#I’m probably wrong about the alone thing but still

[sluttyten]

.

[baellerin]

x

[haniehae-archive]

I want to give up

[s1ater]

don’t tell.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. mattheo can’t help but want his best mates girl and couldn’t be more thrilled when he finds out the attraction goes both ways

warnings. foul language, smut; degradation, creampie, cheating

ricky rocks. 🪺 it kills me that this story has a community label

the one thing mattheo couldn’t have in his life, he never thought it’d be a girl.

girls came easy, but they were never anything that came to mind too much; he had other things to worry about, things to do.

but he’d never thought that that girl, the girl he wanted, would be one of his best friends girl.

none of his friends were ever loyal, none of them except theo. he was a sucker for those long term relationships because the type of girls who were only looking for one night stands and hook ups made him annoyed and had more issues than he could deal with, it was too bad he got stuck with one exactly like that.

you loved theo, more than anyone, but old habits died hard. especially with all of theo’s friends breathing down your neck, begging for a taste.

but you never gave in, not until mattheo.

when you first met him, he didn’t say a word to you. you weren’t even aware of him half the time, his presence was forgettable till your eyes always seemed to find his and his body always seemed to be pressed up against yours in your dreams.

it soon became very obvious who you wanted and he knew it when he was no longer the one initiating the starring—giving him the go ahead to push your buttons.

“i’ll fuck you straight.”

“yeah, you wish riddle,” you starred back at him with a challenging look, “good luck on getting the chance.”

he scoffed, “you act like you’re so loyal.”

you immediately frowned in annoyance, “and you act like you’re all that.”

he smiled, leaning over to your level, “because i am.”

you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down with what looked like disgust, “hop off your throne, riddle. i love my boyfriend.”

“it sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re looking at me,” he tipped his head slightly, a fake expression of thought coming over his face, “you better work on that, y/n, otherwise i’m not going to be the only one who notices.”

he walked away, but some part of you wished he hadn’t and that the looks you two shared, would be caught on to, so you could just get it over with and finally get to fuck him.

that came sooner rather than later—but not how you thought. the opportunity was practically handed to the two of you when half the boys were out for gallivanting down in the forbidden forest and theo had told you to wait for him in the common room.

it was too bad he was running late.

“why don’t you sit down?” mattheo’s stare was narrowing and studying as he motioned you to sit in the big black leather chair across from him. “you’ve got a while longer to wait.”

you scoffed, “alright, but i’m sure theo-“

“who cares about theodore, he’s probably fucking around with a blonde from ravenclaw, anyway.”

the sentence caught you off guard and made you slightly pause as you sat down. you sure he was just messing with you, but with the right motivation and pressure, theo could get convinced into anything—maybe even fucking around with a blonde ravenclaw.

“he wouldn’t do that.”

“right, because you’re the cheater in the relationship.”

you scowled at him, but your cheeks turned hot at the truth of his words. he knew you well for some reason. he knew you weren’t honest—never in any relationship had you ever been in—and he knew you were also easily pressured into things.

“why don’t you show me something,” he nodded toward you, “don’t try to hide your true colors now that we’re alone.”

“piss off.”

“now don’t he so harsh.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking, thinking how wrong this was but still stood up from your seat across from him, and you still slowly glided toward him while your fingers grasped the top buttons of your pure white blouse, “don’t tell.”

“no promises,” he grinned, sipping from the bottle of booze he held as you were now in front of him, slowly leaning before him still teasing the unbuttoning of your shirt.

“mattheo,” you whined, but still continuing with your actions, giving him a peak of your black laced bra. “you’re not being nice.”

he pulled you to his lap roughly, causing you to gasp as you were now straddling him, “why would i?” his fingers reached where yours were, helping you unbutton the material of your shirt, “you’re so damn teasing all the time.”

you rocked your hips forward, pouting at his words, “shame.” mattheo’s breath became uneven for the slightest second, his eyes dragging up to yours at the feeling of your heat pressing onto his cock.

“you’re a fucking, cunt,” he scoffed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. “don’t act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”

“sure, mattheo,” you tauntingly smiled, rocking back and forth again before pressing your lips against his. he immediately kissed back, his hands slowly pulling the blouse from your arms.

he smelled good and he felt good—you felt you could barely get enough despite how close he was with his arms wrapped around you now, pulling you closer and closer till his chest was pressed against yours.

he was making you desperate, real desperate with his taunting that you could barely keep up the returning taunting facade.

“let me cum in your mouth, yeah?” he pulled away and was already unbuckling his belt from beneath you, cuing you to get off the chair and to your hands and knees as he stood, “be a good girl, suck me off, y/n.”

you nodded slowly, deciding whether if this was really okay… but you suddenly didn’t care, especially when your mouth started watering the moment his cock sprung from his boxers, thick and waiting for you.

“ready, love,” he didn’t wait for your words and he barely waited for you; his hips meeting your mouth, eager, “fuck,” you eased your mouth down his length, eyes already watering even before the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat.

“such a fucking good girl,” he grunted, his hand twirling a make shift pony tail of your hair while his head tipped back, his mind filling of bliss with each suck you took. “you love my cock, don’t you?”

he thrusted into your mouth, face fucking you, helping you induce pleasure as you tried to keep up by running and swirling your tongue along his length.

you couldn’t even think to answer, or hum, or anything. you were enjoying it too much and couldn’t help let your mind travel already to fast to the thought of him fucking you.

you could tell he wanted to just by how much enjoyment he was getting from this.

and he pulled out abruptly, leaving spit and precum running down your chin with teary eyes, “let me cum inside you, show theo who really owns your body.”

you let him lay you down against the cold floor, his body hovering over yours as he undone his dress shirt before pulling it off fast with eager fingers, that watched you with dark eyes.

you watched anxiously, your eyes eating every inch of his body and the scars that decorated his tan skin. your chest heaved up and down, your heart pounding, underestimating what he might do with the stare he had.

he gripped his cock, stroking it roughly before laying on your body fully, hiking up your skirt and pushing your parties to the side. he kissed you softly before pushing into you, prompting a sharp whine to resonate from your lips, “take it.”

your hands gripped his shoulders as he slowly inched into you before harshly shoving his full length into your cunt, immediately catching into your sweet spot. a high moan released into the air as your stomach rumbled with pleasure and pain to your walls from just barely getting used to the thickness of his cock.

“fucking whore,” he continued to fuck into you as his mouth began to speak nasty words that made your stomach twist in pleasure, whimpering as he spoke. “you love your boyfriend’s best mate using you like a doll?”

you gasped as his hand caught your face, gripping it harshly, “of course you do,” he smiled devilishly before, slapping the side of your hip, “get on your knees.”

you whimpered as you did so, his hands immediately gripping your hips and continuing to fuck you stupid the moment he pushed into you again. his finger tips pained you as he pressed hard enough to leave bruises.

“i want him to know who fucked you this good,” his hand grasped your throat, pulling you closer to his body as his mouth hovered over your ear before sucking and biting on your neck. “i want him to see what a dirty little whore you are, taking me without denial.”

“mattheo, please,” you whined, grabbing his hand that lied on your hip, “please don’t.”

“don’t what, huh?”

“please don’t leave marks.”

you could feel his cock twitch to the whine of your voice, a grunt resonating from his mouth. he didn’t say a word to reply but began to savor the few minutes left of his high, roughly pumping in and out of you as you moaned—soon coming upon your own.

“who fucks you better, huh?” he leaned back near your face, “me or him, tell me?“

“you mattheo,” you stuttered, feeling your vision go blurry and your limbs grow numb the moment his high came undone and pushed cum deep into your cunt, leaving you marked.

“that’s what i thought.”

@sophiekay20 @aliyahsutherland @multifandom-obsessed @thomaslefteyebrow @transias @sambucky8 @heyitsmeimdead @padf00ts-l0ver @thehuntress09 @afidiofobia @i-love-scott-mccall @greengarsstuff @demigirl-with-problems @sunsetcurve-95

navigation

[heartburriedinvenice]

Next Week

( steve harrington x reader )

in which you just want to rent Back to the Future but every week it has already been rented and every time you come back to check Steve Harrington says it will be back. . . next week and for some reason, you still believe him.

or

in which two lovesick idiots have to make stupid excuses to talk to each other.

content warning mild cursing, steve being an idiot, the reader being an idiot, robin being the only smart one, and steve's awful description of the back to the future plot

a / n i love steve harrington so here's this... the last piece of happiness on this account before i drop so much angst with no mercy ( and then after that a robin fluff piece ) i believe you can survive this war but before that happens enjoy this mess!!

You had noticed a few things about the video store in Hawkins, Indiana. One, Keith didn’t work there alone anymore. Two, the cute boy working there always made your hands unnecessarily sweaty. And three, they never seemed to have the movies you were looking for. 

It started a few weeks ago. Your sister wanted to watch a movie that weekend after missing the showing of Back to the Future due to the unfortunate mall fire that knocked out a whole block of town. So the two of your drove to the gas station, bought a bunch of junk food, and headed to the video store. Though as soon as you walked in, you noticed the idiot who would quiz you for around twenty minutes on every movie you returned, and no you weren’t exaggerating, your sister had timed it, was no longer at the counter. But instead, the fallen king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington, him and his hair in all its glory. You weren’t sure how his dethroning as king resulted in him getting stuck working at the video store by the arcade, for half a second you question if it was even him or maybe some weirdly similar look alike. But no, no it was Steve, you would know it anywhere. And just like any day, you had made your way to the counter, smiling at the boy who almost immediately smiled back upon meeting your gaze.

“Hi,” you greeted. 

“Hey,” he replied, reciting the lines Keith had gotten him to memorize after repeating them to him probably fifty times. “I’m Steve, welcome to Hawkins Family Video, where we bring movies to you, what can I do for you today?”

“I know who you are, Steve” you said, though immediately you wished you could turn back time find a time machine and jump backwards at how creepy it sounded. “Shit, I didn’t mean that to sound so creepy! Im sorry, I just, we went to the same high school. Well of course we went to the same high school but you know-”

“No! No, it’s good,” Steve replied, slightly stumbling over his words. “I, uh, I didn't think you were being creepy. What can I do for you today?”

“Oh, yeah, I was looking for Back to the Future,” you replied. 

“Back to the Future’ huh?” He replied.

“Yeah,I didn’t really get to see it after the whole mall burning down and all, you know?”

He only nodded, you noticing him visibly tensing up at you comment. Passing it off as nothing but it being a stranger memory, a tragedy for a small town like Hawkins, something that didn’t happen often. It was weird, the tiniest bit unsettling.

“If i'm being honest, the movie was pretty meh. Like just okay. Pretty low on the movie scale for me. I got to see it, it was a little confusing,” Steve explained, his voice slightly dropping into a whisper. “Not to spoil anything, but I’m pretty sure, the mom in that movie is trying to bang her son...so…”

You stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say he was joking. But nothing came, only silence as you stared back at him with wide eyes, your voice dropping into a whisper to match his. 

“Wait, you aren’t joking?” you asked.

“I mean, I work at a video store, would I be steering you wrong?” He asked.

“There’s no way! No way!” You practically yelled. “That’s messed up, they played that here? How did the PTA at the schools not go insane?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to say! No one believes me,” he agreed. 

“I gotta see this movie,” you said, a quiet laugh escaping at the end of your words.

“Ill go ahead and find that for you,” he offered as he walked backwards towards the back room, bumping into the door in the process. “I’ll be right back.”

And he didn’t lie, not long after the boy headed back out of the backroom, you quickly realizing he was in fact empty handed.

“I’m sorry, just realized someone came in earlier and rented our last copy,” he tried to explain, running a hand through his hair. 

“Oh,”you replied, slightly deflating after the anticipation built up for the movie. “That’s okay, I’ll just rent something-.”

“But you can come back next week!” He interrupted, practically yelling. “It will be back next week…”

“Yeah? Okay. Cool, great! Sounds like a plan,” you replied with a slight nod. “Guess I’ll see you next week?”

“Yep, next week, see you then,” he replied, his words coming out in an awkward kind of manner. 

With a quick smile at the boy, you made your way towards the door, not even noticing that your hands were starting to become extremely clammy. Only stopped by the sound of Steve’s voice once again.

“Hey! What’s your name?” He asked. “You know, so I can keep track of who wants the movie next?”

And so you gave him your name, writing it down on a piece of paper because of his claimed horrible memory watching as he tucked it into his pocket as you exited yhe store. A smile glued to your face and a giddy somewhat nauseating feeling in your stomach as you made your way back into the car, almost forgetting the fact your sister was waiting for you. Scratch that, completely forgetting your sister was waiting for you.

“Did you get the movie?” She asked, practically groaning the sentence out. 

“What?” You asked, buckling your seatbelt.

“The movie” She replied like it was the most obvious thing. “Where is it?”

“Oh! Shit, yeah, that’s why we're here! Um, they didn’t have it, we'll have to watch it next week,” you replied nonchalantly, as something that once would have annoyed you had zero effect on your mood. “The boy who worked there said it would be back next week, wrote my name down and everything.”

The younger girl let out another groan as she dramatically collapsed back into her seat.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to watch the fucking ‘Outsiders’ with you again.” ��                                                                                                

And It went on for a few weeks, you making your way to the video store every Friday night with the same answer from the boy. One would question the validity of his statement, that it would be there next week, your sister had called you a fucking idiot. Her newfound revaluation that she could say a curse word without being struck by lightning completely shifting her vocabulary.

One night you even asked for a different movie you were pretty sure no one would be watching, but of course it just so happened to have gotten rented. You didn’t mind though all that much, though you would never admit it out loud, you didn’t mind it at all. Because each time you walked in you were greeted by Steve Harrington and some sort of memorable conversation. Steve Harrington. Who was actually pretty nice company, no matter how much of a dork you had realized he was. And no matter how many times you told yourself to just watch something at your house or borrow something from your friend, you continued to drive up to the same store, only to be given the same answer. And no matter how many times your sister had called you oblivious, you ignored the metaphorical butterflies that attacked the walls of your stomach. Maybe it was those conversations, the conversations that caused you to stay way longer than you intended? The conversations that ranged from joking about Keith to talking about stuff that left the two of you there up until closing. Whatever it was, you couldn’t help yourself from coming back.

Just like any other Friday, you parked your car outside of the store, your sister no longer tagging along as she knew you weren’t getting the movie but instead a hour long conversation she would have to sit through in pure boredom. Opening the door, the little bell rang, and you were immediately caught off guard by someone else at the counter. There stood a girl, close to your age from what you could tell. Her shoulder length blonde hair was covering her face as she looked at some book that laid on the counter. Hesitantly, you made your way to the counter, feeling somewhat out of place without having the perfect haired, idiot staring at you. Like you were in a whole other building.

“Hi,” you stated, the blonde haired girl looking up from her book. Feeling as if this was somehow your first time stopping in.

“Hello,” the girl replied, gaze back on her book as she flipped to the next page.

“I come in here every week looking for Back to the Future, I’m pretty sure Steve has my name written down,” you tried to explain to the girl. “I was just wondering if it was finally here to rent?”

“‘Back to the Future’?” The girl asked, as if you were stupid.

“Yeah…” you replied, doubting yourself for a second. 

“What do you mean it hasn’t been here?” asked the girl, whose name you had picked up as Robin from her name tag. “Nobody has rented that movie for like the past two months.”

“But...I, he told me,” you said, at a loss for words.

“Well Stevie told you wrong,” said Robin, with a slight laugh, setting the book aside to set her full attention on you. “What’s your name again?”

“Y/N,” you simply replied.

“No way! Your’re the famous Y/N?” said Robin with a awestruck kind of enthusiasm. “I have been waiting to meet you. No wonder he was so upset about missing work today. He hates work, I was so surprised he even cared that much that he couldn’t be here but-”

“Famous?” You asked, the word sticking out in the midst of her ramble.

“Yeah, it’s not everyday that Steve Harrington has been so encompassed by a girl that he has to fake that ‘Back to the Future’ isn’t here just to get her back,” Robin said, a laugh following her words, almost bending over from how hard she was laughing. “What an idiot!”

“What do you mean by fake?”

“That it was gone. It was a plan to talk to you again. Oh he’s gonna kill me if he knew I told you,” she explained. “But he needs to get it over with and just ask you out. There is no way he strung it out this long!“

You stood there astonished, not even sure what to say back in response. Now your turn to wear that awestruck looks What were you even supposed to say? Where was the lesson on what to do in this type of situation?

“Is he still here?” You asked, part of you wanting to see him, the other wishing to run away and not look back.

“No matter how much I want to see this go down, sadly he had something today,” she replied. “I’m closing up tonight, but you know, I’m sure he’ll be here next week.”

[withahappyrefrain]

Glad You’re Home (TASM! Peter Parker x fem!reader)

Summary: You’ve known Miles Morales for years. You knew high school would be an interesting time for him. What you didn’t know was that would involve him becoming Spider-Man’s protégé. Nor did you know it would involve him bringing an injured Spider-Man to your apartment one night for you to take care of.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptions of injuries, hint of angst, mild sexual innuendos and lots of flirting. Reader also has a nickname. Set after No Way Home. Reader and Peter are in their 20s (post college).

Notes: I haven’t written in literal years, but couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Shoutout to @lipstickbisous​ for inspiring me to write the fluff you want to see in the world. 5.5K words later and here we are. 

Part two is up! As is part three!

You were beginning to prep dinner when you got his text.

MM: Hey, you home?

Yeah. Why?

MM: Need your help. Be outside in 5.

You gulped. Ever since Miles told you that he was working with Spider-Man, you had been worried for him. You couldn’t help it-you’ve known the kid since he was four. He was the first person in the apartment building to greet you when you moved in. You still had his ‘Welcome’ card on your fridge. You babysat him, watched him grow up, even offered to pick him up when his parents were busy with work. His mom joked a few times that they should include you in their annual Christmas card.

So, you knew that once he entered high school, it wouldn’t be the easiest. As much as you tried not to think about it, a decade later you still remembered how awkward things were in high school. You didn’t want to be overbearing, but you let him know that he could always talk to you about anything.

You thought ‘anything’ would be about crushes, bullies, classes, or annoying teachers. Maybe a puberty question or two. Not ‘I got bit by a radioactive spider, now I have these superhuman abilities, also Spider-Man is teaching me how to be a hero and now I’m helping him save New York City’.

Nope, you were not expecting that one. Though it did explain why he had started coming home late at night, injured, and bruised over the last few months. You always offered to fix him up, which he always took you up on since you didn’t ask as many questions as his parents.

After proving it to you-which involved him swinging you around through the city-you promised not to tell anyone.

“I won’t tell a soul. Promise. But tell that Spider-Man he needs to do a better job keeping you safe. You’re just a kid,” You told Miles, your protective side coming out. There was a reason his mother teased that Miles just had one dad, but ‘tiene dos madres’.

Miles rolled his eyes, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell him that. Any other message you want me to pass along to him? I can also tell him you’re single and-”

“Are you seriously trying to set me up with Spider-Man? Really Miles?” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“I mean, at this point your options are friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Mrs. Daniels’ great-nephew, or the Amazon guy that delivers packages to Mr. Lee.” You laughed. Ever since your last relationship ended two years ago, it seemed your whole apartment was desperate to get you a date.

“Wow, such wonderful options. How can I possibly choose?” You both laughed.

Usually, he didn’t text you ahead of time. He tended to just show up outside your window. So, for him to text you meant something was wrong. Very wrong. You couldn’t help but pour more wine into your glass. If he was seriously injured, he probably wouldn’t have texted you. So why was he asking you? What had happened?

The tapping outside your window startled you. You looked up, relieved to see Miles standing outside the fire escape, appearing to be in pretty good shape.

Your eyes widen when you realized he wasn’t alone. He was holding someone. Someone dressed in a red and blue suit with cuts and tears that you could see from across your apartment.

Holy shit. You knew Miles was working with him (he made you well aware of that). You just never thought Miles would actually bring Spider-Man to your apartment.

You needed more wine.

You chugged the remaining liquid in your glass before running over to your window. You could see Miles rolling his eyes at your action, but you didn’t care. You knew it would help you keep your cool.

Upon arriving to your window, your theory was confirmed.

“Miles, is-is that-“You pointed to the person in Miles’ arm, whose head was down. He still had the mask on, although it had several noticeable tears.

Miles nodded, “He’s really hurt and your apartment is much closer than his place,” His voice dropped to a whisper, “You also have a better first aid kit.”

The body let out a groan, “Where are we?” He mumbled, barely lifting his head. You were caught off guard with how deep the voice was.  Also, it sounded like he was from Queens? Who knew.

“We are going to get you taken care of, Bud,” Miles told him.

“Really Miles? You know I’m not an actual nurse, right?” You whispered to your neighbor.

“Well he’s stubborn and refuses to go see a real one, so you’re the next best thing! And like I said, your apartment is much closer.”

“We live in the same building!” You glared.

“Yes, but if I brought an injured white man to my home, my parents would freak out.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Wait, this isn’t my apartment,” the hero muttered. It took everything in you not to laugh at the remark.

“Alright, bring the guy in.” You said, opening the window all the way.  Miles motioned towards the limp Spider-Man, who was about halfway through your window. You grabbed his legs so Miles wasn’t the only one carrying him.

“You’re so lucky I haven’t removed that towel on my couch from the last time I patched you up,” You told him. You had worked hard to be able to own nice furniture that wasn’t purchased off of Craiglists and you’ll be damned if Spider-Man got blood on it.

“Where the hell am I?” The spandex clad hero mumbled, trying to lift his head up.

“Just take it easy Tiger,” You told him, unsure if he could even hear you. You and Miles gently laid him down on the couch.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit,” Miles said, running to your kitchen. You were thankful that you splurged and got the premium version a few weeks ago.  

As Miles went through your cabinet, you looked down to inspect the guy on your couch. It was clear why Miles brought him over. The guy looked like he had been through hell and back. He had several gashes on his torn suit, a mix of dried and fresh blood on the wounds. You were also certain there was gravel mixed into the wounds on his torso. You could also see dried blood on his face-at least on the cuts that had partially opened his mask.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to him?” You asked Miles, running a hand through your hair.

“Pushed me out of the way, which caused him to be the one to be pushed through not one, not two, but three walls.” Miles explained. You immediately thought back to what you had told Miles a month ago. He needs to do a better job keeping you safe. Whether Miles relayed that exact message to him or not, the superhero had done just that.

“I-I’m fine,” the hero grunted out, trying to sit up. You could tell he was in great pain, that it hurt to move his own body.

“You,” You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back down, “Need to lay down. You are clearly not fine. You’re the opposite of ‘fine’ right now.”  He tried to push back against your hands, which you could tell was quite the struggle based on the hiss he let out.  

“M’am, I-I appreciate your help, but I shouldn’t be here. It’s putting you in danger-“

“I already know one bug boy who regularly visits here, I doubt having two in my apartment is going to do anything besides increasing my heart rate. Now lay down.” You ordered. You didn’t have time for this. You were planning to have a nice evening that consisted of eating pasta, drinking wine, and watching the latest show on Netflix. Not become the nurse to New York’s favorite web-slinging hero.

“Yeah man, she’s not going to let you walk out of here looking like that,” Miles commented to him.

“I heal really fast. By tomorrow morning, I’ll be fine,” He argued.

“No! You have multiple wounds that need to be patched up so you don’t bleed out. From the looks of it, you also have some debris in a few of these cuts that need to be taken out as soon as possible so you don’t get an infection and you know, loose a limb or die.” You argued back. Why was he so stubborn, so adverse to the idea of someone helping him out?

“Look, this isn’t even my worse injury. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be able to swing back to my place-”

“So what’s Spider-Man like?” You asked Miles.

“Peter’s really nice. Don’t tell him I told you his name though, he would flip. Incredibly smart, like it’s insane. His web shooters? He made those himself! But he tends to keep to himself. I keep telling him he needs to get out more. Not as Spider-Man, but as…well, himself.”

“Well, I guess Spider-Man and I have that in common. Who would have thought?”

“Not exactly. You may be stubborn, but you’ll accept help and talk to people. He tends to just…keep himself in. Don’t tell him I said any of this,” Miles quickly added.

You laughed, “I won’t. I mean, I can’t, considering I don’t know the guy.”

“I can change that,” Miles said, a gleam in his eyes.

“I’m good but thanks though.”

“I’m helping you, okay? You’re hurt and need help. It’s also the least I can do to thank you, since you kept my favorite babysitting client safe,” Your voice softened, “We’ll clean and patch you up, give you some food, and then you can go home, deal?”

It was hard to read him since most of his face was still covered by the mask.

“Fine,” He grumbled, lying back down. You smiled, glad you got that argument out of the way.

“Alright, Miles where did you put that first aid kit?” You turned to see your neighbor holding it up. He laid it down on the nearby table and opened it, handing you gloves and wipes. You crouched down next to the couch so that you were at eye level with Spider-Man. That was when you realized that it would be next to impossible to clean the wounds on his face with his mask still on.

“Alright, I know you’re not going to like this, but you do need to take off the mask so we can clean those wounds on your face.” He let out a groan.

“Miles, I swear to god-“ He started and it took a lot in you not to laugh because finally someone else understand the (loveable) pain in the ass your neighbor could be sometimes.  

“Hey man, she’s safe. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I had any doubt,” Miles commented. You smiled at him, happy that your neighbor of twelve plus years still backed you up. Not that you had any doubt, but confirmation was always nice.

“Plus, I have no need to exploit your identity. I make decent money,” You told him.

An exasperated sigh came out of the hero’s mouth, along with some mumbling on how ‘if you had just taken me back to my place like I told you’, before speaking up “Fine.”

He grabbed the edge of his mask, pulling it off to reveal his face.  

Fuck.

You knew he was around your age, single, and incredibly smart but what Miles had failed to leave out was that he was also incredibly attractive. This guy was single? With that amazing bone structure, incredible hair and wow, his eyes. You normally didn’t find brown eyes attractive, but wow was he an exception.

“You…okay?” The now unmasked bug boy asked. You realized that you had been caught staring.

“Yeah, I just…. didn’t realize Spider-Man was my age,” and incredibly attractive but you could give Miles grief for leaving out that detail later. Once the friendly neighborhood web slinger was out of your apartment.

“This is going to sting, so I apologize in advance,” you said, leaning in so you could begin cleaning up the wounds on his face. Miles went back to your kitchen, filling the kettle with water. He was being unusually quiet.  You wished he’d start talking about his recent web-slinging adventures so you could be distracted from the fact that you were inches away from Spider-Man’s stupidly attractive face.

“It’s fine, this isn’t my first time.” He muttered.

“First time having someone do it for you?” You asked, trying to make small talk.

“No,” He whispered. A look of pain and sadness flashed across his face, which instantly told you to move on.

Miles’ words about how he kept to himself rang in your ears.

“He told me he lost someone a while ago. Someone he really cared about. I think that’s why he keeps to himself.”

Whoever had helped patch him up in the past was clearly not there anymore. And from what Miles had told you, it was easy to infer that he hadn’t had someone there to help in a while.

“Wait, were you about to make that pesto dish?” Miles asked. You realized that many of the ingredients were still laid out on your kitchen counter. Luckily the shrimp was still defrosting in the sink, so maybe once this was all over you could still cook. Or order takeout.

“Yes, I was until you dropped by.” You said without even looking at the kid. A small smile crept across your face.

“And you didn’t tell me?!” Miles said, feigning an offending tone.

“No, I thought I could have a normal night for once. How silly of me to expect that,” You said, giving him a wink before you diverted your attention back to your patient. You were surprised to find that his scowl had been replaced with a small smile.

“Are you the babysitter?” He asked. Because of course Miles would refer to you as ‘the babysitter’ and not your actual name.

“Yeah, I’ve known the kid since he was four. I had moved into this building when I was nineteen. He was the first person to welcome me. Can you look up so I can get the one on your chin?” you couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Moving to New York City at such a young age was scary. You probably wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Miles, his family, and many of the other residents in this building.

He lifted his chin up and wow, why was having a long neck suddenly attractive to you? Christ, you needed to focus so the dude could get out of your place and you could potentially have some peace and quiet for one night.

“Alright, looks like your face is clean. Now the rest of you,” You looked down at his chest and eyes widen again.

Shit.

“What?” He asked.

“Uh…you’re going to need to take that off. Your-your suit.” You quickly turned your attention back to your first aid kit, pretending to have trouble finding something so he didn’t see your flushed face.

“You know, usually I like to be taken out to dinner before taking off my clothes for someone,” He remarked. You looked back to see a smirk on his face. Because of course he was hot and sarcastic. Because the universe was just going to really rub it in that you probably could have been on several dates with this guy by if you had taken Miles up on his offer when he made it the first time.

“Sorry, but you’re doing my way tonight. Take your clothes off for me first, then I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?” You remarked back. You couldn’t tell if it was the wine you chugged earlier or your determination to not have a guy make you flustered in your own damn house.

He reached up to his shoulders and began pulling down the outfit, pulling it down until it was hanging off of his waist. Even with the dried blood and gashes, it was quite obvious the guy was ripped.

“Hey Miles! Can you get this guy some clothes from your place? We can make his comfortable at the very least,” You called to your neighbor, who was currently cleaning your tweezers. You figured the guy didn’t want to be half naked in a stranger’s apartment. Plus it meant his abs would be covered which would help you focus on the task at hand.

As soon as you saw the gleam in the kid’s eyes, you knew you made a terrible mistake.

“Of course! I’ll go swing by, let my parents know I’m okay, have dinner with them, and swing back!” He said, placing the tweezers on your table way too quickly.

“Just tell them you’re having dinner with me. I still need your help-“

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back with clothes for our Spidey. But MJ, I know you’re going to do a great job taking care of him!” He said, practically giddy as he ran out your door, leaving you two alone. Because of course he saw this as an opportunity to introduce you to each other and fucking took it.  

“MJ?” You turned your attention back to the way too attractive for his own good hero that was laying down on your couch.

You noticed right away his body language had changed. His eyes were so wide, you could barely see the beautiful brown color around his blown irises. He was sitting up (kind of, the best he could do given his injuries). He didn’t look worried, but more shocked? Surprised?

You laughed, “Yeah, that’s what Miles use to call me when he was a kid. Had a hard time saying my full name, so I told him he could call me by my initials, which-in case you haven’t already figured it out- are MJ.”

“You’re MJ?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes, I’m MJ. Nice to meet you, Mr. Spider-Man,” you said, sticking out your hand to break the tension. You were trying your best to ignore the intensity of his gaze. You knew you were good-looking, but no one had ever stared at you quite like that before, like they were in awe of you.  

He stuck a shaky hand out, gently grabbing it, “I-I’m P-Peter. That’s, that’s my actual name.” He managed to get out. Why was he nervous around you suddenly?

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter. Are you okay?” You asked. You could tell his mind was going through different emotions from the look on his face. You saw sadness flash through his face again, followed by….hopeful?

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I just….Miles talks about you a lot and I...I didn’t realized the neighbor he talks about was…you. MJ.” You smiled. Something about the way he said your name made your heart flutter. Usually, your rule was only Miles was allowed to call you that, but you were more than happy to make an exception for him.

You then realized that he was still holding your hand, “I should…probably get that gravel out of your torso.”

“Right right, sorry,” He stumbled, quickly dropping his hand. You grabbed your tweezers and leaned down so you were at eye level with his torso, which happened to include his abs. God, why did he have to be attractive? It made concentrating on his wounds incredibly difficult.

You two sat in silence as you focused on getting out the bits of gravel that had lodged themselves in his wounds. You occasionally looked up at him to make sure he was okay. You were met back with that intense gaze. You were usually so good at making quick remarks when people stared at you, why were you coming up blank now?

“I…I’m sorry for earlier. I was being stubborn,” He said. You looked up and smiled, shrugging your shoulders.

“I honestly don’t blame you. Miles told me you’re use to working alone, so I imagine this is a change of pace for you.”

“Yeah, working with someone again has been…an adjustment. But it’s been a nice change of pace.”

It was clear as day that this guy-Peter-clearly had been through some shit. And thanks to years of therapy, you could tell his way of coping was to keep to himself. Which was a shame, because from what Miles tells you, he sounded like a good guy.

“I mean, it’s always good to shake things up-at least that’s what my therapist tells me. Not saying you should start tapping on random women’s apartment windows when you’re injured. That would be weird and probably get you arrested,” you were relieved to hear him laugh. God, he was so cute when he smiled.

“Alright, I think I got almost all of it, just need to get this last bit,” you said, pushing back your hair that kept falling over your eyes. You were so caught up in the fact that Spider-Man was in your apartment and injured that you forgot to grab a hair tie. There was no point in grabbing one now since you were so close to being done.

“Here, let me help you,” Before you knew it, his hands were gently grazing past your cheeks, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail that was held together by his hands.

So that’s what your directors meant when they said to act as if their touch was electric.

“Thanks,” there was no hiding your smile. It was pointless to even try.

“Least I could do for the person taking care of me,” His voice was so soft and soothing. You took another look at him, smiling before you looked back down to focus on getting out the last few pieces.

“So…Miles told me you’re an actor?”

“Yes. In addition to be a neighbor and part-time nurse, I act. I’m actually about to start a new show. First time on Broadway, which is exciting,” You said. All those years of endless auditions and casting calls were finally paying off.

“Miles says you got a great voice.”

“Miles says you are incredibly smart. You’re a scientist during the day, right?” Turning the attention back onto him made you feel less self-conscious.

Peter groaned and ran a hand through his hair, “Is he just giving away identifying information about me?” You were sad about the sudden loss of contact, but you couldn’t let him know that.

“Only when he’s trying to convince me to go on a date with you,” You said. Now it was his turn to blush and boy, was his face red. “Does he do that with me, or just refers to me as his babysitter?”

He nodded his head, still covering half of his face with his hand, “Yeah, he’s reminded me several times how great you are. And that you’re single. If I had known….”

“Known what?” You interrupted, curious.

“Uh, well, if-if I had known I would have been meeting you tonight, I…..I would have cleaned up,” He said, pointing to the stubble on his face. You had a feeling that wasn’t the whole answer, but also knew that prodding would not give you your desired outcome.

“It’s fine, I like guys with stubble,” you couldn’t deny how much fun you were having making him nervous. You finished wiping the wounds-now free of gravel-and knew it was time to start covering them.

“Oh. That’s…. that’s good to know I guess.” You could tell he immediately regretted that line. It was quite clear that the guy was not used to talking to women. Which, in a way, made him more attractive? It was endearing that the guy who regularly keeps New York City safe and had fans nation-wide, had a hard time talking to someone he found cute.

“If it makes you feel better, I also turned down his offer. I don’t like the idea of blind dates. It feels weird, you know?” You said as you cut another piece of adhesive bandage to press on his chest.

“Yeah, I just…. don’t have a lot of time for that kind of stuff.”

“Don’t have time or just chose not to?” He looked startled, which made you realize how big of an accusation you were throwing him.

“Sorry, are you also a therapist in addition to being a nurse, neighbor, and actor?” He asked.

“No, I’m just someone whose therapist has told her she does the same thing. She also says it would be good for me to get out, but I’m no longer a party animal. Much rather have guys just drop in, you know?”

It was most likely the wine, but you felt a new surge of confidence. You leaned closer, partly so you could get a closer look at the cuts near his collarbone, but also so that you were now inches away from his face.

“Miles…. he’s not coming back for a while, is he?” Based on the hitch in his breath, you could tell that your plan was working.

“Oh tiger. He’s not coming back for a long time. You didn’t catch that?” Miles wasn’t subtle. You were surprised you hadn’t received a text from him, asking if the two of you had fallen in love yet.

“Tiger. Is there a reason you’re calling me that instead of…. Spider?”

“Spider doesn’t feel right.”

“But…. it’s my name.”

“A, it’s not your name. Your name is Peter. B, Tiger suits you better,” You said matter of fact.

“Are you just an expert on nicknames? Is that your superpower?” His tone was playful. It was a total departure from the absolute grump that had entered your apartment earlier.

“It is. Miles didn’t tell you that when he was trying to convince you to ask me out?” You asked, pretending to be shock as you placed another bandage on his chest.

“No, but he did tell me you make really great snickerdoodles.” You groaned and buried your face into the pillow that was propping him up. The fact that a sixteen-year-old was your best help at finding a date was sad.

“You know, for how determine that kid is when it comes to getting us in the same room, he really struggles with selling someone,” You said with a chuckle. It was then you realized that you were right next to his face. You could hear his shaky breathing and your chests were practically touching.

You felt his hand gently push some hair behind your ear, “Yeah, he failed to mention you’re an absolute knockout.” You were really glad the pillow was still covering your face so he couldn’t see your widen eyes or red face.

His hand immediately dropped from your hair, “I’m sorry, that was way out of line. You’re just….really, really amazing and-”

“You know,” You sat up, essentially straddling his waist which got him to shut up, “I think if we told Miles that we kissed, he might leave us alone for day. Maybe two.”

Getting him to laugh felt so good. Maybe it was the fact that you were once in a similar boat or just a strong hunch, but something told you he hadn’t laughed like this in a long time.

“But it’s not good to lie. It kinda goes against the whole morally good superhero shtick,” He said, pushing hair out of your face.

“Who said we would be lying?” You bit your lower lip, hoping it would get your message across.

Thank God it did. He leaned up to close the gap between your lips and his and fuck, his lips were soft. Your hands found a place in his hair, desperate to find a way to deepen the kiss. You felt one of his hands gently place itself on the back of your neck, the other gripping the edge of your t shirt because he too was desperate to keep this going. Despite how much he stuttered and stumbled around you, he was a surprisingly good kisser.

“Hey guys, I’m back with-OH.” You regrettably broke away, so you could turn your attention to your door. Standing there was matchmaker of the year, Miles Morales with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Don’t you dare act surprised, this is exactly what you wanted to happen,” You quipped before he could get a word in. You could feel Peter’s large hands resting on your waist and you were really regretting giving Miles a key to your place.

“I….I brought clothes,” Your neighbor said, holding up a pair of sweatpants and shirt that he probably stole from his dad.

“Great, Peter can shower and change and while he’s doing that, you’ll help me make dinner and we can eat”

“I already ate-“

“You’re helping me make dinner,” You repeated, giving him a knowing look that you had perfected from years of babysitting the kid.

“I-I don’t want to overstay my welcome. You’ve done enough already-“ Why couldn’t this guy take a hint? You wouldn’t have kissed him like that if you didn’t want him to stay.

“But it’s part of the deal, remember? You took your clothes off, I fixed you up, we kissed, and now you can be taken out to dinner. Also my shower is one of the very few that is actually easy to figure out how to operate and it’s quite lovely if I do say so myself.”

“Are you saying I smell?” He asked with rather cheeky smile on his face. He absentmindedly began to move the hand he had on your back up and down, in little circles. It was such a soft, gentle gesture you were surprised you didn’t melt.

“I work in theatre. Unfortunately, I have smelled way worse. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather take a shower and change into clean clothes after going through a wall. Unless you want to just walk around my place shirtless-“

“Should I leave?”

“No Miles, because I’ve been waiting years to make you uncomfortable,” You smirked as you got up from Peter’s lap to walk over and grab the clothes from Miles, “Be careful what you wish for.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t complain. I just want to make that known.” You stuck your tongue out before walking back to Peter, bending over to hand him the clothes and give a kiss on an unscratched check of his because why the hell not.

He took the clothes, but not without a big, almost goofy, smile on his face.

“I’ll let you know if your shower is as intuitive as you claim it be,” He said, standing up.

“I look forward to it. Go down the hall and take a left, first door you’ll see.” You turned around because if you didn’t, you would probably kiss him again and while you loved to tease Miles, you didn’t want the boy traumatized.

You walked over to the kitchen to join your neighbor, who was giving you a knowing smile. You put a finger to your lips, and motioned to Peter, who was almost out of view. You waited until he was gone completely and you could hear the sound of your shower running before you let out a small squeal.

“And just think, if you hadn’t been so stubborn this could have happened sooner,” Miles told you as you buried your face into your hands. You felt like you were sixteen again, which was ridiculous because a guy you just met shouldn’t make you feel that way.

“Well, if we end up getting married, you can give a speech about how you’re the reason we’re all there,” You said as you moved over to the sink to focus on the shrimp that was now completely defrosted.

“Can I do a mic drop at the end of the speech?”

“No Miles.”

“Can I pretend to?”

“Sure,” There was no containing your smile.  You didn’t know where this was going and for once, that didn’t scare you like it would have in the past. The only thing you knew for certain was that you were incredibly thankful to be home tonight.

[bts-bay-bee]

labs

Pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3391

Warnings: college!au, they’re paired for group work (ew), cursing, y/n is kind of uptight about their experiment (she cares about her academics, okay?), choking, a tiny bit of dry humping, use of the word “whore” but in a nice way, like “my pretty whore”, finger sucking, orgasm denial, spit kink (only a tiny bit because my dumb ass forgot to add that because I was so focused on the prompts – I’m sorry!), edging, unprotected sex, crying kink (sorry, I project), multiple orgasms, angry neighbours, unprotected sex, cum eating

Prompts: 1 (“You think your fingers will make you cum better than my cock?”), 5 (“Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?”), 16 (“How about to stop eye-fucking me and start actually fucking me?”), 18(“You’re so sexy when you think you’re right.”)

Request: @sxtaep​

A/N: I apologize in advance for the tiny bit of chemical engineering. I also apologize because this fic is very self-indulgent, but I suppose you already saw that from the word count. (This is also a hot mess but I really want to post something, sorry)

Jeon Jungkook was quite literally, irrevocably, the bane of your existence, so of course he’d be assigned as your lab partner. To make matters worse, the group list was quite clear: this was not just for the semester – but rather the entire year. An entire year of his bullshit.

 “Jungkook, you’re opening the wrong valve,” You said through gritted teeth, clutching your pen in your hand, hovering over your data collection sheet. He turned around, eyebrow raised perfectly over his safety goggles, tattooed hand still opening the wrong valve.

 “You’re so sexy when you think you’re right, Y/N.” He teased, throwing a wink over his shoulder before turning back to the piping system in front of him.

 “I don’t think I’m right; I know I am. That valve has been broken since last semester. The technicians told us to use the main valve to shut the system off.” You snapped, throwing your supplies onto the nearest flat surface to shut the offending valve. “I swear, I should’ve just done the entire thing myself –”

 “But what about spending time with me?” He pouted, grabbing your wrist in an attempt to bring you closer to him.

 “And why would I want to spend time with you?” You laughed sarcastically, snatching your hand back, inspecting the data you collected – probably all useless since Jungkook had been opening and closing the wrong thing for the past hour. “Having you in class is more than what I need to see of you.”

 “You say that now, but we both know you miss me when I’m not around.” Jungkook said smugly, taking the page out of your hand and looking at it himself. Staring at him in disbelief, you quickly glared at him when you saw the sun setting. Great. An entire afternoon wasted in this stupid lab with your stupid lab partner for this stupid experiment –

 “How about to stop eye-fucking me and start actually fucking me?” He murmured, leaning down, close enough to kiss you if either of you moved in the wrong direction.

 “This is a look of disdain, not desire.” You clarified, snatching back the data page, too invested in the figures to catch his frown. “This is all wrong, we don’t have enough time to fix it –”

 “Just come in again tomorrow.” He shrugged, tugging on your sleeve to bring you closer to him. “It’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

 “It’s not a big deal for you, I’m the one who has to figure out the calculations and then still write up the report.”

 “It’s not like you’re alone, I’ll be working on it too. Plus, I know what equations we need –”

 “Like you knew which valve to open?” You scoffed, begrudgingly accepting your backpack from him, stuffing it with your lab coat and goggles. Ignoring you, he opened the door to the lab, allowing you to step out before closing the door behind him. “How did you even end up as my lab partner? I’m pretty sure I saw Jaehyun’s name next to mine before the new pairings were posted –”

 “It’s a long story,” He murmured, waving it off, seemingly irritated with mention of his friend’s name. “But I’d be happy to recall it over coffee –”

 Cutting him off with a groan, you ignored the way he looked over at you, licking his lips at the sound. “Jungkook. We wasted an entire afternoon, someone needs to go do a literature review, since we couldn’t get the data, and I can guarantee you won’t be volunteering to do this. Just let me get work done.”

 Seeing you stomping away from him, Jungkook sighed, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach… Maybe this time he had gone too far with trying to get a reaction out of you. Afterall, he knew the valve was broken – he was the one who had seen Namjoon sheepishly walk away after informing the technician of his misdeed – but the prospect of spending an extra afternoon with you seemed heavenly, even if you were beyond stressed and trapped in a too hot, too loud, too cramped lab.

 Pouting without realizing, he turned on his heel, shrugging on his lab coat as he entered the building without you.

 *

 Knocking impatiently, you waited for Jungkook to open up his room door, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall. You were too tired, exhausted even, to berate Jungkook for making you come to his apartment when he very well knew you were trying to make up for his mistake.

 Pulling back the door, you wanted to check him out properly, the grey sweatpants clinging to his muscular thighs almost made you drool, but you knew that if he caught you looking, you would never hear the end of it. Walking past him, you sat down in his living room, noticing that he had been busy on some spreadsheet.

 “So, I need to confess something.” He started, locking the front door and sitting next to you, his knee knocking into your own. Side eyeing him, you tried not to let your worry show; something major must be wrong if he had asked to meet you in person, and not spam your phone like he usually does.

 “The experiment today, I –”

 “Jungkook, please, can we not talk about that mess.”

 “I knew I messed up.” He mumbled, looking down. “I did it on purpose. I didn’t realize you were so stressed until we spoke after.”

 Stunned, you stared at him, blinking but not saying anything.

 “I just… I don’t know.” He continued, sighing. “Obviously we would have to redo it, I just didn’t think you’d hate spending an afternoon with me that much. I wanted to spend more time with you, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

 Still stunned and confused, you didn’t utter a word as he pulled his laptop closer to him, beckoning you closer as he showed you what he had been working on.

 “I went back in and redid it. Everything fits the hypothesis. We just need to do a discussion based on the findings and conclude, then we’re done until next semester.”

 Finally finding your words, you found yourself speaking softly, surprisingly not only yourself but Jungkook as well.

 “Jungkook, that lab took forever, what time did you get back home?”

 Shrugging, he put his laptop back on the coffee table, not meeting your gaze.

 “I’m really sorry for wasting your time.” He mumbled. “I won’t bother you again –”

 “I don’t hate spending time with you.” You blurted, interrupting him. Finally looking at you, he swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. “It’s just… I’d prefer not limiting our alone time to when we have to do a project together. Or when we have important assignments to submit the next day. And especially not when we’re stuck in the lab. That place brings out the worst parts of me.”

 Snorting, Jungkook tried to hold back his retort. But failed. “I know, it’s like you turn into a dragon – ow! Y/N, seriously –”

 *

 For the love of all things holy (or however the saying goes), you do not know how you ended up in this situation. One minute you were clicking on the submit button, lab write up finally done, looking forward to celebrating finally being done with the semester, and the next you were faced with an irate Jungkook.

 “What is your issue?” You hissed, looking at him incredulously as he closed both your laptops, jaw clenched.

 “You keep teasing me, you have been for three days, and you expect me not to be pissed?” He scoffed. “You’re fucking stretching and whining and shoving everything I can’t have in my face, and you expect me not to be pissed?”

 “I wasn’t whining, I was just stretching, we’ve been sitting here for hours –”

 “You were arching your back!” Jungkook argued, pushing his hair back in frustration. Okay, fine, maybe you did moan when you stretched, but it’s not as if you were flashing him or something. Maybe you were pushing him to snap. Maybe you were close to getting exactly what you wanted.

 “Arching my back?” You sighed, as if this conversation bored you. You wondered if he noticed your crossed legs. Or if he noticed you had (purposefully) not pulled up your lowcut shirt when it slipped lower on your chest. “Jungkook, please, stop seeing things that aren’t happening.”

 “They are happening,” He scowled. “You’ve been doing this for days, Y/N. It’s like you’re begging me to take you across the closest available flat surface.”

 “And if I am?” You smirked, making him sigh through his nose as he closed his eyes, jaw clenching further. “What if I want you to take what you want? Take whatever you want, without asking, without needing to ask?”

 Standing abruptly, he caged you against his desk, trying to control his breathing. When he opened his eyes, you saw his pupils were dilated, a dead give away of his arousal.

 “Is that what you want from me?” He whispered, index finger trailing over your exposed collarbone, barely touching you. Although faint, his touch sent a ripple of shivers through you, making his gaze turn even more predatory. “To take whatever I want? To treat you like nothing more than some toy?”

 Biting your lip, you raised your eyebrow at him. An invitation to do whatever he wanted.

 Grabbing your neck harshly, he pushed you flat against his desk, his free hand coming up to clutch your hair, making sure you wouldn’t move as he forced your mouth open with his own, sucking greedily on your tongue. He tasted like coffee and chocolate, the snacks he had so graciously brought out for you, wanting to keep you satiated while you purposefully teased him, purposely pissed him off.

 Raising his knee, he pressed it against your core, letting you grind down on it. Feeling you hump his knee, he chuckled darkly, pressing into your cunt harder, feeding off of your tiny whines.

 “Oh, baby, you’re getting off on this?” He scoffed; amusement clear in his tone. “My pretty, little whore can get off from just humping my leg? How fucking pathetic.”

 His words washed over you with shame, but you knew he was right – Jungkook was just one of those people who could be sexy doing the most mundane things. As much as you hate to admit it, you enjoyed it when was asked to do any manual labour in the labs; muscles bulging through his lab coat, toned muscles barely contained by his jeans, as he helped someone open a particularly stubborn valve. Even better when he had to jump up onto a raised platform – putting him at the perfect height to grab you by the back of the neck and fuck your throat for any and everybody to see. Speaking of which –

 “Want to suck your cock,” You mumbled, dazed as you continued to press your core against his thigh. “Please, need your cock in my mouth.”

 “Do you deserve my cock, baby?” He asked, insincere sweetness dripping from his lips. “Do you think this lying, teasing, mouth deserves my cock?”

 “But I want it,” You cried, pleasure ebbing from your body as he lessened the pressure his thigh expended on your core. Pinning your hips to the wooden table, he forced you to deal with barely-there pleasure. “Please, I’ll be good for you.”

 “But what if I want to fuck your little pussy?” He asked, veiny hands trailing over the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling them down to find your light pink panties. Balling your pants up and throwing it at random, he began softly caressing you through the flimsy material. “What if I want to fuck my baby stupid? Make you beg me to stop when you can’t take my whole cock, hmm? What then?”

 “Want that too.” You mumbled, eyes half-closed from need. “Want everything you want to do to me.”

 “Well, we won’t be doing anything,” He breathed, “Not until you soak your panties for me, okay baby?”

 “No, please fuck me, I can take you now,” You mumbled, struggling to not just continue humping his knee until you cum. “I’m so wet for you, Jungkook, please.”

 “If you’re so wet for me, how come only this tiny bit of your panties are wet then?” He murmured, outlining the small, but growing, wet patch on your panties, making you squirm. “No, Y/N, I want you to soak my dick when I fuck you, need you to be dripping for me, okay?”

 “s’gonna take too long.” Whining, you were two seconds away from tears. “I want you now.”

 “I don’t care what you want.” Jungkook smiled, cheeks making an eye-smile as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you choke slightly as he pushed it in further. “Now shut the fuck up, and grind on my thigh. Be my good girl, Y/N.”

 *

 “Please, please, I’m close – I’m gonna cum, Jungkook –”

 “Nuh-uh, not yet, sweetheart,” He crooned, ripping away his fingers over your clit at the last moment, just barely preventing your orgasm. You were so close this time, it felt like you were just about to fall off the edge and he had abruptly yanked you off the ledge.

 Tears of frustration dripped down your cheeks, as he grinned at your ruined panties, now thoroughly soaked with your arousal. Letting you recover for a second, his fingers went back to your still-clothed clit, rubbing tiny circles, hard and fast.

 Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, you felt yourself leak more arousal. You hated how empty you felt; core aching to be filled, stuffed to the brim with his cock, his fingers, anything he would give you. After being edged for so long, it didn’t take much to have you speeding towards the precipice of euphoria,

 “I just – want to – cum, please!” You panted, trying to rip your wrists out of his hand, planning to finger yourself if he pulled away again. You deserved an orgasm after being denied so long, and at this point you didn’t care if it came from him or you. You just needed a release. “I swear, Jungkook, I’ll fuck myself if you stop now –”

 Openly laughing, he pulled away, holding your wrists tighter as you struggled against him. “And how exactly are you going to do that, sweetheart?”

 “I have fingers,” You snapped, continuously struggling against him, tears still flowing down your cheeks out of desperation. You felt as if you would fall apart at the seams if you didn’t get your release soon, desperation gripping every inch of you. “I want to cum and if you won’t let me, then let me finish myself off –”

 “You think your fingers will make you cum better than my cock?” He whispered, his free hand, unbeknownst to you, pulling his sweats down, pulling his aching length out, tugging on it a few times. “You think anything you do can make you feel better than I can?”

 He didn’t care for an answer, instead pulling your panties aside, sliding his length right inside, the stretch making you both moan. Grinding his entire length into you, he made sure he was as deep in as he could be, ignoring the way you gasped for air repeatedly.

 “Can your fingers reach this deep, baby?” He asked sweetly, muscles bulging, hand squeezing his wrists tightly before quickly letting go, instead finding solace on your throat, without squeezing. “Hmm? No? Of course, it can’t. You need my cock to make you feel like this, yeah?”

 Mumbling nonsense, you tried grinding against him, desperate for any type of friction that you were able to get with the limited space to move. Wearing a genuine smile, Jungkook kissed your forehead as he saw how blissed out you were, almost content with just being filled with his length. Almost.

 “Please,” You mumbled, kissing and sucking tiny marks onto his skin. “Please, anything –”

 “Who would’ve thought you could be fucked dumb?” He teased, barely pulling out, his own muscles tensing as your core gripped his length, not wanting to part from it. “Such a greedy pussy, babe, doesn’t want to let me pull out.”

 Consciously unclenching around his cock, he pulled out completely, rubbing the head over your clit, causing even more tears of frustration to leak down your cheeks, a whimper involuntarily leaving you.

 Almost as if a flipped had switched in him, he began thrusting into you hard, thumb running under your eye, gathering your tears on one side, kissing them away on the other.

 “You look so fucking cute when you cry.” He murmured, kissing the corner of your lips as your hands gripped his biceps, his hair, anything you could get your hands on. “Wanted to make you cry from my cock for the longest time, Y/N.”

 “I wanted you for so long,” You gasped, nails leaving tiny indents on his skin as he began rubbing circles on your clit. Your denied orgasm reared its head again, making your voice higher, breathes faster. “I want you so spit in my mouth – fuck, please, harder! Please, I want you deeper –”

 “Deeper? Harder? Think your little pussy can take it?” he snapped, hand once again wrapped around your throat, pinning you down with a single hand. You gasped, not expecting him to actually give it to you. Using his free hand, he held your chin, making sure your lips were parted enough to let the rivulet of spit fall into your mouth, only barely making a mess. This pushed you over the edge and within moments he had forced you to reach your orgasm, finally letting you cum on his length.

 Muscles spasming, you whined, moaned his name so loud that you heard someone in the other dorm angrily hit their shared wall. Ignoring them, he kissed you deep, swallowing your moans, taking your breath away, leaving you gasping for air.

 He fucked you through the entire thing, never once faltering, even when you wrapped your legs around him, wanting him to never leave your core. His thrusts turned more into grinding as his own high approached, deft thumb still rubbing over your clit, the constant stimulation making your already sensitive core spasm again, orgasm leaving you full on crying.

 Without realizing, you had clenched so hard when you came, his cock had been pushed out, something that made him curse, immediately lining up his leaking length to your cunt. Pushing inside, ignoring your gasps and spasming muscles, he groaned,

 “I know, baby, I’m almost there, I promise.”

 “Want your cum, please,” You whispered, having no energy for anything other than to be used as his toy. “Want every drop, anywhere you want to, just want your cum –”

 Your pleads were drowned out by his curses, quickly pulling out and jerking off until his cum pooled on your stomach, the sheer amount threatening to spill over onto his desk, especially as you took in deep breathes, attempting to recover from your high.

 Leaning down, he kissed you sweetly, as if he hadn’t been telling you how fuckable you look when you cry, and you felt his fingers trailing over the warm cum on your skin, scooping some up and pressing his fingers into your mouth, simultaneously dropping more spit into your mouth.

 Twisting your fingers in his hair, you refused to let him part from you, only letting him go far enough to gather more of his cum from your stomach, alternating between sucking his fingers clean and swallowing his spit.

 When he had successfully cleaned your skin, he tried pulling away, tiny giggles bubbling from him when you whined.

 “Come on, we need to take a shower.”

 “I don’t have clean clothes,” You mumbled, leaning up, trying to get his lips on your own again.

 “Use mine.” He sighed, exasperatedly, his eyes full of amusement. “Let’s go, I want to get us cleaned up so we can watch a movie.”

 “But I want to keep kissing you!” You sighed back, using his tone against him. His skin heated, refusing to look you in the eyes.

 “I promise I’ll kiss you more later, I just want to spend some time with you which doesn’t entail us bending over a desk.”

[stylesparker]

A Lover’s Touch

PAIRING: Regulus Black x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

A/N: TOUCH STARVED REG I THINK YES. I think this is probably the spiciest thing I have potentially written, so I think I’d say at least 16+ for a part of the fic. Not the whole ordeal, but I’m still giving a warning since there is a little dirty talk.

He wishes this dreadful feeling would go away. It almost feels like a knot in his chest that he can’t get rid of, it just sticks around until it decides to go by itself. It only ever really decides to leave when you’re around.

Somehow, just your presence unravels the knot and settles his mind at peace. When you take him into your arms and just hold him in your lap, that makes him feel like this is what life should be. Life should be filled with peace and happiness, and a lover who can provide you with that. He would say family too, but he lost all hope of that a long time ago.

Regulus has come to understand that somehow, he brings the same comfort to you that you do him. Somehow, his touch alone will calm your cries and settle your mind at peace too. Neither of you know how you stayed just friends for so long after you met, since it had been obvious to everyone (except the two of you of course) how in love the two of you were with one another, even from the very beginning. He battled with his mind for so long, convincing himself that he wasn’t worthy of your love or you deserved better. But how you had completely proved him wrong.

He thinks about this now as he sits back against the headboard of his bed. Ever since he woke up this morning, he’s had this… itch. He doesn’t know how to describe it, it’s like every time he sees you, his whole body just starts buzzing to be close to you. You haven’t had much time together the past month from tests, so he’s wondering if he’s just missing you. But, this is different. He’s missed you before and he’s never felt so jittery or nervous?

He fiddles with his fingers, replaying the last time he truly got to touch you. Run his fingers along your soft skin, or bury his face in your neck. Kiss your face, down to your chest, down the middle of your stomach, down…

His eyes snap open, and he groans loudly, turning over and stuffing his face in his a pillow. “Stop,” he mutters to himself. He doesn’t really understand why he feels so guilty, after all you are his partner.

This is the moment that the door to his room opens with a click, and your figure peeks around the corner looking into the room. You scan the room, your eyes immediately finding the lump on the bed, making your mouth curve into a small smile. “Reg?” You say quietly, just in case he was asleep.

Your heart flutters as his face pops up out of the pillows, his curls bouncing cutely on the top of his head. He sits up on the edge of the bed, urging you forward towards him. You take a couple steps, finding yourself in his embrace as his arms come around your waist and his head rests gently on your stomach. You quickly notice that something is off, since his head is almost trying to burrow itself into you, and the smallest of whimpers escape him.

Your hand gently lifts his chin, your other hand scratching his head. It’s like he melts into your touch, almost sighing in relief. “What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, huh?” you asked ever so softly.

Regulus groans, shaking his head, averting his gaze from you once again. With a sigh, you pull away from him, only to settle yourself on top of his lap, which makes him suck in a deep breath.

“Baby,” you cradle his face gently, “you wanna tell me what’s going on or do I have to pull it out of you?” He looks at you for a long moment. His eyes so full of love and admiration, it makes you turn to jelly and want to curl up in his arms. He can’t help himself when he leans forward, kissing you and taking your breath away. As soon as he parts from you, he’s kissing you again, softly this time. His hands squeeze your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his lips move to the side of your neck.

“Just- I just want you to touch me,” he whines, “please.”

“Touch you?” You question. Regulus suddenly sucks harshly on a spot of your neck that always has you turning into a puddle for him, his fingertips digging into the bottom of your ass as you shift on top of him. “Oh, touch you like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he pulls away quickly, shaking his head in front of you. “I shouldn’t-”

“Why not?” You ask gently. “It’s okay, we haven’t had much time together lately. It’s normal.”

“Normal to be thinking of you every single second of the day? Thinking of how I just want to kiss every inch of your body and bury myself between your thighs?” He smirks when he sees you swallow visibly at his words, and your hips starting to squirm.

“Regulus-” you moan.

“Baby, just touch me, yeah? While I touch you, I just wanna be close.” His nose nuzzles against yours, making you lean closer and breath erratically against his mouth. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you nod vehemently, your hands that were at his shoulders slide down his body to his stomach, resting gently there. You decide to follow your gut, pushing him gently back onto the bed so he looks up at you as your hands glide softly over his shirt. He breaths deeply, nodding his head allowing you to peel the shirt off his body.

After he follows after you, taking your own shirt off, you lay there, breathing heavily on top of him. His hands rub gentle circles on your waist, and your hands rest against his chest, rising and falling with the beat of his heart. You don’t know if it’s just from you’re bad day, or if you’re overwhelmed from finally seeing Regulus again, but you can’t help the small tears from escaping the corners of your eyes. You bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice your change in mood. But unfortunately, he did, since he always does. His brows furrow in confusion, sitting up with you still curled on his lap.

“I’m sorry,” you shake your head quickly, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry-”

“Honey, you don’t have to apologize, what’s going on?” He inquired softly.

You sniffle, “I just… I needed you. S-So bad, and like, I have you now so I think I’m just a bit overwhelmed.”

“Oh, baby,” he leans down, lifting your chin with the tip of his finger, “like you told me, it’s normal. We all have feelings, and you should never apologize for them. I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t how I was expecting the night to go, but I’d really like to share a bath with you. How does that sound?”

You giggled quietly, rubbing your now runny nose. Your forehead hits his shoulder, staying there a moment before you uttered, “I would like that very much.”

Now Regulus thinks this is the most peace you’ve felt together in a long while. He doesn’t feel so jittery or nervous anymore as your body leans against his in the tub, your back to his chest. He feels relieved, like a weight had been lifted or a heavy rock was taken off his chest. The warm, bubbly water smells really nice as it surrounds you, cleaning off your skin after a long day.

He never really took baths before you came into his life, but dang does he have to admit these do really feel nice.

“My love?” You hum in response, “You feeling any better?”

“Much,” you whisper, shifting slightly but one of your hands takes a hold of his, bringing it close to your chest. You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss his knuckles softly, rubbing his other hand with your thumb under the water. It almost makes him sleepy, wanting to just lay his head back and fall right to sleep. But his head falls forward right onto your shoulder, kissing your neck a couple times before he nuzzles into you. 

“You made me feel better, too.” he whispers. 

“Yeah?” You turn your head as much as you can to see him, looking at him as he lifts his head and nods, his eyes a little droopy from being tired.

“Yeah, just.. having you around is enough to fix everything.” 

You lip juts out in awe, wanting to coo at him and kiss him all over his face for making you melt as you just did. 

“Sometimes you just know exactly what to say,” you gush, “you never fail to make me so happy, ya’ know that?” He grins widely, his pale cheeks slightly blushing. You laugh and turn around in his hold, kissing both sides of his face before you finally land one on his lips. 

“Wait, sometimes?”

[spideyharrington]

Insufferable

summary: based off this request! “Hi can I request a Theseus x reader where she is newt’s assistant and can’t really stand him because of his demenaur but then she gets to spend time with him and get to know him and they kind of bond,ends in fluff”

warnings: Banter from theseus but y/n doesn’t quite realize that and maybe being a bit too rude to him, other than that it’s just y/n rolling her eyes at him, tending to newts creatures, newt trying to ignore them, and then fluff where theseus is just being an adorable human and showing his hufflepuffness(?)

A/N: my first request ever. i’m so excited for this it was such a fun plot and i’m glad to finally write for theseus! i hope the time jumps aren’t annoying. i wasn’t entirely sure how to do this without it being incredibly long 😖 even tho it’s definitely still one of my longest ones. i hope anon likes it and anyone else reading :D

ALSO i did not proof read this so i’ll probably do that sometime in the late afternoon and edit anything i need to 😅

word count: 2.3k

You’ve been Newt’s assistant with his creatures for a little over a year now. You’d met Theseus a few times before, but now him and Newt were doing some sort of mission together which lead to him just staying at Newt’s place. You obviously weren’t going to complain because you were only Newt’s assistant. You weren’t about to tell him you didn’t want his own brother to stay in his own house just because he got on your nerves a tad. But, Merlin were you tempted at times.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up early to go start caring for the creatures in the case before anyone else was up, even Newt. You hadn’t meant to wake up so early but once you did, there was no falling back asleep. Needless to say, you were already in a not so great mood, so you were a bit relieved to have some alone times with the creatures. That is until Theseus so rudely decided to walk into the case about an hour after you had started working.

“Good morning darling. You’re up quite early. Even Newt is still sound asleep.” He raised an eyebrow at you and gave you that famous smirk that apparently works on everyone but you.

“Not now Theseus,” you answered bitterly without turning around from the mooncalfs you were feeding, “and don’t you ever call me darling.”

“Well someone’s woke up on the wrong side of the bed now haven’t we?”

Now you turned around to look at him and give him the most unamused face you possibly could. Just for him to give you an annoying crooked smile.

You were about to go off on him until your eyes went to the stairs and saw Newt very slowly coming into the case, eyes darting between you and Theseus to make sure he’s not imposing on anything important.

“Oh thank Merlin,” you mumbled under your breath, “Newt please tell your brother to let me get back to work.”

Newt looked at Theseus as he scratched the back of his head, “Y/N why are you down here so early?”

“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep so i decided to start on things a bit early today. Is that alright?” Theseus furrowed his brows at how much softer your town was with Newt. Were you really in a bad mood today or was it just because he was around?

“Of course that’s alright. But… I do think you deserve a day off. It seems you’ve been doing most of the work down here for about two weeks now. I can handle them from here for today,” he nervously smiled at you through his hair, scared he’d annoy you further than his brother already has.

“That’s very kind of you Newt but I promise I’m alright to help y-“

“No he’s right,” Theseus cut you off, “if anyone deserves the day off it’s you. I think you should take it.” He was being genuine but you hadn’t noticed. You were too busy glaring at him. Ooh if looks could kill…

“What’s your angle Scamander?” You stared the older brother straight in the eyes as you looked at him skeptically.

Theseus chuckled, finding it cute when you angrily called him by his last name, “angle? Why would I have an angle darling?”

“I told you not to call me- You know what?” you held the bridge of your nose trying to calm yourself down, “I am going to take the day off. Thank you Newt,” you smiled at him before going up the stairs that he was still frozen on.

Theseus started to head up the stairs shortly after, only to be stopped by Newt, “maybe you should just leave her be today Theseus,” he tried to say sternly while staring at the ground with one hand on his brothers chest to keep him there while he talked.

Theseus looked at him slightly confused, before chuckling, “I’ll make sure to tell her you tried your best.”

Newt shook his head in annoyance. If he kept this up they were going to have to stay somewhere else for the rest of their mission. Merlin only knows how much longer Y/N will be able to put up with his shenanigans.

To yours and Newts surprise, Theseus actually left you alone majority of the day. The only other time he bothered you was when you all had dinner together, which had become a nightly ritual since their mission began.

It was comfortably silent until, of course, Theseus opened his mouth, “Y/N you really should sit up a bit more straight.”

Newt stared at his soup while your mouth fell open and you stared at Theseus in disbelief, “I beg your pardon? Are you seriously trying to tell me I’m sitting wrong?”

Theseus looked shocked at your reaction, “no- I- Well, yes but I didn’t-“

Now it was your turn to cut him off, “no, you know what? I’m so tired of you criticizing everything I do ever since you got here,” you dropped your spoon in your, luckily, empty bowl with a loud clank, “not to mention you never give your poor brother a break. All he does is care for his creatures and everyone around him, including you, and all you do is tell him how he should be joining the ministry when he clearly doesn’t want to! And you joke far too much. He clearly doesn’t understand half of the time, and to be quite frank it’s not entirely his fault. You don’t have a very distinct difference in your ‘i’m being sarcastic’ versus your ‘i’m being serious’ tone.”

Newt’s eyes were wide and his eyebrows disappeared into his hair. Yet all Theseus did was chuckle. And if you weren’t already furious with his attitude, that really set you off.

“You are so insufferable!” You yell at him as you put your dishes in the sink loudly and make your way back into the case, knowing the creatures could calm you down.

Theseus stood up and Newt stopped him immediately, again. But this time he looked his brother in the eyes, “Leave her alone Theseus. I really mean it. I have never heard her yell like that. Not even when Teddy broke her favorite necklace.”

Theseus clenched his jaw before running his hand over his face, looking clearly guilty, “I’m sorry Newt.”

Newt raised his brows at him in confusion.

“I don’t mean to come off so… Insufferable, as Y/N put it. I only want the best for you, you know that.”

Newt nodded his head quickly, “trust me I know you don’t have any cruel intentions. I did grow up with you harassing me constantly,” they both chuckled, “but she didn’t. And to other people you definitely do seem to come off as a bit overbearing.”

Theseus nodded in understanding, “can you really not tell the difference between my joking and my serious voice?”

Newt laughed nervously, “I can usually figure it out. Just not always in that moment.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A couple days later you were helping feed the baby nifflers when one of them spat up all over your shirt. You groaned and put it back with the others after cleaning it up.

“Go change,” Newt tried not to chuckle but failed. Luckily you laughed too.

“I’ll be right back,” you ran up stairs and changed quickly, grabbing the first shirt you saw so you could get back to Newt and finish your tasks for the day.

Once you were done with your tasks, Newt stayed in the case for a bit to do some work on his book. You were headed for the couch when you saw Theseus standing in a doorway staring at you. You stared back. You stared at each other for a solid minute before you asked, “Can I help you with something?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended.

“Yeah. Why are you wearing my shirt?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the doorway, arms crossed with a smile of amusement on his face.

“What? I’m not wearing your-“ you looked down and noticed that the shirt was unusually large on you. Why hadn’t Newt said anything? “I’m so sorry Theseus! I rushed to change after a baby niffler spat up on me and I grabbed the first shirt i saw but I swear i thought it was mine i didn’t mean to steal your cl-“

“Y/N,” he chuckled, a genuine smile on his face, “it’s alright. I didn’t think you were intentionally trying to steal my clothes. Although, I suppose you could be slowly stealing my shirts one by one until I run out and I’m forced to walk around shirtless-“ you threw the closest pillow to you at him, trying to make your face not turn red but failing miserably.

He threw his hands up in surrender, “alright alright, I’m just messing with you. Geez,” he shook his head in mock offense and you laughed. You laughed at something he did, “are you feeling alright?” He was really only half joking.

You tilted your head before he added, “you actually laughed. Out loud. To me.”

You rolled your eyes and started to head to your room to change, “careful Scamander, you’re still on thin ice. And also now on the verge of never getting this shirt back. It’s quite soft.”

Theseus smiled to himself. Damnit why did you have to have such a cute laugh and look so cute in his comically oversized shirt?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been about another week and you and Theseus were slowly starting to get along better. You started understanding his sarcasm better, after Newt so nicely explained that he’s only like that with people he cares about, and his smirk has started to work on you. Not that you’d ever admit that to him or even Newt.

That morning, Newt had to run an errand and left you in charge of the creatures, which he has done plenty of times with no problems. Except for today. Today you managed to let a small occamy escape the case. You immediately started panicking and bolted out of the case trying to find it. After about five minutes of looking, you couldn’t find her. You started screaming for Theseus and he came bolting into the room, wanda ready for danger. He looked around to see that no one was there but you. He noticed your extremely panicked breathing and ran over and grabbed your shoulders, looking you in the eyes, “darling what’s the matter?” He hadn’t meant to use the nickname outside of his playful tone but it slipped out and you were too panicked to notice right now anyway.

“The- One of the occamy’s got out and i can’t find her- If I don’t find her Newt will never forgive me and i’ll feel so awful for losing track of such a beautiful creature…” You trailed off, suddenly realizing how close Theseus was and how it was not helping slow your heartbeat any. You looked in his eyes, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He very suddenly hugged you and you stood frozen for a moment. Newt had mentioned he was a bit of a hugger but you thought he was joking at this point.

“I’ll help you. We’ll find her I promise,” you hugged him back lightly before you both went looking for the critter.

You had split up into different rooms when you heard Theseus let out an odd… Squeal? You jogged to the room he was in, only to see the little occamy curled up in his hands. You stared, mouth somewhere between a smile and hung open in shock at the sight before you. Not only did the occamy trust him enough to hold her and pet her, but he was petting her so gently and had such a wide smile on his face. He was even talking to her and she made little sounds back at him.

Theseus looked up and questioned your expression, “she doesn’t even let me hold her…”

“Well she just has good taste I suppose.”

You scoffed, “yeah right, Scamander.”

He smiled at the name you used to use when you were angry at him, but that you now use to banter back.

You both went back into the case to put the occamy where she belonged. You turned around to thank Theseus again and apologize for being so dramatic about it, but you slipped on water you spilled earlier and had forgotten to clean up. You were going to land face first on the ground if Theseus hadn’t been right in front of you. He held onto your arms for quite a bit longer than necessary as he stared into hour eyes, keeping you in a trance of sorts.

You searched his eyes as your heartbeat quickened. You were thrown off when you heard Theseus chuckle, “I think your heart may explode-“

“Oh shut up Scamander,” you pulled him in for a kiss, throwing him off for once, which made you smirk into it.

Newt had come back and was walking into the case, before pausing and turning around, for he was interrupting this time, “about time,” he muttered to himself.

“I knew you were into me. I mean, c’mon. Who could resist me,” he wriggled his eye brows making you laugh, “you still owe me a shirt by the way…”

“You truly are insufferable, you know?” you playfully hit him at his suggestive tone, and me smiled his ridiculously handsome smile.

[myherokatsuki]

THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART TWO

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, a little steamy make out sesh, mention of masturbation (f!receiving), the subtle angst continues Word Count: 4.4k a/n: Thank you to everyone that said such nice things about part one!  I’ve got two more parts and an epilogue planned.  :3

Summary: It seems like each time you take one step forward, diligently working to break down the walls around Bakugou’s heart, he gives you a glimpse, a shred of vulnerability before shutting you out again, leaving you frustrated and alone.  But you’re nothing, if not determined.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

It had been nearly a week since your wedding, Katsuki’s job not allowing you a proper honeymoon, not that you thought it would do much good—in fact, it’d probably be wasted on you, you thought bitterly as you waited for Bakugou to return home.

Ever since that night—your wedding night—Katsuki had barely touched you, even though you shared a bed.  

You didn’t understand, had you done something wrong?  He’d been so attentive in the moment, taking his time in turning you on, letting you control the speed, giving you quite honestly the best sex you’d ever had, and then the moment it was over, he’d become so distant.  You couldn’t get it off your mind.

For a moment there, you’d felt something, a connection, and you thought maybe this would be the beginning of a wonderful relationship.  And then it had been yanked away.

If only you could speak with him about it, know what he was thinking or feeling, maybe you could understand.  Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much.

But Bakugou was a fortress.  He was locked up tight.

A thought suddenly occurred to you, and maybe it was way off base, or maybe you were onto something, either way it wouldn’t hurt to try.  Maybe for Katsuki, emotional intimacy was harder than physical.  Maybe, like he’d eased you into the mood that night, you needed to take things slow as well, show him that he could trust you.

Before you could formulate a plan, however, you heard the front door open.  Jumping up, you met Bakugou at the door, instantly shrinking back after one look at him.  He was still in his Dynamight uniform, mask pushed up on high his forehead and grenadiers already on the ground as he toed off his heavy boots, a dark scowl marring his features.

He looked a mess, coated in dust and scratches, dried blood at his temple, but it was the pain in his eyes that twisted your stomach the most.  Something bad had happened.

“Oh my God, Katsuki, are you alright?” you gasped, fighting back your initial hesitance.  As soon as you saw he was injured you stepped into his space, your fingers hovering over his cheek as you studied him closer.  

For a moment his eyes widened, surprised carmine gaze taking in the worry that flashed across your face before he flinched away, his scowl returning.  “‘M fine,” he insisted gruffly, brushing your hand and your concern away before carefully stepping past you.

“You don’t look fine!” you called after him, frustration lacing your words.  “What happened?” you asked, catching up to him as he pulled open the bathroom door.

“Nothing, okay!” Bakugou snapped, avoiding your eyes, reaching past the shower curtain to turn on the faucet.

“Katsuki…” you sighed, deflating, that familiar ache settling in your chest.

As soon as his name left your lips, he hesitated, his shoulders tensing and you could hear him let out a sigh of his own.  You’d come to realize his name was like a spell.  Whenever you used it, he’d soften for you, if only for a moment.

“It’s just been… a shitty day,” he mumbled reluctantly, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, taking a step closer, trying to get a better look at the wound over his brow, half hidden under his mess of hair.  “Can I help?  I-I can clean that for you or–”

“It’s fine, I’ve got it,” he cut in, quickly averting his eyes, as if, if he looked at you for too long, he’d give in.  “I can take care of it myself,” he huffed, the words a dismissal, and you stepped back so he could close the door.

Trying not to take his brusque reaction personally, you headed for the kitchen.  Maybe there was something else you could do for him to show you cared, that you were there for him.  Usually after work, Katsuki would make dinner for the pair of you, and though you were nowhere near the cook he was, maybe he’d appreciate the gesture tonight.

You felt awfully useless when it seemed he did everything on top of his hero work and you barely contributed.  You were his partner, you wanted to help, to share his burdens.  The least you could do was make dinner.  Though it wasn’t exactly your forte, you could at least try… for your husband.

Besides, the only way to improve is by doing, you told yourself, tying Katsuki’s apron around your waist.  Getting the rice started was the easy part, it was everything else that intimidated you a little.

Finding the simplest recipe you could, you set to work.  The vegetables weren’t exactly uniform in size or shape after you chopped them.  Actually they sort of looked like a child had cut them, but at least you’d managed not to cut yourself.

However, by the time you heard the shower shut off, something had gone very wrong in your pan, the sauce bubbling thickly, congealing into a sticky mess while the meat and vegetables had turned rather dry and rubbery.

“What’s that smell?  It smells like something died out here,” Bakugou grumbled, rounding the corner to step into the kitchen, pulling a dark t-shirt over his head, his nose wrinkling at the acrid smell.

As soon as his eyes fell on you and the ruined contents of the pan, you winced.  “I thought I could make dinner for us, but uhm…  Well, something went… wrong,” you explained sheepishly, avoiding his sharp gaze and furrowed brow.

“You had the heat up too high, dumbass.  You gotta simmer it low and slow, or it’ll burn, like it did,” Bakugou muttered, clicking his tongue in annoyance.  “Get outta the way, I’ll fix it,” he sighed, shooing you with a glare.

“I’m sorry…” you breathed, ducking your head and shrinking back.  “I thought I could help.”

Chucking the whole pan into the sink and letting the water run over it, Bakugou let out another long breath before turning to look at you, obviously trying to reign in his exasperation.  “You really suck at this,” he huffed, pausing to let his gaze run over you, taking in the sight of you in his apron before letting out a soft snort.  “If you really wanna learn, I’ll teach you.”

“Really?” you asked, brightening, unable to stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Yeah, but you better fuckin’ pay attention.  I don’t wanna hafta repeat myself.”  Though his voice held its usual gruffness, his cheeks were slowly turning pink.  “You didn’t mess up the rice, did you?” he asked and you quickly shook your head.  “Good.  If you managed to ruin that, I’d say there’s no hope for you.”

“I’m not that hopeless!” you huffed, but Bakugou merely gave you a flat stare in response, and you threw up your hands, fetching fresh ingredients from the fridge.  

As Bakugou remade the dish, you hovered at his side, watching intently.  Every so often your gaze would flick to his face, distracted by his focused expression.  As he cooked, he seemed to relax slightly, though his eyes still held a far off look to them, as if his thoughts were elsewhere.

“It smells amazing,” you murmured, resting your hand on his arm as you leaned in to take a deep breath, your mouth watering.

Your touch seemed to pull him from his thoughts and he blinked, the scowl that had started to creep back in place faltering as he turned to look at you.  “Wanna taste?” he asked, lifting the wooden spoon and cupping his other hand under it to catch any drips.  Leaning in, you wrapped your lips around the edge of the spoon, and when the flavour hit your tongue–spicy and sweet in equal measure, you couldn’t help the small appreciative moan that slipped out as you pulled back, licking your lips.

For a moment Bakugou stared at you, his gaze lingering on your mouth as his cheeks reddened, before he quickly spun back to the stove.  “Go, uh, go get the rice out,” he exclaimed, busying himself with shutting off the burner and pulling the pan from the heat.  

Soon you were sitting next to each other, perched at the counter with your dinner, eating quietly.  “Hey, Katsuki?” you ventured, once you’d emptied your bowl.

“Hmm?” he grunted in response, gaze flicking over to you.

“Did you mean it when you said you’d teach me how to cook?”

Bakugou considered you for a long moment before finally shrugging.  “Yeah, but only if you’re serious.  I ain’t gunna waste my time if you only wanna learn outta some dumb sense of wifely obligation or something.”  He paused, brows knitting together as he frowned.  “It’s kinda pathetic you don’t know how to cook, but I honestly don’t mind doing it.”

“I know that,” you huffed, bristling at being called pathetic.  “I just–I hate feeling useless,” you admitted, your voice dropping.  “I just want to feel like your equal in this… in our marriage.  I should know how to do this,” you added, eyeing him warily.

Bakugou’s expression was unreadable as usual, but he finally nodded, tipping back the remaining contents of his bowl before standing.  “Fine, I’ll teach you,” he said, taking your dishes to the sink.  His answer took you by surprise.  You’d anticipated more of a pushback, but he almost seemed impressed that you’d asked.

However, now that the distraction of dinner was over, you could almost see the shadow of whatever had been haunting him earlier return, his expression darkening once more.  As much as you wanted to ask him about it, you worried if you did, he’d only raise the walls he kept in place around him higher still, and you didn’t want to be pushed away again.  Maybe there was something else you could do to help him relax, since your efforts at dinner were a bust.

“Hey Kats,” you ventured, joining him on the couch as he turned on the television.  Grunting, he eyed you warily, and you hoped your smile wasn’t too unsettling.  “Would you like a massage?” you offered, tilting your head and giving him your most endearing look.

“Nah, it’s fine,” he grumbled, though he hesitated a beat.

“Please?  I feel bad about dinner,” you explained.

Bakugou stared at you for a long moment, deliberating, before finally relenting with a sigh.  “Alright, fine,” he huffed, leaning forward so you could scoot behind him, splaying your legs to either side of his trim waist.

You hadn’t been this close to him since your wedding night, and heat filled you as you remembered the last time you had your legs around him, sitting astride him, his cock buried deep inside you.  Running your hands up his back, you breathed in his scent, no longer half covered by cologne, and you couldn’t help but sigh.  You’d grown fond of the slightly sweet and smoky smell that saturated him.

“You just gunna sit there, or–?” Bakugou’s deep rumble pulled you from your thoughts and you tsked.

“Don’t rush me,” you scoffed, spreading your hands over the slope of his broad shoulders.  “Oh jeeze, Kats, you’re so tense,” you gasped, giving him an experimental squeeze.  “Are you sure you and Kirishima didn’t trade quirks,” you joked, digging your thumbs into his muscles to work out the stubborn knots.  “Your muscles feel like rocks,” you muttered, really getting in there.

Suddenly Bakugou let out a loud groan that reverberated through you and you faltered, heat washing through you afresh at the sound.  “I’m not hurting you, am I?” you asked, hesitating.  You doubted it, but you wanted to be sure.

“No,” he scoffed, glancing back at you over his shoulder.  “Feels good.  Don’t stop.”

Grinning, you resumed kneading him, working your way across his back to his other shoulder and he immediately let out another deep moan, letting his head roll forward as you worked.

“Fuck, y/n, your hands are amazing,” he sighed and pride swelled in your chest at his casual praise.  The more you worked his sore muscles, the more relaxed he became, turning to putty in your skilled hands.

“You’re not getting tired are ya?” Bakugou asked after a while and you hummed a quiet “nuh uh”, switching tactics and using your elbow to dig deeper into his shoulder.  “Oh fuck,” he hissed, his breath hitching.  

“Still okay?” you murmured, checking in.

“Hurts so fuckin’ good.  I needed this,” he admitted.

“Good,” you replied, a soft laugh dancing on your lips at the way he groaned.  “I like the sounds you make,” you teased.

“Shuddup,” he huffed halfheartedly, melting into your touch as your hands moved lower.

Humming, you leaned forward, pressing a featherlight kiss to the nape of his neck, wrinkling your nose as his hair tickled your face, and Bakugou sighed.  Grinning against his warm skin, you pressed another chaste kiss to his shoulder before working your way up the side of his neck to his jaw, your hands slipping round his middle and running over his chest.

When Bakugou’s hand closed around one of yours, just over his heart, you realized what you’d done.  With a start your eyes shot open, only to be met with a curious look from your husband as he twisted to catch sight of you, his lips mere inches from yours, sharing your air.

It was then that the words of the news anchor droning on in the background caught your attention and you frowned as Bakugou stiffened.

“ – At the scene, where earlier today pro hero, Dynamight, failed to apprehend a deadly villain, leading to several injuries, one bystander in critical condition…”

With a frustrated growl, Bakugou shut off the tv, throwing the remote away.  

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault–” you began, wincing as he suddenly stood, pulling away from your embrace.

“It was my fault.  I wasn’t fast enough,” he exclaimed through gritted teeth. 

“Katsuki–!”

“I’m going to bed,” he announced, cutting off your cry. 

Deflating, you watched him walk away, feeling numb, your stomach dropping, like a block of ice had settled there.  By the time you finally got up to join him, he was already in bed, snoring softly, a frown pinching his features even in sleep.

“I know it might not be much… but I’m here for you,” you whispered, pressing your face to his back as you laid behind him, feeling more helpless than ever.

——

When your alarm went off the next morning, you woke with a start, gasping as you jerked awake.  Your first instinct was to reach for Katsuki, but his side of the bed was cold.  Frowning, you shut off your alarm and sighed.  He must have already left for work.

A strange sense of disappointment gripped you, settling in your gut as you slipped out of bed to get around, straightening the blankets before heading to the bathroom.  Hanging up just inside the door was one of your work outfits and you frown returned; you hadn’t left that there.  

Had Katsuki put it out for you?

The thought filled you with warmth and you couldn’t help but smile as you stepped into the shower.  You could almost imagine his voice as you closed your eyes to duck your head under the water.

“You should wear this one.  You look nice in it.”

“Do you like picking out my clothes, Katsuki?”

“Tch, no.  You take too long deciding, so I did it for you, idiot.”

By the time you got out of the shower, you realized you’d spent a little too long lost in your daydreams.  “Shit,” you hissed, glancing down at your watch,” I’m gunna have to pick up lunch at the convenience store or I’ll be late.”

Grabbing your coat, you rushed to the kitchen for your purse when your gaze fell on the bento box on the counter, already made up for you, and you blinked in surprise.

He’d packed you lunch too.

Was this Katsuki’s subtle way of apologizing for last night?

Warmed by the thought, you left for work with a smile playing at your lips, the emptiness that followed you into sleep the night before, forgotten.

True to his word, as the week went on, Bakugou began teaching you how to cook, at first only letting you watch as he explained what he was doing.  Each night onward he let you start helping, doing small things, like cutting up the ingredients or stirring the sauces, always nearby if you had a question or needed help.  It shouldn’t have surprised you how patient he was despite the way he teased you, snorting and rolling his eyes at your questions and muttering a rather fond-sounding ‘dumbass’ here and there. 

It seemed that in the sanctity of his home, his kitchen especially, Katsuki mellowed, showing you a side that no one else got to see and you felt incredibly lucky.  Though he was far from eloquent, unable to express himself or his complicated emotions in words, he was incredibly intelligent, diligent, and hardworking, not just this belligerent hothead the public knew him as.  In these quiet moments he was almost soft, in his own way, and you were falling for him more and more with each passing day, wanting to smooth his rougher edges, to break down his walls and show him he could trust you.

Katsuki was a warm light that flickered and grew, beckoning you closer, but needing to be treated with a gentle hand, easily extinguished if pressed too hard too fast, and yet you were drawn to him all the same, as surely as a moth to flame.

Each brief touch of hands in passing, each lingering look lit a fire in you, filling you with anticipation and longing.  You wanted to pull him into your arms and tell him everything was going to be okay, that he didn’t have to be so strong all the time, but you didn’t know how to without his walls towering higher, pushing you out once more.  So you bade your time, taking what you could get.

Tonight was the night he told you he was going to let you handle the entire meal yourself.  It was an easy one, and he was going be in the kitchen with you, but you were going to do everything yourself.

“You sure I’m ready?” you asked, arching an eyebrow at him as you pulled the large knife free from the block on the counter.

“No, but I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” he snorted, watching with sharp eyes as you adjusted your grasp on the knife handle.

“Here, hold it like this,” he murmured, stepping up behind you, reaching around you to fix your grip, his hand warm on your wrist while the other brushed your side, lingering at your waist as he leaned over your shoulder to watch as you began to work.

“Like this?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear and you shivered, the knife nearly slipping at how distracted it made you.

“Careful idiot,” he chided gently, stepping back, much to your dismay.  “Don’t wanna have to take you to the hospital to get your finger sewn back on.”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus, finishing up your task before moving on to the next, Bakugou hovering next to you as you worked.  Soon you had the fish in the oven and the sauce bubbling away on the far burner.

“Hey, Katsuki,” you began, a question on your tongue as you turned back to him, finding him closer than you thought, your faces merely inches away and you froze, your eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes.

For a moment you thought about pulling away, but the look on Bakugou’s face changed your mind.  Maybe you were imagining it, but there was a fierceness to his carmine gaze, a longing he seemed to be trying to keep in check, his jaw flexing with the effort of holding back.  Without another thought you gave into your impulses, closing the distance between you to claim his lips, kissing him slowly, savouring the taste of him.

You’d been wanting to do that for days now, and when you reluctantly pulled back, Bakugou followed, chasing your retreating lips with a low growl, pinning you back against the edge of the counter as his hand slipped up the line of your jaw to cradle the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

As his tongue invaded your mouth all other thought fled and you let out a needy moan, grasping at the collar of his shirt, desperately tugging him closer.  

Oh, how you’d been craving his touch since that night, aching for him.

As if your moan had switched on something primal in him, Bakugou’s movements grew demanding, kissing you breathless as he forced his knee between your legs, his mouth leaving yours to travel down your neck, canines nipping hungrily at your exposed throat.

“K-katsuki–”

The hoarse whine that left your parted lips only served to drive him on, and he groaned in response, grinding against your hip as his thigh pressed between your legs and his hands snaked up under the hem of your top, fondling you roughly.

“Oh!”

As soon as your aching clit dragged against his leg, you were done for.  Lifting your arms obediently, Bakugou practically tore your shirt over your head before tossing it away, his mouth returning eagerly to your pulse point.

It was as if all the nights spent laying next to each other, barely daring to touch, all the while desperately wanting to, had come to a head and the floodgates had opened.  This wild all encompassing passion lingering just beneath the surface had been set free with naught but a look and a hesitant kiss, and it was enough to drown you, leaving you breathless and dizzy, and you didn’t want it to stop.

It was just as your name had left Bakugou’s lips like a prayer, his leg between your thighs pressing harder, that a shrill wail filled your ears, shocking you both back to the moment.

“Fuck!” Bakugou growled, moving quickly, his reaction time quicker than yours.  Blinking out of your daze, you found the room hazy with smoke billowing from the oven, and you hurried to shut it off, pulling the pan out, fish charred and completely ruined.

“I can’t believe we didn’t smell that burning sooner,” you muttered, waving a towel over the still smoking remnants of dinner.

As soon as Bakugou reset the smoke alarm, the shrill beeping stopped, you sighed in relief, turning to look at him.  “You can’t blame this all on me!” you exclaimed, waiting for him to taunt you for ruining dinner again.  Much to your surprise however, a grin suddenly split his face and he began to laugh, clutching his stomach and leaving you speechless.  

You’d yet to see him quite like this before and you couldn’t help but join him, tears of mirth pricking your eyes as you giggled at the ridiculous situation.

“Maybe we should just get take out,” Bakugou said, shaking his head ruefully as his gaze swept over the contents of the stove before falling on you, amusement still etched in the planes of his face, his eyes softening.

“Yeah, that might be best,” you agreed with a sigh, wiping the tears from your eyes.  “I am gunna make you dinner one of these nights without burning the place down though, I swear it,” you insisted.

“Yeah, yeah, I believe you,” Bakugou huffed, setting one of the pans in the sink.  “We’ll clean this shit up later.  What would you like?  I’ll go pick it up for us.”

“Oh,” you breathed, biting your lip.  As much as you wanted to pick up where you’d left off, it seemed that the moment was over; your husband was back to business.  “Uhm, sushi sounds good,” you suggested, shuffling your feet.

“‘K, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait!  I’ll come with you,” you exclaimed, following Bakugou to the door.

“Nah, it’s alright, I got it,” he muttered, slipping on his dark loafers.

“But–” you protested.  If you couldn’t return to the intimate moment you’d begun to share, you at least wanted to walk with him to the sushi place down the street.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes.  You pick out something for us to watch for when I get back.”

“Alright,” you huffed as he slipped out the door, leaving you frustrated and pent up.  Groaning under your breath, you ambled back to the kitchen, studying the dirty dishes for a moment, your gaze straying over the stretch of counter he’d had you pressed against.

“Oh fuck it,” you muttered, heading to the bedroom.  In the dark you laid back on the bed, slipping your hand down the front of your pants, your fingers seeking your slick heat and when you touched yourself a soft sigh left your lips.

——

“Hey y/n, I’m back,” Bakugou grunted, shutting the door behind him.  He’d expected you to meet him at the door, or at least be waiting on the couch, but you were nowhere to be seen.  Frowning, he set the bag of food on the coffee table and went in search of you.  It was when he neared the bedroom door that a soft sound pricked his ears and he stopped just outside the door.

“O-oh, fuck.  Nnng please–”

At the sound of your desperate whimper, his breath caught, cock stirring, and he froze, pressing his back to the wall.  Catching sight of you around the door, hand down your pants and hips arched off the bed, he bit his lip, his eyelids fluttering as he listened.

He could walk in there right now and help you, sink into your warm wetness and finish what he’d started earlier in the kitchen, but something held him in place, a spark of uncertainty.

“Oh, Katsuki please!” you cried, coming undone to the thought of him, and as soon as his name tumbled from your lips, Bakugou had to press his fist to his mouth to keep from moaning in turn.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, willing his cock not to tent his pants, adjusting himself before hurrying to push away from the wall when he heard you stir, sitting up to clean yourself up.

“Katsuki?” you called, no doubt wondering what was taking him so long, but Bakuogu met you at the door, face flushed from the effort of restraining himself.  As soon as his name left your lips, he knew he’d made a mistake.  He should have asked if you wanted some help with that.

How long could he deny how much he wanted you?

[theteasetwrites]

Protector

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Grimes!Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: swearing, violence, attempted sexual assault ❧ Word Count: 5.2k

❧ Requested by @quinnmccurty (this request)

❧ Summary: A one-night stand with your brother's best friend, Shane, proves to be more trouble than it was worth when he develops a bit of a worrisome obsession with you, and your friend and confidant, Daryl, isn't too happy about it.

❧ A/N: I was so excited about this request, especially because (as I said once before) I was initially planning on having a little love triangle between Shane, Daryl, and Reader in The Beginning series, where Shane has a thing for Reader and there's some jealousy and idk it just didn't get put in because I had enough plot to work with there, but I like being able to put that idea into a oneshot! This version is a little different, with Reader being Rick's sister and there actually being a history between her and Shane, plus the incident with Lori at the CDC happens with Reader instead, and it's pretty scary. Basically, Shane is a huge asshole in this story so if you're a big Shane fan you might not like it lol. But, everyone who follows me is probably a huge Daryl whore anyway so if you love Daryl then you'll like this story! Protective, sweet Daryl is always a treat. <3

He watched you with a sharp, critical eye as you moved, carrying a basket of laundry down across the campsite.

One look at him now was enough to fill your entire being with regret so potent it burned the back of your eyes as images of what had gone on between the two of you played in your head. It was like the feeling of getting too close to a fire, how the heat could become so unbearable against your skin the longer you stood still, letting that faux burning sensation warm you far beyond the realm of comfort.

You’d known him for so long that he had at one point been the closest thing you had to that sense of comfort and warmth, but the morning after you realized what had happened, that you’d slept with him, you were burned.

For you, it was a moment of weakness, a yearning for the world to return to the way it was, for your brother to be alive again, with his family, but for him, it must’ve been something more, since he hadn’t left you alone since.

His gaze sharpened with every step you took as you hurriedly made your way down to the quarry, and when you felt his hand on your shoulder, and heard your name on his lips, you turned with a startled yelp to face him, nearly dropping the basket of laundry in your arms as you did so.

“Jesus, Shane,” you huffed, returning to your hurried pace as you made your way towards the water. “I’m busy.”

He scoffed, biting his lip with his hands on hips as he watched you scooping out blood-soaked clothing in preparation to be washed, rung out, and dried in the warm late August air.

“What, doin’ laundry?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head, looking around to make sure there was some semblance of privacy, so he could speak to you without the impediment of another man who seemed to captivate your attention recently.

“I gotta talk to you,” he said. “(Y/N)... Why aren’t you talking to me? It’s been, what, two weeks almost? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you said quietly, still unable to look him directly in the eye. “I—I just…”

He grew impatient with your silence. “Just what?”

You shrugged, soaking one of Dale’s shirts in the shallow water at the edge of the quarry. “I, um… It was a one time thing, you know?”

His face seemed to freeze, and though he seemed to break into a smile, you knew from all the time you’d known him that wasn’t a good sign.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he said, chuckling under his breath. “That… That ain’t true. You know it.”

You shook your head, laying the shirt out flat to dry upon the rocks. “It’s true,” you said. “I’m sorry if you thought it was something else, but it wasn’t that for me.”

“What was it then?”

His face jutted forward, questioning you as his eyes bored into the side of your head. You tried looking away, not matching his eye contact as you wrung out someone’s sock, you weren’t sure whose.

“You owe that to me, (Y/N),” he said. “What was it? What’d it mean to you? Think about it.”

You raised your head to look him in the eyes now, fire rising up in you as he continued hounding you with questions. “It was nothing,” you said simply. “I was lonely, and you were there. That’s all. I’m sorry, Shane, but that’s what it was—nothing. It didn’t mean anything to me, so please just leave me alone.”

Shane bowed his head, and peered back up at you from the lower angle, almost enraged now as he studied your face. “Well, it meant something to me.”

You huffed and turned to face your body towards him, now feeling guilty for what you’d said. Maybe you’d been too harsh, and maybe you should have known better than to sleep with your brother’s best friend, who’d had his eye on you long before Rick died, but you couldn’t change what you’d done two weeks ago, and at the time, it seemed like exactly the right thing to do.

“Shane, I—”

“Nah,” he said, rising to his feet to look down at you with something new in his eyes, something you’d only been noticing rather recently. Until now, you’d only seen this vitriol out of the corner of your eye, but now it was on display in full right in front of you. “Just forget it.”

He left it at that, and in a way, you were grateful, thinking it wasn’t so bad of an ending to your fling as it could’ve been. Certainly, he handled it better than you thought he would, considering how quick to anger he was, and how blunt you were in your rebuff. Still, his gaze only became harder, more calculated, in the following days, and though you were sure he would leave you alone now, you found yourself jumping at the slightest motion, expecting the man to approach you again, maybe to even touch you or hurt you, if his looks were anything to go by.

When you heard the snapping of that branch under his foot, you turned with an anxious swiftness, steeped in the combined guilt and fear you’d been experiencing since you’d put an end to whatever relationship you had with him.

Except, it wasn’t Shane. Not in the slightest.

“The hell you doin’ out here alone?” he asked, covered in sweat and dirt from his hunt, and with a string of freshly shot squirrels dangling over his shoulder. 

“Daryl,” you sighed, breaking out into a wide grin as you chuckled at your own jumpiness. “Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

He scoffed and sat himself down against the base of an aspen tree, patting the space beside him to invite you there, too. It had become somewhat of a ritual now, unexpectedly running into Daryl in the woods, where you often retreated when Shane’s stares got too much for you to handle. 

Daryl would stumble upon you, usually alone, staring up at the canopy of treetops above you, wishing to live a life as simple as the birds upon their branches. At first he tried to get you to come back to camp, insisting that being alone in the woods wasn’t safe, but you’d poke holes in his logic, pointing out that he, too, was alone, and how if the two of you were together, then neither of you would be alone. 

That, and you’d refuse to go back to camp until you’d gathered the courage to face Shane again, his heavy presence always weighing down on you, and seemingly becoming more and more volatile.

You smiled and picked up your bag, dragging it over to sit beside Daryl, who smelled putridly of walker blood and decaying squirrel, but the offensive odor had become somewhat of a comfort to you, something to look forward to when you inevitably crossed paths, as if something was bringing the two of you together.

“Loverboy again?” he asked, in that characteristic southern drawl of his. 

“Mhm,” you answered, trimming the moss off a stick you’d picked up from the ground. “As usual.”

He himself played with a leaf in his hand, twirling it around by the stem as his eyes watched your fingers deftly peel off the moss, and roll the green, spongy substance between your fingertips to create a tiny ball. 

Biting his lip, he shook his head, scoffing under his breath at the very idea of Shane. Daryl himself had been the victim of some less than friendly interactions with the man, and had received his fair share of dirty looks from afar. He could take it, of course. He couldn’t care less about Shane, about what he thought of him, but what really got to him was how he looked at you, how he followed you around and made attempts to speak to you despite your clear indications that you didn’t want anything to do with him. 

“You should let me take care of him,” he said. “Asshole wouldn’t bother you no more.”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Oh, Daryl,” you laughed, “I told you, it’s fine. He’ll get over it eventually. I told him it was just a one time thing.”

“Yeah, and since when does Shane listen to anybody ‘cept himself?”

He had a point, and indeed, Shane had only seemed more hostile towards you the last few days, to the point you were afraid of being alone. Maybe that’s why you went alone into the woods that day, hoping somewhere in your heart that you’d run into Daryl again, that you wouldn’t have to be alone.

Or, maybe, that you could be alone with him. 

“God,” you sighed. “What have I done, Daryl? I mean, am I a whore?”

Daryl’s eyes shot open wide at the notion. “Absolutely not,” he said with a scoff. “You were lonely. Said so yourself. Was a mistake. Don’t make you a whore. Everyone gets lonely sometimes.”

You smiled at his reassurance, and nudged his shoulder with yours—a recent development in your repertoire of interactions with the surly redneck, who seemed to stiffen up whenever anyone in your group touched him, but in your presence, he loosened up somewhat, and the more you talked to him, the more you realized he wasn’t all that bad.

“Thanks,” you said. “You really know how to make a girl feel good.”

God, you thought to yourself, immediately regretting how you spoke to him, with a subconsciously expressed flirty lilt to your tone of voice. You really are a whore. 

The feelings you had towards Daryl were different, though. They weren’t born out of fear or loneliness or grief. Your feelings for him were built over hours of hammering at his hard exterior, breaking down his walls and finding yourself intrigued with every word that came out of his mouth. Indeed, you were fond of him, and you had the subtle feeling that maybe he was fond of you, too.

“Shut up,” he said, rolling his shoulders as if to shrug off what you’d said, and how it made him feel. Indeed, he was fond of you. “Just said you ain’t a whore.”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

Not long after that, your brother, risen from the dead and blissfully unaware of your onetime tryst with his best friend, led your group to the CDC in the hopes of finding a new home, somewhere safe in the wake of a herd running through your camp.

Tensions seemed to come to a head that night, as Shane, drunk on whiskey and more emboldened than he had been the last few weeks, kept his eyes locked on you… and Daryl.

You didn’t leave his side all night, yourself tipsy and rather flamboyantly falling into his arms as he walked you to your room, holding your waist and helping you into bed, spending much longer in that room with you than Shane would’ve liked.

“Daryl…” you mumbled, laughing at his disheveled hair that you’d messed up somewhere along the line. “Oh, your hair.”

He shook his head and suppressed a laugh, trying to maintain his stoicism despite his equally tipsy state.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

“Mm… Wait,” you said to him just before he could turn to leave. “Daryl, you’re a great guy, you know that?”

He chewed his lip and averted his gaze, wiping his nose in an attempt to distract you from his blushing cheeks.

“Ain’t nothin’ special,” he said. “Just wanted to make sure you got into bed safe, that’s all.”

You found yourself twirling your hair around your finger, biting your lip as you admired his strong arms and broad shoulders. 

“I think you’re special,” you said, and raised your hand to hold his, tugging him down until you could lean up to kiss his warm cheek. “And very sweet.”

He found himself frozen, unable to quite comprehend what you’d just done, but when you turned his cheek and pressed your lips ever so lightly against his, he pulled away with all the strength he had, convinced you had no idea what you were doing.

“(Y/N),” he said, swallowing hard as he spoke your name. “You’re drunk.”

You turned serious. “Just a little… Sorry if I…”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head adamantly. “Don’t be sorry, just… I don’t want ya doing something just ‘cause you’re lonely.”

You smiled at the notion that the feelings you had for Daryl could be anything remotely close to what had spurred your fling with Shane.

“I’m not lonely,” you said. “Actually, I’ve never felt happier than I am right now, here with you. It’s nice. I feel… light, you know? I always feel light when I’m with you, like everything’s okay.”

He smiled. It wasn’t a big smile, as Daryl wasn’t known for that, but it was a small, slight curvature of the lips, a little gesture to show how happy your words made him. 

“Guess I feel the same,” he said.

You bit your lip, eying his once again. They weren’t particularly plump lips, but had a sweet, defined shape, with prickles of dusty brown hairs above and below the modest pink pillows upon which you very much desired to rest yours. 

He cleared his throat, unsure of what to do now, and terrified he’d ruin this moment if he dared open his mouth, but words came tumbling out regardless.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. “I—I mean, ya know… if that’s okay, and if that’s what ya want.”

You nodded and leaned up to hold his cheek in your hand, pulling him closer until your lips met, and though the kiss was pure, short, and sweet, it was everything you’d imagined it could be, and you didn’t need anything else to solidify this feeling.

Your fingers trailed delicately over the scruffy surface of his cheek as you pressed one more short peck to his trembling lips.

His eyes fluttered open as you waved your hand in front of his face, attempting to wake him from his stupor.

“Daryl,” you laughed. “You okay?”

He cleared his throat as he opened his eyes, nodding his head to try to play off how shocked he was in this situation, having done something he’d wanted to do since he met you.

“Yeah,” he said. “I, uh… That was nice.”

You bit your lip and stared hazily, wandering over the delicate features of his face, some you hadn’t noticed before, especially his lips. God, you wanted so much more from those lips… But it was late, and you were tired, and you didn’t want to rush it. 

After all, what would Daryl think if you asked him to make love to you barely a month after a one night stand with Shane? Surely he’d think you were a whore then, though you knew he was better than that. 

“It was lovely,” you agreed. “I’d love to do it again sometime.”

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck in an anxious habit. “Me too… You should get some sleep. You look tired.”

“Mm,” you hummed, letting your head sink down into the pillow beneath you. “I’m very tired, Daryl. Thank you for the goodnight kiss, though. I think I’ll have nice dreams tonight.” You kissed your palm and pressed it to his cheek, which felt hot under your hand. 

He tentatively grabbed your hand, and placed his own kiss upon your palm, despite the shakiness of his nerves sending a tremor through his arm. “Goodnight.”

He pulled the door shut, and stepping out into the hallway, he could’ve sworn he noticed a strange presence, familiar yet somehow different in that a pair of sharp, critical eyes were fixated more directly on him.

Of course, he was still quite inebriated, and it might’ve been his imagination, so he rubbed his eyes and crossed the hallway to his room, closing the door behind him and eager to sleep, in the hopes he, too, would have pleasant dreams about you.

For Shane, though, this was the opportunity to tiptoe to your room, quiet so as not to alert the ever alert hunter across the way.

There was hate in his heart when he saw Daryl sneak out of your room, a redness to his cheeks and a cold sweat dripping down the side of his face, his clothes a little askew, as well. He knew there was something going on between the two of you, something more intimate than friendship. 

When he looked at you, though, half asleep on the cot in your room, eyes fluttering open at the narrow beam of light shining through the crack in the door, his drunken mind could only process one thought: mine.

“Sh-Shane?” you asked, sitting up in your cot and rubbing your eyes as you reached over to switch on the lamp on the side table. “What are you doing?”

He shut the door behind him, and you immediately eyed the bottle of whiskey dangling in his hands. “Shane, you should go to bed.”

“(Y/N),” he said, out of breath and nearly slurring his words as he approached, the whiskey bottle dangling haphazardly in his hand. “I need to talk to you.”

You scoffed and pulled the covers up further, as if they could protect you from him as he came closer to your bed. “We can talk tomorrow,” you said. “You’re drunk, and I need you to leave.”

“Daryl sure was in here a long time,” he said lowly, eying you with a strange darkness in his gaze. His lips were wetted by the alcohol and slightly hanging open as he licked them. “You let him fuck you?”

“What?” you replied, angered at the questioning. “Get the hell out of here, Shane. I’m serious.”

“Answer me, (Y/N),” he barked, backing up from the bed as you swung your legs over the side, preparing to stand up and push him out now. “Did he fuck you?”

You stood up to your feet and shoved him away, but his face only kept jutting at yours, almost to the point his reddened forehead knocked against yours. 

“That’s none of your goddamn business,” you said. Your eyes narrowed at him, and your nostrils beginning to flare with each indignant breath you took, you shoved him again, causing him to stumble a little as he tried to catch himself. 

“Yeah, actually,” he said. “Yeah it is.”

He carelessly placed the whiskey bottle on your nightstand, and you were careful to watch his hands as they moved, one going so far as to touch your shoulder. 

“Stop,” you said, removing his hand with so much disgust you’d think his touch was poisonous. 

He tilted his head, now gazing at you with a softness that seemed almost hostile in its insistence. His presence was terrifying, much more than it had been before, as he somehow had begun to push you backward with each step, cornering you until your back hit the wall beside your bed. 

“I know it wasn’t just nothing, (Y/N). It meant somethin’ to you.” His hand trailed up your arm now, while his other rather harshly held your cheek. Your face contorted in fear at how he touched you. The only time he’d touched you this way before was that night you slept together, and this wasn’t at all what you wanted. 

“N-no,” you stuttered, swatting away his hands despite his continued attempts to touch you. His body was so close to yours now, and so much bigger and stronger than yours, that you were sure you couldn’t go anywhere, not if he didn’t want you to. “Shane, please leave.”

He shook his head, as if frustrated by your failure to admit your feelings for him. “I love you, (Y/N),” he said. “And I know you love me too. What we had that night was special, it was real. You need to come back to me.”

You tried to shove him away again, but this time he responded by pinning your shoulders against the wall, causing a loud thud to echo through the underground halls of the CDC. 

“Shane!” you cried out, nearly sobbing in fear of whatever he was going to try to do to you. “Let me go!”

“You’re confused,” he slurred, holding your trembling body snug against the wall, this time not leaving any room at all between your bodies. He raised one hand to brush back your hair, while his knee split open your thighs. “But I need you to know who you belong to… Just let me show you.”

You squirmed and attempted to push his hands away as they groped your body, one making its way down to your crotch and feeling you over your pants. 

“No!” you cried out. “Stop it! Stop!”

His lips suctioned onto your neck, and with one hand you tried to push his forehead away, the other tried to remove his hand from your crotch. 

Your protests fell on deaf ears, and your desperate attempts to push him away were no match for his strength as he pinned you to that wall, groping and kissing you despite every fiber of your being screaming out “no.”

The only thing stopping him from further assaulting you was the slam of the door as its handle was launched against the wall, flying open as Daryl wasted no time socking Shane in the face with every ounce of strength in him.

“You son of a bitch!” he bellowed as he leaned down to pick up the disoriented Shane by the collar of his shirt. “I’ll kill you.”

You could only fall into your brother’s arms as he ran to you, holding your cheeks in his hands to make sure you were all right. 

His words were muffled against the sheer volume of the next hit Daryl threw at Shane, though this blow didn’t send him tumbling down this time, and Shane quickly lunged forward, throwing a punch at Daryl as he yelled. 

“This ain’t none of your damn business, Dixon!”

Daryl scoffed and moved forward to attempt another blow, but this time, Rick quickly moved to stand in between them, holding his arms out to keep them at bay.

“Stop this!” he yelled, and quickly turned to Shane, a deep, dark anger rising up in him as he realized just what Shane was about to do to his sister. “What the hell is goin’ on in here?”

You had sunk down in the corner now, shaking and holding your sobbing face in your trembling hands as Rick screamed some incoherent words at Shane.

All you felt then was Daryl’s hand gently touching your shoulder, and when you removed your hands from your eyes, you saw him kneeling down before you, his face somewhere between sheer rage and utter melancholy. 

“(Y/N),” he said. “Are ya—”

You interrupted him as you threw your arms around him, nearly clawing at his shirt as you sobbed into his shoulder. Even Rick was surprised by this, turning his attention away from Shane to see you in the arms of a man he hardly knew, as the man you had known since you were a teenager glared the both of you down, nearly lunging at Daryl again before Rick could stop him.

“What is wrong with you?” Rick growled, pushing Shane back as Daryl lifted you to your feet, your hands still clinging to him in a terrified stupor. 

You suddenly remembered where you were now, in a strange milieu of your brother, your former one-time lover, and a man you genuinely were starting to believe you might actually love, all of whom were at odds with each other in some way in this moment of questioning and utter confusion. 

Daryl found himself sheltering you from Shane’s eye contact, standing in front of you and puffing his chest up in an instinctual display of defense. “Your buddy here tried to force himself on your sister,” he answered, his chest heaving in rage with each word that clawed its way out of his throat and emerged cloaked in his hoarse, abrasive voice. “Can’t take no for a goddamn answer. You better do somethin’ about it before I do. Can’t have that kind of shit in our group.”

“What the hell would you know about it?!” bellowed Shane, still fighting against Rick’s weight as he held him back. “Rick, you know me. (Y/N),” he said, daring to address you now, a gesture which surely would’ve ended his life if Rick wasn’t standing between the two men. “(Y/N)... I—I’m sorry.” He chuckled nervously as he spoke, his feet stumbling underneath him as he tried to go forward towards you. “I love you.”

“She don’t love you,” replied Daryl, his voice so heavy now it even weighed him down as he spoke from the depths of his abdomen. “Even if she did, you got no damn right to touch ‘er like that.”

Rick held him back once again. “We’ll deal with this tomorrow,” he said. “But you stay away from her.” 

“Bullshit,” growled Daryl. “Rick, you either throw his sorry ass out now or I’ll kill him. I will, I swear.”

Rick huffed, peering over Daryl’s broad shoulders to see your forehead leaning against his back as you cried, and his hand holding yours by his side. He had no idea what was happening between you and him or you and Shane, or what had happened, but he knew you were upset, that he had to do something. Just not now, not like this.

“Tomorrow,” he said, glowering down at Daryl. He turned to face Shane again, pushing him towards the door. 

Shane was losing his balance now, the effects of the blows to his head and his drunkenness surely affecting him now as Rick dragged him away, taking him as far from you as possible. 

He eyed Daryl as he left, though, as if warning him, silently telling him to beware whatever ill intentions he might have, despite the feeling in the pit of his stomach that he’d never hurt you. 

Daryl turned to face you then, encircling his strong arms around your waist and welcoming you against his body again, with so much comfort and warmth in his presence as you cried into his shirt.

He didn’t say anything, not for a while, at least. He simply held you, at some point sinking down to the ground with you, leaning his back against the bed, legs outstretched as you lay your head upon his lap, his hand gently rubbing your back. 

“Daryl,” you said, your voice still shaky, fragile like ancient glass that could shatter if breathed on the wrong way. “I wish I’d never slept with him. I feel so stupid, so… I don’t know, I just should’ve known this would happen.”

“It ain’t your fault,” he said, his voice equally as quiet and soft as yours. Whatever pain you felt he seemed to absorb, taking it within himself in an attempt to shield you from it, to rid you of the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability, but there was only so much he could do. He could never know the feeling, as much as he tried to relieve you with his sympathy. “You were lonely, scared…”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “and now I’m scared again.”

That plunged Daryl’s heart into an abyss, so deep and dark he couldn’t bear to pretend he was strong enough to handle it. Fear was a feeling he knew well, and to know you were afraid again, when your group was safe, when finally things were starting to look up… It was horrible, and all because of Shane.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said. “You don’t deserve that… I swear, I’ll keep you safe, though.”

You turned your head to look up at him, curious as you wiped away your tears. “Y-you mean that?”

He never meant anything more in his entire life. Even if you never kissed him again, never felt what you had felt in that moment that night again, he’d keep you safe as if it was his sworn duty, as if he were some medieval knight with a chivalrous code of conduct to always stand strong for you. 

You, his only friend, his favorite person, the one thing that kept him barely scraping by in this world. There were a lot of shitty things about the end of the world, but meeting you had to be the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“Course I do,” he answered. “You mean a lot to me, (Y/N). And I’ll tell you somethin’ else, Shane ain’t ever gonna hurt you again.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, raising your hands to your face and wiping away the stray tears that had fallen. “As long as you’re with me,” you said, “he can’t hurt me… So you should stay with me… Always.”

He raised an eyebrow, almost skeptical of your statement. “You sure about that?” he asked. “Think you might get tired of me.”

You laughed through your tears, and raised your hand to rub his cheek. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of you, Daryl. You make me feel strong.”

That touched him, glued angel wings onto his heart as it fluttered away, up into the clouds where your sweet words held him blissfully hostage. You had that effect on him, that light, fluttery feeling. He knew what it was, of course. It was love. He might’ve never felt it before, but it was the kind of feeling one knows the moment it tears down one’s defenses and seeps in like a flash flood. It was love, and he was swimming in it.

“You are strong,” he replied. “But if I make ya more aware of it, and if it keeps ya safe, I guess I’m gonna have to stick around ya, huh? Make sure no one ever hurts you.”

You smiled weakly, though if you weren’t still a little terrified from your experience that night, you’d be beaming from ear to ear. Still, you weren’t about to let what Shane had tried to do to you ruin the beautiful moments you shared that night with Daryl, a man who you knew truly cared about you, a man with whom you didn’t feel like you needed to use to find relief. What you felt for him was real, and it was beautiful, whatever it was. 

“Protector,” you sighed. “That sounds nice… Best guy for the job, I think.”

Living up to his job description, he held you all night, keeping you wrapped up in a tight, protective embrace. There wasn’t any obligation, no fear or loneliness, just a sense of innocent comfort and stability. 

Whatever would happen in the morning would happen, and whatever awaited you in this uncomfortable, unstable world would still be there when you woke up, but in this moment, at least you had him, and he had you.

~

Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and comments of any kind are always appreciated!

Masterlist

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

I See You

Fandom: Dardevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Plus Size! Fem Identifying! Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: E - 18+ Only - Smut

Warnings: Smut, religious overtones, grinding, dry humping, choking/hand around throat kink, body insecurities, lots of pet names (good girl, sweetheart), slightly possessive Matt at the end? 

Summary: Your relationship with Matthew is...complicated. You’re together, but not officially. You start to wonder why he even bothers when you don’t look like the women he’s been with in the past. You worry that if he could see you, he’d have never chosen you. Matt has a different definition of sight.

Notes: This wasn’t supposed to be smut, butttttt here ya’go. 

Also before people go ‘why do people always write insecure plus size readers?? I’m not insecure!’. I’m fat, i’m a fat writer, okay and I want to explore some of my personal unresolved insecurities and have some reassurance back. No matter how confident I am, there are still things I use writing to work through. Don’t like it, look at the warnings and don’t read it. I’m too old for you to try to police what’s written, if you want something else then go write it for yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” He can hear the way you shift on his couch at the question, the way your heart rabbits, faster and faster, how your breath seems shaky, unhappy, like you might cry at any minute. Matt can hear your teeth as they scrape across your lip, the swipe of your tongue across a tooth, an anxious habit of yours. He knows you, maybe better than you know yourself, something’s off. Something is wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, Matt…” He’s watching you, in the only way Matt can, gaze turned in your direction, eyes unseeing, yet he seems to notice everything. You’re not fine. You know you're not, but it's…it's silly, nothing he should have to be burdened with. Not when he spends his days worrying over the law firm and trying to find new clients. He’s got enough on his plate with Karen’s case, let alone you. 

“Please don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”  He can hear your heart going a mile a minute, can hear you biting at your nails, an anxious habit of yours that you’ve been trying very hard to break the entire time he’s known you. 

Your relationship with Matt is complicated. Friends first and then…and then after years of watching him pick up different women in college, charming them with just a smile, after all that, finally he seemed to notice you as more than just a friend. You hadn’t put a label on it yet, hadn’t said a word to Foggy, but neither of you were seeing other people. You spent more time at his than at your own. You slept in his arms most nights and saw him every day of the week. Friends didn’t kiss and friends certainly didn’t tumble into bed together time after time or iron the other’s suits or run them a bath when they were hurting. Friends didn’t buy each other flowers or leave hickeys on the other’s neck.

“It’s silly, Matt…it’s not something you should have to worry about. It’s okay.” It’s so stupid, so juvenile. Not something you really want to discuss with your not quite, not really a boyfriend, boyfriend who’s a lawyer and so bloody adult and mature. Who’s been with so many wonderful women before you. Who can probably do better than you…

You watch him bridge the distance between the two of you, how he knows his apartment effortlessly, navigates around the coffee table with ease before standing just in front of you. Your hands come up to stop him just short, so he doesn’t trip over your feet and Matt grabs them, uses them to pull you up and bring you close. Chest to chest, feet toe to toe. His hands are so warm, yours feel icy cold, the tips always are. 

“It’s not silly if it’s you. I want to know what’s wrong, so maybe I can…maybe I can help.” He squeezes your hands tight, three times, a ritual of his these days, “Talk to me.” Matt loves you, he knows he does. He’s liked you for years, the friend he always found too lovely, too kind, too gentle, too funny, too tempting. He’d made an effort to keep the feelings at bay, to resist that pull he had towards you, for years, too worried to lose you entirely…he wishes he’d not wasted the time, but he did and now…now he needs you to understand that you matter to him. That he’s not here for a quick fuck that goes absolutely nowhere. He’s done and that’s not what he wants from you. He wants to hear what you have to say, to ease your troubles. He wants it all.

There’s a long silence that falls between you, except it’s not really silent at all. Your heart is still pounding in his ears, your breathing still shaky and nervous. Matt rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs, rhythmic, back and forth in a way he knows is calming for you. Can hear how your heart gets a little slower, a little quieter as he does it. He’s patient. He can wait for you to tell him. 

“I can’t…I can’t help but think about all the…all the women before me.” All the women you’ve seen Matt flirt with over the years. All the women he’s charmed, taken into his bed and kicked out the next morning, or brought back to his bed time and time again. No matter how much it hurts. They were all…they were beautiful. Pretty. Tall. Slim. Model types. The sort you think should be on the cover of a magazine or acting in a movie with their perfect silky hair and their gleaming eyes and…you’re not. 

You’ve worked hard over the years to grow more confident and you're frustrated at yourself for thinking it, for doubting that he likes you, that you’re pretty enough, when he’s given you no reason to doubt him. When he tells you you’re beautiful and holds you close. When he’s stopped flirting with others and focused his attention solely on you. You shouldn’t doubt him, but maybe you doubt yourself. 

Matthew stays quiet, knowing his interruptions won’t help. He needs to hear it all, to understand before he tries to say anything. He wants to interrupt though, to get in first and tell you they don’t matter, not like you matter. That you’ve got him wrapped so tightly around your little finger, there’s likely to be no circulation there, no blood at the tip anymore. 

“Foggy…Foggy..” You love Foggy but he always talks, and talks and talks and he…he doesn’t realise that you and Matt are anything more than friends. So he makes those jokes still, when they have a pretty client or there’s a beautiful woman around. The jokes about how Matt’s probably going to charm his way into their skirts and…he never made those jokes about you… “He’s always making those jokes about how…how you always seem to pick up the hot women, the pretty ones even though you can’t see them and I…I know it’s silly, but…I…”

Matt presses forward, forehead pressing against your own, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek, “You?”. He knows where this is going. He can’t see you. He can’t tell you how beautiful you are, not convincingly because how would he know? He’s never seen your face or your body, not with his own two eyes. 

“I’m not a model, Mattie. I’m not tall or slim or leggy like Karen, I don’t have my shit together half the time and I don’t always wear the nicest clothes and my hair isn’t shiny and flawless. I’m fat and I’m a little clumsy and I have this one spot on my chin that won’t go away. I…I don’t know why you picked me because if you could see me…” You take a shuddering breath and he has to close his eyes because it hurts. It hurts deep in his chest, what you're saying because he knows where it’s going and because the self-doubt, the negativity is painful to hear from someone he loves so much.

“If you could see me I worry that you wouldn’t have looked at me twice…and I worry that this isn’t serious for you, that…that i’m just the next thing on the list.” He’s not your boyfriend, but it feels like he is and every time Foggy reminds you that Matt goes through women like he changes shirts…it makes you question why he’s even entertaining you and how serious he even is about it. When he reminds you of the type of women Matt usually picks up, you look at yourself in the mirror and pick yourself apart. You're the biggest woman he’s ever been with and you wonder why you? Why not someone else?

“I can see you.” When he opens his eyes they’re glistening with tears to match your own, “Not with my eyes, but I can see you. I know the shape of you from my hands,” He presses them to your cheeks, finger tips roaming over your skin brushing away your tears and following your features, mapping them out to himself. The softness of your cheeks, that pudge underneath your chin, how your cheeks dimple when you smile wide, the width and tilt of your nose. The slight scar you have from running into a table corner at the age of two. 

“I know how you feel underneath me, wrapped around me. How your body dips and curves.” His hands trail down your neck, over your sides to your waist, press against the dips and rolls of your torso, “I know your stomach jiggles when you laugh, how your thighs press around me when we’re in bed.” He follows the curve of your stomach, and the width of your thighs. You’re breathless, unable to do much but watch and listen as he catalogues each part of you that he can’t see but still knows in depth. 

“I know the warmth of you wrapped around my cock when we fuck and the taste of you on my tongue.” He tugs you closer by the hips, his thigh slotting between your own, pressing against your cunt through layers of fabric. Matt presses his lips to the shell of your ear as if someone might overhear, even when he can barely hear himself, the sound of your heart beating so loudly in his ears that it feels like his own.

“I know how flushed and warm you get when I call you sweetheart and how you twist away from me when you're about to cum.” His hands stay at your hips and they rock you, back and forth, back and forth, urging you to grind against his leg like this is some perverse prayer to you. Maybe it is? Or maybe Matt doesn’t know another way to make you realise he desires every bit of you, that he hasn’t settled.

“Mattie..” You’re breathless and unsure and so confused and warmed all at once. His words are sweet and dirty and terrible, but wonderful. You feel seen, but find yourself zoning in and out of his words as he presses against your cunt and encourages you to grind back. The muscles in his thigh flex and tense as his voice grows deeper, grittier, a growl in the back of his throat. 

“I know the sound of your voice, when it's sad, happy, angry or hoarse from screaming my name. I know when you’ve been crying and when you’re starting to get sick because your voice cracks just the tiniest amount. I know you bite your nails when you’re anxious and that you constantly play with your hair. I know your toes curl when I call you a good girl and that you can’t help but dig your nails into my back…” Something you’re doing in that exact moment, your hands had found their way to the back of his t-shirt, nails digging into him like you might fall otherwise, anchoring yourself, as your clit catches on the fabric between the two of you and your whole body burns with the feeling of him.

“Matthew…Wh…” A warm, large hand wraps around your throat, it’s so gentle despite it’s placement. Just a little squeeze, just to the sides of your throat, enough to make your blood sing and your centre throb. It’s a moment of realisation. That he knows you, that he can pull and pick you apart and no amount of sight changes that. That he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re fat. To know you’re beautiful to him. To know who you are. 

Matthew's breath is warm across your lips as he stops to press a kiss to your mouth, he tastes like his particular brand of bitter coffee, and toothpaste. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he forces himself away with a groan at the feel of your cunt dampening the clothes between the two of you. Slick and hot and he wants to be the only one to ever touch you like this again for the rest of your life. To pledge himself to you. 

“I know the sound of your heartbeat, I can hear it wherever I go. I can pick yours out of a line-up, individual, unique, you. The same way I could pick your perfume out of a thousand others. I know you. I see you and what I see…” You can’t breathe, head tilted back by his hand, as his other rocks your hips against his leg firm and steady. You can barely focus on his words, that coil in your stomach so tight, as tight as your eyes are closed. The warmth between your thighs burning, broiling, blinding. You’re certain Matt is the only thing keeping you upright as you jerk against him thoughtlessly, seeking the orgasm you know he can always draw out of you. Like you’re his favourite instrument to play.  

“What I see I love. If I had my sight I'd still pick you. I’d still love you. Jesus…Sometimes I wish I could see because I know that I'd cherish every second of that image, burn it into my mind forever. You're my girl. You're my good girl and no one can ever compare to you.” The hand on your throat tightens, a buzzing loud in your ear as you gasp against his touch, your hips jerking suddenly at the sensation. 

“Matt…” God, he loves your whine, deep in the back of your throat like you can’t help yourself, can’t cope with all the feelings inside you. 

“I’ve got you, cum for me, sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can do it, just.” He grits his teeth and his hand slips inside your panties, deft fingers finding your clit from memory. “A little.” You try to writhe away from him at the feeling, too sensitive too much, but Matt keeps you close, fingers circling, pressing. “Bit.” Your nails dig deeper into his back, a small price to pay for the sound of your moan and the slick wetness against his fingers. “More.” The hand on your throat tightens as he twists your clit one last time, your body going boneless melting against him as you cum.

His name sounds like a song when you do, the way you toss your head back underneath his hand and gasp it to the empty air of his apartment like some sort of psalm. He works you through it, fingers careful of the sensitivity between your legs, before lowering you back onto his couch and joining you.

Matt wraps himself around you, your plush softness a balm to his soul as he presses kisses to your throat. 

You try to reach back for his cock, to relieve him of the hardness between his legs but he just takes your hand in his own, “This is about you, not me.” He lets you catch your breath again, lets you relax into him and find some semblance of sanity.

“I love you, sweetheart. Maybe, I've not been clear enough. But, I love you and I want you to be mine and only mine, for as long as you’ll have me. I see you and I think you’re the most breathtaking woman I've ever known.”

“Does this…does this mean…” You don’t want to say the words, to get your hopes up, even after he’s said the biggest three of them all. Even after he’s made it quite clear his interest is more than fleeting.

Matt can’t help but chuckle at you, hand tilting your chin to the side so you can see his face, even if he can’t see yours. His cheeks are flushed red, his grin endearing as it shows off his dimples and adds warmth to his brown eyes, “Be my girlfriend?”

“Really?”

“Be my girlfriend?” He repeats himself. More serious than he’s ever been as his thumb brushes the soft apple of your cheek. He knows he’s had a reputation in the past, relationships not really his thing but…but he wants this, wants you. 

“Yeah, of course, yes!” His nose brushes against yours, nuzzling into you, grinning wide. His fingers find the corners of your mouth and trace your own smile, the way it matches his, blinding and brilliant. Your heart is still fast, but it’s different, not the fast pace of an anxious beat, but giddy to match your grin. 

“I’ll have a word with Foggy…but I do see you. In my own way and I love everything I see, even when you yell at me for losing my cane.” 

“I don’t know how you lose so many of them…” You swear you need a separate budget just for the amount you have to replace them, you’re not sure where they end up, but they’re never found again. 

“I’m forgetful?”

“Mmm, sure you are Murdock.” You brush a kiss to his cheek, stubble scratching against your lips and Matt can’t help but lean in, press towards you like a sunflower that’s finally found daylight.  “Do you love me?”

It’s a question that makes you realise you never said back. That you’d left him without an answer for such strong feelings, but it’s an easy answer to conjure up, rolling off your tongue without a single thought or hesitation. 

“Yeah, I love you…why else would I iron your shirts? You know I hate ironing.”

You watch as Matt throws his head back and laughs, a deep rumble in his chest and you know he means it when he says he loves you, that you’re it for him.

[forever-rogue]

can i request just steven fluff? Maybe you are stressed and he is going out of his comfort zone to comfort you? I want a fic that is just him bc i hate the way Marc is always always always the focus! I love marc but steven my love <3

AN | Steven really just out here being everyone’s dream mans, huh? I just think he would the sweetest when you need him  🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Period Related Issues, Mentions of Estranged Family

Word Count | 1.6k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

“Hello darling,” his voice was soft and cheery as he looked from the book he was reading as you trudged into his apartment. He hadn’t done anything wrong or said anything wrong but it still managed to annoy you. You felt bad the moment you realized it was probably written all over your face.

“No,” you sighed as you shook your head before dropping your bag and heading towards the bathroom to take a long, hot shower, “I’m so sorry, Steven. I just…I’m in a horrible mood. It’s not you, at all, but I just need a bit of time alone.”

“Okay,” he agreed softly, deciding to respect your boundaries. For a moment he wanted to be offended but then quickly decided realized it wasn’t personal. Instead he dog-eared the page he was on and tossed his book onto the table before walking into the kitchen. If there wasn’t anything he could say to make you feel better, then maybe a nice cup of tea would help. 

Just standing under the hot water and scrubbing away the grime of the day helped you to feel a million times better. You took your time, making sure you were thoroughly clean, lathering up in Steven’s soap and shampoo. You always loved how he smelled and wanted to have him that much closer, that even when you woke up the next you could still feel him.

You weren’t even sure how long you remained in the shower, stepping out only when the water started to run cold. Steven must have slipped in silently at some point, leaving a warm, fluffy towel and some clean clothes for you on the edge of the sink for you. The kind gesture made your heart constrict slightly, and you felt bad for how you’d snapped at him. He always managed to be so gentle and kind hearted, even when people didn’t deserve it. 

You were drying off your hair when you walked back into the living area, finding him watching a random documentary on TV, a steaming mug of tea on the table in front of him. He had impeccable timing and had made your favorite tea in your favorite mug. 

“Steven,” you whispered his name so softly that it captured his attention immediately. A smile worked its way onto his face as he patted the spot next to him on the couch where he’d placed a big blanket. You made a small sound as you padded over and huddled under the warmth of it as he wrapped his arm around you without hesitation, “I’m sorry for snapping at you, my love. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he insisted with that grin you loved so much, “we all have off days. I’m sure I’m not always a peach either, and yet you still put up with me!”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” you turned so you were looking up at him. His eyes were illuminated by soft lamp light, making them the most lovely shade of umber, his gaze so tender and gentle, “you are always wonderful, Steven. I can’t even think of a moment you weren’t.”

“No need to flatter me,” a dark flush of pink crept into his cheeks as you gently touched his face, “do you want to tell me about it? What’s got you upset, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…I apologize in advance for all my whinging, but I’m just going to get it off my chest and then it’ll be done,” you huffed lightly.

“Don’t apologize,” he repeated softly, “just tell me. Let me carry some of the burden for you.”

“I love you,” was the first thing off your lips as you leaned up to kiss him. He repeated the sentiment quietly, “work has been mental, as I’ve already whined about, and my boss has been hounding me about this silly presentation I’m working on. I’m not presenting it for another two weeks and it’s coming along. He’s practically hovering over me half the day about it and it’s frustrating. I know what I’m doing and am more than capable. I wish he’d leave me alone.”

“He’s…definitely something,” he agreed, never having been his biggest fan, “have you tried…suggesting that he could leave you alone?”

“In nice terms,” you sighed, “I think I might just have to be direct, even if it hurts his feelings a little. Maybe then I can breathe.”

“I can always rough him up a little,” he suggested with an eyebrow wiggle as you couldn’t help but laugh, “well, maybe Marc can, but it’s all the same, innit?”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you grinned as he shot you a cheeky wink, “on top of that, my family’s been on me about us going to see them and spending the week there. And…hesitation is not anything to do with you. I just…I don’t really want to see them. They front like they’re such wonderful people but they’re not - I mean, I’ve told you stories about them. They’re my family you know, by blood, but you…you’re my real family. You’re the one that matters.”

“The feeling is much the same, sweetheart,” the expression he was watching you with was nothing short of reverent. His hand found your face as he stroked his thumb over your cheek before wiping away the tears that had pearled up and rolled down, “don’t cry, it’s alright. Don’t pay them any mind.”

“I know,” you huffed with a light laugh, “it’s silly to worry about something so trivial.”

“If it has to do with your feelings, it’s not trivial.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you wrapped an arm around his middle, snuggling yourself into his side as much as possible, wanting to mold yourself into him, “I’m glad one of us manages to be level-headed. I am also majorly deep in my PMS and that’s not helping anything.” 

“I can’t speak to how horrible that is,” he shuffled you around slightly so he could pull you into lap. He reached up and swiped his thumb along your bottom lip, and you pressed a kiss to it before taking his hand repeating the action to each finger, “but it seems like the worst. .”

“It can be,” that might have been an understatement, “and makes me so…I don’t know. The hormones definitely are all over the place. I cried at a commercial with a dog earlier-”

“But was it a sad commercial?”

“Not even,” you laughed, a sense of ease seeping into your bones. Nothing - nobody - made you feel the way he did. So loved and cared for…seen and heard, “it was just a commercial. And then I came home and was mean to you! I…I’m sorry, truly Steven. But you…thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for, darling?” Was it possible for him to be any sweeter? You put your hands on either side of his hand, studying him intently as he practically beamed at you. You sighed lightly, a warm contented sound, before leaning and kissing him gently. His hands found purchase on your waist as he held you softly, capturing your lips with a few soft kisses of his own. 

“For being you,” you kissed his cheek before pressing your forehead against his, “for always being there for me, for being kind and patient, gentle, and loving. You are everything and more than I could ever wish for. I love you.”

“You have me, sweetheart,” he promised, nudging your nose with his, “I love you too…did you use my shampoo?”

“Yes,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around your neck, carding a hand through his dark curls, “I wanted to smell like you. It always makes me feel better. That’s why I like to use your pillow when you’re gone. It makes me feel like you’re there.”

“Funny story,” he whispered in your ear before you pulled back to look at him, “I do the same thing to your pillow.”

“Steven,” the small laugh that escaped your lips was definitely his favorite sound in the world, “I am so in love with you. Every little thing you do and say. You’re my favorite thing in this world.”

“I think that might just be the crazy hormones talking,” he suddenly seemed very shy as he dipped his head, burrowing it in your neck. His arms had a tight grip on and you kissed the side of his head, “silly, gorgeous girl.”

“It’s not,” you promised quietly, “it’s the truth, Steven Grant. I just…thank you.”

“You’re my favorite thing too,” he was gently stroking your back, the touch feeling wonderful on your stiff muscles, causing you to arch into his touch, “want to order a take away and watch a silly romantic comedy?”

“I would love nothing more,” the look in your eyes was enough to make him melt, “you’ve turned my entire day around and made it a million times better, my love.”

“And I’ll do it whenever you need me to,” it was a soft, gentle promise, “my darling.”

[shiny-jr]

I didn’t ask to get isekaied (IV)

Warning: Yes, this is still a yandere thing. You have been warned. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper.

Summary: (Continuation, after this) The main cast of Twisted Wonderland is in ruins after realizing the player’s vessel, Yuu, has mysteriously gone out of commission. So when Grim vanishes and appears next with a stranger holding Yuu’s camera, they cannot recognize the player they practically worship and assume the worst: that this person is an imposter.

Note: I legit thought of the idea for this part while waiting for class to start. Honestly, low-key proud of myself for it. Makes me wanna go back and rewrite Octavinelle’s part and maybe even a bit of Savanaclaw’s. But I probably won’t for now at least. Maybe I will when I’m bored. 

Octavinelle   |   Scarabia   |   Pomefiore 

    Now, you would have to depend on yourself. It was Grim that distracted Azul, saving you yet again by making the dorm leader stumble when the feline unexpectedly appeared and ran by his feet to trip him up. It worked as a distraction, you escaped Octavinelle but got separated from Grim in the process. You were sure he’d be fine, but yourself? You weren’t so sure. It seemed like everyone in this school knew your face, and they were hunting you down because of it. If you were to catch a break, to get away and sneak through the grounds, you’d need a proper disguise.

    That’s why when you found a bag left behind by some forgetful student, you wasted no time in taking it. You knew the schedule of the bells by your fourth day here now, and you knew the bell to dismiss students from their main classes was about to go off. Which meant the halls would be filled soon. Going into the nearest portal, you were relieved to see the dorm space was empty, its students still busy but they would be back soon. For now, you found a secluded room where you could change. Mentally apologizing to whoever left the bag behind, but also thanking them. Swapping on the white uniform clothes in the bag and utilizing the contacts, styling your hair in a different way, applying makeup so you may look different. It was quick but efficient work, you looked different and you prayed that no one would recognize you. But there was one thing wrong with the disguise: it was a pristine white uniform of a neighboring academy. Oh, you dearly hoped they would leave you alone and not pick a fight just because of the uniform! It was all you could afford to wear at the moment.

    To avoid a beating from the Night Raven College students that despised Royal Sword Academy so much, maybe it was best to wait it out. In the meantime, you could hide and catch up on sleep you were so deprived of, come up with a story as to trick people into why a Royal Sword Academy student was here, and wait until night when it would be much easier to sneak out without being noticed.

    Sleep… Yes. That sounded so nice. You needed it. Sleeping in the dark shadows and shade of these outside corridors, tucked away and hidden from sight. Listening to the running water of the fountains in this oasis as the vast sandy desert stretched out over the horizon, your eyes slowly closed shut…

    When you awoke, you saw the night sky but you swore you were blinded by a dazzling smile as bright as the sun. A familiar white-haired young man had awoken you, and you paled at the realization that the Scarabia Dorm Leader had woken you up.

SCARABIA

    Kalim. The young man remained friendly, kindly asking who you were and why were you sleeping on the cold ground when you could’ve asked for a spare bedroom! The memory of how the others treated you replayed in your mind, fearful of it happening again, you lied and told him you were touring Night Raven College to transfer here soon but got lost and sleepy. It seemed he bought your story and eagerly invited you to the banquet at his dorm tonight, he wouldn’t take no for an answer because he was so excited to have a guest from another school! It was so strange… These past few days he’s been feeling downhearted, ever since Yuu shut down but now this stranger is making him feel… happy! So unbelievably happy, he can barely contain it! His joy was blinding him. Walking hand-in-hand, he only made you feel welcome as he practically skipped beside you, eating up all the lies you spoke as he insisted on the two of you sharing dishes. He didn’t think about being poisoned, because how could someone who made him so happy even dream of hurting him? Kalim believed you when you lied about your identity to protect yourself, claiming you were a wealthy royal heir hailing from distant lands and who studied at Royal Sword Academy. But you were considering transferring here! That thought made him so happy! Although he’s only known you for only a few hours, he really wanted to spend his school days with you! Smiling and laughing in your presence, he was just so content and delighted, never noticing how you would nervously glance at exits every few minutes. As you’d excuse yourself to get another plate or go get a breath of fresh air, attempting to escape, he’d jump up from his seat and follow you. Don’t worry, you won’t be alone, he’ll come too and keep you company! “Hey, what do you say to transferring tonight? I’m sure we can make it happen! That way you won’t have to leave and we can be together all the time!” 

   On the other hand, the cheerful dorm leader’s counterpart was not as eager to welcome the stranger. Jamil had his suspicions of the supposed RSA student touring. Why would a student from that rival school even want to join? Kalim had a family member attending RSA who often spoke with Kalim, and he never once heard mention of this royal heir. He’d never even heard of this mythical land they supposedly hailed from. It all screamed that something was clearly amiss. Since Yuu shut down, he’s been juggling his usual responsibilities, caring for the unusually despondent Kalim that was downcast without being in the player’s grace for over a week, and searching for a solution to somehow fix the vessel. Jamil wanted to snap, he wanted to ignore Kalim and focus on finding an answer, but each time he refrained. The thought of the player calmed him, it motivated him, reminding him that once the player was back, they could praise him for all his hard work and award him with their calming loving grace. Now, the longer he looked at the guest casually eating and listening, the more irritated he became and the more he noticed. They would glance at different exits, they were stiff, they were nervous, they knew they didn’t belong here, is what he concluded. This supposed guest knew they shouldn’t be here. It didn’t take very long for Jamil to see past their disguise, able to connect the dots due to their mistakes and to the news of the imposter roaming somewhere on campus. This was the imposter right in front of him, and they had Kalim wrapped around their little finger. When you were alone with Kalim on the balcony, that’s when he appeared, angered by the dorm leader’s excitement with the imposter. Here, his calm demeanor cracked a bit, revealing moments of his anger. “Shut up! Don’t be so blind, Kalim. That’s the imposter that caused everything and you’ve been talking to them and laughing with them! You’re helping the very person that hurt Yuu!!”

[twisted-broth]

Twst characters yandere potential

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, murder, blackmail, implied drugging, stalking

I’m happy to write scenarios or profile for any of these characters!!

S tier

Cater- BESTIE DONT GET ME STARTED. Cater has a really warped perception of love due to his sisters fawning over him. He honestly believes that you could never love him naturally. With his social media talents, he can either help you keep up a new life with him or wipe you off the grid entirely. With his unique magic, you’re never alone. He’s able to run errands and go to class and still be with you all day. This is, after he had kidnapped you of course. There really was no other way. Anything else would have just been superficial but he knows that the love he’s going to draw out of you will be pure.

Ruggie- this is probably my most surprising top pick but hear me out. Ruggie grew up with absolutely nothing. He learned very early on that if you want something you have to take it. And as soon as he decides that you’re the one for him, he takes you. This is the one thing he won’t let Leona have. No, this is just for him. Ruggie may look scrawny but he has enough strength to grab you and sprint to his room before anyone even notices. He doesn’t even care if they do because he is willing to fight tooth and nail to keep you. Even if you do love him back, you’ll probably never see the outside world again. Just trust him, he’s seen the world and he knows it’s not for sweet boys like you.

Floyd- I mean this is just canon isn’t it? Floyd is seriously unhinged and no one would dare fuck with him. Of course you’ll stay with him all the time and sleep in his room and not talk to anyone else but besides that you’re basically a normal couple! Floyd transfers to all your classes and sits next to you with a hand firmly gripping your thigh. Sure you can go ahead and give your scared doe eyes to the other students but what are they gonna do? No one’s going to save you, shrimpy. They all learned early on that if they so much as say a word to you then they’re dead the next day. Floyd is even so nice as to let you stay in the lounge with his brother while he deals with all the nasty business.

Jamil-Jamil is very similar to Ruggie in this regard. Once he falls in love he doesn’t even have time to watch you from afar because he knows that if Kalim wants you, he would have no choice but to hand you over. He has to hide you from Kalim, for your own safety. With his unique magic, it’s pretty easy for Jamil to get you into his dorm without a fight and without Kalim noticing. And that’s the rest of your life. Jamil isn’t delusional. He knows what he’s doing is wrong he just doesn’t care. He’s sacrificed so much in his life doesn’t he deserve to have one thing that makes him happy? At least once he kills Kalim and takes over the throne the two of you can live happily together and you’ll have the perfect life. Just a little longer.

Idia- no one is surprised here. The one time Idia was forced to leave his room he bumped into you. And you showed him kindness. You didn’t treat him like the disgusting weeb he knows he is, you treated him like a person. Big mistake. By the next day, Idia has already found out everything about you and hacked the cameras of all your devices. He also sent Ortho out to install cameras everywhere you have ever been known to hang out. Idia will never go a minute without looking at you. Of course he could never talk to you IRL, but pretty soon watching you wasn’t enough. He needed to have you and feel you. Call him insane while you thrash against the ropes tying you to his bed. He’s heard it all before but at least now you see him. You feel things towards him. Even hate is better than nothing.

A tier

Riddle- riddle is in a similar situation to most of the S tier yanderes since he wasn’t allowed to have fun things as a child. So many opportunities slipped through his fingers and he doesn’t intend to let you as well. However, he has a lot of internal struggle due to his need to follow the rules. What would the queen think? He would be very hesitant to kidnap you and definitely wouldn’t kill anyone but a normal relationship probably isn’t an option.

Deuce- okay I’m sorry but I just love me a man with anger issues. Deuce would kill someone for you 100%. He tries so hard to have a normal relationship with you but once his anger gets the best of him and you catch him in the hedge maze burying your best friend, all appearances are lost. Sure he’ll apologize and tell you that they had it coming but he knows what has to happen. He might not be the strongest but years of fighting have put some meat on his bones. I’m sure you’ll be very comfortable in his room forever.

Leona- Leona has a lot of resentment towards basically everyone. The only person he really tolerates is Ruggie and even he’s on thin ice pretty often. On the rare occasion that Leona does go to class, he gets to see you. And he sees you surrounded by people who want you and he immediately decides that he has to have what they want. The only reason he’s not higher is because he’s really lazy and will probably make Ruggie do the grunt work for him.

Kalim- kalim gets everything he wants. Ever since he was born no one ever dared tell him no. Everything was at his fingertips and he expect you to be too. Sure he knows that you’re your own person but he also knows how much happier you’ll be with him! Kalim was never reprimanded as a kid and so he doesn’t even realize when he’s doing something bad. If he sends his armies to kill your boyfriend it’s just because he was making you unhappy! What could be wrong about that? Yes he would do a lot of things to be with you but his only downfall is that he could never bring himself to make you mad or upset. Even if he doesn’t kidnap you, you’ll have to fall in love with him eventually.

Malleus- poor dude just does not get it. He was incredibly isolated growing up and really doesn’t know how to interact with people at all. Like all NRC students, you know to stay away from Malleus so when he randomly come up to you and asks to court you, you’re out of there fast. Unfortunately for you, he gets his advice from Lilia and that advice was to kidnap you. And once he does there is no escape. Not from him, not from Sebek and Silver and definitely not from Lilia. So he is yandere but only because he doesn’t know any better.

B tier

Ace- ace definitely craves validation but he’s a pretty good looking guy and a “bad boy” so he’s generally pretty popular with the guys at school. But somewhere in his mind after becoming friends with you, hes decided that you’re the only person who truly understands him. He becomes a staple in your life whether you want him to or not and soon enough, he’ll be the one to stay by you when all your other friends start keeping their distance.

Epel- this boy just wants someone he can be himself around and for some reason he has his eyes set on you. He constantly uses his sweet boyish charms to pull you away from whatever it if you’re doing. “It’ll only be a minute! Please Y/n?” How could you say no? He’ll avoid showing his true colors for as long as possible but when push comes to shove, he has a lot of powerful friends that can easily make you break.

Lilia- while lilia has the potential to be a great yandere, he’s a little too carefree to be able to keep you under his thumb. He’s also so mysterious that it’s hard to get close to him, even if he wants you to. He’s a great stalker tho. With his teleporting finesse, he could be hanging from the rafters of your dorm room watching you sleep and you would have no idea. What makes him dangerous is that he never thinks or worries about the repercussions of his actions. Definitely a delusional yandere.

C tier

Jade- jade and Azul are pretty far down on the list because of how much they care about work. Jade doesn’t have time for love. He doesn’t bother himself with anyone besides his brother and his boss. For the most part, his love for you will be more of an unhealthy fascination. He enjoys ruining your life and seeing how you react but even in his fucked up mind he won’t call it love.

Azul- Azul on the other hand actually does care about you. Unfortunately, he has a bad rep and your friends have warned you to stay away from him. Of course he longs for you but he’s very self conscious and he’s worried he’ll only bring you pain. But! If you were to come to him asking for a wish to be granted then he’ll stay up all night drafting the contract that is sure to make you his and his alone

D tier

Trey- so pretty much everyone in D tier is too focused on their jobs to devote their lives to someone. Trey has a full time job trying to keep Riddle from beheading their whole dorm while also supplying all the food for the tea parties. Trey would love to be in a relationship with you but he knows how busy he is and doesn’t want you to feel like he’s ignoring you in a relationship. So he’ll just make friendly conversation whenever he gets the chance and of course he’ll be a shoulder to cry on when some of your more toxic friends start to go missing.

Rook- full disclosure I don’t like rook (he’s French) but I’ll try my best. So we know that rook is generally already pretty creepy but he stalks people in more of an admiring way and he’s probably not going to do anything to disrupt the natural flow of your perfection. He wouldn’t risk killing someone for you because then what if you didn’t smile as much? He would much rather watch from afar and commit everything you do and say to memory.

Sebek- it would be so hard to get this boy to care about anyone besides Malleus. The only way to really get his attention would be if you were a dorm leader and you happened to boss him around one day. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you did that. But that’s very unlikely so in most cases he probably wouldn’t give you the time of day. Sorry :/

Crewel- crewel is very weird but he doesn’t exactly strike me as the yandere type. He would likely start a relationship with you first and then grow more obsessive and controlling as time goes on. At times it can be hard to tell if he’s just joking around or if he actually sees you as a pet. He loves keeping you tied up and under his complete control but that’s just him being kinky… probably.

E tier

Jack- jacks moral code is way too strong for him to turn to anything wrong. The most he’ll do is shoot some threatening looks to your friends or people flirting with you. Of course he has to be with you as often as he can, but that’s just to protect you! You’re so kind and there are so many people who might take advantage of that but don’t worry, he’ll keep all the bullies away.

Vil- Vil is way too self centered to do anything that might make him seem pathetic. He has fans crawling all over him, begging for attention and he fully expects you to do the same. No matter how much he wants you, his reputation is more important. He can’t be seen following you around like a puppy. But if you happen to come to him then surely he’ll be so kind as to grace you with his presence.

Silver- okay I don’t know a ton about silver but he’s generally just too apathetic to be a good yandere. It’s very rare that he will find someone that takes over his life but even if he does he’ll make no effort to show it. That guy is flirting with you? Oh I guess I’ll kill him later if I remember. Just as long as you weren’t flirting back.

Sam- listen, if Sam absolutely lost his shit then he would be a yandere like you’ve never seen. With everything he has access to? Bestie you would be in his house before you even knew what happened. So the only reason he’s at the bottom of the pack is because I genuinely believe that that would never happen. The Shadow Man died because of his obsession and Sam isn’t about to make the same mistake. (Unless you want him to👀)

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine the Ember Island Players creating a romance between you and Zuko which hits a little too close to home

You sat beside Katara and noticed how Zuko sat on the other side of her. Aang faltered, obviously wanting to sit there and you smirked as Zuko obliviously missed Aang’s look. Zuko had been with the group a few weeks now but his social skills still weren’t very good and you found it made for some very interesting interactions. His attempt at telling jokes alone made you smile every time you saw him for a full week afterwards and you found Zuko did a lot of things that amused you but apparently not so much the others. “I was going to sit there” Aang whined and Zuko shrugged “so? Just sit next to me”. Aang pouted and you laughed to yourself “here” you said standing up “take my seat Aang” and you moved so he could sit beside Katara. Katara was oblivious and you sat on the other side of Zuko chuckling at Aang’s blush. “What was that all about?” Zuko asked and you smiled “ow nothing you just almost ruined Aang’s evening”. Zuko frowned and went to ask what you meant when the lights dimmed so you knocked his arm shaking your head “i’ll tell you later now shhh”. Zuko folded his arm huffily but stopped talking. The play was wonderfully awful. As you hadn’t joined the gang straight away you knew you had time to just enjoy the first few acts and make fun of the way they portrayed all your friends. Plus what could they do to your character? You didn’t have any old flames like Katara or Sokka and you didn’t have an emotional backstory like Zuko or Aang. So you relaxed arms spread over the back of the bench and waited for *yourself* to make an appearance.

The second your actress walked on stage you knew it wouldn’t be good. They had your character all wrong! Your actress flirted with everyone and acted like a lovesick idiot. You didn’t think it could get much worse and then your character met Zuko’s.

“I’ll save you from the pirates” Zuko’s character purred to yours and you spluttered. “That...that wasn’t even me! That was Katara!” you whispered angrily. You looked to Zuko for confirmation who nodded “yeah I didn’t say that to you...and I certainly didn’t tie you up while staring at you like that”. “And I did not flirt with you like that either”. You both glared as your characters bonded and they actually invented Zuko letting you go voluntarily. As Zuko’s character stared off into the distance and said your name you heard Sokka and Suki wheezing from laughter while you simmered with anger and embarrassment. “I didn’t do that!” Zuko cried and you saw he was blushing vividly. That made you blush too and crossed your arms tightly “they better not stick with this theme”.

Of course they did. By the time act 3 had ended you and Zuko were living a star crossed lovers lifestyle in Ba Sing Sei. They again got you mixed up with Katara and said Azula kidnapped you to lure Zuko to the Earth King’s palace. The act ended with Zuko charging in to save you, offering his own life in exchange for yours, but Azula outmanoeuvred him and arrested him too. As the lights went up for intermission you and Zuko paused before exploding.

“That never even happened!”.

“I knew he was in Ba Sing Sei but we never went on a date”.

“Yeah that was a different girl”.

“And you did not fight with Jet over me”.

“I didn’t even know you knew Jet!” Zuko agreed and you both paused for air.

The gang all looked at each other before bursting into laughter. “What is so funny?” you cried and Sokka smiled. “We all know none of that stuff happened, we were there too remember?”. “Yeah so...can’t we rant?” you asked. “Well yeah but why get so mad about it? Are you trying to convince us or yourselves that the idea the two you flirted is so impossible?”. You and Zuko exploded again at the thought and Sokka and the others burst into laughter again. “All i’m saying is this is a lot of emotion to come from nowhere” Sokka smiled “now i’m going backstage so yell at each other or something” and he disappeared with Suki. Katara and Toph left for snacks and Aang went to the toilet leaving the two of you alone. “But i mean it is ridiculous” you muttered and Zuko nodded “utterly ridiculous”. “Sure we ended up together a few times” you shrugged “but that was completely by chance, it wasn’t like you were hyper-aware of me or vice versa”. “Yeah not at all” Zuko agreed but he wasn’t looking you in the eye for some reason. You stared at him confused and noticed his neck looked slightly red as if he was blushing. “Wait did you?” you asked suddenly “notice me more?”. Zuko looked up and he was indeed blushing deeply “what I....of course not! I never...I mean I did learn your name before anyone else’s but that’s because we spent that time together when I helped the pirates kidnap you and you wouldn’t shut up the whole night”. “Then why are you blushing so much?” you asked and Zuko shrugged “I don’t know I...it’s just them insinuating I like you. I’ve had it a lot”. “You have?” you asked amazed and Zuko nodded “when my uncle heard you’d seen me in Ba Sing Sei and that we’d reached a deal not to tell on one another he had this annoying smirk like i’d done it for any other reason besides the fact it was mutually beneficial. Then when I went back home Azula made it seem like me and you had a thing and Mai got jealous and started asking about you and I had to explain all our interactions and it was very awkward...she wanted me to reassure her by putting you down and making the idea seem impossible but I must have failed because she didn’t believe me. So I guess that’s why it makes me feel weird, everyone keeps telling me I act differently with you and I suppose I do but I have no idea if that’s because everyone keeps saying it or if I always have”. You nodded your head but were unsure what to say. “Well which one do you think it is?” you asked eventually and Zuko paused “what?”. “If you had to guess, would you say you act differently around me because of what people say about us or have you just always acted that way”. Zuko thought, staring at the ground and basically anywhere but at you, “i’m not sure but I guess maybe the second? They must have got it from somewhere I suppose”. “The second?” you asked surprised and Zuko’s blush returned vividly “I’m only guessing, I honestly don’t know”. You nodded your head and went to speak when the others returned which stopped you right in your tracks.  

The second half of the play began of course with you and Zuko reuniting in the prison under Ba Sing Sei. You and Zuko did end up there together but you definitely did less staring at one another. You rolled your eyes as your characters began to passionately speak to one another stepping closer and closer. They finally reached one another and you laughed when your character began yelling at Zuko’s. “Ha maybe they got some things right!” you whispered to Zuko who nodded “you did yell at me a lot”. You smirked and went to apologise when Zuko’s character kissed yours. You and Zuko abruptly shot away from each other. “That is not even close to what happened!” you cried at the others who were all laughing. Zuko nodded “this is just slander! They didn’t even bother to try to get our characters right and anyone with half a brain would realise that!”. Someone shushed Zuko and he glared “shush yourself” he cried before storming from the room. He didn’t return for the rest of the play and honestly you thought that was probably wise. It got worse and worse. They still kept in Zuko’s betrayal of Iroh but changed it making you at the centre of Zuko’s struggle. He chose the crown and they made you react dramatically (even getting a love ballad moment). They then skipped forwards to Zuko at the palace, who got his own song when he realised he’d made the wrong choice. Your characters reunited not long after and promptly confessed their love for one another. Then you were both murdered by Ozai very much in line with the tragic forbidden lovers style.

“I mean I’m just glad she’s dead” you shrugged on your way out “anything to end that romance”. The others smirked when Aang paused “do you think Zuko went back home to the villa?” looking around for the angry fire prince. “No he knows we don’t know this place well, he’s probably just sat outside somewhere” you replied looking around but you couldn’t see him brooding anywhere either. When you walked out the front door and still didn’t spot him Aang frowned “okay everyone split up and look for him, meet back here in five minutes”.

You returned five minutes later to see Katara, Suki, Sokka and Toph all hadn’t found him either. “I wonder where he is” Katara frowned and you shrugged “he’ll be fine, that boy has nine lives”. “He didn’t in that play” Toph commented and you nodded. “True but that play was a mess and there’s one thing I still can’t get over. Zuko said his family and friends thought he liked me that’s where his side of this rumour started but in the play they acted like I encouraged him! Where on earth did they get that idea?”. The group all went quiet and you paused “what?”. “Well...I mean you kinda do encourage him” Sokka frowned and your jaw dropped “I DO NOT! When have I ever...”. “When we got kidnapped by the pirates you teased Zuko constantly and refused to be quiet until he spoke to you” Katara pointed out. “Yes but that was to annoy him not flirt with him!”. “Okay how about when June asked if you were his girlfriend and you replied he wishes instead of no?”. “I was joking” you shrugged and Toph smirked “or how about when I was sneaking out to see Zuko at the Western Air Temple and found you already on your way to see him? What were you popping in to see Zuko for huh y/n? Nice date by the campfire?”. “I was doing the same thing as you! I was going to see if he would tell the truth and given that I knew him best I thought I....”. The gang all erupted and you paused “what?”. “You know him best?” Sokka asked smirking and you nodded “that doesn’t mean anything it’s a fact”. “Ow is it?” Sokka asked and you nodded “It is! Fine if I don’t know him best what was his fake name in Ba Sing Sei?”. Everyone went quiet and you nodded “or how about how long ago he was banished from the fire nation? Better yet just tell me his parent’s names!” you cried. When nobody replied you smirked folding your arms victoriously “told you I know him best”. “Yeah you’ve definitely proved how much you know about Zuko” Suki smirked looking past you. You frowned before you heard someone behind you. You turned to see Aang had found Zuko and by the look on his face he’d heard everything. You blushed and looked down “Zuko we were...”. “Having a competition to see who knows me best?” Zuko asked mildly amused and you paused “well sort of...Sokka started it”. “No I didn’t” Sokka retorted “you declared you knew Zuko the best and when I asked if you were sure you started spouting your favourite facts about him”. “They’re not my favourite facts about him” you snapped and Sokka’s smirk just grew “whatever y/n” and he turned leading the way home. The others all followed and purposefully made it so you and Zuko were at the back. “Why were you talking about me anyway?” Zuko asked and you paused “ow nothing I was just er...trying to work out why the Ember Island Players thought I had a thing for you but the gang was not helpful”. “They couldn’t think of a reason?” Zuko asked innocently and you frowned “no they could actually think of lots of reasons, it appears similar to your family they were also under the impression I held a flame for you as it were”. “Ow really?” Zuko asked. He kept his voice flat but you could swear he was smirking slightly. “Stop enjoying this” you whined pushing him “it’s not funny, it’s embarrassing”. “Liking me is embarrassing?” Zuko asked and you paused “no I didn’t mean that, I just meant having all your friends claim you like someone when you can’t see it”. “You really can’t see where they’re coming from?” Zuko asked and you shook your head “nope not at all”. Zuko looked away and you frowned “I saw that, what did that look mean?”. “Nothing...” Zuko trailed off but you sighed grabbing him by the arm to make him look at you “I’m sick of everyone saying things about me for once just say it to my face!”. Zuko sighed “fine, I just think i’ve been honest with you but you’re not being honest with yourself”. “Not being honest?”. Zuko nodded “Yes, I admitted I could see where my family were coming from and how the rumours started but you’re acting as if they plucked them out of thin air!”. “Well maybe they did! I don’t see how any of our interactions could be interpreted as romantic”. Zuko didn’t look convinced. “You don’t think there’s some truth to what the Ember Island Players said? That maybe there is something here?” Zuko asked gesturing to the small gap between you. “No of course not! Do you?”. “No” Zuko yelled back and you nodded “fine! You are the most infuriating...” you started when Zuko grabbed you kissing you. You initially tensed at the sensation but soon melted into it. Zuko seemed to be trying to prove a point by kissing you passionately and not wanting him to win you kissed him back matching his intensity. Finally Zuko pulled away for air and stared at you “still not want to admit there’s something here?”. You stared at Zuko torn between admitting he was right and your pride. You were annoyed, frustrated, excited and exhilarated all at once. You were breathing rapidly, your cheeks bright red as were Zuko’s and neither of you made to move away. “I...” you started eventually “that was a good kiss”. Zuko nodded, his frustration melting away “it was, I enjoyed it...I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to kiss you for a while now”. “You have?” you asked and Zuko nodded “as annoying as it is to admit my family and friends were right, I like you and I have for a while”. You smiled despite yourself at how adorable Zuko looked all bashful and embarrassed. “I tried ignoring it for a while but then when I joined the group your friends all saw it straight away. Then tonight...the play was bad but I was frustrated that everyone seemed to see it apart from you the person I actually wanted to see it...you”. You looked down wondering how to reply “I’m sorry I bet that was really frustrating”. Zuko nodded “It was and I figured this was just one-sided but that...did you feel it too?”. Zuko looked so unsure and unlike himself it was endearing and gave you confidence. “Yes” you said shakily “after that kiss I can tell you it is definitely not one-sided. I like you too Zuko and probably have since the start”. “Probably?” Zuko asked and you sighed “I’m not good with my emotions, I can be oblivious to them so I can’t with certainty tell you it’s been going on as long as the play made it out to be but I know I like you. Right now in this moment...I hope that’s enough, I know it’s a shit confession and you probably wanted something more solid but I...”. Zuko began laughing and you paused “what’s so funny?”. “Something more solid? Y/n I’m on the run from the Firelord who is my father, my sister is hunting me to kill me and I could very likely be imprisoned for the rest of my life if Aang fails and that’s if i’m lucky...I’m not even sure if I have a future so trust me all I need is the present. To know in this moment right here you like me back” Zuko blushed but he stepped closer and took your hands “that’s more than enough for me”. “It is?” you asked and Zuko nodded “yes and if by some chance it becomes more long-term I’ll be very happy but for now I just want to enjoy this time with you”. You smiled and leant in to kiss Zuko again when someone coughed. “Hey what are you two doing?” Sokka called. Apparently the others had finally realised the two of you were no longer with the group and walked back to find the two of you as you currently were. Luckily it was dark so you moved away from Zuko but still held his hand. “Yeah we thought you’d gotten lost are you okay?” Katara called. Zuko sighed and you smirked at his expression. “We’re fine” you smiled “we were just talking and Zuko’s going to show me this beach he went to a lot as a kid”. Zuko’s eyes shot up to yours and he smiled. “You are?” Aang asked and Zuko nodded “yep, it’s not far from here so we won’t be long. You guys head back to the villa and we’ll meet you there” and with that Zuko tugged you away from the others. You smiled at Zuko and he smiled back at you “quick thinking, I didn’t think we’d get out of there so easily”. “You can thank me later” you replied when you heard Sokka gasp “wait are they holding hands? Y/n are you holding hands?”. “Run!” Zuko cried and you laughed but did as he said. You kept running even after Sokka’s voice trailed off and only stopped when you reached a sandy beach. You both collapsed on the ground and you turned to look at Zuko “did you know this was here or did you get lucky?”. “Totally the former” he smiled and you shook your head “you’re lucky I like you”. “I really am” Zuko agreed and he stared at your face tenderly. His fingers brushed your cheek and you smiled “what are you waiting for?”. “I have no idea” Zuko admitted and he leant in to reclaim the lost kiss from earlier. This time you weren’t interrupted.