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bloodyhoon · 7 days

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7 minutes in heaven.

pairing: fuck boy! sim jake x female! reader.

genre: smut.

warnings: virgin reader, fuck boy jake is actually a gentleman, kissing, fingering, insecurity, mentions of crying, slight corruption kink. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 3.8K

note: i didn't plan for this to be so long wtf

The not-so-little get-together at your best friend's house had become interesting when someone suggested playing 7 minutes in heaven. Everything was calm, several couples had entered and left the small closet, some only came out laughing after the exact 7 minutes that had to pass and others came out somewhat disheveled and with their clothes out of place after more than 7 minutes locked up, clearly showing what they had done and earning shouts and whistles from those outside waiting. Your world came crashing down when the bottle spun and pointed at you on one side and Sim Jaeyun on the other, the hot best friend of the guy your best friend was fooling around with. You all knew that he was a fuck boy, very experienced when it came to girls and casual encounters, every girl who had passed through his bed would speak highly of the boy.

And then there was you, one day everyone just started believing that you were some kind of fuck girl because of a stupid rumor that started spreading at school, but that created a certain reputation for you that you liked so you didn't try to deny it and things simply got out of hand and suddenly everyone said they had sex with you. You personally were not bothered by those rumors because you and your close friends knew perfectly everything about you. And the reality was different, you were a simple virgin terrified of the idea of being intimate with some idiot like the ones your best friend always talked to you about.

"Nice!" the voice of one of the girls in the group sounded over the laughter. "Jaeyun and Y/n, who would have thought? But I don't think it's their first time-"

"Actually it is, but I don't deny having waited for this moment" Jaeyun's voice was a little mocking. You looked up from the bottle in the center of the floor and met his smirk. You fought hard with yourself not to act flustered and blush at the attractive boy. After all, you had a reputation to uphold.

"Well, this game is already boring" Yena spoke with a fake yawn. She of course knew your true personality and your shyness, and she knew that you wouldn't dare be confined in such a small space with the boy. She also didn't want anyone to pressure you into it, so she knew she had to intervene. "Let's better play-"

"Come on, don't ruin the mood like that" the previous girl's voice sounded again. "They also seem very enthusiastic."

"I'm more than ready." Jaeyun leaned back leaning on his hands, waiting for you to deign to speak to him. When you looked at him again, he had one of his eyebrows slightly raised waiting for an answer from you. "Unless she backs down. Are you scared, Y/n?" Silence reigned in the place and everyone turned their heads quickly towards you, waiting for one of your strong sarcastic responses.

"Scared of what? I don't think you have much there that I have to deal with" you looked away, mainly so he wouldn't notice the nervousness in your eyes.

"Do you want to find out?" His tone of voice was provocative, forcing you to return his gaze. Everyone was waiting for your answer and you couldn't give them anything other than what they expected.

"Should I?" you smiled slightly at him. The other teenagers who were already quite drunk made some noises and provocative comments. Jaeyun stood up from his place with a sideways smile on his face and relaxedly putting his hands in his pockets, he pointed at the closet with his head. You sighed and stood up, but the arm of your best friend next to you stopped you, almost making you fall.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/n?” his panicked voice whispered to you, rising above the noises of the crowd. “Are you sure what you're about to do?”

"Damn it, no" you denied several times, closing your eyes. "What did you want me to do? I'd look like a coward-"

"And what are you going to do when you gets in there? He won't-"

"Y/n?" the boy's voice called to you, he was standing by the door of the closet that was for the game, looking bored. "Do you think we have all night? Although, you know I wouldn't mind." He winked at you.

"Okay, wish me luck" you walked away from your best friend showing a false confidence and walked towards the closet, entering with the boy walking behind you. You heard the door close and the sound of voices and laughter suddenly died away.

The space was small, with luck a person would enter next to the shelves full of clothes that were stored. There were some decorations and old toys that used to belong to Yena and her sister. Above the highest shelves, small Christmas lights hung that illuminated little creating a comfortable place. When you turned in your spot, Jaeyun's body leaned over yours and quickly analyzing your expression, he approached and kissed you. Your back hit one of the shelves and Jaeyun cornered you with his body, placing both hands on the sides of your head. Your heart began to beat quickly when his perfume flooded your nose and his lips devoured yours, practically forcing you to follow him, which didn't bother you at all. His lips were soft and had the taste of the sweet drink that everyone had been sharing earlier. His hands went to your waist, hugging you and taking you off the shelves, pressing your body to his. You relaxed a little in his arms when you noticed that he was just kissing and hugging you, and things weren't going to escalate. Or so you thought at the moment. The boy separated from your lips and his hands gently went down the sides of your body, positioning themselves on your hips.

"Do you really want to find out?" he murmured against your red and swollen lips. You didn't know what to answer and your heart continued to beat rapidly while the boy was still attached to your body. "Are you speechless already?" he let out a laugh. Your trembling hands rested on his shoulders and you looked into his dark eyes, which went from your lips to your eyes with deep desire. You let your impulsive thoughts win and you desperately attached your lips to his again, wanting to feel them on you again. He smiled in the middle of that kiss and brought his hands to your butt firmly. You were wearing a short skirt so one of his hands decided to go down the side and gently caressed your thigh, causing your skin to crawl. His lips were still glued to yours while his tongue and yours intertwined with each other. Your hands squeezed his shoulders tightly as his hand slowly began to move up the inside of your thigh.

"Jaeyun-" you broke the kiss and still with your eyes closed you tilted your head back. The boy took advantage of that movement, leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking gently and leaving a purple hickey. Nervousness took over your body and your heartbeat was erratic, you didn't know how to stop the situation that was beginning to get out of hand. You wanted to stop it because you didn't know how things would end, but you were embarrassed to separate him from you and that the boy would find out that you were nothing more than a stupid girl with a false personality. Your eyes filled with tears and a soft sob escaped your lips when his hand brushed your core over your underwear. He pulled away from your neck and looked at you ready to mock you when he heard you, but his expression disfigured when he noticed the nervousness in your body and your teary eyes.

"Y/n?" His hands gently grabbed your arms and he looked at you with concern. You shook your head and threw your head back, closing your eyes in shame. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?" His voice was soft, completely different from that flirtatious tone he used to have whenever he talked to a girl.

"I'm a fake" you whimpered, embarrassed. "I can't do this, I'm not ready" you denied several times. His brow was furrowed while listening to you, but still his hands caressed your arms trying to calm you down.

"Are you-" He thought about his words for a moment, you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes nervously. Your eyes had an innocent gleam that said everything your mouth didn't. His gaze completely scanned your body, which moved uncomfortably in his hands and he separated himself as much as he could from you, although the space was very small. "You're virgin" he didn't ask you, he stated it. He noticed it in your look, he noticed it in your reactions to his touch and the way you had hesitantly reciprocated when he kissed you without warning.

"I'm a liar, but I can't do anything about it, everything got out of hand" you shrugged and looked down at your hands intertwined in front of your skirt. "And this image they have of me gives me a certain... confidence in myself. A confidence that I never had" Jaeyun remained silent as he listened to you and you were dying of anxiety for whatever was next, whatever he was about to say, what would happen when you both got out of there and if he would laugh at you in your face and then tell everyone in the house. You heard him laugh and a knot formed in your stomach, but you snapped your head up when he approached you again and stroked your hair kindly.

"You're so cute" he shook his head several times, not believing the current situation and continued caressing you, forcing you to raise your head. He looked at you tenderly, his eyes with a shine that you had not seen before. The colorful but dim Christmas lights above his head flickered and gave him barely any illumination. It was a beautiful sight in your eyes because the boy was extremely attractive. "You have nothing to worry about, darling and you have nothing to be ashamed of either."

"Yena told me the same thing, but I can't help it, I feel stupid and now that you found out, I feel even stupider" you honestly wanted the earth to open up and swallow you. You didn't know how things would continue from now on, you didn't know what you would do or say when you came out, or what he would say or do too. You were completely nervous and scared, you felt like your teenage life had ended right there.

"Look at me Y/n" he asked you, placing a hand on your jaw and gently lifting your head. You looked him in the eyes again and waited for him to speak. Jaeyun looked at you for a few seconds and then smiled at you. "You can leave and I will make up some story without going into details, anyway it is not difficult to create a scenario with the things I would do with you, you are the hottest girl I have ever seen in my life, although now I can only see your real side that is so innocent and pure." He laughed when, under the dim lights above you, noticed your cheeks turning red. "Or also, you can stay and we can do something about it, give you something to show off and meet the expectations of those waiting for us out there. Also give you a little experience, what do you think? You choose, pretty." His hand rested on your cheek this time and with his thumb he brushed your lower lip.

If your heart was already beating rapidly, it was now out of control. You felt that your legs were shaking and you would fall right there because of nerves. You wanted to stay there with him and see what happened, your curiosity was great but your insecurity was even greater, you were inexperienced in the whole realm of intimacy and he was so experienced that you were embarrassed to do something wrong, but you longed for him to continue kissing you and touching you like no one had ever done before. Neither of you knew how much time had passed since you had entered the closet, but no one had knocked on the door so you didn't worry and continued on your own world. Jaeyun of course noticed how your head was going a mile an hour and caressed your cheek.

"Don't be afraid, if you say yes, we won't do anything you don't want to do and I'll stop when you ask me to" he assured you. He was trying to convince you, but only because he could see in your eyes the desire to stay with him and your body clinging to his involuntarily told him what your mouth didn't. He noticed that you didn't know how to say yes. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, waiting for your positive response. If you hesitated too much, he would simply back away and let you go.

"Please" you didn't try to hide the desperation in your voice that revealed how you wanted to feel his lips on yours again and he smiled sideways, nodding. He leaned over you and joined your mouths together, the kiss was gentle at first, a soft touch of lips testing ground. He brushed the hair from your face and tilted his face to the side, deepening the kiss as your mouths opened slightly and both tongues rubbed against each other. Your hands moved to his shoulders, drawing him closer to you to feel him pressed against your body. His hand went down the side of your body and grabbed your thigh, lifting your leg and positioning one of his legs between yours and lightly rubbing your crotch. It didn't make you uncomfortable, rather it caused shivers to run through your body. Jaeyun could feel your heart pounding against your chest and that also made his heartbeat quicken as he separated from your lips.

"Can I touch you?" The question left his lips like a sigh and you just nodded. "Use your words, baby."

"Yes, touch me" your voice was muffled as you once again felt shame take over your body, but he gave you a short kiss on your lips and smiled tenderly at you. He didn't want to be too intrusive, so his hand slowly entered the bottom of your blouse and caressed your waist, going up with caution and aware of each of your reactions, and brushed the lower part of your breasts. You had skin bristling and your body cold with nerves contrasted against his warm touch as you clung to his shoulders with slightly trembling hands.

"Calm down" he murmured against your lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no" you sighed and denied, convinced. He nodded again and cupped your breast in his hand, feeling your hard nipple underneath your bra. Your legs closed involuntarily and pressed his leg that kept them apart, he lowered his gaze and let out a mocking laugh.

"It seems like you want me to touch another part of you" his tone was mocking, but actually he was still analyzing each of your reactions and he didn't mean to make you feel embarrassed, he just wanted to play with you a little. "Do you want me to touch you there?"

"Yes, please" you responded quickly, your eyes squeezing shut to avoid his gaze. Your reactions drove him crazy, the way you moved desperately in your place and your cheeks were flushed waiting for his touch, how you asked please for everything.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop." he warned you. "Spread your legs a little, princess" you obeyed him and he undoubtedly brought his hand between your legs, caressing the inside of your thighs making you hold your breath as his hand began to go up to your crotch. "Breathe, baby" he giggled and you nodded too, laughing out of nerves. Jaeyun felt calm when he heard you laugh and regularize your breathing, noticing that you were nervous but comfortable with his touch, so with his fingers he touched your pussy over your soaked underwear. His eyes widened with some surprise and his breath caught in his throat. "Damn, why are you so wet?" he felt as if electricity ran through his body and was going to stop straight at his cock. He swallowed hard and focused on you.

"I-" a lump formed in your throat, you were so embarrassed you felt like you were going to cry and he noticed.

"Sh, don't worry" he assured you, with his free hand he caressed your face and kissed your cheek. "This is so hot. The way your body reacted to just a couple of my touches and how much you want me to touch you but your pretty little mouth doesn't dare say it" he left a peck on your lips. "But don't worry beautiful, I will become an expert in your body language." You felt like your heart was going to explode in your chest at his words, his voice and the way he said each sentence while his hand played with the elastic of your underwear. "Excuse me, I'm going to take this off" you nodded and he crouched down in front of you sliding your underwear down your legs, his fingers brushing your skin making it crawl. You didn't know where your underwear was after he stood up again and in front of you because your eyes were squeezed shut. "Open your eyes, Y/n" he asked, you took a deep breath and obeyed him. His eyes had a mischievous gleam as his lower lip was trapped between his teeth, looking at you with lust. He spread your thighs further, forcing you to open your legs a little more and his hand went to your crotch, sliding his fingers easily along the length of your pussy. You pressed your lips tightly, the shock your body gave from the wave of pleasure that grew in you as he caressed you. "It feels good?"

"Mhm" you nodded quickly and pressed your head against the shelves behind you, holding yourself tightly to his body.

"Don't hold back darling, I want to hear you" his fingers moved slowly but rhythmically in your core spreading all your fluids. "Let me hear how good you feel, don't worry about those outside, they must be drunk already and involved in another stupid game again to remember that we are here. Come on, moan for me." his fingertips probed your entrance and his middle finger slowly slid inside you. You couldn't stifle the moan that escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion, you felt strange but it was a pleasant sensation. It's not like you haven't touched yourself before, but his hands and fingers were clearly bigger than yours so it felt different. His fingers moved slowly inside you and you squirmed in place, digging your nails into his shoulders, thankful that he had his shirt on so you wouldn't hurt him, although he wouldn't mind at all.

“Keep going, please” you begged. He slid another finger inside you and your walls clenched as his fingers curled inside you, touching a specific spot that made your body shiver. “It feels good, Jaeyun.” When his name left your lips he felt his cock jerk and he thrust his fingers in and out of you, taking a faster pace inside your tight walls. You continued moaning loudly and this time you looked into his eyes, your eyes had tears and he didn't know if they were from pleasure or pain, so he stopped his movements.

"Relax, pretty" he caressed your face again and again slowly, you nodded and sighed. You both stayed still for a moment, you breathing heavily and him spreading kisses across your face to calm you down.

"Keep going Jaeyun" he put his fingers in you again and this time with his thumb he reached your clit, rubbing it in circles. Your mouth opened and your legs trembled from the strong shock of pleasure that your entire body received. "Oh God-"

"Feels good? Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes. Please" your eyes almost rolled back and your hips moved involuntarily to the rhythm of his hand and he knew you were close to your orgasm. "Don't stop."

"Whatever you ask for, princess" he continued fucking you with his fingers and playing with your clit quickly while in contrast his other hand gently removed the fine hair that fell on your pretty blushing face. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes!" you almost screamed in pleasure and his fingers tightened in you, your body felt the wave of pleasure explode inside you as your head spun, your legs weakened and Jaeyun wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you tightly as his hand on your pussy slowed down their movements once your body relaxed. Your head fell against his shoulder and he rubbed your back, hugging you to him. "That was incredible" your voice sounded exhausted and you felt his body shake as he laughed. "Thank you" you murmured, separating yourself from him and meeting his dark gaze. Your eyes widened in panic and you stifled a gasp when he brought his fingers glistening with your fluids to his lips and inserted them into his mouth, cleaning them completely with his tongue.

"So sweet" a half smile adorned his face as your cheeks turned even redder. You didn't know where you got the courage from, but you put a hand on the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his, surprising him and causing him to moan that ended up lost between both mouths, while you could faintly feel a hint of the taste of your fluids on his tongue. He separated from you before everything got out of control again and looked at you from head to toe, adjusting your clothes and your hair so you can come out decent.

"M-my underwear?" you asked shyly, feeling very obviously that something was missing under your skirt.

"Ah, no" he shook his head. "It doesn't belong to you anymore, darling." You blinked in shock and then let out a laugh. Your gaze moved down his body and you noticed the very noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Oh, you-” he followed your gaze."Should I-"

"No. Don't worry" he reassured you."The important thing here is that you enjoyed yourself."

"But- I really want to do something about it" you were still shy and he couldn't believe it since minutes before he had his fingers buried inside your pussy and you had ended up trembling in his arms. He also couldn't believe how before entering that closet you had that arrogant look and your head held high, showing yourself confident and having everyone at your feet only to turn out to be all just a facade that hid a shy Y/n completely terrified of everything. Jaeyun definitely wanted to keep seeing those innocent eyes filling with tears from the pleasure your body had never experienced.

"Next time we will do something about it, rest assured" he winked at you and took your hand, you just nodded and followed him when he opened the door and you both left the closet -who knows how long later- and were greeted with extremely out-of-character comments from your friends.

I feel like this deserves a second part or I just feel like writing even more idk

send me request for zb1, enhypen and stray kids.

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volturissideslut · 5 months

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Hi! Just read your Marcus x reader fic where they get compared to Didyme.

I was thinking maybe a Poly! Volturi comparing Reader to their ex/late partners and Reader shuts down. They don't mention it, but it really hurts cause they've always been a replacement, so they leave Volterra. The Volturi don't realise for a while.

Feel free to ignore this if it's too repetitive or you've done one like it before.

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞)

Angst, no comfort. Pure angst, literally no fluff at ALL. Bad relationship, couple of swear words in there, let me know if you want a part two of making it up <3

It's not like you were the second choice

They had been adament that they wanted you, that you were their true mate

So why were they acting like this now?

After almost a year of being together, they were starting to fall out of the 'honeymoon phase'

Had it always just been a phase? Was this doomed from the get-go?

It started with little snippy comments about acting proper. You were human, not raised in the fine luxury and manners they were, and apparently that showed in your actions. And apparently the way you dress too.

It's like they were moulding you into their exes, it it was making you miserable

And it's not like you didn't try to tell them, you did. Only to be shut down. "Cara mia, I'm working. This is not an appropriate place to discuss this" Aro told you, despite being within the privacy of his study

Caius was no better, in no mood to 'entertain you' and your 'whims' as he put it, brushing you off with a sigh

Marcus, too, was no use, disregarding the emotion and making it perhaps worse by saying that didyme would have taken of the constructive criticism

So there you stood, looking at yourself in the mirror. The big dress, the light makeup, the haircut, even the fucking posture just want you.

And so you left.

Silently, seeing as communicating clearly wasn't an option

How long had it been when they realised you were gone? Three days at least

Honestly, Aro had assumed you were annoyed with them and wanted space, telling his brothers suck. It had never crossed his mind that you had left

I mean, the clothes you wore every day were still there, all the gowns and dresses still in place and -

Where were the clothes you brought with you?

The ones they insisted you wouldn't wear?

Caius walkers into your personal room with a huff, intending to talk some sense into this tantrum you've been throwing, and instead intruding on Aro's realisation

The grounds are searched and Mar3is informed

It is pure and utter panic

Chaos as they look for you

Demetri was called back from his mission early to search for you and you were in another country

Marcus was practically having heart palpitations, he can't lose another mate. "Why would she do this, Didyme would never scare me like this"

And he pauses

So does Aro

And so does Caius

And for the first time, they truly hear themselves

Caius is the first one to remember you bringing it up. "Did she talk to you about it too..." the proud kings' voice is for once delicate and quiet

"... I made her leave" Aro practically folds in half, having to grip over where his hear would be in his chest and lean over because of the burning sensation. It aches, it physically aches him to know he messed up this badly - he didn't give you the time of day

"... I told her I don't have time for this" Caius' fist is buried in his hair, gripping in stress and nearly ripping the strands out of his head. His hands are jittery, shaking, and his hair is tussled - a perfect relection of his inner turmoil

"... In the very moment she asked me not to compare her to Didyme anymore, I told her Didyme would take the criticism" is it possible for vampires to be sick? Because I think Marcus is about to be. His eyes sting and he makes a gagged choking noise like he's dry heaving. Like his fight or flight has chosen freeze and the rising anxiety makes his stomach churn

A knock on the door is what pulls them away

Instead of coming to the turbulent kings and taking them with him, it seems Demetri picked you up on his way back instead and brought you right to them.

There are bags under your eyes, and your skin is sickly. Your cheeks are stained with dried up tears and your eyes are bloodshot like you cried so hard you broke a vessel

They rush toward you and Demetri takes that as his cue to leave

Marcus ever so gently holds your face, eyes scanning you for any physical harm, and when he finds none he feels so much temporary relief he almost collapses into himself. "Thank goodness you're okay, I couldn't bare to lose you-"

"what, like you did Didyme?" you spit back with more venom in your voice than their combined fangs have ever produced in their millennias of life

"No, no" Caius' voice has never been so gentle, he takes your hand in his and places a kiss to the inside of your wrist

"Oh, so I'm gone for three days and suddenly it's about me and not your exes?" there is spite in your voice, but it still wavers with how upset you are

Exclaiming "three days?!" was a big mistake on Aro's part, but in that moment he was so full of concern he hadn't realised it would only worsen the situation

"... You didn't know?" and the look on your face is absolutely heart shattering

And they have no words, nothing to say. Because there is no words, and there are no excuses.

"I was gone for three days, and you didn't care enough to notice?!?" your angry now. And you have every right to be. But they have no idea how to fix what they've done

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myosotisa · 10 months

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Eddie Munson reacting to an unconventional introduction to your shy cat 😺

‖ pre-face: you have been dating for a couple of weeks and he has yet to meet your cat. he knows you have one but has accepted that they will hide whenever he comes over, and doesn't want to push it and force them out of hiding. tonight is the first time he is sleeping over at your place.

‖ Steve's Version

Eddie has made himself more than comfortable in your room -- dressed in a loose t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers, his hair tied back messily, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth as he peeks back into your room because even 3 minutes in the bathroom is too long without you. When you look up from pulling on a pair of socks, he gives you an exaggerated smile with a mouth full of toothpaste just to make you laugh before ducking back into the bathroom.

Once he's all ready for bed, he flops onto it with a dreamy sigh, rolling onto his side and propping his head up on his elbow so he can look at you. That's when you get your idea. Purposely making your voice soft and small, you look at him with pleading eyes. "Hey Eddie?"

He reaches for you, wrapping a long fingered hand around your wrist so he can rub his thumb along your skin to comfort you. "What is it, sweet girl?" And he looks so concerned that you almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

Almost.

"I heard a weird noise under the bed..." You put on your best pout, blinking slow at him as you keep up your act. "Can you check it for me?"

His concerned expression melts into one of sickly sweet adoration. "Scared there's a monster under your bed, sweetheart?" And when you give a small nod, struggling to withhold your smile, he flashes you a bright grin. "Worry not! Your knight in shining armor is here to scare away any and all monsters or demons that might reside in those shadows."

"My hero," you gasp, folding your hands over your chest in a match of his drama.

"Let's take a look, shall we?" He raises a single eyebrow at you before flipping over and twisting his upper half off of the edge of the bed to hang down over it. You have to withhold every urge to smack at his presented ass as you await the coming interaction.

"I don't see anything..." He draws out the word, torso twisting as he makes a show of searching the entire space. Just when you think maybe your cat moved to a different hiding place and all this was for naught, Eddie jumps with a shout -- somehow throwing himself off of the bed and onto the floor on his back with an 'oof!'

Your cackle is immediate, not even checking to see if he's alright as you watch your cat scurry out of the room with Eddie's wild eyes tracking them in fear. Once he realizes what happened, he's scrambling up off the floor and throwing himself on top of you on your bed.

"You fiend! Scheming and conniving," he cries out as you continue laughing, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail until you're completely pinned beneath him on your bed. "How could you do that not only to me, but to your poor, sweet kitty that is already scared enough by me as it is?"

You shift enough to just barely free your arm so you can use the tip of your finger to tap the end of his nose. "Because it was funny."

He huffs a breath of hot air on your face before his own lips part in a toothy grin. "You foul, wretched, beautiful thing. Whatever will I do with you?"

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doumadono · 1 year

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A fit of jealousy - Akaza x Reader x Douma

Synopsis: Douma's constant touches on you ignite a raging fire of jealousy in Akaza, causing him to grow increasingly angry

Akaza watched from a distance as Douma pulled you close, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispered something in your ear. He could feel his blood boil as he watched the way you giggled and leaned into Douma's touch. It was becoming unbearable to watch his partner being constantly touched by Douma. As he approached the two of you, Douma gave him a smug grin before turning his attention back to you. Akaza gritted his teeth, trying to control the anger that was building up inside of him. He couldn't believe that Douma was so bold to touch his partner in front of him like that. "Douma," Akaza growled, his voice low and menacing. "Can I speak with you for a moment?"

Douma shrugged, releasing his hold on you. "Sure thing, Akaza-dono!"

As Akaza and Douma walked away, you watched them go with a confused expression. You had no idea what had just happened, but you knew it couldn't be good.

Once they were out of earshot, Akaza turned to Douma with a scowl. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you insist on touching Y/N like that?"

Douma rolled his eyes, clearly not intimidated by Akaza's anger. "Oh come on, Akaza-dono! You know there's nothing going on between us. It's just harmless fun, and I like her much."

Akaza's scowl deepened. "It's not harmless. It's disrespectful. You have no right to touch her like that."

Douma crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. "And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? Last time I checked, she's her own person, not your property."

Akaza's fists clenched at his sides. "I never said she was my property, but she is my partner. And as her partner, I expect you to show her some respect."

Douma raised an eyebrow. "And what if I don't? What are you going to do about it, Akaza-dono?"

Akaza took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "If you don't stop touching her like that, I'll make you regret it."

Douma let out a laugh. "Is that a threat? I thought you were better than that, Akaza-dono! You're just jealous because you know you can't make her feel the way I do, and I'm not putting in much effort!"

Akaza's rage boiled over. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had swung a punch at Douma. In a swift and merciless motion, he struck Douma's head, severing upper part of his head from the rest. Blood sprayed everywhere, drenching the wooden floor with crimson.

As soon as Douma took the hit, his body reacted almost instantly. The wound that was inflicted on him started to regenerate, the demon's regenerative powers quickly healing the damaged tissue. Within moments, the wound had disappeared, leaving only a faint scar as evidence of the attack. Douma retaliated with a swipe of his fan.

Akaza dodged with ease, his eyes glinting with fury as he lunged forward again.

The two of them circled each other, both ready to fight. You trailed them into the adjacent chamber and watched with horror, not knowing what to do. You had never seen Akaza like this before, and it scared you. Akaza proved to be a devoted partner, with his caring nature and protective demeanor, yet when it came to Douma, his boundaries seemed to vanish. As the tension between Akaza and Douma escalated, you could feel the anger and resentment radiating off of them in waves. You knew that this argument was about to spiral out of control, and you couldn't let that happen. Without hesitation, you stepped between the two of them, facing Akaza and placing a gentle hand on his chest. "Enough. This is ridiculous. You're both acting like a bunch of children."

Akaza glared at Douma. "He's the one who started it." Akaza's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Douma over your shoulder, but your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Slowly, he began to relax, his muscles unclenching as he took a deep breath.

Douma held up his hands in surrender. "Fine. You won, I'll back off. Just calm down, Akaza-dono! It's not worth getting this worked up over, but if anyone were to ask for my subjective opinion, which I doubt any of you care about or value, I would suggest seeking anger management classes or other means of controlling your recent aggressive behavior, Akaza-dono."

You turned to face the Upper Moon Two, giving him a stern look. "And you," you said, your tone firm but not unkind, "Don't you think you should be more respectful of Akaza's feelings?"

Douma's expression softened, and he nodded. "Well, maybe you're right," he grinned. "I'll be more careful in the future, although comprehending emotions is a challenging task for me…"

Akaza snorted derisively. Soon, he took a deep breath, his fists unclenching. He knew that you were right. He couldn't act like a fussy baby. You were the most important thing in his life, and he didn't want to risk losing you over something as stupid as jealousy.

As the tension between the two demons dissipated, you felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over you. You knew that you had helped them avoid a potentially disastrous confrontation, and you were grateful for the opportunity to keep the peace.

As the three of you walked away from the confrontation, Akaza pulled you close, his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. He knew that he couldn't stop Douma from being who he was, but he also knew that he would do anything to protect you.

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 2 months

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Katsuki Bakugou x Popular/MeanGirl!reader - oneshot about Katsuki loving his ruthless girlfriend!

Ok, the title is a little misleading, you're not that mean! you just do unto others what they do to you...and Katsuki loves it. As always, please let me know if you want more, and if you have any ideas for the future <3 calling this a songfic, because it's hugely based on Don't Touch! by Lil Mariko

warnings: lots of cursing, mentions of castration, and one chaotic good(?) reader

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When you first arrived at UA, a late entry as you lived in the Americas prior, everyone loved you, and surprisingly that included Bakugou. Of course, it took him a long time to warm up all the way, but you started dating after a few months of getting to know each other. What could he say? You were pretty, smart, patient with him, and best of all, you didn't take crap. He learned that the first week of your arrival, when his attempt to bully you fell short. You actually took a liking to him, so he was spared most of the passive aggressive fate he saw you give some others. You were just nice to people who were nice to you, ergo most considered you sweet as candy while some considered you a total bitch.

You were hot and you knew it, and believe it or not it caused a lot of people to spread rumors about you. He'll never forget the first time he saw you in action, it was as satisfying as it was attractive. While walking to lunch, a pair of 2nd years were standing to the side whispering and pointing to you. one of them yelled out, "slut," while the other laughed. You, being the bad bitch that you are, turned around, smiled pleasantly, and put on your best innocent demeanor. "aw, I'm really sorry for getting your dick hard, maybe next time try and keep your eyes a little higher, yeah?" It. Was. Magnificent. The two were flabbergasted to say the least, and Katsuki himself was glad to finally see someone who didn't act like a saint all the time.

Long story short, you were his other half, and he had gotten used to your mocking, sarcastic way of handling assholes...until the day of the Sports Festival. You and Katsuki were were perusing the food stands, you dragging him around from place to place, him trailing behind like the grump he was. One stand actually caught his eye, a sign claiming to have the spiciest sauce in the city to compliment their renowned Takoyaki. You were standing with him, looking around while holding his hand, when out of the corner of your eye you saw someone point towards you. You didn't turn your head, not wanting them to know you noticed, but kept an ear out to see what they were saying.

"yeah, he's the one I was telling you about."

"that guy? No way he's with a girl like her."

"I know, right? He has to be keeping her with him, probably scaring her into staying."

Oh hell no. You weren't going to let this slide, it was one thing to talk about you, but a whole other thing to talk about your relationship. You whipped around, yanking a very confused Katsuki with you. Katsuki had heard the two talking, but was far too enamored with the spicy sauce to actually listen. "Hey," You yelled, using a voice Katsuki hadn't heard out of you before as you raised the hand holding Katsuki's into the air for all to see. "See this?! This means he loves me, so next time you go and make assumptions, why don't you keep your damn mouth shut?!" You step closer to the pair of stunned teens, wearing a look that could kill. Your voice was low and menacing now, making sure they understood every syllable. "Next time I hear you talk shit about my boyfriend, I'll take the Louis Vuitton's He bought me, hunt you down, and castrate you."

The two whimpered, stuttering out a response but unable to finish before running off with their tails between their legs. You watched them dash, one hand on your hip and the other in Katsuki's, before turning to him with that same bubbly smile you always had. "Alright, let's go get ice cream, I'm still hungry!" He had this unreadable expression on his face, and when you tried to pull him to the ice cream he stood stock still. "...What...?" You were fearing the worst.

Were you too much for him? Did he realize he wanted someone nicer, like Ururaka or Momo? This time, he did dragging of his own, yanking you in the opposite direction. He pulled you along without another word, looking left to right, before stopping next to an empty vending stand. "Katsuki, what are you doing," You asked, he was worrying you.

He looked around again, making sure no one was watching, before yanking into the stand with him.

He never answered you with words, but the way he made out with you for the remainder of the Festival break kind of spoke for him. Right then, when you were threatening those extras, was the moment he realized he loved you. Actually, no. He already knew he loved you, despite the fact he never said it (yet). Right then was the moment he knew he'd marry you. You wouldn't know that story from his perspective until he told it at your wedding.

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hope you enjoyed, I had this story on my mind all last night and was just itching to write it! let me know if you want more of this!

#bakugou katsuki #fanfic #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #new to this #new to tumblr #mha

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delulu-sushi · 3 months

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Future Y/N and Mikey visiting their childhood!!! Canon to Always By My Side. :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Remember this place?" Mikey's words trigger your memories as he offers his hand to help you off the back of his motorcycle

Just like he did that day

He entwines his fingers into yours, as deep as one possibly could, as the two of you walk down Musashi Shrine.

You glimpse at him.

Now 25, Manjiro Sano was still as charming as ever. He left his playful appearance, his hairstyle now mimicking his older brother's and his clothes being less casual and more flaunting, but he was still you're Manjiro.

As you walked down Musashi Shrine, you noticed how just the aura of the place brought back his Toman demeanor, just as he would walk down all those years ago... ...the hundreds of heads bowing down as he walked past them, his cape endlessly flowing back as you watched him with a proud feeling that never went away. Watching the invincible Mikey, no, your invincible Mikey walk so confidently, and see so many people respect him...

Manjiro stood where his young self once stood, and you swear you saw the ghosts of the past. He turned to you as his smile grew bigger, and slowly walked towards you, who was leaning on a pole. His one hand reached for your face as he brought his forehead closer to yours, planting a soft kiss on your lips, before whispering his daily mantra, "I love you".

"You know you can't whisper those words without taking things farther" you tease him in between his soft kisses.

"Heh," he chuckles as he takes his hands in yours leading you down the shrine and on a path in the forest, "Don't worry dorayaki, I know what to keep private" he says with a snobbish wink as you roll your eyes at him, the two of you erupting in a series of giggles with your flirtatious talks.

"Are we going to that tree?" You ask Manjiro as you notice the surroundings around you. "Honestly, I didn't think you would remember, seeing how you forget your own birthday"

Mikey gives you a raised eyebrow as he starts giving a very irrelavant and made up list of all the things you forgot, which you give an eye roll and eventually erupt into giggles

He loves making you laugh

"Never stop laughing, m'kay?" He doesn't stare you straight in the eye, but moves his arm over your shoulder as you hug his side

"For you, I never will." You answer back as the two of you eventually stop at the tree.

Manjiro rolls his sleeves down and reaches his hand into a tree hole untouched for 15 years. He pulls out a rusty box, once golden and embroidered, now dusty. Still, Manjiro takes out a handkerchief and wipes the box, which, to your astonishment, is still as beautifully embroidered as it was all those years ago.

Jiro clears his voice and stands up tall, very evidently trying to hold back a childish smile as he begins a speech.

"MS. L/N, F/N, 15 YEARS AGO I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU. 15 YEARS AGO I ASKED YOU TO PUT SOMETHING IN THIS BOX THAT REMINDED YOU OF ME. 15 YEARS AGO, I did the same" His voice calms down as he smiles lovingly. He can't stop. Manjiro opens the box and motions you to take out his letter, as he takes out the picture you drew.

"Dear dorayaki, " you start to read the letter and sneak a glance at Mikey, who freezes with a tomato-red face, suddenly remembering how much of an embarrassing love-struck 10 year old he was, "Jeez Jiro, I can't believe you made up that nickname when you were ten" you tease him.

"One day, you came to my grandpa's dojo, and I thought you were just another girl. Then we played together. You, me, Baji, and Sanzu, and all I wanted to do was make sure no one tagged you but me. Now I am ten and Shinichiro is always talking about the girls he gets rejected by. And sometimes, I get scared that you too, will reject me."

You pause to take a breath. Never in your life did you imagine that the 5th grade boy who acted so cool and chill in front of everyone was head over heels about you, going so far to write a whole letter.

"I think I'm in love with you. And if this is true, then I'll tell you. I'll look at your pretty E/C eyes all day long and we'll drink milkshakes together, and I'll even let you finish mine. But most importantly, if this is true, then I'll bring you back here and", you turn over the paper, anticipating what comes next... but its empty. Confused, you look back at Manjiro, whos

On his knees.

His hands on a small square case which you hope has what you think is inside.

He's staring at you, with love, because he knows what you're answer is going to be

"Marry me?"

No words come out of your mouth as you nod your head while tears slowly drop down your face as he takes your precious hand and slides a golden ring with the engraving Sano.

"Then I'll bring you back here and I'll make you a Sano" he finishes the last sentence of his letter and kisses your hand, while your still in shock about what happened.

"We're, WE'RE MARRIED NOW! We're married now? Oh my gosh, we are married Manji" Manjiro never thought you would be freaking out more then him. He looked straight in your eyes, picked you up, and twirled you around, "YEAH! You're a Sano now!" You've never seen him this happy before.

He then picks up the drawing you put in the time capsule,

A wedding reception. The Sano family, and all your friends surrounding the side. And in the middle?

You and Manjiro as bride and groom

#manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers fluff #time capsule #sano mikey manjiro #mikey kun #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro x y/n #manjiro x you #proposal

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SKY HIGH | s.kerr

summary: sam hates flying, but she hates it a little less when she gets to sit next to you. [745 words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: my first piece ever! just a little something to start my blog off <3

SAM WAS A NERVOUS FLYER. there was no doubting that. when you first made the team, you had been warned about her nervous flying habits. she would pace the lounge till no end, her knee would always be bouncing, and take-off she could tear the arm-rests from the bottom of the plane with how tight she held them.

you were due to make your debut this week against the republic of ireland in the first group stage for the world cup. so you were finally flying out with the team and not with the reserves.

pre-flight, you sat with mary. she and you were around a similar age, both of you being on the younger side of your teammates. you noticed as macca pointed out sam's anxiety that had already began to kick in. she had hated flying ever since she was young, it hadn't changed as she neared 30.

"y/n," kennedy called over to you. you looked over from the tiktok that mary was showing you to speak with alanna. "swap seats with me?" she asked. you raised your eyebrows at her.

hesitating before responding, you ask "why?"

alanna rolled her eyes before sighing. leaning in closer, she spoke in a low voice. "because i'm sat with sammy, and she's a nervous wreck" she told you, "and i am so tired, i just want to sleep."

you looked over at sam who was still bouncing her knee, her nails in between her teeth. it couldn't be that bad, you thought. "sure," you shrugged, "i don't mind."

sam was so out of it, she didn’t even register who she was supposed to sit next to. so when she saw you sitting in the isle, where alanna would’ve sat, she didn’t really focus on anything else but putting her bag up.

“sat with me, huh?” sam tried to give a smile, act like the impending take-off wasn’t bothering her, but you could see right through her. “aren’t you lucky,” she chuckled.

“so i’ve heard,” you laughed in response. you put your knees to the side so sam could slide in to the window seat and get comfortable before the take-off, instead she didn’t move. she looked up and down the isle before cracking her knuckles.

“do you want to sit in the isle or the window?” you asked. you knew sam was scared to fly, so maybe if you took the window seat she wouldn’t be so nervous.

sam looked taken back by your offer. “are you sure you don’t want to sit in the isle?” she asked.

you shook your head, “no, i don’t care,” you shuffled down into the next seat so you were sat next to the window. “i don’t like isle anyway,” you lied.

as take-off neared, sam was only getting more and more nervous. the captain had announced that we would be taking off and the air hostesses had finished their demonstration and had sat down ready for the plane to move. “you good?” you asked her when he nails were getting chewed again.

“aw man,” she sighed, “i just hate flying.” she shook her head. “i don’t know what it is. i just get so nervous.” sam admitted.

“do you want to hold my hand?” you asked. sam turned her head quickly to look at you, surprised by what you said. “take-off is the worst part,” you shrugged, “my mum used to hold mine when i was little.”

sam took a moment before nodding. “yes please,” she whispered, a soft laugh following in suit.

as the plane began to reverse and move onto the runway, sam’s grip continued to tighten. when the plane began to travel down the tarmac, she was practically squeezing your hand red. you didn’t mind, only matching her strength. her knee bounced intensely; eyes closed as her ears popped being in the air. you placed your hand on her knee to comfort her. she opened her eyes to see your hand resting on her tan skin. your touch completely distracted her from her anxieties and soon you were up in the air and sam was feeling much calmer.

“not so bad, huh?” you rested your head against the back of your seat, turning to face sam.

“maybe i should sit with you every flight,” she joked.

you laughed along, not bothering to comment how she was still holding your hand; fingers intertwined. you wouldn’t mind sitting next to sam on every flight if was like this.

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr one shot #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr x reader #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine

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A lifetime of dates (part 2)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) - Wordcount: 2.1k - Warnings: Tony being his usual asshole self (lovingly), suggestive talk, crowds? - We're continuing with the The Avengers movie (post battle of New York) do not repost my work as your own or translate my work Masterlist

2012

''Hot damn.'' A wolf-whistle echoed in the room.

Natasha, fiddling with her dangling earring, slowly turned to the culprit, careful not to drop the clutch wedged between her arm and her side. Her eyes narrowed, daring him to continue, but the man clearly held no regard for his life.

''That's what you've been hiding under that suit?''

''Stark,'' Steve scolded him, shaking his head in disappointment.

Week one of living in the Tower. It had been a… challenge to adapt to the new situation.

For two spies who worked alone, lived alone, and stayed in the shadows all their lives, it was a big change to suddenly be a part of the most famous team in the world. And to live with them. Seven big characters in one building had already led to annoyances.

People—Stark—not cleaning up after himself, Clint hogging the TV, Steve not letting anyone put their feet on the coffee table, Thor accidentally smashing said coffee table by simply putting his hammer down.

Natasha found herself struggling to settle. Change wasn't her favorite thing, especially when things had been so good at SHIELD. But there was one place she ran to when her inner turmoil was strong. Or rather, one person. And now that their floor was decorated, and all their stuff moved in—two bags of clothes, a plant, and some picture frames—she grasped at the opportunity to go on a date, just her and Katya, away from the boys.

Staring Tony down, Natasha marched up to the couch, her heels clicking on the polished floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw Clint cringe, the fury in her eyes a very recognizable one.

She'd been wanting to say something to the group concerning her relationship. And being two women against five men, she felt she had to act quickly to establish her power and authority.

"I'm only saying this once," she said firmly, pointedly looking the other four men in their eyes. "So get your heads out of your asses so you hear what I have to say.''

Tony's face grew a smirk, very interested in what she had to say. Bruce shrunk, like Clint. Thor just looked confused. Steve paid genuine attention.

"House rules. In case anyone was still wondering, yes, Kat and I are in a relationship. We fuck, we go on dates."

Everyone on the couch—except Tony, who perked up—shifted around and grimaced awkwardly at the mention of sex, but Natasha loved making men uncomfortable.

"Rule number one, no weird staring. We're two women, it's 2012, get over it. Don't ask who 'the man' is in the relationship. There is none, that's the whole point."

They were all silent, listening intently, and Natasha had to suppress the urge to smirk. Since aliens fell from the sky, she hadn't felt as powerful as now.

"Number two, I don't want to be made fun of or hear any ''funny'' lesbian jokes, and I'm looking at you, Stark," she warned, glaring challengingly at him.

Tony's eyes widened with innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender, but Natasha knew, and all the men around them knew, he'd jump at the first opportunity to make a joke.

''Three." Natasha paused, her voice softening the slightest bit. "We're both in this for life. So spare yourself the trouble of trying to snatch her away from under my nose, because you won't succeed, and it'll be embarrassing for you. If I see any flirting, I won't be responsible for what I'll do to you."

Bruce looked downright terrified at her threat, scared to even look at Katya anymore in fears of upsetting Natasha. Steve just nodded somewhat awkwardly. But they were all quiet, impressed by her words. Natasha saw she hadn't frightened Tony enough, but she had a plan to deal with him later.

"Oh, and please," she added as an afterthought, "announce yourself before you go onto our floor. It's for your own wellbeing.''

''You mean if we want to avoid a bullet to the head," Steve smiled, thinking he got the joke.

The corner of Natasha's mouth curled up. ''Something like that.''

Everyone turned to look at the hallway when footsteps swelled on. They were fast, rushed, and belonged to Katya, who struggled to clasp her bracelet around her wrist as she hurried into the room.

''Oh, here you are!'' She exclaimed, lighting up when she spotted Natasha. Her black dress was very similar to the one her redheaded girlfriend wore. Short, with thin straps, tight all the way from chest to thighs. A long black blazer had been thrown over it to act as a jacket on these chilly summer evenings.

Natasha's demeanor changed dramatically. Her stern glare faded away like snow under the hot sun, a bright endearing smile lighting up her green eyes as they took in the sight before her. She couldn't look away. Beauty like that had to be admired.

''You look beyond beautiful, as usual.'' She complimented softly, wrapping her arm around Katya's waist to pull her into her side. The men were perplexed at her attitude switch, watching wide-eyed as Natasha's soft side came out.

Katya's gaze slowly traveled over the group before it returned to Natasha. ''Why do they look like they pissed their pants?" She chuckled, knowingly raising her eyebrow. "What did you say to them?''

''Oh, just stating some house rules if we all want to live together harmoniously.'' Natasha shrugged, completely unbothered.

Katya's eyes narrowed at her face, trying to figure out what that meant. But Natasha just stared at her with that lovesick expression. Slowly, she turned to the group. ''Did she threaten to murder you if you look at me?'' The silence that followed, together with Bruce's pale face, was enough of an answer. Katya sighed. ''Nat…''

''It's important to set the tone from the start, before they think they can walk all over us," Natasha defended herself with a smile. ''Come, we're going to be late.''

Katya laughed softly as Natasha took her hand and dragged her towards the elevator, but not before they heard Tony mumble,

''I find that switch horrifying.''

Soon, they stepped into the elevator that took them down to the ground level, ready for an evening of fine dining. The city was still in ruins from the alien attack, but business mostly went on as usual. A private dinner was the perfect way to rewind.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes and you threaten our teammates." Katya chuckled, shaking her head as the doors closed. "What were the "house rules"?"

But the second the elevator started to move, Natasha pounced on her. The attraction, the lust, was too strong for her to handle. "Not important." She pushed Katya against the wall, her lips finding the underside of her jaw like a starved woman. "What is important is you looking this sexy. Good enough to eat." She mumbled lowly, teasingly biting into Katya's neck.

Katya twitched, a breathy laugh falling from her lips. "Later." She promised, trying and failing to push her girlfriend off her. Natasha wasn't done yet, her hand innocently brushing up the side of Katya's thigh.

"May I remind you that there are cameras in this elevator." A digital voice filled the space. JARVIS.

Natasha hummed, the vibrations tickling against Katya's skin. "No better way to show them you're off limits." She said smugly, only more determined to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up Katya's neck.

Katya laughed, pinching her girlfriend's side. "I'm not making a sex tape and showing it to Tony just so you can get him off my back. I think it may have the opposite effect." Another bite, this one possessive.

Natasha was more aware than anyone of Katya's attractiveness, so she feared her girlfriend may be right. With a final kiss underneath her ear, she pulled back just as the elevator dinged. "Guess I'll have to keep you close to me then." She smirked.

"No place I'd rather be." Katya grinned, taking her hand. To her surprise, they went the opposite way of the parking garage. "Are we not taking the car?"

"I was hoping we could walk." Natasha smiled softly, their linked hands swinging back and forth. "It's only two blocks and the weather is nice."

But that turned out to be a big mistake.

See, it had only been a week, so nobody on the team was used to the popularity they'd suddenly gained yet. The second Natasha opened the back door, the one that was supposed to be hidden, a horde of fans swarmed her like moths to a flame. She'd never expected or seen them there.

Caps, shirts, signs, flags, drawings, everything was covered with her logo, with her face, with her girlfriend's face and her teammates'. It was a sea of red, white, and blue, like a bad Fourth of July parade. It was the weirdest, most pathetic thing she'd ever seen.

Her fight or flight response immediately kicked in, the fans' loud voices making her heart pound in her chest. Quickly, she tried to back Katya up, into the building, but it was too late.

"Ms. Romanoff!"

"Katya!"

"Sign my t-shirt!"

"Can we take a picture?"

Natasha squared her shoulders, standing tall. "Yeah, so that was a mistake!" She yelled over the noise, looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend, shielding her from grabby hands or cellphones.

This wasn't their scene. This was Tony's thing. It was loud, and overwhelming, and caused a tightness in her chest.

"Let's take the car!" Katya yelled back, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening. They both felt bad leaving these fans hanging, but they had a restaurant reservation to get to.

With difficulty, they managed to go back inside and shut the door, cutting off the noise.

They stood perplexed, staring at each other like they weren't sure that really just happened. Until they burst out laughing. At this situation, at the weirdness their lives had become. Natasha still wasn't sure she liked it, but at least they were going through it together.

"Well, that was something," Katya said, fixing her hair up to compose herself.

"If they're still standing in the street when we drive out, I'm running them over." Natasha joked.

"Nat!" Katya gasped, letting out another laugh. "You do that to the haters, not to our fans!"

Natasha smirked. "I love how you encourage me."

"I'm a supportive girlfriend." Katya shrugged.

They ended up in the restaurant eventually. Even though the server could barely get his words out because he was so starstruck, and the whole restaurant was subtly staring at them until the main course arrived, dinner was nice, like old times. And Natasha clung onto every bit of normalcy she could find, enjoying these quiet moments now more than ever.

As chaotic as the start of this date was, so peaceful was the end of it. They got home pretty late, getting off on their own floor to avoid Tony or Clint ruining their moods, kicking off their heels for some sweet relief. Natasha poured Katya a drink to end the evening, finding her in front of the huge floor to ceiling windows their living room had. She loved watching the city at night, all the lights.

"Life's fucking crazy at the moment," Katya mumbled absentmindedly as she rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, taking a sip of her drink.

Natasha gently caressed her back, tracing the shape of her spine. The muscles underneath her hand were tenser than usual. She wasn't the only one struggling with all this change. "Good crazy or bad crazy?"

Katya pursed her lips in thought. "I haven't decided yet, but I have a good feeling about this group. Everything happens for a reason."

"You know I don't believe in that," Natasha teased gently.

"You'll see, baby. You'll see," Katya smiled knowingly, downing her drink in one go. She stepped away to put her glass down, planting her hands in her sides. "Now, I believe you were hungry."

Natasha frowned. They had just eaten a five course meal. "Hu—" A sly smile pulled on Katya's lips, making her stop short. "Oh." The scene in the elevator.

Katya's smile widened mischievously as she stepped closer and teasingly toyed with Natasha's necklace, her fingertips brushing over her collarbones. "Maybe if you pull my dress off right here, the fans downstairs can get a glimpse," she spoke innocently, but her actions were far from.

Her motivations were so obvious—rile Natasha up—yet Natasha rarely found herself care enough or strong enough to resist. Why would she be stubborn and drag this out if she could have Katya in her bed sooner?

She yanked Katya closer and whispered hotly in her ear. "Don't tempt me."

#katandnat #natasha romanoff #forgotten ghost series #natasha romanoff x fem!oc #natasha romanoff fanfiction #katyaromanoffpetrova #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #the avengers #mcu

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kaeyx · 2 months

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I like the idea of beastzai adopting an orphan like atsushi but he doesn’t raise them for years to fight or become a weapon, rather a very deeply gaslighted and manipulated puppet that he can use for various purposes. In the morning you’re an accessory attached to him, but at night you’re his personal fleshlight.

Hhhhhhhh good god this is making me dizzy,,, Beastzai continuing Mori's tradition of picking orphans up off the streets, but he finds a really cute one and decides to keep them for something else. And you who've lived in a dingy, underfunded orphanage all your life, sharing cold beds and cold food, beaten when you acted up because it's the easiest way to control a few hundred children when you don't have the resources to take care of all of them individually. So in a way, you come pre broken!

Beastzai is the first person ever to choose you, and only you. You've always been part of a gaggle of dirty faces, not pretty or cooperative enough to adopt, you've never had one on one attention like this. He asks you a few questions and he's so well groomed, his voice is so soft and persuasive, and you've never been taught to be weary of people like him. When he hears nobody will come looking for you he offers you a place to stay, a job so you can earn your keep, and you're immediately infatuated. You think this is compensation for all those years of suffering and neglect, and you go with him hand in hand.

He lets you take warm baths for as long as you want, with sweet smelling shampoo instead of hard hunks of soap and lots of steam and bubbles. You always get warm food, as much as you can eat, and a soft bed all to yourself. Beastzai makes you live with him, of course. He's just worried about your condition, since you looked so frail when he found you. The job he gives you is simply to be his secretary, carrying stacks of papers and opening doors for him. You feel so useful, and he pays you well. But of course he suggests you consult him before buying anything, since you've never had any money or anywhere to spend it, and you might end up buying the wrong kind of thing. He always worries so much about you and gives you so much attention, always keeping you by his side, you're addicted to the feeling. You love being wanted.

The first time he kisses you you nearly cry. He holds your chin and puts an arm around your waist and makes you sit in his lap while he tells you how to kiss, licking the roof of your mouth and biting your lips until they're tender and swollen. Eventually his hands move to your ass and he guides your hips gently back and forth, grinding his clothed bulge against you while you stutter and whine, clinging to his jacket with big, scared eyes. You've never had sex before, nobody bothered to tell you how it works, and you really don't want to disappoint him. Beastzai kisses you gently and lays you on your back with your legs spread, reassuring you. He'll teach you, don't worry. He'll make sure you know everything you need to.

Beastzai stretches you out on his slender fingers until you're desperate, bucking your hips up against his hand, gripping him tightly and begging for more. You don't even know what you're asking for, but he does. He pushes inside you carefully, his thumb swirling around your clit and smearing your slick all over it while he coos at you. He pinches your nipples cruelly and bites your neck until it's bruised, reassuring you all the time that you're doing very good, this is how it's supposed to feel. Don't you trust him? Doesn't he know more than you about these things? Of course he does. You just have to listen, and everything will be okay. Kissing your tears away after he's drained his balls into your sweet cunt, leaving you a messy, sweaty heap.

Every day he brings you to work with him and makes you stand next to his desk, or fetch him something menial to keep you occupied. He loves the tight clothes he tells you to wear because you never question him, just putting them on every morning completely oblivious to how he stares at your ass when you walk. When he's bored or has time to relax he lays you on his desk and eats you out, or pushes you against the windows and fucks you with your cheek pressed against the cold glass, overlooking the entire city. When he has work he pats his leg and you always come over like an obedient pet, sliding under his desk or sitting on his cock to keep him entertained for a few hours. Sometimes, people have to come in for whatever reason. Beastzai tells you not to worry about moving, everyone already knows you're his.

#dazai.bsd #okay guys it's official i am obsessed with making him a horrible person it's just too hot #beastzai.bsd #dazai x reader

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barbarianbookhoe · 7 months

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Chapter 6

Taglist: @vainillasmil157 @bookloverfilmoholic

A/N: i don't think there's any warnings, this one's mostly fluff, little angst and flashbacks! Sorry it got so long ...

Apologies for any grammar mistakes, it's almost midnight while I'm editing this!

(I know Y/N and Kaz as "kids" are going to sound like adults, but hey, this is the language of Ketterdam) (Also, there's a little getting jealous of Inej, but no Inej slander!)

Age 13: "I wanted to know who you are"

Kaz knew 3 things about the girl: 1, She was younger than she looked, 2, She was hiding something, and 3, Her name was definitely not Eliza.

He's been watching her ever since she first came in six months ago. At first, Kaz thought she was there to replace him, and therefore made her time in the club stressful. Leaving glasses everywhere, hiding her cleaning cloth, basically being an asshole.

That all changed, when one night, while he was coming back from a job with a few guys, Kaz saw Y/N changing into a cat in the alley next to the club, and follow a merchant inside. It was Pekka Rollins.

Kaz went inside the club and saw the cat lying down on the floor, under Pekka's chair. He watched the man having a conversation with Per Haskell, and noticed that the cat's ears picked up their voice. She was eavesdropping on them.

Kaz catched the girl when she was about to step out of the place, and guided her to an empty alley and confronted her.

"Who are you?" He asked harshly and saw the girl look at him in confusion. "What?" "Who are you?" Kaz asked again, this time more seriously. "I-I clean the tables, that's all," "You're lying. You're a shapeshifter who eavesdropped on Pekka Rollins, and now is acting like it never happened. You're hiding something important. Who. Are.You?" The girl kept her scared and innocent facade for a few seconds longer, then dropped her face and stared at him in anger.

"Nobody. And I'd like to keep it that way, pretty boy," She whispered harshly and Kaz raised his brows. "So you admit you're hiding what you are?"

"This is Ketterdam. No one's who they say they are," She said and crossed her arms. "Including you, and those black gloves of yours. You think I can't see when you're pick pocketing customers in the dim light?" She tilted her head looking at Kaz expectantly. The boy stood there for a second in complete surprise, but then he regained his composure.

"You're spying on me." He stated and the girl hummed. "So are you. The only difference is our intention,"

"And what do you think my intention is?" The girl quietly chuckled as she answered. "Suspicion. You think I'm a danger to this club, this gang. I'm not after the Dregs. I'm after Pekka Rollins," She stated and Kaz's eyes widened in shock. "Why?" The girl hesitated, before stepping closer and quickly whispering to him. "Because I want him to suffer, and die like the rat he is,"

Hearing the anger in her voice, Kaz stared at her with a hint of amazement. He took in the girl in front of him, and felt a sense of familiarity with her hidden violence. Kaz knew that look, he saw it every time he looked into a mirror.

He spoke up with a newfound, cold calmness. "Then we destroy him,"

"We?" The girl asked and Kaz turned to her. "I'm familiar with your hatred towards the man. One mind can kill him, but two can take everything from him," He saw the way her eyes lit up at his words, and she smirked at him. "I'm curious about what damage the two of us will do,"

She turned around and began walking away, but before she could get further, he quickly stopped her. "You didn't tell me what your intention was. For spying on me," Kaz asked and the girl answered simply.

"I wanted to know who you were. And now that we're going to work together, I can't wait to find out."

Age 14: "Every step of the way"

Kaz had a reason to be angry. He was listening to Y/N scolding him for the thousandth time that week. It all started when she saw him walking instead of resting his leg. She put him back in bed, then he sneaked out and she caught him again. Right now, she was scolding him for running on a job with other Dregs members. Their argument consisted of Kaz rolling his eyes and making sarcastic comments, eventually fueling Y/N's frustration. Maybe it wasn't the best idea telling her to fuck off.

"Kaz, I will not leave you to run around the city with a broken leg!" Kaz rolled his eyes again at her words."It's not broken, the medic said I can walk on it just fine,"

"He said you're going to limp for the rest of your life," Y/N looked him dead in the eye. "Exactly, a limp. Which means I can still walk." He told her and stood up to go to the door of his room, but Y/N was quick to push him back on his bed. "Walk, and not run! Kaz, I thought you were smart." She said and sat down in the chair next to his bed. Kaz stared at her in frustration. "How long will you scold me for running with a limp? You did that too," Y/N scoffed at his words. "Yeah, but my leg wasn't broken." She stood up and opened his bedroom door. "You want to be on your feet all day, so be it. Just-" She turned back to look at Kaz and pointed under his bed. "Just make sure you use that. I'm going to beat the shit out of you if you don't, because I stayed too much after work for it to collect the dust." Y/N went out of his room and closed the door.

It wasn't closed for two seconds when Kaz practically jumped off his bed and pulled the object wrapped in multiple layers of newspaper from under his bed. He tore the paper apart and when he saw what the object was, he just stared at it for a minute. Then he saw the small letter that fell out of the wrapping and quickly read it.

"Dear boy who boils my blood,

I hate it when you think I don't know when you sneak out, but maybe this way I can be with you every step of the way. I hope it suits your taste.

P.S. I added some extra weight to it."

He tried not to smile as he inspected the cane.

It was black, with silver painting on the bottom, and on the top of it was a beautiful silver crow, with silver eyes, the beak almost as sharp as a knife. Kaz lifted the cane and felt its heaviness and furrowed his brows. When he moved it around, like he was using a hammer, a smile crept upon his face.

Y/N made a weapon for him.

Age 15: "Take my hand, and take my heart"

"Son of a bitch!" Y/N yelped and grabbed her chair's armrest. "I told you so," Kaz said from behind her, also sitting on a chair, his back to her. They were getting the Crow and the Cup tattoo at the same time, because lately they found each others company indispensable, comforting even. Aside from their comments and teasing, of course.

"Just wait till the needle hits your skin too. You're going to yelp like a school girl," Y/N growled as she tried to stay still in her seat. She heard Kaz's movements as he rolled up his shirt's sleeve and held it to the tattoo artist to start the tattoo. When the needle pierced his skin, Y/N felt his chair move as he jumped a little. She giggled, "Isn't it wonderful, Kaz?" "I need a drink," He answered instead, which made her laugh, but it soon turned into muffled groaning, as the needle hit a sensitive spot on her forerarm.

They didn't speak much after that, since they were too focused on keeping their composure. Truth be told, they didn't need words to know how the other was feeling. Y/N grabbed the arm of the chair multiple times, indicating that she was about to scream. Kaz exhaled rather sharply, which meant he was close to stabbing himself with the needle, just for the pain to end.

When Y/N let out a yelp, Kaz didn't even hesitate to find and grab her free arm, his back still facing her. He didn't want to risk the needle going any deeper into his skin, than he would've liked to.

"Motherfucker!" Y/N shouted and squeezed Kaz's hand with so much force she could hear the leather creak in her hands. His face didn't even falter, but his heart? It was going ten miles per second, just like his thoughts, that seemed to overflow all of a sudden.

Does she has soft skin? Are her hands cold or warm? Does her hands have scars from working with the gunsmith? What would it feel like to interwine their fingers? How long can he touch her, before he feels like throwing up?

Then his heart told him things, things he sometimes naively wished to say, when they were alone in the club.

You were an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. You could never stay in one place for too long, and yet, I was the one you constantly came back to. You pulled me out to shore when the waves rose higher, threatening to drown me. You're the anchor that ties me to this world, making it less lonely beside you.

Without realizing, Kaz interwined their fingers and whenever he felt like loosening his grip, Y/N readjusted their hands. It was like as if she were able to read his mind, knowing when he was about to slip away.

They stayed like that for the rest of the evening, while the two men finished their tattoos. Y/N drew slow circles on his hand, comforting him, and Kaz squeezed her hand, encouraging her. When they finished and Y/N let go of their hand, Kaz grabbed it again and squeezed it one more time, trying to make her understand his thoughts.

Take my hand, and take my heart too. You robbed it from me, and I don't want it back. It's yours now, yours to own, yours to lose. I promise in the name of all the Saints I don't believe in, you will never have to fear the dark when you're with me.

It was only a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. Y/N was never going to forget the feeling of their fingers interwined, before he dropped her hand and regained his cold composure.

She finally knew how it felt to hold his hand. She wanted more.

And Kaz Brekker? He was hiding a grin, for he never once felt like throwing up during the touch.

Age 16: "A girl worth fighting for"

"No, fuck you Kaz!" Y/N shouted at the boy in front of her in his office. Their ranks in the Dregs rose quickly, with Kaz basically leading the gang himself, and Y/N being their "secret" weapon. Using her shapeshifting abilities came in handy, especially when Kaz ran out of plans. (Though he would rather carve his tongue out, than admit that).

"What do you want me to say? That you're unreplaceable? Because you're not. None of us needs you anymore," Kaz casually said and Y/N looked at him in shock. He took a deep breath, before lifting his head up and continuing. "I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did." She said and Kaz couldn't ignore the small crack in her voice. "Then what the fuck am I doing here? Why not throw me away as soon as you brought Inej in?" Her tone got angrier by each word she spoke, but Kaz looked at her with a cold stare.

"You're valuable for the team." He said and looked away, searching through the numerous papers on his desk. Y/N scoffed. "Valuable my ass! I'm not one of your soldiers, I'm your fucking friend Kaz!"

"Oh, do you want me to treat you differently? Maybe talk with you about our hopes and dreams, and how are we feeling? I'm not your fucking lover!" His eyes held no recognition of the man Y/N knew. This wasn't her Kaz anymore, this was Dirtyhands. "And if you keep acting like I am, I'll throw you out on the streets myself." He sat down in his chair and didn't look up, not even when the girl left and slammed his door on her way out.

He couldn't concentrate on the work he was supposed to do. He tried and failed multiple times, and when even the glass of kvas wasn't enough to keep his mind off of her, Kaz marched into the night to find her.

He went to the shop, the bakery next to it, the marketplace, the library, her favorite antique shop, the Slat, and just in case Fifth Harbor. When he still didn't find her, he knew there was only one place left where she could be. He didn't like it.

Kaz came to a halt at the front step of the house, on the outskirt of the Financial District. Y/N told him countless stories about her time in her aunt's house, and now that he was standing in front of it, he felt like he knew the place.

If Kaz had to be honest, he felt somewhat afraid in that moment. After he knocked loudly on the door, he counted the seconds until it opened. Dirtyhands wasn't scared of anything, he was a fearless man, but the boy standing there wasn't him anymore. He was just Kaz, who was afraid of losing someone important to him.

"What did you say to her?" Raffiel, Y/N's brother asked Kaz, and he felt himself swallow before replying. "Something I shouldn't have. I need to talk to her," Raffiel only looked at him with a furious look. Kaz noticed the fire in his eyes, reminding him of Y/N when she was angry. "I believe you talked to her just enough. Bye." He went to close the door, but Kaz stopped him with his cane. He pushed the door open with it and stepped inside without a second thought.

"I came here to apologize, and I'm going to, wether you like it or not." Kaz told Raffiel coldly and the two of them stared each other down. None of them broke the eye contact, but Kaz could feel his hands starting to sweat under his gloves. A voice made both of them turn away from the other.

"Is that true?" Y/N asked standing on the staircase, her arms crossed. She looked down at Kaz, who in return stared at her with sincerety in his eyes. She saw the tiny change in his look, and nodded her head upstairs, not looking back to see if he followed her.

When Kaz was about to step on the stairs, Raffiel stopped him. "I've known you for a while now, Brekker. But if you hurt my sister ever again, I'm going to paint the Barrel red with your blood," He whispered to him and Kaz scoffed at him. "Many tried and failed."

"I believe Y/N will succeed one day," Raffiel told him and Kaz furrowed his brows. When the man saw his face, he watched him with curiosity. "I have a question for you, Mister Brekker," He mockingly said the 'Mister', "Who is she to you?"

"I came to apologize, not to have an interrogation." Kaz answered harshly and attempted to walk up the stairs, but Raffiel stopped him again. "But why would Dirtyhands apologize to anyone at all? Especially my sister, a regular gunsmith?"

Kaz didn't have an answer. Actually, he had multiple answers, consisting of curse words and sarcastic comments, but the smirk Raffiel gave him told him everything he needed to know. He won't believe any shit excuse Kaz might come up with, so he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I'll ask once again, who is she to you?"

The old words came to Kaz with ease. No one. A spy. A great asset. But there was something else, a voice shouting at him, making everything else disappear from his mind. She's my friend, my partner, my anchor. She's the one keeping me on the surface, when the tides get tough. She's someone worth dying for. Kaz answered with the outmost casualty.

"She's a girl worth fighting for." But before he could completely disappear from Raffiel's line of sight, he spoke up with a small smile.

"Find me when you believe she's worth living for."

Age 17: "I always noticed you"

The heist got royally fucked up. The guards decided to change posts a second earlier, the rain didn't stop before midnight, and they were low on weapons.

Y/N, once again, was Kaz's secret ace up his sleeve during a robbery with Inej and Jesper. The latter two got told to go straight back to the Slat, preferably unnoticed, while Y/N and Kaz were running for their lives.

Actually, it was Kaz who was running, with Y/N flying above him in the form of a crow. They neared Fifth Harbor, when Kaz was attacked and abruptly pushed to the ground. The man was almost twice his size and thrice his age, but Kaz fought him with great strength that lied beneath his skinny frame.

Y/N quickly flew to the back of the attacker's head and began pecking it and scratching the man's face as hard as she could, making him wave around with his hands, trying to get her off of him. When he suddenly punched Y/N, she fell to the ground and briefly saw the man pushing Kaz into the deep water.

As if she were guided by some primal instinct, she attacked the man in an instant and scratched his eyes. The man was shouting in pain as one of his eyes began bleeding and stood up to face the bird.

Y/N turned back into human without a second thought, and continued what Kaz started. The fight went on for longer than she would've wanted, and it made the worry in her grow by each second. She finally sliced the man's throat, before jumping into the harbor after Kaz. The ice cold water shocked her body, and it only made her go faster. She knew what the water represented for Kaz, and it broke her heart that he was currently sinking in those memories.

When she felt her hand touch Kaz's coat, she clutched it firmly in her hands and began pulling themselves up. Her muscles felt like they were on fire, but she didn't dare to stop. She wouldn't let Kaz sink, not now, not ever.

When she finally broke the surface, she took a big gulp of air like it was her first breath. She held Kaz close to her chest as she started to swim to the docks on her back. When she reached it, she quickly braced herself for the power it was going to take to pull Kaz on the dock above them.

It took her several attempts to finally bring the both of them on top of the wooden surface. She quickly turned Kaz onto his back and checked his pulse. It was faint but it was there. Her worry turned into panic as she let go of the ice cold skin under her fingertips.

"Sorry." Y/N whispered to him, as if he could hear her. "I'm so sorry," she repeated as she quickly pulled Kaz's coat apart and began the chest compressions. She counted each compression, but after thirty, the numbers left her brain, and she began something she stopped doing many years ago.

She was sending a desperate prayer to the Saints she once believed in, hoping they had not yet turned their backs on her. She knew it wouldn't change a thing, but still she sent prayer after prayer as the seconds turned into minutes. She didn't notice when she started to speak out loud, but she didn't stop.

"I beg of you, please bring him back!" Y/N pleaded as her eyes filled with tears. She fought to keep them from falling. "Wake up Kaz! Please, wake up for me!" She said and stopped the chest compressions to gently shake his shoulders. "I know you don't need me, but I need you! I need you to wake the fuck up and look at me!" She shouted at his face but the response never came. "Please, I want you to look at me," Y/N whispered as the tears escaped her eyes and clouded her sight.

"I don't know if you can hear me but I want you to know, that I, that I don't hate you. No matter how hard I try to. What I do hate, is the fact that even now, you can never turn your face at me. And yet I-," Y/N scoffed as she looked away and continued. "Yet, I tend to forget about that whenever I look at you. Whenever you think you're slicked back into the shadows, I know you're there, because somehow I'm always able to notice you. Funny, how we can deceive ourselves in the most ironic way possible. I saw you, but I never saw my true feelings, until recently. I'm so fucking oblivious," Y/N's words turned into a whisper at the end, like she was afraid someone could hear her admit her feelings.

"But I know for sure that you don't feel the same, because if you did, you would give me some kind of hint outside of your usual glares. I just wanted you to see me, to look at me, to-"

"I always noticed you." Kaz said as he coughed up some water. Y/N was quick to help him sit up, so he'd be able to cough up the rest. After a few seconds he stopped, and spoke again. "I always looked at you," Kaz whispered as he lied back down on his back, closing his eyes for a second before opening them.

When he looked up into Y/N's eyes, he felt his heart stop. As the midnight moon shined down from behind her back, it drew a faint gloria around her head. Kaz didn't believe in Saints any more than he believed in the afterlife, but in that moment, he could swear he found his religion.

And he would try every day for the rest of his mortal life to be worthy of the love showed his way.

"What?" Y/N asked in a confused tone. She didn't know if this was a dream or a hallucination. "If you took some time to really look at me, you would know that I spend my every free minute watching you. I can't find the reason why." Kaz said the last sentence with some frustration, before he continued, this time making sure to keep looking at Y/N and not turn away.

"You make me want to know more and more about you, and it makes me frustrated that this curiosity won't leave me alone, not even in my sleep," Kaz told her and abruptly sat up. The movement made Y/N realize she was still holding Kaz's waistcoat at his chest. When she noticed it she pulled away, but was stopped by Kaz's hand, which gripped her hand and squeezed it for a second, before dropping it.

"You occupy my head even when I don't want you to, and no matter how hard I try to erase you from my mind, you manage to sneak your way back in by simply existing. It's fucking annoying." His words came out as a threat, but Y/N learned long ago how to read between the lines. And what she found made her heart swell up in her chest.

"Can I ask, how long have you been... annoyed by this?" She asked as naturally as she could, and thankfully Kaz didn't catch the excitement she tried to hide. "The night we got the tattoos. Everytime I catch a glimpse of the Crow and Cup, my thoughts get drowned by you. It's irritating and I can't put an end to it." Kaz said and Y/N fought hard to keep the serious look on her face, but eventually she gave up.

She sweetly smiled at Kaz, to which he looked back at her with raised brows, question in his eyes. Y/N took a deep breath before she spoke up. "You're an evil man, Kaz." She whispered and Kaz's lips turned into a slightly wicked smirk.

"That never stopped you before." The statement lingered in the air for a minute, before Y/N spoke with confidence.

"And it never will."

Present: (Age 19)

The two days after Inej woke up were pure torture for Kaz Brekker. It was hard for his brain to focus on the map of the Ice Court longer than 10 minutes, and he was starting to consider asking Matthias to crack his skull open. He was certain the Fjerdan would most definitely enjoy his request.

There were also other pleasant things occupying his mind: thoughts of him ripping his eyes out so he wouldn't be able to look at Y/N, or cutting his ear off, so he wouldn't be able to hear her voice or laugh. While she took care of Inej along with Nina, she didn't really talk to him, or look at him, or even stayed in his presence for too long, not to cause any more suspicion in the others. And it was slowly driving Kaz mad.

Ever since their almost kiss got interrupted by Nina (who Kaz cursed in his head everytime he saw her), he couldn't get a grip on his emotions. On the outside he remained cold and serious, calm even, but on the inside Kaz was fuming with rage and an emotion he never thought he'd experience: desire.

The desire to kiss and kiss and kiss. At first, when Kaz thought of kissing Y/N, he got nauseaous about the idea of putting his lips against someone else's. But curiosity got the best of him, and one night he pressed a small kiss on her jaw. The action made the adrenaline rush through his veins. He realized he wanted more. That is why he tried to kiss her a few months ago, even though it ended with him shaking in the corner.

He had been craving her ever since. For the past almost three months, Kaz wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to do anything else. He wanted to finally kiss her, and after that, kiss her day and night, until their lips were sore. He never knew he was capable of feeling such strong emotions, and it made him crawl out of his skin.

Hearing Y/N laugh, hearing her voice, seeing her walk around on the ship meant no good for Kaz. He fought hard to hide even a glimpse of his thoughts, whenever Y/N put on one of his shirts. Of course the others didn't notice this because the shirts were usually hidden underneath her vest, but it was something that made Kaz's heart speed up just a little. He reminded himself that he had to be extra careful, now that there was a Heartrender on board. Ghezen forbid she began guessing about his relationship with Y/N.

And if all of these didn't make Kaz want to tore off his skin, than the smug look on Y/N's face certainly did. She didn't know the reason behind Kaz's frustrated behaviour at first, but when she did, she did everything to make it worse. With her actions she sent a message to Kaz, a bet. She wanted to see if he'd give up his composed facade before she did. Without words, he reassured her that he won't back down, no matter how hard she might try to break him.

The days ahead of them were going to be painfully long, since neither of them liked to lose. And the tension around them could burn down the entire ship, if they werent't careful.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction #six of crows #kaz brekker #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader

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actual-changeling · 4 months

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i'm good in a crisis.

not calm, but good. calm on the outside, maybe, my face set in stone, my body carved with jagged edges. don't touch me, it says. don't come near me. don't try to stop me.

i was raised on adrenaline and cortisol. i feel at home in fear, with teeth snapping close to my face, with shadows growing and reaching.

home means counting steps on the stairs, listening and knowing, means holding my breath, my tongue, means biting my lips until they bleed so i stay quiet.

good in a crisis—or maybe i simply never knew anything but.

my body disappeared more and more with every year, my mind shrouded in mist, in caressing darkness, until all that remained of me was my fear.

fear is home, fear is me, fear means i am still alive. if you have fear, you have something to lose. it means you haven't lost yet. it means there is purpose to this, somewhere. a meaning to the pain.

i'm good in a crisis.

there is always one, there is always something. my hands quiet, tremors settling as i become cold to the touch, eyes widened, nails digging into my palms. always something. no, always someone.

people scream, panic, hesitate, bargain, lose themselves in anger and denial.

let me tell you a secret: i pity them. no, that's not quite right. i am upset? no—scared. scared for them. i do not understand why they turn in circles, why they freeze and lose, why they stop running. they will catch up with you. the danger will not pass quicker if you put your head into the sand and pray.

trust me, i tried. no one will answer.

norepinephrine floods my body, i taste copper and salt, and i act. sometimes it means freezing. sometimes it means running (run run run and never stop, never look, keep running). sometimes it means gripping your fear and using it as a weapon. collateral damage is unavoidable, my kindness lost along the way; i'm almost sorry.

i'm good in a crisis because it makes me sharp, clears my mind.

danger is children surrounding me, cornering me, and i run and run and run, unable to escape because eventually recess will end. because eventually i will go home and flee to the one place no one can follow.

danger is familiar, cruel steps on the stairs, the creaking wood my only warning sign. it is the colour blue in the mirror, it's voices weaving nightmares, it's a fear of the light but not of the dark.

danger is my feet balancing on a cliff's edge with my eyes closed and nothing to lose.

feel the wind on your face. feel your heartbeat settle. nothing to win, nothing to lose. no one listening but you. there has never been anyone except you. the destruction of the self is only feared when you are still whole.

i'm good in a crisis. i'm always scared.

#alex writes #spilled ink #cw childhood trauma #tw sh implied #just to be safe

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novankenn · 2 months

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OMG!!! (V)

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A/N: Okay, okay... you were right. It ended up a series, and the last post wasn't the final post... I should have known better than thinking I could stop... ah well, let's see what happens... what do I come up with this time.

"ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?!?" Joan blurted out cutting Ren off from whatever he was going to say. "I was SO SACRED when I found you like that, AGAIN!"

"I'm sure they'll be fine Joan." Ren offered as he placed a comforting hand upon the bubbly blonde's shoulder. "I bet they're thirst, why don't you grab them something to drink. I'll watch over them while you're gone."

"Good idea." Joan turned to face Pyrrha and Nora, her deep blue eyes filled with concern for her friends and teammates. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Joan was gone a second later, leaving the two young women with the lone member of JNPR. Ren sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, fixing the pair a steady and stern look.

"Enough is enough." Ren started, his voice even and serious, "This is twice in under a day that you BOTH have scared Joan."

"But..."

"Nora, let me finish."

"Okay."

"I'm so..."

"None of that either Pyrrha. It's time you listen, and listen fully. Understand?" Ren waited until both nodded in agreement before continuing. "I know you're worried about Joan, and I know you both want to help... but you're not. You're causing her distress."

Ren raised a single finger stopping the pair of young women from saying anything.

"Nora, are you interested in Joan... as in more than a friend?"

"No... it's just shocking to see her like that." Nora admitted, "I really like her as a friend and want to do anything I can to help her."

"Okay. Now Pyrrha, before you deny anything... everyone aside from Joan knows."

"You all?"

"All. In fact I think the WHOLE school knows." Pyrrha's face flushed turning as red as her hair, "No it's time. Step up or step away. Joan doesn't deserve being pined after in secret."

"I know... it's just..."

"Enough of the defeatist attitude. Joan is a loving and caring person." Ren countered, "But she also lacks self-worth, which is why she's putting so much into the streaming..."

"YOU KNEW?!?"

"Of course. I helped her set it up." Ren informed the shocked pair. "But that is neither here nor there. What is important is Joan needs true validation that she matters. The streaming helps her, but..."

"If I stop being a coward..." Pyrrha pouted, her shoulders drooping in defeat.

"It would do more, and mean more." Ren sighed. "Joan will be back any minute. I've said my piece, it's now up-to you to act."

The trio waited in silence until Joan finally returned five minutes later with an arm load of various canned drinks.

"I didn't know what you might feel like having so I..."

"Joan..." Pyrrha spoke in a soft voice, a weak smile on her face as she climbed out of the bed she had been laying upon. "I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did... I'll do...."

"Joan, please close your eyes." Pyrrha asked as she covered the few feet between them. Joan looked rather concerned and confused by relented when she saw the warm look in Pyrrha emerald eyes.

"Pyr?" Joan's eyes snapped open at the touch of a pair of soft lips touching her own. "What?"

"I really like-like you Joan... I do... without question." Pyrrha smiled weakly as she started into Joan's deep blue eyes. "Are you okay with that? Can we try and be a couple?"

"I... I... would like that." Joan answered her cheeks growing red.

Off to the side, Ren and Nora smiled, as they watched the newly minted couple share a second longer but just as tender kiss.

#rwby #little nii - youtube #jaune arc/joan arc #fem!jaune #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #joan is an e-girl #Youtube #ai generated illustrations #genderbend #arkos

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ilovefanficbooks · 10 months

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Run In The Woods (Robin De Noir X Reader)

Summary: Y/n is Maria best friend and is staying with her with Maria uncle, but the De Noir thinks she is a Merrywether so Robin tries to kidnap her

Pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Robin De Noir and Y/N Y/L/N

Warning: nearly kidnapped, knife threat, swearing, pet names, kissing

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Y/N Pov

Moving with Maria was not on my to do list. Moving and dealing with my friends family was not on my to do list. So why am I even hear?

Well me and Maria have been close friends since we were a baby we basically grew up together. Maria was there when my parents died when I was twelve. And I was there when her parent's died.

But as Maria was the only closest thing I had to her as family she did not want to lose me, so here I am staying in the Moonacre mansion with my best friend.

To be honest I find this place a bit strange like there is something hidden in the walls for me to find. Or something that can pop out and kill the living life of me. Like for example a dog that can turn into a lion. How crazy is that!

"Hey Maria, I'm going to head down to the steam again" I told my friend walking into her room.

"Let me guess, to clear your head?" Maria asked raising a brow. She knows me too well. We are almost like sisters.

"You know me" I said chuckling.

"I'll be back soon. Promise" I told my dear friend while she said bye to me.

Ever since I got here I have a thing with nature. I love the green trees when the sun hits them. The soft grass when you walk with no shoes on to find the glass tinkle your feet. The sounds of birds when they fly about. The smell of fresh new flowers being grown and of course the sound of the steam that shimmers in the light and the feel of the cold water touch my hot hands.

That is what I love about nature. And I feel free when I walk in these woods not feeling any danger or lost.

I got to the steam and I sat down on a rock near the steam, I smile at my reflection and put my feet on the cold water. It feels good.

Even though back at London was boring and all this place is more quiet then London is and I wonder if something is wrong or it is just my brain talking.

I heard a branch snap behind me making me gasp as I turn my head I noticed a few boys maybe about my age in black reach me. I stand up to turn to them as they gather in a small group.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here boys" a boy with curly brunette hair that wears a hat, and brown eyes said with a cocky smirk on his face.

I then recognize him as the boy at Maria's dad's funeral and the bit trying to take Maria when we were in the carriage.

"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically with eye brows raised while I look at all seven boys.

I zoom out what he was saying while I just stare at this boy. He is hot for sure but he seems bad news and someone that gives me red flag straight away.

"Did you not hear me little dove" I zoom back in at the mention of he's voice.

"I'm sorry you were saying?" I asked sarcastically. I really don't want to put up with these boys.

"I said my fathers wants to see you. Your coming with us" he said as I just stare at him unamune at all. This dude I just meet wants me to meet he's father? Yeah good luck with that.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Cause it's sure not scary" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"Listen hear Princess" he said pointing a finger at me getting annoyed I can tell by he's face.

"We can do this that hard way or the easy way" he said while he brought out a pocket knife that suppose to scare me.

I swear today is going to be a real long day for me and Maria would come looking for me if I'm gone for too long.

"Wow scary!" I said sarcastically while acting as I'm scared then when back to normal while laughing myself while showing my white teeth.

"Grab her!" he said. This boy seems to be the leader of this group but these boys don't scare me. I have always stand up to myself over boys back in London. And when one boy tried to hurt Maria in he was dead in two seconds cause of me.

"I'm warning you. You're messing with the wrong girl" I pointed out which they all chuckle at me thinking it's funny.

They won't be laughing when I kick there ass to the ground.

"Oh shit" I curst to myself while closing my eyes for a second.

I open my eyes to see the first boy to grab my shoulder. I think fast and twist he's arm back hearing him yell out in pain and then I kick real hard making him fall to the ground.

I was kind of getting carried away that I did not notice I have a pair of eyes on me.

Once I finish kicking these boys asses I dust my hands and turn to where he was standing.

"Wow I'm impress" he said with raise brows. I rolled my eyes and start to walk away. But then he grab my arm and pined me to the tree.

I was shocked on what he did. But what do I feel like I wanted that to happen by him.

"Did you think I would let you go Princess?" he asked looking at me as I look back at him. He is quiet hot for he's age.

"I told you once and I'll say it again you're messing with the wrong girl" I said glaring at him.

But he just gave me a cocky smirk my way. He thinks is funny say that when your be crying in the floor in a minute.

"You got fire. I like fire" he said giving me a smirk. There it!

I then punch this guy straight in the face as he groan at my punch and I then kick him where it hurts the most. He then fell to the floor hands over where I kick him as he's hat feel off he's head.

"You should of listen to me but you didn't" I said.

I then took of in a run going to head back to Moonacre but before that I took that cute guy hat.

And I bet when I tell Maria what happened she would be proud of me. I just hope I don't see him again.

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It's now night I'm just about to go to bed any minute. But right now I can't seem to get that boy out of my head. And I wonder what he would want with me.

I then sigh as I walk inside my room where I was standing where my balcony was. I blow out the candle in the room and got in bed.

But I seem to can't fall asleep. I normally can fall asleep straight away. So why can't I?

I then heard the sound of my balcony door being open. I sat still trying to make a sound.

I heard the sound of someone looking through my things. I sit up to see he's back towards me. I look to see if I can defend myself with anything and I found a book. I grab it and got up quietly I then made my way over to this guy and then I hit him multiple times with the book in my hand.

"Ow! Ow! Ow, okay stop it! Stop it!" he said. It was the bit from earlier. What the hell is he doing here? Here for a round two?

"You" I said glaring at him who just grin.

"Me again" he said. Oh yes got some nerve showing up here.

"Do you really want to die here?" I asked shuffing my book in he's chest.

"Look I only came here because you stool my hat. I'll just take it and leave it Merryweather?" he asked. Wait he thinks I'm a Merryweather?

"Wait what did you called me?" I asked with a confuse look on my face.

"Merryweather. That's your name right?" he asked stepping forward in front of me. He is taller than for sure so I have to look up at him.

"No you dipshit I'm not a Merryweather. I'm a friend of the Merryweathers" I said while he looked at me confuse.

"So why are you here then?" he asked with raise brows.

"Look Maria and I need up together we are like sisters and when my parents did her father took me in and now I'm here" I explained quickly to him as he looked at me then start walking around my room.

"Huh so you really not a Merryweather princess?" he asked. Here we go with those name calling.

"Yes and can you stop calling me that!" I said kind of getting annoyed by him now.

"Calling what?" he asked. Oh he knows exactly what.

"Oh my god. Stop calling me Princess or little dove or what ever name you call me" I said throwing my arms in the air.

"Okay what's your name?" he asked sitting down in my chair.

He can not be serious right now.

"Are you serious? You tried to kidnap me a few hours ago and now you want to know my name after you threatened me with your knife!?" I said that in one breath.

Ge then put a hand on he's chest and fasp dramatically.

"I'm offended by your words" he said. I rolled my eyes yet again.

"It's Y/N" I said after I sigh.

"What?" he asked looking at me.

"My name. It's Y/N" I said with a slight smile.

"Y/N" he reaped with a smile on he's face and not a grin or that cocky smirk.

"I'm Robin," he said as I walk over to my trunk to get he's hat out.

He's name sounds like it has fallen from the sky but I seem to can't help and smile at the mention of he's name.

As I turned around to face Robin with he's hat in my hand. Robin was behind me and up close. I gasp at the space between us. I don't why I have this affection with this boy.

Robin look in my eyes while he were he's lips my eyes can not tear say from those brown chocolate eyes. Robin then put a hand on my cheek while I step closer to him. For some reason I'm listening to my heart and not my head.

I then lean into Robin and plant my lips on he's soft lips. Robin kissed me back but he seems to know more about this then I do. I have never done this before but Robin knows what he is doing.

Soon it felt like hours we're been kissing and we pulled away. I lean into he's chest while we catch our breathe for air.

"That was any kiss I ever had before " Robin said making me laugh. We then pulled away but are eyes never leave each other.

"Now as much as I love to stay but I must leave before my father realized I'm here" Robin said as I walked him to my balcony.

"I will see you again will I Robin" I asked him as he was about to jump down.

"Of course you will. I'll find you in the woods Princess" Robin said.

I laugh at the name he called me.

And before he jump I gave him one last kiss on the lips before I when the sleep. Thinking and dreaming if Robin.

He maybe a cocky boy but he is my midnight prince and I'm he's sunshine princess.

#y/n story #fem y/n #the secret of moonacre #robin de noir #robin de noir x reader #robin de noir x y/n #maria merryweather #Robin De Noir imagine #The secret of moonacre Robin De Noir

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leggerefiore · 8 months

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A silly idea I wanted to share with you:

Yandere!Larry doing really petty and passive aggressive things to try and keep you, but he immediately gives up when you put up any resistance.

Taking your car keys or phone to stop you from communicating with the outside world, only to bluntly hand them over when you find out he took them. Locking the door whenever you’re in a room together, but making no effort to stop you when you unlock it and leave. Scaring away friends and suitors but apologizing to them the second you give him the side-eye.

Honestly it’s not even yandere at that point, just possessiveness. Lightly bonk him with a rolled up newspaper when he starts acting up, and you’ll be fine.

it is funny though. inspired me to write a bit of them out.

cw: possessive behaviour, essentially yandere,

pairing: Larry x Reader

You glared at Larry as you blocked the door to leave your shared apartment. He was already dressed for the day, suit done up properly and briefcase in hand. His eyes were tired as he gazed you over. Everything seemed normal this morning. A lazy breakfast and quick goodbye, until you tried to find your phone.

It should have been on the night stand.

It was not.

You had your suspicions about Larry's recent behaviour. He had been acting oddly. Well, odd as a man like him could act. Selling himself as an exceptional everyman with an unfortunate talent for battling, that seemed to be snuffed flame. Meeting you and starting a relationship, he had been quite insistent on marriage out of the blue. You might have assumed he had wanted it for some kind of tax break, but he just seemed too pushy about it.

“Larry, give me my phone,” you crossed your arms across your chest, “I don't know what this is, but I know you have it.” You watched his bored expression shift slightly. His nose scrunched up, and his eyes became harsh. Larry placed his briefcase on the table and popped it open. Inside laid your phone. You wanted to snap at him.

“Here,” he held it out to you. You took it. With that, you moved out of his way and let him leave the apartment. What had got into him? He had never seemed like the type to indulge in these kinds of behaviours. Shaking your head, you unlocked your phone.

You needed to get out of here for a while before you went insane.

Finding out he took your keys, too, led you to his office. You failed to consider the fact he had a private office. A plan to raise enough of a scene to embarrass him as dead on impact when the secretary pointed you out to his office. Opening the door, you saw him busily working on his computer, eyes bored but fingers quick. He barely gave a glance to you.

He knew why you were here.

“Larry,” you near hissed when you placed your hand on his desk, “Why?” A sigh came from him as the endless clacking of keys came to a halt. He stood up from hid desk abruptly. Easily, Larry strode to the door and locked it. You swallowed. What the hell was up with him? You rubbed your temples. “My keys, Larry, why did you take them?”

He was silent as he moved back to his desk and opened a drawer. A clanging sound echoed in the eerily silent office as he tossed them to you. You caught them and stared at him carefully. His chair squeaked as he sat in it. Soon, the clacking sound of keys consumed the open air again, and his eyes were glued to his screen. You left with no resistance or even a word from Larry.

Confusion wrecked your mind.

“... So this is where you were,” Larry's voice was unmistakable as you stiffened in your chair.

You spent the day out of the apartment and decided to head out for a drink when the sun had begun to drift into Medali's surrounding distant hills. It had been pleasant, honestly. You ordered something plain at the bar and hung around vacantly as you stared at your phone. Your feelings were complex from Larry's strange actions. Closing your eyes, you tried to contemplate just why he would do anything he did. Was it a joke? He was too deadpan to tell.

You let out another sigh as a stranger took a seat beside you. A side glance told you his bland features, putting even your boyfriend to shame. He tilted his head. “Are you alright? You seem down,” the guy questioned you curiously. It was probably a bad idea to indulge him, but you really needed to bounce your ideas off someone.

“I'm… I'm not sure how I feel about my relationship right now,” you mumbled out and ran your finger around the rim of the glass your drink was in, “He's acting strangely, and I'm upset but don't know how to bring it up.” How could you? Larry, why did you take my phone? Oh, just because. The discussion would likely bring out information you really did not want to hear.

“That so? Want to just get away from him?” The guy tried an attempt at flirting, but before you could get out a response, a familiar voice came out from beside you.

Larry had taken a seat beside you, having blended in as a businessman who just got out of the office and failing to catch the attention of your conversation partner. You craned your neck to see him. His eyes were harsh as he gazed at the poor guy. He tensed nervously and politely gave a goodbye before rushing off to another part of the bar.

“You weren't at home,” Larry commented, “I knew you were upset, but I didn't think you wouldn't be at home.”

“You took my phone and keys,” you turned to him harshly. He nodded silently. The thought obviously did not bother him as much as it did you.

“I love you,” he said plainly, “I want to get married.”

You froze. What was wrong with him? His eyes seemed empty. You took a breath.

“I'm… going to stay at a friend's tonight. We can talk more later. I'm not in the mood right now,” you tried to stand, but his hand caught yours before you went. He held no intimidation. He was not a powerful man, not physically or in status. You still felt afraid.

“Alright,” he nodded, “Let's meet up during my lunch break tomorrow.”

You swallowed. The tightness of his hand was a solid thing.

“Okay.”

You parted from him.

#larry x reader #yandere larry x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere pokemon larry x reader #yandere x reader #pokemon x reader #yandere #yanstuff

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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1. Congrats on the 500 followers!! <3 :D <3

2. Remember your tmnt angst prompts? Well, I took one of them and decided you deserved a story for once. ^w^ (I haven't written oneshots before, so I hope it's okay xD) -Navi <3

Don’t touch me!

Rise!DonniexgnReader, hurt/comfort, angst, ooc(?), fluff!

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you, Y/n.” Leo warned you, grabbing your arm, stopping you from entering the purple masked turtle’s lab.

You looked back at Leo. Mikey had called you, letting you know they had all returned safely (for the most part) from their latest mission.

But Donnie had been hurt rather seriously. After Leo had patched him up, he had locked himself in his lab, refusing to let anyone in.

“But I have to see him!” you said, your voice trembling with worry.

Leo knew you wouldn’t back down. All the brothers knew how much the two of you were in love. But he also knew what his twin could be like in a vulnerable state.

“Okay…” he said hesitantly, letting go of your arm.

You walked up to the door of Donatello’s lab and knocked. There was no response. You tried again. Nothing…

Luckily, you knew the code to open the door, so you still managed to enter.

It was dark in there. The only lights on, were from the screens of the computer monitors. You could barely make out the figure sitting by the working table, but you knew it was Donnie.

“Donnie?” you called softly.

“Please leave, Y/n…”

You did the opposite, you moved closer.

“Mikey called. I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I want to be left alone.”

You kneeled by his chair, looking up at him. From the faint light of the screens, you could see his right shoulder was completely wrapped in bandages.

“Won’t you at least look at me?”

Slowly, he turned his head, facing you. You couldn’t quite read his face though.

You reached up a hand, wanting to caress his cheek, but swiftly, his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t touch me!”

Your eyes widened, startled. He had never raised his voice at you like this before.

His eyes were cold and his grip on your wrist was tight.

What were you suppose to do in this kind of situation?

He blinked a few times, then let go of you, turning his head away.

“Just leave.” he hissed.

You got up on your feet, rubbing your wrist. You quickly made your way out of the lab.

A few days passed before you returned to the lair to visit the turtles.

When you did, you wanted to act as if nothing had happened. You knew Donnie hadn’t meant to snap at you. He had apologised sincerely, explaining that the mission had been rough on him, that was why he had acted so unreasonable.

You forgave him, but he noticed you started to distance yourself from him.

You didn’t initiate the usual contact with him. You didn’t try and hold his hand or lean your head against his shoulder while watching movies.

One day, while the two of you were hanging out in his lab, he decided to confront you about it.

“Y/n,” he said, putting away his work and walking up to you. You were currently absorbed in a good book.

“Hmm?” you answered, not looking up from your book.

“Y/n, I need to ask you…” he said, placing a hand on one of yours.

This made you jump, dropping the book onto the floor.

The purple clad turtle noticed something fearful in your expression, even though it was just for a second.

You looked up at him, then giggled nervously, “Haha, clumsy me…”

Donnie frowned, now holding your hand with both of his.

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. You’ve been acting different lately.”

You looked down at his hands holding yours, not even noticing you were tearing up.

“It… it’s nothing…”

“Y/n, you’re crying. You’re trembling at my touch. Why?”

You looked down at your lap, not being able to stop your tears.

"Don't touch me," you whispered, making Donnie pull away in surprise. This wasn't like you...

"That's what you said," you then explained. Donnie held his breath for a moment. Now he understood.

“You… you scared me.” You then admitted, “back when you were hurt…you grabbed my wrist and told me not to touch you… I-I’ve never seen you like that before…”

Donnie felt his heart drop. He had forgotten exactly how harshly he had reacted when you had reached for him back then. But he had already apologised, right?

“I’m sorry Y/n. I already said I was, didn’t I?”

“I know, I know,” you said, “and I know you didn’t mean to snap at me… but it made me afraid to touch you,”

The turtle sighed, gabbing your hand again and gently pulled you up from your seat. He felt your hand tremble in his. He had grown used to your touch, even if he usually wasn’t the biggest fan of physical contact, most of the time. It hurt to know he had frightened you to distance yourself from him.

“My dear Y/n,” his voice was gentle, “I’ll show you right here, right now, that there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

He pulled you in for a gentle and warm embrace. You stiffened a bit at first. You couldn’t remember Donnie ever initiating a hug, it was usually always you who reached out to him.

You carefully leaned your head against his shoulder, relaxing more now in his arms, feeling his hand rub your back in small circles.

After a little while, he pulled away a little, placing a hand under your chin, looking into your eyes. He wasn't going to let you doubt his love for you again. He lead your lips up to meet his in a soft kiss.

Your fears were swept away completely.

NAVI 🤭 this was absolutely wonderful!!! I can’t believe it, thank you so much for taking the time to do one of my angst prompts!!! <33333333

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