with, but this is like if empathy was bad and it became worse and—”

Ghost cuts himself off with silence and lets out a frustrated huff at his inability to put his feelings into words, and tries again, “I feel bad for you in a way that I don’t know what exactly you felt or how you felt in the moment that you were in that freezer but just the idea of you being in there without me for… I’m assuming an entire hour, if not longer, makes me feel like I failed. I don’t know what I failed at—”

Ghost quickly pauses before sighing and continuing, “Actually, no, I do. I feel like I failed at protecting you. Which is strange, because that’s technically not my job, but I felt—and still feel—obligated to protect you especially and that bothers me. Not bothers me in a sense that I don’t like you or the thought of… protecting you, but bothers me in the sense that I’m not supposed to feel like that. No amount of teasing, or borderline bullying, or anything should’ve ever made me feel obligated to think of you like— like— like…” Ghost trails off, leaving you wondering what he meant to say. He stays silent for a few moments, before you try to fill in for him.

“Like… what, a kid?” You offer, watching him shake his head negatively. You think for another moment, before trying again, “… Like your kid?”

Ghost nods affirmatively, hesitantly, and you want to scoff at the hesitation.

“And what, that’s bad to you?” You ask, your words more venomous than you intended. Ghost sighs and nonverbally shakes his head negatively before responding to you.

“Not bad in the way you’re thinking,” He answers, before elaborating upon seeing your confused expression, “It’s bad not because you’re bad, it’s bad because I’m bad.”

“… No you’re not?”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re really not,” You insist stubbornly.

“Please don’t be stubborn with me on this,” His tone makes it sound like he’s almost begging you, which is… somehow beyond terrifying to think about.

“I’m not being stubborn, I’m being honest, you’re really not.”

“But I am,” He sounds like he’s trying to make his tone sound like there’s no room for any further arguments, but he fails, and you continue to argue with him.

“No you’re not!” The whole conversation feels like a parallel to the one you’d both been having just a few minutes earlier, except this time you’re not giving up as easily, “How are you bad?”

“I’m—” Ghost pauses for a moment, not having expected that argument, and he weakly argues, “I just am!”

“You’re not, and you fucking know it!”

“Okay, well—” Ghost sighs and looks away from you, “You might not think so. That’s fine. But I know I am. If not for anything else, for you. I’d be… terrible as any sort of… I don’t know, role model to you.”

“Jokes on you, you’re already a role model to me.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “You aren’t a terrible role model. A little emo, sure, but not terrible.”

“I’m emotionally and mentally unstable, and am terrible with empathy. I’m blunt, abrasive more than half the time, and I tell the shittiest jokes known to man. I can’t— I don’t show my face to anyone. I expect everyone to act the way I want them to. I’m almost always busy.”

“At least you’re self-aware,” You brush off, “And, for the record, I don’t know what abrasive means and I can’t tell empathy from sympathy without using Google.”

Ghost looks back at you in disbelief and stares for a moment before saying quietly, “Abrasive means harsh. And empathy is showing understanding for others while sympathy is pity.”

“I also like your shitty jokes,” You add on, “I think they’re great. They make everyone else mad so I like them. And some of them are funny.”

“You find them funny?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s…” Ghost blinks at you, eyes a little watery, before huffing out a small laugh, “That’s ridiculous, none of them are funny. I call them shitty for a reason.”

“Some of them are pretty funny.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“The Mayflower one.”

“… That one?” Ghost asks, tone humorous but still disbelieving, “Out of all the ones I’ve told, that one?”

“Yes, that one,” You insist, before pausing and holding back a smile while tacking on, “Unless you wanna tell it again to try and change my mind?”

Ghost thinks for a moment before telling the joke, “If April showers bring May flowers, what do Mayflowers bring?”

You feign cluelessness for a moment, “What do they bring?”

“Pilgrims.” The bluntness of the delivery makes you quietly snicker, much to Ghost’s surprise, the laugh not forced or anything.

“It’s still good,” You sigh, small giggles still escaping your lips.

“It’s really not,” Ghost sighs, finally retracting his hand from your shoulder to settle it on the railing of your bed and use it to help himself stand up. Once he fully stands up, he looks down at you, and one look at your face makes him want to whisk you out of bed and at least hug you, but he knows he can’t with your sore muscles and still-somewhat frozen skin.

Instead, he opts for grabbing one of your hands gently and giving it a very emotionally charged squeeze, and holding it for another few moments before letting go.

“I’m not forgetting that, by the way,” At Ghost’s confused eyes, you tack on, “You confirming earlier that you think of me as your kid.”

“That—” Ghost stammers for a moment before saying, “That was barely a confirmation, that was just— that was nothing.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. Yeah. Yep.”

“So if I told you that you saying that that was nothing is making me a little bit upset…”

“… Then I would say, out of pity, that I did mean it and that it was a confirmation.”

“Good to know,” You nod.

“But that’s only a hypothetical.”

“Right, yeah, of course.”

You both stay silent for another moment, the silence now a little less awkward, before Ghost says, “I’m gonna, uh… head out, now.”

“Alright,” You hum simply, watching as Ghost nods to you as a sort of ‘bye’ before heading towards the curtains in front of your bed.

Before he can exit, you quickly and quietly say, “Thank you, for saving me.”

He pauses, a little confused on why you chose now to thank him—and why you thanked him at all—until he quickly recalls earlier in the conversation when he’d mentioned expecting some words of gratitude.

He smiles behind his mask, the smile evident in his voice as he replies to you, “No problem.”

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voxmortuus · 10 months

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Please could you do Will Graham x fem reader where she's kidnapped by him but he treats her so well? Like he is madly in love w her and even tho she doesn't like being kidnapped, she accepts her reality and starts to get along well with Will? And he's happy because maybe she can start feeling the same that him.

Smut and fluffy/angsty please! I love your work

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1.1k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angsty Reader | Fluffy Will | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Acceptance of situation - Stockholm Syndrome | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Hello Anon Requester and Reader. So in a previous post I had stated I will no longer be taking on Hannibal and Hannibal character requests until further notice. However, this request would finish up my series of Obsession. So for you and for the sake of finishing my series, I will fill this request and make it my third and final part of Obsession. You can read part one and part two in the links next to the masterlist. Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist | Obsession Pt. 1 Obsession Pt. 2

You were just as lost then as you are now. You had no idea what was happening, but you were feeling it. You were feeling it deep, this sense of acceptance over everything. Maybe Will wasn't so bad, maybe there was good to him, after all, you never wanted for anything, you never needed anything, and anything you ever desired besides escaping you've gotten. The way you take your toast with a little extra jam on the bottom corner for your first bite, or how you take your coffee with a little pinch of cinnamon in the grinds before brewing. He took note of all of this, and you never felt unsafe with him. He never hurt you. All he's ever wanted was to love you, and for you to love him and here you are questioning the very same thing.

Knocking at your door he peeks in and looks at you with such a kind loving smile. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" He asks you.

Nodding you give a small smile tucking some hair away from your face. "I slept alright, thank you. Coffee? Maybe I can, I don't know, join you for breakfast this time instead of eating in here? The room is starting to smell like breakfast lunch and dinner." You give a small smile and a soft chuckle.

Will's eyes light up and he looks over you and with an eager nod he looked over you and gave you a genuine loving smile. Swallowing your pride, you give him a smile back and search his face. He seemed kind, caring even. You didn't want to judge but it was like you couldn't help it. He kidnapped you after all, but there was just something so soft and somber behind his eyes. You could feel that he could really do damage if he chose to, but he didn't. He didn't hurt you; he didn't want to. He's been nothing short of sweet with you.

You reach for him and look over him and give him a sweet smile and he takes your hand and kisses your hand gently before he unlocks your ankle from the chain and leads you to the kitchen. Sitting you down he smiles.

"Coffee? What would you like for breakfast?" He asked.

"Coffee sounds perfect. Breakfast... blueberry pancakes? With sausage on the side and an egg?" You ask with a small smile. "I can help if you'd like." You offer.

Looking at you he tilts his head and smiles nodding. "I'd like that."

Making your way over to the counter, it felt good to stretch your legs and do something other than reading, or sketching, even pacing your room was growing exhausting. You would attempt to see if he can take you out back to his beautiful garden later. But right now. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy doing something different after what seemed like days.

Taking a moment to watch him, you feel this urge to reach out and touch him. Looking up at him you smile. He looks over you, but it was this urge to reach out a little more. Pushing past, you start to realize a little more about him that was deeper, it was a deeper acceptance of things, you realize you're really not going anywhere.

"I want you to make love to me Will..." You state, almost hesitant, but genuine. "In your bed..." you add.

He stops and looks at you, tilting his head, a little concerned, but there was something in your eyes that spoke truth. He knew what this was, but he was also blinded by his own wants, needs, and desires. His utter infatuation with you.

He pulls you close and kisses you deeply. In a fever you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer, your hands in his hair. Bending slightly, he picks you up, wrapping your legs around him as he takes you to his room.

Laying you upon his bed he looks over you as you toss your night shirt to the side and you sit up, reaching forward and pull at his pajama pants as he strips his shirt off and tosses it to the side. Dropping his pants, he scoots you further up on the bed, so your head rests on the pillows.

"Are you sure?" He asks. The first time he's asked for consent, but you know what, you were willing this time.

You look at him and nod. "I'm sure." you whisper as you press your lips to his and pull him closer.

Pressing your hips up toward him, you feel his member against your flesh, and you let out a soft whimper and a heavy breath. The kiss deepens. Feeling him stiffen against your warm, damp, needing core you whimper again and roll your hips against the stiffing flesh and with a small adjustment he slips his member between your heavenly folds, and he lets out a groan.

Feeling the way he stretches you, you let out a soft moaning whimper as you arch into him, your nails rake across his back up to his shoulders. His lips press against yours in a small fit of fever. With each thrust the grunts and groans matched.

He made your body feel hot, tingly, wanted even. Why did you not see this before? Maybe it was because it wasn't under your terms, but now, now this was your terms and it felt different. You could get more used to this than what you are now.

The roll of your hips matched the press of his in perfect unison, the moans from your lips bounced off the walls and it only fueled him even more. The way he filled you caused you to want more. You were absolutely lost in this moment, craving more you widen your hips and lose yourself completely to him.

While the act itself was intoxicating, what fueled you more was feeling that pining for a finish, feeling it swell within your core you clench your legs around him pulling him deeper into you. Letting out a seductive lustful scream in raw pleasure you feel this orgasm consume you. But it was when you felt him press deeper into you releasing his hot ribbons of seed, feeling them coat your walls you let out another trembling fluttering moan that fills the room.

After a few moments you both look at each other and you smile a somber calm loving smile. "Breakfast?" you ask.

With a chuckle he nods and carries you to the kitchen, setting you on the counter, his seed oozing from you as he smirks. It was this moment you realize that this man, you were going to enjoy the company of a little more than before. This moment right here that he knew you were going to be with him forever.

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64yrsold · 1 year

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this is very unserious LOL also i describe breaking an ankle so don’t read if that freaks you out!! not graphic tho dw. OK bye

roadkill (lol)

“Let me take that downstairs for you,” he said, grabbing my coffee mug.

“No, no, I’m going down anyways,” I said, taking the mug from his hands.

“Alright,” he smiled, giving my cheek a quick kiss.

I took a few glasses from the nightstand as well, tucking them into the crook of my arm. He sat back down in bed, grabbing his book. He settled in, as he did, the familiar focused frown beginning to form. I drew the curtains open so the sun could glow against his skin.

“Be right back,” I chimed, walking to the hallway. I didn’t have much to do today, but I had a few things to take care of. A few emails, a few errands. I walked down the stairs absently, wondering what to begin with. I felt my chest sink suddenly as my foot fell further than it should, and before I could react, I slipped, dropping the glasses. They fell with me, shattering around me. I sat at the bottom of the stairs, heart shaking with adrenaline, confused and embarrassed.

Then I heard him get out of bed, footsteps much faster than his usual relaxed gait, appearing at the top of the stairs with panic painted on his face.

“Oh my God,” he said, pounding down the stairs.

“Wait, wait! There’s glass!” I said, holding my hands out. He stopped, looking down at the broken shards on the stairs. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”

“What the fuck,” he breathed, stepping carefully around the glass. “It sounded like you fucking jumped down the fucking stairs.”

“I think, I think I did,” I said, shaking my head, nearly laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, kneeling beside me.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I nodded, but my voice quivered. He picked up my hands, looking over them carefully. He turned over my wrists, checking my arms.

Then I caught a glimpse of my ankle.

“Oh… Shit,” I gasped quietly, hoping not to alarm him.

“What, what?” His eyes widened, then he turned to see what I was looking at. “Fuck!”

My ankle was twisted oddly to the side, already swelling. I had broken my ankle once before, and it looked uncomfortably similar now to how it had looked then.

“I think… Well, maybe it’s just sprained.” I said, sitting up carefully.

“Don’t get up,” he warned, putting a hand on my chest, pushing me back to the ground, “You’re fine, you’re fine.” His hands were shaking, his cheeks stark.

“I’m okay, don’t look at it,” I said, more to myself than him. He took a deep breath, putting both hands on my sternum. “It doesn’t even hurt.”

“Liar,” he mumbled, “Your heart is racing.” His fingers pressed into my ribcage, feeling my pulse.

“It doesn’t hurt… That much.”

He pulled his phone out. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No! No, it’s okay. We can just drive to the hospital. Or just wait at home. I think it’s feeling better already.” I said quickly, trying to sit up again. He let me sit up, levelling his eyes with mine, thumb hovering over the green button.

“Don’t lie to me,” he raised an eyebrow, and the line started ringing. He grasped for my hand, squeezing it rhythmically as he spoke on the phone. He hung up. “They’ll be here soon. You okay?”

“Really, I’m okay.” I sighed, and leaned forward to try and stand. I winced at the slight pressure on my ankle, quickly looking away from him so he wouldn’t see.

“Stop that,” he told me, “Just sit there.”

“Okay,” I sighed, and he rubbed his hand up and down my back slowly.

“Be a good girl,” he scolded, face unusually stern, “Just for once.”

“You know what,” I mumbled, “This actually really fucking hurts.” My throat tightened, tears prickling behind my eyes. I suppose the shock was over, my ankle now throbbing and searing with pain.

“God,” he said, eyebrows pulled together, tucking strands of hair behind my ear over and over. “I’m never letting you walk down these stairs again.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agreed, shutting my eyes tightly.

“You’re gonna go everywhere on my back. You’re gonna be like… Like my baby kangaroo. Or something.” He fixed the collar of my shirt, keeping his hands occupied. “I’m going to shrink you down and keep you in my pocket.”

“Okay,” I said, and leaned against him. His hand gripped my shoulder tightly. He kissed the top of my head. I felt numb, focusing on matching my breaths with his.

“Oh God, baby.” he sighed, “How many lifetimes will I spend worrying about you.”

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Can you write something about dusan. Preferably fluff maybe he takes care of the reader in some way ?

Finally someone requested for Dusan 😍 I love him

This is very fluff and funny ⭐️

Thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️❤️

Did you really fall from the stairs?

You were a very clumsy person, everyone knew , your friends knew, your family knew, your boyfriend knew, everyone, except you. You never wanted to admit that you had this kind of problem but you would fall even if you were just standing up. You simply never paid attention to your surroundings, this started when you were a child and even though your parents hoped this would change it actually never changed. You would trip over your feet, you would fall from a sidewalk, you just were very careless. You were a very adventurous person and that made everyone around you worry ten thousand times more. You liked hikes, swimming in the middle of the ocean, skating on ice, you just liked adventure.

But still, your clumsiness made it very difficult to do everything you like.

You tried to be more careful, especially when you were attending Dusan’s matches, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself or him, even tho he found it cute everytime you would fall and act like it never happened. But as a loving boyfriend he couldn’t help but worry for you that one day you would get seriously hurt.

Nothing could go wrong if you were just home together cuddling in bed right?

Wrong.

You were both snuggled to each other under the comfort of your fluffy blanket, Dusan pressing some kisses to your face while his hands caressed your body when you heard the doorbell ring. You were waiting for a package to arrive, you just got a few dresses that were basically sold out everywhere and when you saw them back online you had to buy them. So you were 100% sure that it was the courier who rang.

“I got this” you said standing up from the bed and ahead to the lower floor to open the door.

Dusan simply let you go knowing you would be back in less than a minute.

Nothing could go wrong.

So how did you manage to fall from the stairs of your own house?

You were kinda jumping from the stairs to reach the door quickly and somehow you missed a step resulting in your falling from the stairs.

“Shit…” you whispered when your butt touched the cold marble floor. You hoped Dusan didn’t hear anything but instead he heard the sound of someone falling and he knew it was you.

“You okay?” you heard him asking from the bedroom

“Mh-mh” you simply said back not trusting your own voice.

You managed to stand up and to reach the door, opening and getting your package before going to sit on the couch checking your ankles.

“Babe?” you heard Dusan calling for you

“I’m fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked you coming down to the stairs

“Yes, why don’t we go back to bed?” you suggested standing up but the moment you stood up your left ankle was in so much pain you couldn’t even stand up

“Honey what happened?” he asked sitting on the couch next to you

“Nothing…”

“Did you fall?” he asked you looking straight into your eyes

“Maybe…”

“Wait…did you really fall from the stairs?” he asked trying to remain serious but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit

“It’s not funny Dusan!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry…are you hurt?” he asked

“No…” you lied

“Baby?”

“Okay my left ankle hurt a bit but it’s probably just a bruise…”

“Can I see it?” he asked gently removing your sock and putting your feet on his thigh “babe…this looks more than a normal injury, can you move it?”

You tried to move it but it hurt so much.

“Okay baby…tell me if it hurts when I do this” he asked you softly and tried to move your ankle a bit but you stopped him telling him it was hurting too much

“Is it broken?” you asked him

“No I don’t think it’s broken, you probably just sprained your ankle…” he said looking into your eyes and you started to feel a little bit guilty, always making the people you love the most worry about your clumsiness.

You felt your eyes burning knowing you were going to cry and Dusan noticed it too.

“Babe…” he said wrapping his arms around you

“I’m sorry…” you whispered

“There’s nothing to be sorry about…” he kissed your cheek trying to wipe away your tears

“But I always make you worry…I swear I alwahs try to be careful it’s just…I was born like this…I think I’m broken” you sobbed into his chest

“Honey no…you’re not broken, you’re just a little bit clumsy…” he tried to comfort you and after a while you stopped crying “we should go to the hospital to get your anke checked…”

“I don’t want to…”

“Please?” he asked you with his puppy eyes and you couldn’t say no.

He carried you into the car and you both went to the hospital. In fact your anke was sprained and you should have stay in bed resting for at least 10 days. This was a living nightmare for you.

When you came back home Dusan made sure to always carry you if you needed to go from a room to another one.

“Dusan I can still walk you know?” you teased him

“But you don’t have to…I love carrying you around” he said picking you up again when it was time for you two to go to bed.

He helped changing you into your pajamas and laid you in bed, under your blanket with Dusan hands wrapped around you.

You were so tired you fell asleep just by listening the sound of his voice telling you about he loved you.

“Are you sleeping?” he asked you softly and when he heard no response he knew you were actually sleeping.

He smiled to himself and turned off the lights, putting his hands on your face gently caressing it and falling asleep with you in his arms.

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ghastlybin · 1 year

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Hewo my dear, may i request a jiu fluff, maybe has crutches but didnt tell jiu to no worry her, but then when jiu pay visits after work welp- just fluff and cuddles perhaps? I do understand if this is too boring to write tho

Heyoooo, thank you for requesting 💜💜 I really appreciate you and your support :))) it’s not boring also, and as weird as it sounds, I gave myself butterflies writing this 💀💀 thanks for fueling my ego (joking joking) much love though :)

Pairing: Jiu x Reader

Word count: 855

Genre/contents: fluffy fluffy I’m not always evil but there’s minimal angst? If you consider it angst lol

Note: I’M SO SORRY I’M LATE LETS GOOOOOOO- also I’ve never broken a bone before so I’m sorry if I sound like a netflix tv show writer that’s trying to relate to teens here, but rest assured, I know how to break a bone.

I wanna D word for her.

It was only an accident.

Just a moment of clumsiness on your part but still, you had to make a trip to the hospital.

The sidewalk shouldn’t have been in the way, you thought.

You rolled your eyes, seeing the cast wrapped around your ankle.

Yeah, it’s the sidewalk’s fault for not having an even path.

It’s the sidewalk’s fault you fell and fracture your ankle so bad that you needed a cast.

You never told Minji. Just that you tripped and only went to the hospital because you wanted to make sure it wasn’t going to get worse.

Half of a truth but also half of a lie.

“Hey, it’s good you weren’t hurt but you really need to be careful!” Minji spoke through the phone. You could tell how worried she was just by her tone.

She only found out because of a video someone took of you falling.

You were glad the video did not show you in pain. Worrying Minji was the last thing you wanted.

In fact, it wasn’t even on the list of things you wanted to do.

“I’m okay! It really wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.” You tried to reassure her.

“That is not the point! You are wearing bubble wrap next time you go out!” By Minji’s tone, she was still pretty concerned about you.

“Oh, sorry I have to go, I love you!” Minji then hung up the call, leaving you in silence as you sat on the couch, your leg propped up to the side.

You stared at her contact after she hung up. It wasn’t like you could avoid her for about six weeks and you knew you would eventually have to tell her what really happened.

Even if it meant wearing bubble wrap out in public.

You cheered up at the thought of having to walk around covered in bubble wrap because of your worried girlfriend.

You knew she wouldn’t be home until the next day due to her busy schedule, so you tried to make the most of it by watching the television and dozing off after so long from the growing boredom of just sitting around.

You have napped for about two hours before you were awoken by a knock on the front door. You sat up and gathered your crutches under your armpits as you stood to your feet- Or more accurately: One good foot and one broken foot.

Minji usually ordered food for you when she’d be away from home, despite the kitchen already being stocked. She stated that she liked being able to take care of you without being by your side every second of the day.

That’s what you assumed to be waiting behind the door. Dinner.

Instead, you were greeted by an excited Minji- whose grin slowly drooped into a worried frown when she saw you had crutches and a cast on your ankle.

“Surprise…” You spoke on instinct, though there was nothing to surprise her with.

In fact, she was the one surprising you by being home early. She even brought the food you originally thought about.

You agonized over what you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Minji asked, carefully entering the house and helping you back to the couch regardless of if you already had gotten the hang of using your crutches or not.

You let out a sigh, knowing you’d have to be completely honest now.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” You answered truthfully, your eyes lingering elsewhere as you felt more and more nervous. “I thought if you knew while you were working, you would’ve had a hard time.”

“Oh, honey! You should’ve told me! I could’ve been there with you!” Minji placed her palm against your cheek, her thumb rubbing against it in side to side movements.

“I didn’t want you to get in trouble with your company.” You placed your hand over hers. Minji tilted her head as her eyes were fully focused on you.

“I’m here now. Anything I can get you? Or do for you?” She asked. She still had a worried expression on her face but she began to ease up, lovingly staring at you, listening to you, everything about you made her feel at ease after her long day at work. Even though were hurt, there was no where else she would rather be.

“Well, I do love your cuddles.” You boldly stated with a smirk playing on your lips. Minji let out a string of giggles, nodding.

“I can do that.” She helped you get into a cuddling position that would be easy on your ankle, her arms holding you tightly on the couch as your head was laid against her shoulder with your arms around her as well.

You two laid there for a while, forgetting about the dull pain on your ankle as she stroked your hair in a comfortable silence.

“By the way,” Minji spoke in a soothing tone that had always made you feel safe when you two would cuddle. You hummed, allowing her to continue.

“You’re still wearing bubble wrap next time.”

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ephemeral-winter · 7 months

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what in the entire fuck

many many wot s2e7 spoilers ahead

young!moiraine would never just fucking visit cairhien with her lover be so fucking for real

jumpsuit good tho. i like the jumpsuit

the way they wrote the gitara scene is weird and overly didactic ??? i get that they need to compress like all of new spring into about 30 seconds but idk guys

why the hell did they bring the seat all the way to cairhien??? like why can't she sit on a normal store brand throne

that said i do appreciate the firm planting with the knees far apart none of this prissy legs crossed at the ankle shit for siuan that's a dyke for sure

siuan stroking moiraine's face put me in an early grave

madeleine madden emmy when!!!!!

i get it i get it they have no time to actually talk but like moiraine's facial twitches while siuan is all like omg can you imagine if a forsaken got to him lmaooooooo

i can't decide if siuan naming moiraine's fatal sin as pride is like true or not like sure there is some pridefulness there but it's way overridden by a crazy amount of 'i'm going down with him' and like i sorta think that seizing on pride is a misreading of siuan's understanding of moiraine??? or maybe i've been too into the fic where they have a psychic bond because anvaere's later explanation of moiraine's righteousness seems so much more correct

they are being soooo incautious about having important convos where other people can hear them like why did lan and moiraine have the suicide convo in that anteroom where the guards are and also like all your senses are heightened when you're holding the one power so like leane should totally be able to overhear moiraine and rand discussing going to falme idk guys

however i like how right before lan asks moiraine about suicide she's rubbing her fingers together and trying to calm herself. ms pike what do you know

it was cunty of lanfear to walk through the foregate like that i do have to give her credit for that

MADELEINE MADDEN EMMY WHEN!!!!!!

i love verin idc how they handle her later arc i fucking love verin

siuan channeling in the fur coat? yeah. let's think about that

the entire waygate scene. where to even start

1. arching and moaning.

2. i simply do not believe that moiraine was shielded for six months and then was immediately strong enough to open a waygate. girl needs the magical equivalent of physical therapy

3. the visual of the gate opening and closing is. hm. unbelievably sexual?

4. siuan in the fur coat. again. much to think about

5. hate to think that siuan is so angry with moiraine she can't hear that moiraine is not able to lie and like totally misses the part where moiraine is as close to begging as she'll ever get in public. that hurts my heart fr fr

6. arching and moaning. again

7. so rand when shielded is always crouching in on himself. neat little dumai's well/box arc foreshadowing i must say

8. i feel kinda crazy that lan heads for the waygate before moiraine. like i get that they are not so in lockstep as they once were but HE knows about siuan. and they just silently agree to leave her there? where is the lan who is the main shipper of siuraine

9. the dual trickle of blood. the 'moiraine please.' i'm going to cry for the next year

10. how are they gonna come back from this

11. fuck

#help guys i'm so messed up about this we got a new spring kiss but at what cost. but at what cost #i'm going to pass out this entire episode was just me doing that monkey side eye gif over and over #wot on prime spoilers #wot book spoilers #wot s2

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I am such a sucker for hurt/comfort and vamp Harry. I love the idea of this bond they have, that maybe he can feel when something’s wrong with yn, like especially something physical. Like maybe he’s in an important negotiation with an art curator, so when yn slips on some ice while out running errands she doesn’t want to bother him and calls Niall from the hospital. But Harry is starting to panic because his head is killing him and pain is radiating all the way from his right ankle up to his hip. He’s already trying to wrap up the meeting when Niall calls like, “don’t freak out, buuut…” and you know he would be out that door and fretting over his little human. Or maybe he had to take a quick trip to Italy and gradually throughout the day his head is feeling fuzzy and his chest hurts. And it doesn’t help that yn isn’t answering her phone! So he send Niall over and, well, yn is nearly delusional with a fever. Maybe she has like pneumonia or C**** and Harry’s trying to rush back because he did not live through centuries of plagues and diseases for his love to get ill on his watch. And just a lot of fretting and fussing and cuddling. I just miss my devoted vampy!

Omg wait wait wait🥺🥺🥺🥺 like maybe it’s not a super clear indicator like he can’t be like oh shit her arms broken or something but he just knows when something is a little off like it’s esp strong in the days after he bites but omg the thought of him going out to Italy for a quick trip and she opted to stay behind bc she’s just feeling a little exhausted from traveling already this month so she wants to sleep and she’ll see him in a couple of days:( but soon that exhausted feeling turns into her head hurting all the time no matter how much water she drinks and how much she sleeps and then she has a runny nose and her muscles ache and a sore throat and she’s just :( oh no:( h still has a couple of days until he’ll be home and she doesn’t want to worry him bc she knows how frantic he gets when she’s even just a little dehydrated so she ends up calling Niall like okay please don’t tell Harry yet but could you possibly run to the store for me and pick up this this and this I don’t feel good and but before she finishes it’s just…it’s hard to like acknowledge that she isn’t feeling good bc her head hurt so bad already and just hearing herself tell someone how bad she feels she gets a little teary and sorry Niall I just don’t feel good and I need some stuff but please don’t tell Harry yet:( and ofc Niall is so understanding and she can hear his concern when he asks “and u don’t want me to tell h? Are u sure?” And I’m sure I’m sure! I’m going to tell him soon he’s just busy rn I don’t want him to freak out and they both know that he does Freak Out but even tho she can tell niall doesn’t really want to keep this from him he still tells her okay I’ll be over soon w all ur things and y/n ends up falling asleep after but it’s h that’s starting to restless when he’s in the middle of a private consultation with a client like his head feels lots of pressure and his throat aches the way it does when he knows he’ll need to bite in a couple of days but he knows that’s not right he bit y/n just before he left so then he starts getting worried bc if this is what he thinks it is….so he excuses himself for a moment calls y/n only to have all of his calls go unanswered and now he’s getting really nervous bc what if something happened he should have stayed home w her or told her she needed to come with him and ofc his worst fears are that something terrible has happened and even tho she’s wrapped up in his scent 24/7 now that one of the blood children got a whiff and now he’s going to come home to a horror scene and oh god he should have stayed at the manor this isn’t even important who cares ab this fucking painting he needs to go go go and he’s already going back to the consultation prepared to cut it short and go home and then h gets a call and he’s thinking it’s y/n until he sees Niall’s name and what? He snaps bc now is not the time!!!! And Niall just sighs and now don’t get upset but….and Niall doesn’t get to finish before h is all What!!!!!! Is wrong w y/n what happened let me talk to her I need to know she’s okay and Niall’s like okay okay I’m not w her rn she’s sleeping at the manor but she’s pretty sick she could barely talk when she called me earlier was telling me how she didn’t want to make u worry since you’re not home and h…if he wasn’t so sure his heart was just a block of ice in his chest he would have sworn it broke in half as he tried to keep his tears back bc his love didn’t want to tell him she was feeling sick bc she didn’t want to bother him what kind of mate is he????? So he just very calmly is “okay. Thank u for telling me” and hangs up the phone before he’s back in that meeting and I have to go I’ll call you at a later date and that’s it he’s got nothing else on his mind but his love and getting back to the manor and taking care of her the way he should but he keeps calling and leaving messages and sending texts the whole way home telling her he’s on his way and that he loves her and he’s so sorry

and he’s just a nervous wreck constantly monitoring if the fuzz in his own head gets worse or if his throat feels any drier in case she’s feeling worse until he’s back at the manor and in their bedroom and he sees her under a lump of covers just her hair sticking out and some medicine and water on the bedside table and he’s so relieved he feels himself tear up now that he can hear her heartbeat and her breathing and god he hopes she’s having wonderful dreams bc she deserves if she deserves so much:( and when he crawls on the bed w her and feels her forehead and the fever she’s got he feels a bit of guilty pleasure bc this means he can wrap her up in his arms and not worry ab making her chilly from his skin and he’s slipping under the covers w her burying his face in her neck and kissing all over her pulse and telling her he loves hef sososos much even tho she’s still asleep but he just…he’s going to take such good care of her when she wakes up he knows it he knows exactly the soup to make her and he’ll make sure she takes her medicine and drink water and he’s skin to skin contact can make her feel better too so he’s already planning how he’s going to shower and cuddle w her and just 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love him🥺🥺

#anon #ask #concept #chiaroscuro inspo #I will def be revisiting this for a full blurb I think

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Hey!!!! I saw you on my dash and did a little scroll down through your blog, congrats on making progress through your to-do list!

1) saw that you're playing Stardew Valley, i was OBSESSED with Stardew for the longest, even dragged my boyfriend into it 😂 I have so many different farmers it's not even funny, bc even with rabbit's feet i feel awful about hurting their little pixelly hearts by dating multiple romanceables at once lol. I've married Shane, Penny, Alex, Harvey, and Sebastian iirc. I actually divorced seb to marry harvey 🫣 But I've gone through everyone's heart events except for Elliott and Maru. (maybe emily too but i like. vaguely remember her 8 heart event. same for sam) Fave bachelor is a tossup between Alex and Harvey, fave bachelorette is a tossup between Penny and Leah. I just love that game so much 😩

2) how's your knee doing? saw someone else as about it, glad to hear it's getting better. didn't get to scroll back far enough to see what happened to it 😭 buuuuut good to hear recovery is going well!!!

That's it really, been working on my screentime again so I haven't been on tumblr a lot lately (tiktok is my main time sink. 24 hrs in one week is just. SO MUCH.) I hope life's been treating you well!! my life is still hectic as always (my son has been sick on and off for the past 2 months, and my mother in law is causing TONS of drama. but my ankle is getting better! i can stand for like 2-4 hrs without pain!).

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!!

Courtney !!!!! 😭😍 M’always happy when you pop up in my notifs. 🥺💞

I eventually want to have one of each type of farm, but am fixated on my OG farm atm; I’ve barely even touched Ginger Island! 😆 I’ve enjoyed getting to know/romancing all of the villagers, but gravitate toward (in alphabetical order) Abigail, Elliott, Haley, Harvey, Sam, and Sebastian the most. ☺️ My irl bf’s def more of an Alex/Sam combo tho (golden retriever vibes). 😅💘

I sprained my knee a couple weeks ago. 🥴 It’s healed pretty well for basic movement, but I can’t rock climb on it super hard yet (can’t put much downforce into/onto it). 🥲

I’m proud of you for managing your screen time! 😁 I don’t do such a great job at that myself. 🙃 Sending you and your son get-well-soon vibes 💝 (yay for progress + less pain 🥳), and your MIL fuck-off-soon vibes. 🫢

M’off to sleep ~imminently (hopefully); may we both sleep well and sweet! ⭐️🌙

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youmarin · 1 year

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Light Shower | JJ Maybank (Tangled AU!)

A/N: Hello, it's been forever since I post any writing in here. I wrote this on April of last year and was thinking about it almost a year later. Funny, right? It's an idea I really liked and maybe someone else already had it but this is my version. :D The title I picked comes from the song "Light Shower" by Melanie Martinez (most of my fics have song names hehe). Also very odd how this song is so fitting (at least I see it like that). Won't entertain you more, hope you enjoy this little piece.

Word count: idk, it's short tho

warnings: mentions of abuse (nothing explicit)

"Once upon a time, a sun drop fell from the sky.” Her son gave her his undivided attention, bright blue eyes on her as she started to tell him a new bedtime story. “It had been the topic of conversation around town for a long time and everyone went around searching for it.”

He interrupted her, curious, “How, wait, why did a sun drop fall from the sky? What do you do with it?”

“Um, well, everyone wanted it because this sundrop had healing properties, and could make you stay young forever.”

“Like the Fountain of Youth?” he exclaimed, excited. Her little boy loved treasures and adventures.

“Like the Fountain of Youth.” she confirmed. “You wanna know why the little sundrop fell here from the sky?” he nodded frantically. “It fell because the heavens wanted it to hurt a little less down here on Earth. It was meant to be treasured and shared so we could keep those we love safe.”

“Did the people find it?”

“It wasn’t meant to be hidden in the first place, it was in plain sight. But someone greedy and selfish had kept it from the rest. Now, if someone comes across it and recognizes it, it could save it and make it shine for everyone again, because after all this time its light could be dwindling and at any given moment it could give up” She heard her husband yell at her, asking what was taking her so long. So before he came into their son’s room, she hurried to finish the story and tuck him into bed. “Goodnight, my sundrop.” She smiled, ruffling his long blonde hair affectionately and kissed his forehead. He smiled at what his mom just called him.

JJ kept thinking about the story, and thought that if he could find the real thing, things would become better at home. So, determined, he swore he would.

One summer day, he had gone out to play. He had stopped at the Château to get his friend John B but he wasn’t home, probably his dad had taken him out on their boat. So, he made his way to the beach alone and played in the sand.

As he kept walking along the coast, making figures in the sand with a stick he had found, he heard someone singing. Looking around, his mouth fell open in surprise, the stick falling from his grip.

It was a little girl, around his age. She was sitting on her legs in the sand, holding a small wounded bird in her hands. As she sang, her long hair started to glow as bright as the sun, and as she finished her little song, the bird flew away, making her laugh happily. The magical glow of her hair dimmed considerably, leaving it a shiny blonde.

She had just healed a bird. Her hair. Sunlight. His mom’s story. It was real. He found the sundrop. “I found it!” he exclaimed victorious. The girl turned around, scared. She knew she shouldn’t have gone outside. She saw the little boy looking at her, a big smile on his face as he made his way towards her and she screamed, hurrying to get up and with one last look at the boy she ran off. “Wait! Where are you going?! Don’t leave, please!” JJ ran after her.

As they ran, they started to drift away from the beach and in between a lot of trees and weeds. They dodged the lowest branches and leaped to avoid fallen trees, big rocks and getting their feet tangled in the vines. “Hey, wait!” He tried once more, getting closer to her, but he was so focused on reaching her, he forgot about his surroundings and tripped with some rocks, twisting his ankle. He whined in pain, and she heard him starting to cry. Daring to look back, she saw him on the ground, both hands made into fists as he roughly wiped his tears away. The girl debated whether she should keep going and make it safely back home or if she should head back and help him.

Out of his tear blurred vision, he saw someone crouch beside him. She wiped his tears away and he stared in awe at the girl as he stopped crying. He saw the worry in her big dark eyes and without a word, she helped him get his foot out from between the rocks. He cried out again, tears gathering in his eyes as he saw his ankle turning the wrong way and blood coming out of his scratched skin. “It hurts.”

She nodded and hurried up to rid him out of pain. Her hair started glowing again as she began to sing, holding his scuffed hands. JJ’s eyes widened, looking clearer than ever as her glow reflected on him, tears gone and only their trail left, replaced by pure amazement. And in just a moment the pain was gone.

He blinked, looking down on him and seeing that in fact, all his injuries were gone, even the older ones. “Woooah.” He smiled happily and stood up, wiggling his previously injured leg. “Thanks.” He saw she was already walking away. “Please don’t go.” He tried following her again, being more careful this time. He grabbed her wrist. She turned to him and JJ saw he had scared her. “I’m sorry. That was stupid.”

“Don’t hurt me.” she grabbed her wrist right as he let go of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He shook his head. “Wait, is someone hurting you?” Thinking back to his mom’s story, she should be hidden away by the bad guy.

“You’re not going to hurt me?” She said, stranged. He shook his head no again. Squinting her eyes, she moved closer to him. She placed her hands on his cheeks, and looked him over, making JJ confused. Getting even closer, she looked him right in the eyes, and so did JJ. She suddenly stepped back and opened his mouth. JJ started to laugh and tried to talk, “Wa- a- -uh doin’?”

“You don’t have fangs, or claws.” She stated the obvious, stepping back.

“Of course not! What are you talking about?” He had just seen a girl with healing light from the sun so he thought she maybe was onto something, “Wait, do vampires exist too? Wait, werewolves?” That would be cool. A little scary too, he thought. She didn’t answer him but she looked like she was thinking about something. Seeming to reach a conclusion, she glanced at him once more before starting to run away, again. But the little boy didn’t seem like he was going to give up. He chased after for a while and so she chose she better hide before going any further.

The sky was turning gray and thunder rumbled in the air. Soon after, it was pouring rain. JJ kept looking around, calling out for her, but the rain pelting down barely let him see anything in between all the foliage. So he turned and went back the way he had come.

When he got back home, he was drenched, shivering and tired. But he was so excited to tell his mom what he saw, he didn’t really care at that moment. Things could really get better, and he wasn't afraid now. “Mommy!” He ran towards the front door, opening it. He dashed straight to his parents’ bedroom, not seeing her in the kitchen nor in the living room. He opened the door. “Mommy, I found it!” His smile faltered and his steps came to a halt when he saw his dad sitting on the bed; the room was a mess, things thrown and broken all over the place while he sat there, with a bottle more than half empty in his hand.

He was too late.

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank #jj obx #outer banks fanfiction #obx fic #outerbanks fanfiction #jj maybank fanfiction

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thecherrygod · 3 years

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when i was around 4/6 i used to go to skating classes and the teacher was an asshole. like, i was kind of the youngest student and also kind of a slow learner i think, and i also only started going a bit late during the year so she was busy preparing all the other students for a demonstration so she kind of ignored me and actually just told me to like. sit there. and apparently once my mom actually stood there hidden during a lesson and apparently the woman shaked me and thus i never went again

and like. i usually forget about this and i always wonder why i dont really do sports, but then i remember this also happened a lot of times. like i would go try out a new sport or just a new place, but i was always ignored by the teacher bc there was never someone else also just begining at the time and the teachers always ended up ignoring me or treating me like shit dfoigjdf

#my posts #also my mom took me out of sports bc she thought they were too violent and ive always been. short and so she was worried id get hurt #o r like. the one time i was on a volley class that i kinda enjoyed and there were others with my skill level #but it overlapped with my english classes and my mom decided to get me out of volleyball rip #but. yeah. fuck this <3 #i lowkey miss skating tho ngl #i dont want to. relearn. i never even new that much to begin with? i just knew enough to not fall on my face gnhsduio #but thatd. be nice. i guess. but i dont think i will tho #............ man i really forgot about the skating classes iodghsdiu #... also the different kinds of dancing classes that did the same #.. or the hockey one #..................... ok maybe my inferiority complex has more causes than i was fully aware of <3 #man while i feel awful about remembering this bc i mean it sucks i also really want to. skate?#but ever since i was 9 most of the times i ever fell except for 2 i ended up with either sprained ankles or broken elbows #ok the elbows thing i was pushed from behind i shouldnt count it that much but still i met the ground and ended up hurt so #i dont think i should relearn how to do anything that will take me facefist to the floor sidughs #.... man this is an impulsive hobby kinda thing im sure i would get skates use them twice realize i suck and then stop #so im talking myself out of it sduighd #this is bc im drawing girls skating. it reminded me of things that i cant ignore now <3 #gonna keep drawing or doing anything else and try to ignore this actually #sorry for the negative rant on a sunday evening but also whats new <3

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Omg I really love your writing fr😭 its srsly so fun to read!! So I wanted to request smth too if thats okay :] Could you maybe write a txt reaction to their idol s/o being an ace? Like they just manage to serve it all vocals, dance, rap, stage presence, visuals YOU KNOW IT

I am btw rly looking forward to more of ur work!!

TXT reactions to their idol s/o being an ace ♡

☆ first of all, thank u so much, you have no idea how grateful i am to have you saying good stuffs about my work, it makes me motivated 🥺

☆ this one is a challenging request, i wanted to have different scenarios for each members so yeah, i had to ask my friend for some ideas, i have a strong feeling its gonna be bad but oh well 😭 anywayss

╰┈➤ OT5 x gn! reader

╰┈➤ pronouns used in this: they/them

╰┈➤ probably have some bad grammars idk

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

yeonjun:

•you were a trainee in a survival show...and yeonjun? hes an idol BUT GUESS WHAT? he'll watch every episode of the show just to see if you made it

•he may be an idol but hes your ultimate fanboy

• he'd be 30 minutes early before the show is starting, like he'd be sitting down on the couch with lots of snacks infront of him

•honestly he'd send you some encouraging words like "goodluck y/n!!" "youre gonna be the next legendary trainee like me!!" "fighting!! love you!!"

•if he could, he'd ask MOAs to support you too but guess what? you were a trainee, some trainees had a dating ban so you had to keep your relationship really really lowkey and private

•yeonjun would definitely give you some tips on making facial expressions, dancing tips, making your voice stable while dancing tips and everything

•so technically, without the help of yeonjun, you'd probably be in the lower rankings (yikes)

•but luckily, you were the 1st in everything (except rapping) last month

•you were first in dancing, vocal, visual LAST MONTH, but rapping? you were ranked the 7th

•that made you feel slightly dissappointed ngl

•but guess what? yeonjun would NEVER let you be sad

•yeonjun being the supportive bf he is, he'd cheer you up and would assure you that you did a great job

•he'd willingly help you to improve your rapping skills

•and now hes really anxious to see this month's ranking, oh how happy he would be if his lover ranked the 1st in rapping too

•when the screen of his tv showed that y/n ranked 1st in rapping and 1st ranking in overall, boiii he was super proud to the point he jumped up from the couch to celebrate

•he'd record his reaction when he found out you were 1st in overall :(

soobin:

•he knows youre great at singing, dancing, rapping, EVERYTHING what else can you not do?

•when he saw you doing this extreme dance on stage at an award show, a dance where you could possibly break your ankle..

•he was super nervous than you were, he cares about your health too how can he stay calm??

•but when you did the dance, it was super clean like super super smooth, the audience were shocked, other idols were shocked, his members were shocked, HE was shocked too

•even hueningkai complimented you like "soobin hyung, you saw that right? y/n is so cool no wonder fans called them a really good dancer"

•then theres beomgyu, "at this point, y/n is a better dancer than yeonjun hyung" (no hate to our it boy)

•soobin would thank them on behalf of you ofc

•although hes afraid that someday you might break your ankle doing that dance, he was extremely impressed by how stable your voice was while dancing to a crazy choreo

•he'd 100% text you after your performance like "y/n!! dont ever do that dance again, it made my heart drop" "is there a way to change your choreo?" "are you sure youre gonna be okay doing that dance?"

•but ofc, he'd compliment you too, "you did well baby!!" "you were so hot tho im not gonna lie" "how can you have a stable voice??" "I can see why fans called you an extreme dancer"

•the next time you do that dance on stage, hes closing his eyes.

•not that he hates the dance, he just doesnt wanna see you hurt :((

beomgyu:

•he knows youre the ace, he definitely knows. youre literally 1st in everything and that is why you became a soloist

•with your vocals, your dancing skills, your facial expressions, your rapping skills, your stage presence, your visual, you got everything to be an idol

•your vocals? yup nobody can beat that not even the powerful vocalist in his group kang terry 😩

•he was minding his business in his solo vlive when he reads a comment saying "beomgyu!! have you seen y/n's new mv?"

•beomgyu TOTALLY forgot that youre releasing a new mv today, he even set up a reminder for it but he got busy so he didnt have time for that

•"y/n's new mv?" then it clicked. "AH Y/N'S NEW MV?"

•he quickly went straight to youtube and typed your name only to see your new mv, posted 2 hours ago

•first of all, he was shock that the concept for this is an elegant (?) concept one cause usually your concept is dark

•"eh? are you sure it's y/n? isnt their concept always dark?"

•WELL DUH you wanted to try something new

•but anyways, he'd compliment on your mv, "the transitions are so good" "aww look at them so cute" "i love their fit in here" atp, his vlive is becoming more of like a reaction channel 😭

•when you hit a high note, he'll be in wide eyes, mouth open, hand covering his mouth.

•he'll be like "SEE MOA?? this is why their vocals are so powerful!!"

•he'd try that high note himself...but ends up with a voice crack.

•and if you were making facial expressions during your choreo in that mv, he'll mimic you along with the dance

•dont be surprise if a fan made a video of him mimicking you

•"Beomgyu mimicking y/n for 5 minutes straight"...yup that'd definitely happen.

taehyun:

•you and taehyun collabed

•fans knew your vocal is just as good as taehyun's and taehyun? he already knows you have a good vocal and youre really really good in dancing so why not a collab?

•both of your fandoms are surprised, yeah they know both of you are dating BUT YOU?? TAEHYUN?? COLLABING AND DOING A SONG TOGETHER??? something fans didnt expect

•both fandoms would be like "TAEHYUN AND Y/N COLLABING?" "THEM IN ONE VIDEO??" "AHH ITS FINALLY HAPPENING" yeah u get the point

•you guys finally get to collab, singing a song that both of you wrote together about your love life :(

•while practicing and singing your lines together in the studio, you can absolutely tell taehyun's doe eyes is in heart eyes for you whenever you sing

•no matter how many times youve sang, he will never ever gets tired of your voice

•your singings = music in his ears

•he'd still be in shock of your voice even tho he had heard you sing so many times

•he'd give you all the high notes just so you can outshine him

•"you can hit highnotes really well, i want you to be the main character here" taehyun so sweet 😔

•but ofc, he gets to sing some high notes too

•after finishing your song together, ofc theres gonna be a choreo too (they want to shock both fandoms ofc cause fans expected a song only, BUT NO, A CHOREO WOULD SHOCK THE WHOLE FANDOM)

•and OFC, you'd slay doing that choreo even taehyun would be distracted by how you dance

•"y/n how come youre so good at singing AND dancing?" "Im just really lucky to be dating you" (YESS TAEHYUN WE'RE LUCKY TO BE DATING YOU TOO)

•after releasing that mv, whole fandom went crazy.

•the fandom called you both an 'iconic duo' or 'iconic collab' AND even 'powerful vocal couple' (cause of how good your voice and taehyun's voice blended in so well)

•txt and your group would congratulate you both ofc

hueningkai:

•it was one of those interviews where txt and your group are together to play games

•he was the maknae of his group, you were the maknae of your group and both of you together? u both be forgetting your idol image and act like little kids

•theres clips of you guys at an award show making faces towards each other, sticking out your tongue when you're on stage together, communucating with each other through sign language on stage cause both of you are like 19384 feet away from each other.

•but now, you both finally get to do an interview where his group and your group play games together

•first game of the interview: a dance off

•when the interviewer said "can we have the maknaes of each group to start off with?"

•both you and kai stood up, ready to dance

•when the music started, your face changed so quickly getting into the dance, interviewers were impressed, txt were impressed even hueningkai was impressed

•your group was like 'oh its normal for us now'

•and after you finished dancing, hueningkai was like "how can i beat them?? theyre so good"

•literally throughout the interview was just him complimenting on your talents

•"theyre really good in dancing how can i beat that?"

•"i cant beat their vocal!!"

•"my stage presence isnt as good as theirs"

•poor hyuka lol

•fans would make a video of him admiring and complimenting you lmao

•after the interview, he'd talk privately with you and be like "how can you be so good at everything?" "Is this why youre called a legendary trainee like yeonjun hyung?" "teach me on how to improve my dancing skills next time pls"

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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a piece of cake

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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