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[kushnovice]

"I LOVE YOU."

synopsis: in which kenma quietly realizes he's completely, utterly in love with you.

notes: it's like THE MOMENT he realizes yk. AHH i love this trope. @suniix my fellow kenma lover <3

you’re sitting on the floor, legs tucked beneath you, bent over his switch case like you’re disarming a bomb. you’re not, but you might as well be. you were focusing on organizing his many games, something he never asked you to do but clearly needed. there’s a small crease between your eyebrows and your tongue is poking out slightly in concentration. you're humming something that sounds like a mashup between 'kiss me,' 'uptown girl,' and the animal crossing theme song. he can’t tell if it's a song he's simply never heard of, or if he's actually correct. he thinks he is.

kenma’s on the couch, curled into himself on one end, a blanket you got for him draped across his lap and a drink in his hands that you made exactly the way he likes it. it's ice cold and disgustingly sweet. he hadn’t even asked. you just knew.

kenma realizes that you know quite a lot about him. you know of his drink preferences and his chronic coldness. he knows that you've noticed how when he lies, his eyes get shifty or he'll start fidgeting. you know he can't open packaging on snacks for the life of him and automatically hand him a knife, because you can't either. you know how bad he is at asking for affection, so you curl your fingers into his scalp at the first sign that he wants it.

they're random and unimportant details, but undeniably and utterly him. and you see all of it. he thinks it's nice.

the room is softly lit, a couple lamps illuminated the space. no overhead lights. he doesn't like how fluorescent they are, and they can sometimes overstimulate him. of course, he's never mentioned this, but you figured it out on your own. the curtains are half-drawn, and the tv’s still on the menu screen of the game you were supposed to start an hour ago, forgotten in the warmth of just simply existing next to each other.

he doesn't really know why, but he has now put down his game in favor of watching you. really watching you.

not because you’re doing anything extraordinary. you're just… being. sitting in his hoodie, sleeves slightly rolled, hair thrown lazily into something of a bun. fixing something for him that he didn’t even realize was broken. and smiling, every now and then, to yourself. like it’s enough just to be here.

and that’s when it hits him.

he doesn’t feel his chest tighten like the air has been sucked out of him, or his stomach flutter with the intensity of a thousand butterflies. it’s not cinematic or dramatic like those shojo animes you like to watch where the music kicks up and the camera circles around them in riveting and exciting motions. it’s quiet. like a single domino tipping in slow motion, or a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.

“oh.”

he says it out loud, though barely audible, like a secret meant for no one but himself. it sounds stupid as soon as it leaves his mouth, so he coughs, trying to cover it up, hoping you didn’t hear.

you glance up.

“hm?”

he shakes his head a little too fast. “nothing. just… forgot something.”

you blink, noticing the way his eyes shift, but then go back to your organizing, humming that random tune again.

he watches you for another beat, then looks down at the drink you made for him. he sips it slowly, even though it’s cooled down a little. still sweet. still perfect. still him. still you.

and in the back of his mind, something settles. quiet. simple.

"i love you."

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[kushnovice]

no i will not make separate blogs for my fandoms, everyone who follows me must experience ALL my insanity

[kushnovice]

Counting On You

This does not follow the storyline of TWD. Let's just pretend Rick still wears the cowboy hat for the sake of the story. I hope this fandom isn't dead yet

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Walkers, Death, Season 3-6 (idk) spoilers, incorrect plot, short reader, not edited, cowboy hat, public kiss, self indulgent, kinda cheesy but oh well

Rick sighs deeply, his brunette hair stained red with blood that covers his being. After hours of fighting to protect Alexandria, to clear the herd of zombies, they were finally free. The blood soaks his body and leaves his clothes sticking to him, his rippling muscles defined as the shirt clings to his body.

Alexandria had lost everything. The walls that once protected them had fallen down, allowing many lives to be claimed. Now, with all of the walkers bodies on the floor—everyone in the community turned to Rick. All eyes glued towards their new leader, hanging onto every pant of his breath as he calms from the fight. He places his gun into its holster as the muscles in his arm protrude.

He turns his head to you, taking a few steps towards you until you can smell the mix of blood and his husk that surrounds him. His sparkling blue eyes locked down on your eyes as he speaks up, his rough voice sounding through everyone's ears, "Deanna didn't make it. I—" He shifts forwards on his feet, closing the small gap between you both as he sucks in a deep breath, his abs involuntarily flexing as he does so.

"I need ya'." Rick's voice is more gentle as he speaks, his eyes never leaving yours, "I need ya' help. I can't lead on my own, not with a teenage son, not with this many people relying on me, and most definitely without you." His voice lowering until he's soft spoken, almost the same way he speaks to Judith.

You simply smirk up at him. Using your arms to cross them over your chest as you stare up at him while biting the side of your lip gently with your teeth. "Ya' think ya' can handle me?" You huff out as you keep your eyes locked up on his. "I'll tell ya' when ya' wrong. Put ya' in ya' place. I won't take ya' shit." You tilt your head slightly to the side as you gently bite on your lip.

Finally, breaking eye contact, Rick's eyes glance down to your lips before they lock themselves onto your eyes. His serious expression melting into a sly smirk with his eyes softening on you. He closes the remaining space by sliding a hand around your waist and pulling you closer. "I count on it darlin'" He breathes into your skin as he reaches down to capture your lips into a kiss. You can't help but slide your hand up his chest, up the back of his neck and grab the cowboy hat the rests on his head. Lifting it and placing it on top of your head with a confident smirk as you look up at him.

"Yer' gonna be in trouble acting like that, darlin'." Rick forces out with a grin on his face. While things weren't perfect, at least he still had the few people that mattered to him. And somehow, you wiggled yourself in there.

[kushnovice]

What is with the constant fetishisation of r@pe and SA on this app and in fan fiction?? I get people have their kinks n shit but r@pe??? Really???

Not only that but the amount of p€doph!lia and ince$t is insane😟

I try not to be judgemental but I don’t get why you would want to read about yourself or someone else being SA how does that not make you uncomfortable and normalising shit like that is so not okay. It is not romance. It is not dark romance. It’s abuse and it’s gross.

I get that people are into different things and that you can’t control what you like most of the time but the normalisation of this stuff is crazy and so damaging especially to minors and victims.

I can kinda get CNC like atleast there’s consent in that but straight up violent r@pe fiction is weird and scary.

Anyway thanks for reading my lil rant!! love you all, stay happy and safe MWAH 💋

[kushnovice]

hot girl shit (reading fanfiction on a friday night instead of going out)

[kushnovice]

Be Mine Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ex! reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bucky have been broken up for a short time, fighting often and rarely seeing eye to eye. Bucky starts to fall into a bad mental space while a mission goes wrong.

wc: 2.8k

Warnings: fighting of all kinds, bucky being depressed and cold, angsty at the beginning, blood, choking, Zola being sadistic, not the best. if i made any mistakes please lmk :)

AN: Female reader, angst with little comfort (yet), lots of mistakes, self indulgent, it sucks but i had fun making it so i hope some people enjoy it. Part 2

"I broke my rules for you! I bended my morals for you, again! I had to change everything I believe in, yet again!" She yelled out at the tall and broad man in front of her as his hand tightened against his glass of ice water, jaw clenching.

The kitchen of the Avengers Tower was very cold and filled with tense air, thick enough to cut with a knife. Bucky deeply groaned as he placed his glass onto the table with a loud thud, "I never asked you to do that. I never asked you to care about me, you did that all yourself." Bucky's hand ran up into his hair showing how stressed out he is at the moment, he had never been one to enjoy fighting, actually he hated it. Almost as much as he hated her."Don't you care about me? About us?" She questioned with a huff as her arms swung to her hips. "Truth is," Bucky stood up, slowly walking toward her with each word, "I'm tired. So fucking tired of you that you always have been nothing more than an obligation." Bucky's lip raised in a scowl. The hurt was written on her face but immediately gone as she grumbled and pushed Bucky back by the chest. "I'm done helping you." She sucked in a breath, "Did it ever occur to you that your hurting me or are you just that selfish and arrogant?"

Before she could react, his glass that was once on the table was now shattering against the wall on the far side of the room as he stormed off quickly, slamming the door shut in the process. Bucky made his way through the winding hallways with his fists clenched tightly to the point his knuckles were white. He couldn't stand when she would act like this, after everything they had been through together, she had promised she would stay no matter what. She was always just like the others, except Bucky couldn't get her out of his mind.

Bucky swings open Steve's door and slams it behind him as he paces back and forth through Steve's room. Steve sighed as he placed his book to the side on his bed and looked at Bucky. "What happened this time?" Bucky groaned deeply, "I told her about the mission we are going on later this week and she flipped out on me." He grabbed a workout dumbbell off the ground and started to work out his human arm by doing bicep curls. "She keeps telling me that she can't deal with me trying to track down and kill every single person that was ever or is currently apart of Hydra, that this mission we are going on is a trap." His breath becomes uneven as says breathy words under his tongue as his annoyed attitude has not faltered in the slightest. Steve rolled his eyes at the drama going on between the not so couple right now. "You do realize that she's scared of losing you, especially more since she's already lost you as a partner." Steve sighed deeply, being the person that both of them had come to confide in about their problems. "And with the Hydra thing, it's tricky because I know you want to move past it, and it was such a hard time of your life but there are better ways to grow past it, Buck." Steve talked softly as his kind blue eyes pierced through Bucky, hoping he would accept his words of advice but seeing how Bucky was instantly throwing the weight around as if it weighed nothing due to his anger, Steve knew Bucky wasn't truly hearing him.

Bucky dropped the weight at Steve's words, "Better ways, huh. there're better ways for everything but does that mean it's always achievable? No." Bucky looked at Steve almost desperately, "I don't want to lose her but if I don't do this, I feel like I might lose myself." Bucky sighed as he looked at the weight on the ground before picking it back up again. "What's rule number 3, Buck?" Steve asks knowing how Bucky's rage and trauma is having a profound impact on his own mental health. "What would they think about you after you murder them all?" Steve questions, knowing that if Bucky were to kill them then people would believe that Bucky was the Winter Solider still, or just a cold killer."Who cares, they took everything from me. They took me away from myself." Bucky stormed out of Steve's room in frustration and made his way to his room with loud footsteps as he carried his empty duffle bag.

Bucky's mind was whirling with angry thoughts about how no one understands him and the one person that did, was no longer a happy part of his life. He angrily shoves his clothes and weapons as well as his dog tags and anything else he would need into his duffle bag. Bucky fit everything he needed perfectly into his duffle bag and sat it by the door before he slouched down onto his bed. He rubbed his temple as he exhaled a deep sigh, wishing he could understand life like he did back in the 40's.

"If you feel it so necessary to risk your life so that you can battle an internal fight, then I'm coming too." She swung the door open as she placed down her duffle bag with confidence and stubbornness. Bucky groaned and ran his hands through his hair again, stressed out, knowing that she won't back down. "If you keep doing that, you'll go bald before you're ancient." She giggled snarky as Bucky narrowed his eyes at her seriously. "If you're coming, you're staying in the plane. Eyes in the sky." She rolled her eyes but stayed silent knowing that putting up another fight was worthless.

They made their way to the airplane with slow steps as the tension around them stayed present even in the silence as they walked feet from each other. Bucky's eyes were unable to focus on anything other than her, her hair, her body, her clothes, the way she held herself. He knew he shouldn't think about her like this after their no so soft break up but he couldn't help himself. He was snapped out of it when Steve talked to him on the plane, "Buck, why is she joining us?" He asked as he looked at her getting comfortable in a seat on the plane as if it was her mission to be on. Bucky sighed, "I didn't want to fight her anymore. She will stay on the plane the whole time." Steve nodded in understanding, "We got this." Bucky chuckled, "As long as you don't blow the whole thing trying to 'save the world'" Steve chuckled along with him. The plane ride was silent as they quickly made it to the main hydra headquarters with Steve occasionally talking about the mission and the plan.

When they arrive at the place, Steve and Bucky easily jump out of the plane, landing exactly where they needed too to be at the top of the Hydra roof. She got comfortable on the plane with the coms on, cameras on, and trackers on but she couldn't settle the anxiety creeping up her spine. She tried to push it down as she figured that since she was watching and listening to them and that nothing would go wrong. That's what she had wished for, but not all dreams come true.

After the two men had entered the building, an alarm went off causing the rooms to blare nosies and lights to shine red and white in an emergency. They quickly move to the wall, Bucky had his gun up as his eyes glared through the top of the barrel with intense focus as he lead them through the hallway while Steve had his shield up as well as his arm to help brace himself for any situation that could happen. The lights continued to strobe with the blaring alarm as they swiftly and quietly made their way through the headquarters. As Bucky rounded a corner, there was a Hydra solider waiting for them. He fired his gun quickly multiple times causing bullets to go into his shoulder, his arm, and his stomach. Steve quickly threw his shield at the Hydra solider causing him to go unconscious and drop to the floor with a thud. "Buck?" Steve turnt around quickly as he grabbed Bucky's shoulders to help him stay up as he is loosing a lot of blood.

"What's going on?" She asked through the coms as the anxiety in her stomach started to bubble up yet again. "Why aren't you guys moving?" She impatiently waited for an answer as she tapped her fingertips against the desk, staring at the screen of their tracker and trying to find them on the camera system. "Everything's fine," Bucky growls out in a snap. Over the coms she can hear Steve groan, "Bucky got hit, three times." he explains to her and while his words are processing, her heart beat increases dramatically. "I'm fine." Bucky growled out as he continued to make his way down the hallway with Steve closely behind him. She watches as the dots move slowly down the hallway on the tracker, Her anxiety roaring.

Suddenly the screen starts to glitch out, becoming unreadable entirely. She began to panic internally as she starts to talk on the coms, "what's goin' on?" She asks to no response but loud sounds like a frequency is blocking communication. She groans deeply as her anxiety is coming up through her stomach and settling at her chest as she makes her way up and slings a gun around her torso to make her way out of the plane which is now landed at the waiting point. She runs through the clearing and gets to the door, trying to open it to no avail, she uses her body weight next to slam against the door, again to no avail. Sounds of yelling and screaming stop her in her tracks as the anxiety now feels like an elephant sitting on her chest. Looking around, she spot a window and she uses the back gun barrel to break the glass, making sure it's safe before she climbs inside. When she gets inside it is dark and eerily quiet, she cautiously take slow and soft steps and she keeps her gun up on guard as she search's for Steve and Bucky. She shoves open a door which reveals a pitch dark room, She is hesitant to go in until She hears Bucky whimpering in the darkness. She quickly makes her way inside, "Buck?" She whispered as the door shuts behind her, she hears the door click causing her to turn back to the door to see someone outside the door flick the lights on to reveal Bucky on the ground bleeding out from multiple injuries, she ran up to him immediately.

"Oh Buck..." She sighed deeply and she glare up at the person behind the door. The mysterious person presses a button with a smirk before they turn and makes their way out of eyesight from her. She hears a hissing sound causing her to look up to see a gas coming out of a huge vent in the room, the barley visible smoke filling the floor as it causes Bucky to cough an incredible amount and making his injuries worse. The smoke filled the room and eventually her lungs as she can feel the smoke burning her airway. She coughs violently in sync with Bucky, trying to stay conscious and aware but it becomes more challenging as the world starts spinning and her eyes get heavier. Bucky suddenly stops coughing causing her to know that he fell victim to the gas, she tried to fight it as long as possible as she held herself up against a table but still inevitably fail as she fell to the ground with a loud thud as she went unconscious.

When she woke up, everything was groggy and the room is spinning and her chest feels heavy with more than just anxiety. She groaned out in pain when she turn to look around to see her hands and legs tied up to the arms and legs of a chair while she was also tied around the torso. Turning her head, she saw Bucky sitting there tied up the same as her, him still unconscious though. "Bucky!" She whisper shouted trying to get him awake, whispering his name loudly multiple times in hopes of him waking up. "Bu-" She gets interrupted by the sound of a door opening causing her to fall silent as she watches the darkness to see someone emerge from it. "Well, Well, Well. Look what we have here. The world's most dangerous assassin..." The person walks towards us to reveal its Zola dressed in his white coat. "And his little toy." Zola smirks at us. "What do you want with us? Bucky isn't under your control anymore." She speaks deeply and firmly even through the anxiety and fear that is ever so present. Zola chuckles at her question as he leans down and grabs Bucky's unconscious face, holding his face up by the chin, his fingernails digging into Bucky's cheek, leaving red to glow off of Bucky's face. "I want him." Zola lets Bucky's face go with no regard for him. His head falls back down as Zola shifts his attention back to her. "I can't have him with you around. With you here. He has something to fight for." Zola leaned in close enough to her face that she could smell him the smell of rubber and overpriced Calonge on his body, he smelt like fake money. "I'm going to make him lose everything. Anything he loved or ever will love in the future, I will destroy."

Zola pushed some of the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, "And that starts with you, Darling." Zola had a maniacal smile on, his twisted face that contorted the anxiety in her stomach from anxiety into fear and anger. Her anxiety and fear had instantly turned into rage as Zola kept speaking, her jaw clenching and veins popping out of her neck and forehead. "I'll kill you." Her voice growls deeply with hatred as she struggled against the restraints roughly with harsh movements. Zola couldn't help the chuckle that escapes his lip. "Or you'll die trying, sweetheart." He exclaimed with a smirk on his face, "You'll be fun to play with." Zola runs his fingers softly down her face as she holds a scowl and her eyes bore into him with rage.

A soft voice croaks out, "Don't touch her..." Bucky's horse and rough voice speaks out as he raises his head to assess the situation as the gas wears off. Zola smirked as he trailed his fingers down her face and down her jawline and to her throat where he roughly grabs it with a tight grasp causing her to gasp out at a loss for air. "You take orders, Soldat. You don't give them." Zola says as his dark eyes meet Bucky's whose eyes are dark and cold, his glare unwavering as his jaw clenched. Bucky thrashes around in the restraints, easily breaking out as he saw you under Zola hold, anger filling his body with red heat as he stands up in front of Zola, dark eyes that would send shivers down the body of a normal person. "Let. Her. Go." Bucky's rough voices speaks out firmly as he towers over Zola, he smirks as he lets go of her but reaches into his pocket and injects Bucky with a syringe causing Bucky to be disoriented and out of it as he stumbles backwards. "Stay away from her!" He yells in frustration as he tries to move close to her despite the drugs and ultimately failing.

"Bucky! Stop trying to save me. They want you." She speaks out firmly through her coughs and deep breaths. Bucky growled at her statement, "I will never stop fighting for you, defending you, protecting you. Over my dead body will I let you get hurt." Bucky's deep voiced traveled through the room as it sent shivers down her body. Zola moved to Bucky, grabbing him by the back of the neck like a kitten and forces him down to the ground as he digs Bucky's head into the ground before quickly chaining him up, Bucky being easier to restrain with the drugs in his system. Zola squatted down to make eye contact with Bucky, his eyes digging into Bucky's with determination. "I will destroy you. You'll be mine again."

(Part 2)

[kushnovice]

Be Mine Again (2)

Part one Masterlist

Paring: Bucky Barnes x ex! reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bucky cant get along after years of issues. The issue now? They are both trapped by Zola, his one intention being to break Bucky. (Can be read as a stand alone) hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

Warnings: TORTURE!!, cursing, blood, Bucky being kinda angsty, zola being sadistic, choking, bruises, restrains, needles, syringes, being drugged, abuse, being forced to watch torture, razors, scalpel, being impaled, idk yall i went crazy. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

AN: female reader, i don't think i used (y/n), I PUT ALL THE COMFORT IN THIS PART!!, i hope this one turnt out better than part one. requests are open!!

Time was lost, masqueraded by the dark grey walls. Coldness radiated off of the confining walls which held no windows. The only light was a light bulb dangling by wires from the ceiling leaving the room surrounding them dark. There was a faint light peaking from the door's cracks on the far side of the room, the only sign of direction. The darkness close, trickling down their backs leaving permanent shivers. When she awoke, she groggily blinked her eyes open to meet the sight in front of her. Her heart clenched when she saw Bucky with one arm chained above his head, the chain being attached to the ceiling on some pulley machine. His metal arm was missing, leaving his left side empty as he dangled to the left limply, his head laying slack down and against his side, having not awoken yet. Surveying him up and down, she can see that his ankles are chained together as well, she went to reach out to him but was immediately stopped as something restrained her. She attempted to look down but was restricted as she felt a cool metal against her chin and throat. She glances down with her eyes, seeing herself roped to a wooden chair causing her to squirm and attempt to free herself, leaving her wrists and throat red and raw.

Bucky eventually flutters his eyes awake as his head rises to look around, his eyes scanning the room before stopping and narrowing on her. "Where the hell are we?" He questioned looking her up and down, tied up in the chair noting how she was completely restricted. She sighs deeply, her chest deflating as she speaks, "I have no idea…" Is all she can mutter before the lights flicker on, flash-banging them involuntarily as they screw their eyes shut. Tears brimming at her eyes before her eyes flutter open to see Bucky staring at Zola who had just entered the room with a thunk of the door. Zola is wearing a white lab coat and a prideful smirk. "You are at my laboratory." Zola's deep voice rings out, in his hands, is a tray of medical tools, and placing it on the table in front of them before he moves to another side of the room and grabs gloves, which he puts on as he moves back towards us. "What do you want?" She questions with narrowed eyebrows at Zola causing him to grin as he grabs a scalpel, examining it in his grasp as he responds, "The winter soldier." Zola responds as he shifts his gaze to make eye contact with her, stalking towards her with predatory eyes causing her to shift uncomfortably in the wooden chair she was restrained to. "The soldier won't come out if he has something to fight for." Zola is now next to her with the scalpel in his hand being pressed up against her cheek, little beads of blood building up over the scalpel before dripping down her cheek as he glides it down. She involuntarily lets out a hiss of pain and tries to move her head away only to be held in place by the restraint. The sound of chains roughly clashes against each other and the concrete walls force Zola to jerk his head to Bucky. Bucky's jaw is clenched and his hand is in a fist as he dangles from the metal cuff. He struggles and fights against the chains causing Zola to laugh sadistically.

Zola moves the scalpel to the top of her neck which is not covered by the restrains and starts to cut down her chest, splitting the fabric on its way as he glides it down her chest, leaving a trail of red flowing down. He brings the scalpel down her chest, before reaching her bra, Bucky yells out, "Please, please." Bucky starts to beg as he lets his head fall down limply, his eyes screwing shut at the sight in front of him. "You can have it, you can have me… I'll bring him back… just let her go." He mutters defeated as he lets his head lay there limply until a cackle causes his head to snap up at Zola. "Oh, Soldat. It isn't that simple, you're not cold-blooded anymore…" Zola looked him up and down, "But you will be soon." Zola promises Buck with a wide grin. Bucky lets his head fall back down, not wanting to see the kind of torture she will suffer…because of him.

Zola continues to drag the scalpel down her body, cutting her bra in half and continuing to slide down her stomach before he sighs with a smile, "Can't forget about your legs, now can we?" Zola questions with a glint of evil in his eyes as he lifts the scalpel up and off of her skin before plunging it down into her thigh making her scream out in pain. Tears built up in her eyes as her scream died out in her throat causing Zola to laugh at her, "She's not nearly as good with pain as you are, Soldat." Bucky flinches at the sound of your scream and he can't help as his teeth grind against themselves and how his hand curls into a tight fist. Bucky's chest heaves with anger as he forces his eyes on the ground, willing himself not to look at her, not knowing what his reaction would be, but knowing it wouldn't be good. Zola grins as he takes off his gloves with a snap, "I'll be back." He says before leaving out of the door he came in, leaving the lights on. Her vision blurs out of adrenaline and tears rim her eyes as she tries to focus her gaze on Bucky. The throbbing and stinging in her leg made it difficult to see or think about anything.

She blinks away her tears and sighs deeply as she can finally see Bucky through her daze, his head limply lying there, "It's only a scratch," she mutters softly as she fights the neck restraint to stay looking up at him. "I'm alright." Bucky's head is unwavering as he refuses to look up and meet her gaze and chuckles darkly, "I would believe you are fine but you have a fucking knife sticking out of your leg, so." He growls as he fights against the chains holding him up in the air. His wrists were visibly bruised and swollen from how he had been fighting against the chains and he grunted through the pain as he kept trying, eventually giving up and allowing his head to lie limply.

"Pshh, you worry too much. It's just a tad bit of blood." She dismisses him, watching him intently with soft eyes, trying to ease his mental distress.

He growls in response, "I can't believe I put you in this stupid fucking position." Bucky's voice holds more emotion than she had expected, a mix of rage and sadness with guilt written all over his face. "You should have stayed behind, you shouldn't have even come. No one wanted you to come." Bucky's cold and dark eyes finally shot up to meet hers as he spit venom, causing her to drop her head to her lap as she processed his words, her face becoming a scowl.

"I came to protect you! To help you!" She snaps as she glares at Bucky who violently thrashes around in his chains when he meets eye contact with her and hears her words.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" Bucky's voice carries through the room as he uses his arm, trying to break free. "I can't watch you be hurt, be closer and closer to death because of me. it's killing me…" Bucky's voice dies into a whisper as he lets his head dangle limply at his empty side, "I can't stand looking at you like that, because of me…." he trails off as a few tears fall down his cheeks.

She gasps softly as she struggles against the ropes yet again, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, "Oh, James…" she whispers softly out to him as her eyes soften on him. "I'm strong, you know this. I'll be just fine. I promise you, we will make it out of here." She speaks softly as she gives up fighting against the ropes knowing it's futile, just hoping her words would be enough to help him get out of the dark space in his mind. Ignoring the screaming in her leg from where the scalpel protrudes from her thigh, she continues to try to reach out to Bucky. "They won't win." She says, determined even though her body had been used as a battering ram, bruises and abrasions covering her body with a dark hue as she watched Bucky who softly nods, trying to make himself believe her words.

Suddenly, the door unlocking made both heads snap over to the door where Zola walked in with a smirk and held a tray. The tray contained a syringe on top of it, a clear liquid inside of the syringe. Zola places the tray on the table separating her and Bucky as he starts to put on gloves with a snap. "This…" he begins to speak as he finishes putting his gloves on before moving to grab the syringe off the tray on the table, "is Pancuronium Bromide," Zola says as he holds it up to the light, inspecting it before turning to look at Bucky. "It is a muscle relaxer with no sedative or pain-reducing effects. Just a bit too much could kill her." Zola's face has morphed into a mad smile causing Bucky to whip his body at Zola, barely being restrained by the chains as the anger overtakes him. The walls cracked around the bolts holding Bucky's chains up as he trashed around, fighting with everything in him to rip Zola away from her. Zola took slow and deliberate steps towards where she sat restrained in the wooden chair, Zola's eyes never leaving Bucky as he watched with a grin on his face. "Stay away from her!" Bucky growls deeply as he thrashes against the chains, his jaw clenched as he glares intensely at Zola. Zola still holds his wild grin as he uncaps the syringe, "This is killing you, isn't it, Soldat?" Zola's grin morphed into a satisfied smirk as Bucky's face contorted into a scowl. "Good." Zola smiles wickedly as he grips her hair roughly and forces her head to the side with a harsh tug causing her to yelp out. She fights the grip on her hair but it is ultimately useless as Zola has enough room to prick her neck and inject the clear liquid into her before he lets go of her head with a tough push. She growls as she looks up at Zola through her hair, watching as Zola makes his way to the side of his lab, he grabs a blow torch and starts heating up an iron stick with the Hydra logo on the end as it slowly starts to glow red. Bucky watches as her head involuntarily falls forward limply, the medicine kicking in as she loses control of her body.

Zola stalks over with a grin overtaking his face as he holds the heated iron stick, "You should feel every bit of this." Zola lifts her shirt that he had cut with the scalpel, letting it rest over her chest as he lines up the end of the iron to her body. Bucky growled as he began to violently thrash around in the chains, trying to escape to get to her. Bucky fought even harder against the chains as he heard her screams echoing through the room causing his vision to blur. Before he could focus again, dust fell into his eyes as the bolts flew from the walls, the chains holding Bucky up, now falling to the ground and dangling from his wrist and ankles. Bucky growls deeply as he immediately grabs Zola by the back of his lab coat and throws him back up against the wall, causing it to crack as Zola slides down. Her screams become strangled breaths as the Hydra logo is a bright red blister already forming over her torso.

Bucky growls as he stalks up to Zola, now holding a slight grin as he sends a harsh kick into his stomach before leaning down, "Where's my arm?" His voice is cold and firm causing Zola to point over to a case on the far side of the lab. He is quick to get to his arm and put it on quickly. Bucky quickly makes his way to her and unties her restraints, using his bionic hand to help break the restraint around her neck. Her body stays weakly limp against the wooden chair, which is covered in her blood, as he frees her. "Fuck, can you move at all?" Bucky asks as he looks her up and down, he narrows his eyes on the scalpel in her thigh and he rips his shirt around the bottom before moving to kneel next to her leg. "No." her voice is weak as she pants out causing him to nod, "I have to remove this before I can move you," Bucky says, glancing up to meet her eyes before looking back at the problem. He places his human hand on the scalpel as his bionic arm holds cloth from his shirt, in one swift movement, he brings the scalpel out of her thigh and the cloth over her wound as he quickly ties it tightly. Bucky moves his eyes up to meet hers as he sighs deeply, he brings his hands up to wrap around her body. He slides her off the chair and into his lap as he pulls her up against his chest, resting his head on top of hers as he lets out a breath of relief. " You did so good, doll. So fuckin' good…fuck…" Bucky mutters into her ear as he runs his hand through her hair, "I'll get us out of here…but we can stay here until you feel better…" Bucky whispers softly into her hair as he runs his hair through it gently causing her to let out a few tears. She sniffles as they sit in silence for a few moments, Bucky's gaze shifting between her in his lap and Zola on the floor in front of him. "I have been so worried about you, doll. It was killing me, not being able to reach out to you, to put an end to those fuckers before they hurt you like this." Bucky inhales deeply, taking in her scent and presence as he softly caresses her cheek. "I thought leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done…but watching you…I can never do that again. I left because I thought it would keep you safer…but no one and nothing can keep you safe like I can, Doll. I know that now." He confesses, placing his forehead against hers softly as he cups her jaw with his hand, "Please, allow me to be that person again…" Bucky sighs deeply, "I know I don't deserve it…I'll be better for you, I'll go back to therapy like you want, please…will you be mine again?"

She manages to form a smile as the medicine begins to wear off, "I cannot stand you, yet I also can't stand to be without you. Of course, James." She responds causing Bucky to lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips, his hands softly squeezing her shoulders as he helps keep her upright. "I'm not letting you off of bed rest for at least a month." Bucky says as he pulls her back into his chest causing her to gasp, "A month?" she asked shocked as she tilted her head to look up at him.

"Yes, no arguing, Doll. I'll lock you in my room if I have to." He smirks down at her causing her to giggle softly, "Okay okay, chill." she smiles up at him until the doors bust open revealing none other than Captain America wielding his shield, ready for a fight. Steve's eyes narrow and then soften when he sees her and Bucky on the ground, he places his shield on the ground before he kneels next to them, "What happened Buck?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head, "I'll explain when we get back. For now, let's get back home." He sighs as he gets up, holding her in his arms bridal style. "You ready, Doll?" Bucky asks her as he glances down at her to see her nodding softly with a smile. Steve notices the little exchange with a smile on his face as he grabs Zola and restrains him before leading him to the helicopter. After the short helicopter ride, she is escorted off to the medical wing and Zola is taken in by police, leaving Bucky and Steve in the waiting room of the medical wing. Bucky sits in a chair next to Steve, his leg bouncing up and down with anxiety before Steve breaks the silence, "You alright? Need to see the medic for that blood?" He asks him causing Bucky to look down at his blood-soaked costume, "Blood? Oh, it's not mine…" Bucky sighs deeply, " I love her so much, Steve…she went through so much for me…" he runs his hand through his hair out of frustration. "Because-" Steve starts but gets cut off as she speaks, standing next to the medical wing door with a crutch. She has medical wrapping around her wounds and papers in the other hand. "Because I love you too, dumbass." Bucky and Steve's heads both snap up and shoot at her, they get up and make their way to her without hesitation. Bucky stood back a hair as he watched Steve entrap her into a hug before he did the same. "My perfect little doll is what you are." Bucky smiles as he places a kiss against her lips and wraps his hands around her waist.

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[kushnovice]

Be Mine Again

Part one Masterlist

Paring: Bucky Barnes x ex! reader

Synopsis: Reader and Bucky cant get along after years of issues. The issue now? They are both trapped by Zola, his one intention being to break Bucky. (Can be read as a stand alone) hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

Warnings: TORTURE!!, cursing, blood, Bucky being kinda angsty, zola being sadistic, choking, bruises, restrains, needles, syringes, being drugged, abuse, being forced to watch torture, razors, scalpel, being impaled, idk yall i went crazy. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

AN: female reader, i don't think i used (y/n), I PUT ALL THE COMFORT IN THIS PART!!, i hope this one turnt out better than part one. requests are open!!

Time was lost, masqueraded by the dark grey walls. Coldness radiated off of the confining walls which held no windows. The only light was a light bulb dangling by wires from the ceiling leaving the room surrounding them dark. There was a faint light peaking from the door's cracks on the far side of the room, the only sign of direction. The darkness close, trickling down their backs leaving permanent shivers. When she awoke, she groggily blinked her eyes open to meet the sight in front of her. Her heart clenched when she saw Bucky with one arm chained above his head, the chain being attached to the ceiling on some pulley machine. His metal arm was missing, leaving his left side empty as he dangled to the left limply, his head laying slack down and against his side, having not awoken yet. Surveying him up and down, she can see that his ankles are chained together as well, she went to reach out to him but was immediately stopped as something restrained her. She attempted to look down but was restricted as she felt a cool metal against her chin and throat. She glances down with her eyes, seeing herself roped to a wooden chair causing her to squirm and attempt to free herself, leaving her wrists and throat red and raw.

Bucky eventually flutters his eyes awake as his head rises to look around, his eyes scanning the room before stopping and narrowing on her. "Where the hell are we?" He questioned looking her up and down, tied up in the chair noting how she was completely restricted. She sighs deeply, her chest deflating as she speaks, "I have no idea…" Is all she can mutter before the lights flicker on, flash-banging them involuntarily as they screw their eyes shut. Tears brimming at her eyes before her eyes flutter open to see Bucky staring at Zola who had just entered the room with a thunk of the door. Zola is wearing a white lab coat and a prideful smirk. "You are at my laboratory." Zola's deep voice rings out, in his hands, is a tray of medical tools, and placing it on the table in front of them before he moves to another side of the room and grabs gloves, which he puts on as he moves back towards us. "What do you want?" She questions with narrowed eyebrows at Zola causing him to grin as he grabs a scalpel, examining it in his grasp as he responds, "The winter soldier." Zola responds as he shifts his gaze to make eye contact with her, stalking towards her with predatory eyes causing her to shift uncomfortably in the wooden chair she was restrained to. "The soldier won't come out if he has something to fight for." Zola is now next to her with the scalpel in his hand being pressed up against her cheek, little beads of blood building up over the scalpel before dripping down her cheek as he glides it down. She involuntarily lets out a hiss of pain and tries to move her head away only to be held in place by the restraint. The sound of chains roughly clashes against each other and the concrete walls force Zola to jerk his head to Bucky. Bucky's jaw is clenched and his hand is in a fist as he dangles from the metal cuff. He struggles and fights against the chains causing Zola to laugh sadistically.

Zola moves the scalpel to the top of her neck which is not covered by the restrains and starts to cut down her chest, splitting the fabric on its way as he glides it down her chest, leaving a trail of red flowing down. He brings the scalpel down her chest, before reaching her bra, Bucky yells out, "Please, please." Bucky starts to beg as he lets his head fall down limply, his eyes screwing shut at the sight in front of him. "You can have it, you can have me… I'll bring him back… just let her go." He mutters defeated as he lets his head lay there limply until a cackle causes his head to snap up at Zola. "Oh, Soldat. It isn't that simple, you're not cold-blooded anymore…" Zola looked him up and down, "But you will be soon." Zola promises Buck with a wide grin. Bucky lets his head fall back down, not wanting to see the kind of torture she will suffer…because of him.

Zola continues to drag the scalpel down her body, cutting her bra in half and continuing to slide down her stomach before he sighs with a smile, "Can't forget about your legs, now can we?" Zola questions with a glint of evil in his eyes as he lifts the scalpel up and off of her skin before plunging it down into her thigh making her scream out in pain. Tears built up in her eyes as her scream died out in her throat causing Zola to laugh at her, "She's not nearly as good with pain as you are, Soldat." Bucky flinches at the sound of your scream and he can't help as his teeth grind against themselves and how his hand curls into a tight fist. Bucky's chest heaves with anger as he forces his eyes on the ground, willing himself not to look at her, not knowing what his reaction would be, but knowing it wouldn't be good. Zola grins as he takes off his gloves with a snap, "I'll be back." He says before leaving out of the door he came in, leaving the lights on. Her vision blurs out of adrenaline and tears rim her eyes as she tries to focus her gaze on Bucky. The throbbing and stinging in her leg made it difficult to see or think about anything.

She blinks away her tears and sighs deeply as she can finally see Bucky through her daze, his head limply lying there, "It's only a scratch," she mutters softly as she fights the neck restraint to stay looking up at him. "I'm alright." Bucky's head is unwavering as he refuses to look up and meet her gaze and chuckles darkly, "I would believe you are fine but you have a fucking knife sticking out of your leg, so." He growls as he fights against the chains holding him up in the air. His wrists were visibly bruised and swollen from how he had been fighting against the chains and he grunted through the pain as he kept trying, eventually giving up and allowing his head to lie limply.

"Pshh, you worry too much. It's just a tad bit of blood." She dismisses him, watching him intently with soft eyes, trying to ease his mental distress.

He growls in response, "I can't believe I put you in this stupid fucking position." Bucky's voice holds more emotion than she had expected, a mix of rage and sadness with guilt written all over his face. "You should have stayed behind, you shouldn't have even come. No one wanted you to come." Bucky's cold and dark eyes finally shot up to meet hers as he spit venom, causing her to drop her head to her lap as she processed his words, her face becoming a scowl.

"I came to protect you! To help you!" She snaps as she glares at Bucky who violently thrashes around in his chains when he meets eye contact with her and hears her words.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this!" Bucky's voice carries through the room as he uses his arm, trying to break free. "I can't watch you be hurt, be closer and closer to death because of me. it's killing me…" Bucky's voice dies into a whisper as he lets his head dangle limply at his empty side, "I can't stand looking at you like that, because of me…." he trails off as a few tears fall down his cheeks.

She gasps softly as she struggles against the ropes yet again, wanting nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, "Oh, James…" she whispers softly out to him as her eyes soften on him. "I'm strong, you know this. I'll be just fine. I promise you, we will make it out of here." She speaks softly as she gives up fighting against the ropes knowing it's futile, just hoping her words would be enough to help him get out of the dark space in his mind. Ignoring the screaming in her leg from where the scalpel protrudes from her thigh, she continues to try to reach out to Bucky. "They won't win." She says, determined even though her body had been used as a battering ram, bruises and abrasions covering her body with a dark hue as she watched Bucky who softly nods, trying to make himself believe her words.

Suddenly, the door unlocking made both heads snap over to the door where Zola walked in with a smirk and held a tray. The tray contained a syringe on top of it, a clear liquid inside of the syringe. Zola places the tray on the table separating her and Bucky as he starts to put on gloves with a snap. "This…" he begins to speak as he finishes putting his gloves on before moving to grab the syringe off the tray on the table, "is Pancuronium Bromide," Zola says as he holds it up to the light, inspecting it before turning to look at Bucky. "It is a muscle relaxer with no sedative or pain-reducing effects. Just a bit too much could kill her." Zola's face has morphed into a mad smile causing Bucky to whip his body at Zola, barely being restrained by the chains as the anger overtakes him. The walls cracked around the bolts holding Bucky's chains up as he trashed around, fighting with everything in him to rip Zola away from her. Zola took slow and deliberate steps towards where she sat restrained in the wooden chair, Zola's eyes never leaving Bucky as he watched with a grin on his face. "Stay away from her!" Bucky growls deeply as he thrashes against the chains, his jaw clenched as he glares intensely at Zola. Zola still holds his wild grin as he uncaps the syringe, "This is killing you, isn't it, Soldat?" Zola's grin morphed into a satisfied smirk as Bucky's face contorted into a scowl. "Good." Zola smiles wickedly as he grips her hair roughly and forces her head to the side with a harsh tug causing her to yelp out. She fights the grip on her hair but it is ultimately useless as Zola has enough room to prick her neck and inject the clear liquid into her before he lets go of her head with a tough push. She growls as she looks up at Zola through her hair, watching as Zola makes his way to the side of his lab, he grabs a blow torch and starts heating up an iron stick with the Hydra logo on the end as it slowly starts to glow red. Bucky watches as her head involuntarily falls forward limply, the medicine kicking in as she loses control of her body.

Zola stalks over with a grin overtaking his face as he holds the heated iron stick, "You should feel every bit of this." Zola lifts her shirt that he had cut with the scalpel, letting it rest over her chest as he lines up the end of the iron to her body. Bucky growled as he began to violently thrash around in the chains, trying to escape to get to her. Bucky fought even harder against the chains as he heard her screams echoing through the room causing his vision to blur. Before he could focus again, dust fell into his eyes as the bolts flew from the walls, the chains holding Bucky up, now falling to the ground and dangling from his wrist and ankles. Bucky growls deeply as he immediately grabs Zola by the back of his lab coat and throws him back up against the wall, causing it to crack as Zola slides down. Her screams become strangled breaths as the Hydra logo is a bright red blister already forming over her torso.

Bucky growls as he stalks up to Zola, now holding a slight grin as he sends a harsh kick into his stomach before leaning down, "Where's my arm?" His voice is cold and firm causing Zola to point over to a case on the far side of the lab. He is quick to get to his arm and put it on quickly. Bucky quickly makes his way to her and unties her restraints, using his bionic hand to help break the restraint around her neck. Her body stays weakly limp against the wooden chair, which is covered in her blood, as he frees her. "Fuck, can you move at all?" Bucky asks as he looks her up and down, he narrows his eyes on the scalpel in her thigh and he rips his shirt around the bottom before moving to kneel next to her leg. "No." her voice is weak as she pants out causing him to nod, "I have to remove this before I can move you," Bucky says, glancing up to meet her eyes before looking back at the problem. He places his human hand on the scalpel as his bionic arm holds cloth from his shirt, in one swift movement, he brings the scalpel out of her thigh and the cloth over her wound as he quickly ties it tightly. Bucky moves his eyes up to meet hers as he sighs deeply, he brings his hands up to wrap around her body. He slides her off the chair and into his lap as he pulls her up against his chest, resting his head on top of hers as he lets out a breath of relief. " You did so good, doll. So fuckin' good…fuck…" Bucky mutters into her ear as he runs his hand through her hair, "I'll get us out of here…but we can stay here until you feel better…" Bucky whispers softly into her hair as he runs his hair through it gently causing her to let out a few tears. She sniffles as they sit in silence for a few moments, Bucky's gaze shifting between her in his lap and Zola on the floor in front of him. "I have been so worried about you, doll. It was killing me, not being able to reach out to you, to put an end to those fuckers before they hurt you like this." Bucky inhales deeply, taking in her scent and presence as he softly caresses her cheek. "I thought leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done…but watching you…I can never do that again. I left because I thought it would keep you safer…but no one and nothing can keep you safe like I can, Doll. I know that now." He confesses, placing his forehead against hers softly as he cups her jaw with his hand, "Please, allow me to be that person again…" Bucky sighs deeply, "I know I don't deserve it…I'll be better for you, I'll go back to therapy like you want, please…will you be mine again?"

She manages to form a smile as the medicine begins to wear off, "I cannot stand you, yet I also can't stand to be without you. Of course, James." She responds causing Bucky to lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips, his hands softly squeezing her shoulders as he helps keep her upright. "I'm not letting you off of bed rest for at least a month." Bucky says as he pulls her back into his chest causing her to gasp, "A month?" she asked shocked as she tilted her head to look up at him.

"Yes, no arguing, Doll. I'll lock you in my room if I have to." He smirks down at her causing her to giggle softly, "Okay okay, chill." she smiles up at him until the doors bust open revealing none other than Captain America wielding his shield, ready for a fight. Steve's eyes narrow and then soften when he sees her and Bucky on the ground, he places his shield on the ground before he kneels next to them, "What happened Buck?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head, "I'll explain when we get back. For now, let's get back home." He sighs as he gets up, holding her in his arms bridal style. "You ready, Doll?" Bucky asks her as he glances down at her to see her nodding softly with a smile. Steve notices the little exchange with a smile on his face as he grabs Zola and restrains him before leading him to the helicopter. After the short helicopter ride, she is escorted off to the medical wing and Zola is taken in by police, leaving Bucky and Steve in the waiting room of the medical wing. Bucky sits in a chair next to Steve, his leg bouncing up and down with anxiety before Steve breaks the silence, "You alright? Need to see the medic for that blood?" He asks him causing Bucky to look down at his blood-soaked costume, "Blood? Oh, it's not mine…" Bucky sighs deeply, " I love her so much, Steve…she went through so much for me…" he runs his hand through his hair out of frustration. "Because-" Steve starts but gets cut off as she speaks, standing next to the medical wing door with a crutch. She has medical wrapping around her wounds and papers in the other hand. "Because I love you too, dumbass." Bucky and Steve's heads both snap up and shoot at her, they get up and make their way to her without hesitation. Bucky stood back a hair as he watched Steve entrap her into a hug before he did the same. "My perfect little doll is what you are." Bucky smiles as he places a kiss against her lips and wraps his hands around her waist.

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[kushnovice]

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

[kushnovice]

you’re too sweet for me

hwang in ho

first of all, just a little advice that inglesh its not my first language! be kind

༶ he knew that you were too good for him, that hi’s world was way to cruel and defiant to a girl like you. The games, the carnage, the involvement of VIPs, the arrogance, the money.

༶ but oh, everytime that he sees you, he forgets that. The monotonous days that he spent locked in his small apartment, without spending a cent of his prize, began to have a purpose when he knew you.

༶ your laugh, that he heard before seeing you, your hands looking for something to hold on to so you don't fall, your shy look when you apologize for tripping over him and your gentle tone of voice. The joy that only the joviality and naivety of someone who did not see bad things in your eyes.

༶ you were an interesting little thing to him. Something that took him out of his automatic state on days when he waited until the next game.

༶ it had been a long time since he allowed himself to think of a woman as anything other than a one night fuck.

༶ his routine was messy. Normally he would spend part of the morning with a glass of whiskey while talking to the VIPs about the next edition of the games or evaluating the people recruited for the game.

༶ and the more you two talked, the more he realized that you were too sweet. Trying to balance your study routine and still take care of yourself.

༶ the first time you went out, he couldn't say for sure what had made you shy. Whether it was the expensive restaurant, which you clearly couldn't afford with any part-time job as a student. Or if it was because he was older than you. Whether it was the experience, or his money that intimidated you, he liked it.

༶ for him, it was fun to see you turn into a shy mess, not knowing where to look, fidgeting with your own hands.

༶ honestly, he likes seeing you shy. Whether it's because he took you to a chic and expensive place, because he gave you a very pricey gift and you don't know how to react, or because of the comments from people who see you together, even when your friend talks about the "hot, rich old man" that you’re going out with

“soo, did you two already..?” your best friend asks sitting on your bed, watching you open another gift from in-ho. Not that you were complaining, but you didn't know how to reciprocate while he spoiled you so much.

“did we what?” you ask a little confused, turning your present okhar away to look at your friend. After a while, you got used to her being excited to see you dating someone, especially a rich older man who treats you like his wife.

“god, you’re so naive, I’m talking about sex” when you heard what she said, you looked at her a little disconcerted as you finish opening the package and see a beautiful pair of boots, it was obvious that she would want to know the details. And you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it yet.

“noo!! we did not, it’s still a little to early for that”you respond, laughing and throwing one of the pairs of boots at her as a joke. “now come here, I need help with this other gift”

༶ and yes, sex with him is for sure a thing.

༶ he’s a natural dom. Even though he likes the view of having you on top, he loves having you on the bottom. He's a big, muscular man, and he's not at all modest about it. So having a small girl underneath him is exciting.

༶ he likes to hold one of your hands when you are underneath, the other hand on the side of your head. But sometimes, when things are at their roughest, he likes to have a firm hand around your neck, kissing you while his other hand travels between your legs and massages the inside of your thighs.

༶ afterwards he would like to stay in bed, you lying with your head on his chest while he pours himself a glass of drink. Hearing you talk about that mean teacher who is very strict with you, or about the girls you and your friends don't like.

༶ he allows himself to think it's funny. While your mind is filled with the things you want to buy, your care routine and the tests you have to study for, he thinks about games, receiving VIP guests and especially how to keep everything in order.

༶ when he has to return to the island for the games, he invents a business trip, you are a little confused, because he had never told you about his work. So he uses as an excuse the story that he comes from a rich family and is going to visit some important old friends.

༶ during game week, he seriously considered telling you about everything. You missed him, considering that you were practically never apart from each other since you started dating. He had even planned to ask you to live with him, having even bought an expensive and large apartment for that.

༶ after a while, he started taking you to some events that he, as the frontman, attended, like the Halloween. Even if he hadn't told you exactly what he worked with, you could already tell that it wasn't something common, but you didn't care, you just wanted him.

༶ so when he tells you about the games, you accept it. Of course, you're so good to him, you'd never doubt him when he said they were just giving people a better opportunity.

༶ in the next edition you would watch the games with him. In-ho sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey neat in his hand, with you snuggled next to him, hiding your face in his chest every time someone got shot or got a bad bruise.

༶ he likes to admire you. He knows you are bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine and as sweet as a grape. hee knows he's the opposite of those cute and innocent things, but he can't resist keeping you close, pulling you more and more into his world, even if you were too sweet for him.

[kushnovice]

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Warnings: Kinda suggestive, making out, kinda angsty In-ho, alcohol, threats?, hate kissing, idk if you watched squid games then you're fine

A/n: I wrote this quickly and didn't edit it much but I enjoy it. No gender is specified. I hope my mutuals enjoy :)

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In-ho, the man who hadn't let anyone close after his wife death, the man who put up walls that towered the great wall of china, swore to himself that he would never let anything close to his heart again. He swore to himself. He told himself constantly, every night when he was alone, that everything he touched left mass destruction. In the late of night, letting bourbon slide down his throat with a sting, he can't help but think about how he ruined his life. How the games ruined his life. He could never have trust, love, or kindness. He had power and respect, but to what extent. He was never going to find happiness, it was ensured with the games. He's was constantly surrounded by death and destruction, his family believing he was dead. How could he let anyone into his life when he has to do whatever needed to protect the games, even shooting his own brother, all for these damn games. He can't risk anyone getting close to him. No. He can't love anyone ever again, can't let anyone break down his walls, can't let himself show any emotion. If he does, someone will end up with a bullet in the head...

Until he meets you. Il-nam's kid who rose through the ranks not just because of your family name, but your skill. There you stood with the black square mask disregarded, next to the black mask of the frontman's, on the couch. "I'm tempted to pull you out." his voice is firm and fills the room. "Replace you." He says sitting on the black leather couch, his legs crossed to the side as he brings his cup of dark liquid up to his lips and lets it glide down his throat. His lips fighting to turn into a grin at the sound of your repressed scoff. "Why is that exactly?" You question him with a quirked eyebrow, confusion written on your face and disbelief in your eyes. "As skillful as you are, it doesn't make up for your cockiness with the rest of the staff. Square or not, don't parade your status around." In-ho's words are true and cold as he speaks to you, eyes latching onto yours with an unwavering gaze. His stoic expression causing you to sigh deeply, "I'm tired of pretending that I'm one of them. I want to watch the games with you, sir." You speak with more brashness than intended as you eye him up and down. He rises to his feet while planting his hands on his thighs to help him up. He straightens up before taking a few long strides to be standing inches in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours with intenseness. His hand shoots out as you feel a pressure against your jaw, cold gloved fingers digging into your jaw with firmness as he holds your face, eyes boring yours. "You're lucky you're cute otherwise you would be six feet under right now." He snarls out as he pulls you closer to him while holding your jaw, your bodies pressing flesh up against each other before he breaks the tension and dives down for a hungry and eager kiss. You can't help but to smile into the kiss, returning the motion with passion and hunger, only pausing to breathe. In-Ho's eyes stay locked on you as his chest heaves, eyes roaming your body before pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall. With heavy breaths, plump lips, and trapped in between In-Ho's arms, you playfully giggle out, "You think I'm cute."

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yall imma reconstruct my tumblr so apologies for the random posts if you follow me, just ignore it!

[kushnovice]

in love with this 🫶

hot | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

sickness, comfort, spencer panicking slightly, ‘i love you’

just a short one to get me out of a slump, it’s cutesy, classic sick comfort fic. v short.

“Honey, you know how many germs I have right now, you really don’t have to be here.” You batted your eyelashes up at him from your deteriorating state on the couch.

Spencer ignored the nickname, or simply didn’t register it in his worry, “The longer you’re sick the more time the virus has to reproduce and evade your dying immune system. I have to learn to deal with it in order for you to get better.” Spencer spieled, pacing in front of you while wringing his hands.

“Spence, I can take care of myself.” You pleaded, more concerned about his comfort than yours.

“But I want to take care of you. I just have to pretend like you’re not sick when you really are. Badly sick. I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like pretending?” Head tilted, you tightened the blanket around your shoulders.

“I don’t like you being sick. I can deal with germs. I investigate dead bodies most of the time, I’ll be fine. You won’t be.”

You smiled, “Wow. Way to kill my immune system’s confidence.”

“Sorry, I’m trying to pep talk you and myself.” He stopped pacing and looked directly at you, regarding your figure with much concern.

“I know. You’re doing well. I already feel better.” You nodded to encourage him. Things like this was new to him, caring for someone he knew would reciprocate, so you didn’t want him to become insecure about it.

“That’s impossible. You’re still,” he places his hand on your forehead and you sniffle, “burning up.”

“Are you saying I’m hot?”

“Temperature wise, yes. And if you’re trying to insinuate me finding you attractive than yes, that too. I just don’t like the word ‘hot’ to describe you.”

“Why?” Your voice is audibly snotty, it makes you cringe.

“Because you’re not a temperature, you’re a beautiful woman. Who is sick, and needs honey tea.” He places a finger on his lips in thought and nods at his own idea.

“Spence?”

His eyes dart up at the sudden use of his name, “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

His anxious motions halted and his ears reddened, he looked down with a tiny smile that hurt your heart with cuteness aggression. You sneezed very loudly, your leg jerking along with it.

“I love you too. Now, I’m making you tea and some noodles. You sit there and look beautiful.”

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Him and his brother could get it

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