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imerdwarf · 4 years

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Love in Drunk

Summary: Thor comes to town and everyone has a good time, Bucky especially when he's given the strong mead.

Warnings: drunk!Bucky, fluffs, cuteness 😍

Word Count: 914

Author's Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club's drunk drabbles and I couldn't resist this cute funny drunk Bucky prompt! 😍

Thor had decided to stop by tonight, bringing a couple of bottles of Asgardian mead with him to help relax and share with the super soldiers who were incapable of getting drunk. You kept watch from a distance, occasionally breaking out a small smile of your own when the sounds of his laughs reached your ears.

It was such a rare sight, and you were one of his closest friends. You've been there for him since day one, you've seen first hand just how much he struggled to forgive himself and allow himself to be happy.

His mood was usually broody, cranky and occasionally distant. There were odd days where he'd smile a lot more than others, and whenever he laughed, it was music to your ears. A sense of pride washed through you if you was you who made him laugh.

You've never seen Bucky drunk before. This was a whole new experience for you as you watched him stumble across the room and giggle when he tripped over nothing. The sight made you stilfle your own laughs, deciding to intervene before the man ended up in the emergency room.

Pushing off the wall, you approach Bucky like you would a puppy, coaxing it to you by holding your arms out.

"Come on buddy, let's get you to bed." You chuckle when he pouts adorably. His eyes are glossed over from the affects of the alcohol and you've never seen his pupils so dilated before.

"No- don't wanna," he sighs but throwing his flesh arm over your shoulder anyway, stumbling forwards guiding him towards the hallway.

Along the way, he tumbles down and laughs, pulling you with him and laughing with his head thrown back and clutching his ribs.

"I'm so lucky," he mumbles, laying on the floor with his knees bent and his arms above his head. You kneel beside him and rest your hand on his chest.

"How come?" You ask, thinking he's referring to his own forgiveness.

"I have-" he pauses to hiccup and sighs before continuing, "the most wonderful girlfriend." He grins up at you, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before opening wide again.

You chuckle and shake your head, "who is this girl I don't know about huh?" You tease him, knowing pretty sure you would be the first to know about his relationship.

Bucky goes through a little phase at this point - he snort laughs and wheezes, catching his breath before sighing.

You could get used to seeing him like this. He scratches his forehead before lifting himself up onto his hands and knees. You help him to stand and his arm slings over your shoulder.

"You didn't answer my question Sarge," you tease, looking up at him and smiling when he blushes.

"Y'already know her," he replies, hiccuping and slurring. His weight feels heavy and it's a rush to get him back to his room before he passes out in the hallway and wakes up with a bad back in the morning.

"I do?" Your eyebrows pinch, thinking back if you missed anything.

Bucky laughs, holding onto his stomach as he hunches over slightly. "O'course doll face, you're my girlfriend, dummy!" He states with a wheezy laugh and a shake of his head. "Y' the light 'a my life." He slurrs with an unrecognisable accent.

Laughing with him, you shake your head and adjust your grip on his arm.

"Since when?" You ask, playing along with his game that he won't remember tomorrow.

"Hmmmm." He hums, eyebrows knitted together as he thinks long and hard, "m' whole life, or s'thing like that." He giggles, stopping outside of his bedroom door. You kick the door open and he stumbles inside, falling over and laughing.

"Goodness Buck, you're gonna lay an egg if you keep laughing that hard." You say with a chuckle in your tone. You go over to his bed and pull back the covers and plump his pillows before returning to the giggling man on the floor. "Alright big guy, bed, now." You order, bending over to help him to his feet and take him to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Y' a great girlfriend," he sways side to side, "m' so lucky for you doll." Your heart warms and clenches at the same time, knowing he doesn't know what he's saying and knowing he won't remember anything in the morning.

"Grateful for you too Buck. So, I'm gonna leave and come back, give you some privacy to take off your clothes and put these on." You say, dropping down his usual nightwear next to him.

As you said, you disappear into his bathroom for a couple of minutes, stifling a chuckle when you would hear him fall over and curse.

"Y/N!" He yells for you.

You poke your head around the corner and see he's dressed decently. You sigh, kicking his thrown off clothes into the corner of the room and help him lay down and pull the covers back.

"Grateful for you." He whispers, his eyes fluttering closed and his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead and leaving a glass of cold water on his bedside table before leaving to stand by the door and looking back at Bucky. He's out cold, snoring and grunting. You smile, "sweet dreams." You whisper, closing the day behind you quietly and going back to your room, wondering if he will remember what he said in the morning.

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bitchiha · 4 years

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The Hokages Office (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: this is dedicated to all my Yamato stans (esp uhhh-hatake and papashi) You’re both lovely and I think it’s about time i fed you, my fellow whores <3 I wrote it on and off for about like four days... and I think I did horny tree man some justice. Ending was a little rushed and it’s semi proofread :(

Warnings: this is like a fucking porno script okay bye like it’s all smut. Li te rally all of it. Like there’s maybe like 4 paragraphs that don’t include horniness so... yah. Public sex I guess?? Just look at the title.

Summary: Ever since Tenzou was assigned to team Kakashi, he has been dying to get you alone. However, it seems to be quite a difficult task when you’re always running away flusteredly, he is beginning to lose his patience.

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From the moment Tenzou was assigned to Team Kakashi, he could not stop thinking about you; Lady Hokages new assistant.

It was like your flustered face was burnt into the frontal cortex of his brain, numbing his self restraint with every shy smile you gave him. He could never manage to get you alone though, in fact all of your exchanges were just polite and short and in the presence of either Shizune or Tsunade. The hungry beast inside of him constantly lashed out for more. Lord help him, he needed more. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed the universe refused to give him what he wanted and that beast was always left unsatisfied.

His patience was wearing incredibly thin. It’s been months since the two of you met and the amount of times he’s had to take care of himself because of you was borderline pathetic. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way your skirt clung to your waist, or the way you’d look up at him through your long lashes with those adoring eyes...

His day at the office started with the usual boner. He had barely managed to last five minutes in the building before it happened.

The halls were completely empty, save for you rushing down the passageway — straight towards him. He stood there shocked, his feet felt like they were cement blocks holding him in place as he watched your preoccupied figure practically run straight for him at an alarming pace. There was a paper fisted tightly in your hand as you ran through the empty hall. It was probably some paper Tsunade had you go fetch, Shizune being to busy to do so herself. You didn’t seem to notice him in your state, you got so nervous over the littlest things. So much so that you were blinded by them and the inevitable fate was that you two were most definitely going to crash into eachother and all Yamato could do was wait with a twisted excitement.

You slammed into him with as loud thump. He could feel your breasts pushed right against his chest and your hair brush the bottom of his chin. A gasped slipped from your muffled lips, your face pressed to his chest. Once you realized you had knocked into another person, whose heart was beating 100 miles per hour, you peered up at them. When you recognized Yamatos face you managed to retract your body embarrassedly, but the damage was already done to Yamato’s now tightening pants. A look of surprise was set across his face as he processed the lingering feeling of your body against his, this had to be the most pathetic moment of his life and a record breaker for the worlds fastest boner.

But ss Yamato observer these past few months, your nerves bad blinded you and you didn’t seem to notice. “Y-Yamato! I’m so sorry!!” You said as you avoided eye contact, “I-I’m just.. I’m just a little behind with schedule and I can’t seem to find Shizune to give her this—“ you breathlessly babbled, he wasnt really focusing on any of the words you spoke though. The only thing he was thinking about was how he wanted to make you stutter out his name like that again, the sound was practically tattooing itself onto his brain.

As usual, before Yamato had the chance to respond, the two of you heard a sound from down the hall. He watched as your face perked up, like a puppy at the sound of a squeaky toy. You turned away from him, glad for an opportunity to escape, “That must be her!” And you were off again, shooting down the hall leaving Yamato to stare after your disappearing figure and to deal with an raging hard on..

And here he was now, about a half and hour later, alone in the Hokages office. The boner still prevelant, more than before as the thought of your body pressed against his was superglued to his brain. He was grateful that his pants were loose fitted and made it a little difficult to see, but he honestly didn’t put up much of an effort to hide it anymore. Lady Tsunade has already seen the imprint of his pants grow gradually bigger these past couple of months, there was no use in trying to hide it anymore. He debated if he should just go jack off in the bathroom, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little late, right? Afterall, Tsunade clearly didn’t care about her own tardiness.

The sound of someone’s footsteps approaching caused him to stop his internal debate. Instead, he listened carefully as he try to identify the owner of the sounds — was it Tsunade? No... They were too fragile to be Tsunades, she walked with much more authority.. Shizunes? Not likely. They were too light to be Shizunes, who’s steps were always frantically beating the ground as she chased the Hokage about. No.. These steps were definitely y/n’s and she seemed to be rushing straight for the office.

His heart rate sped up at the thought, straightening against the wall. Was it too good to be true? He silently prayed to see the shy girl appear as he watched the closed door intently. Desperately trying to manifest the sight. The footsteps got closer, and closer, and the door knob began to turn.

“—Lady Hokage!” You screeched breathlessly as you stumbled into the room, a huge stack of papers balanced in one hand as the other whipped the door open. Bingo.

He watched with surprised eyes as the poor assistant begin to nervously babble out an apology for her tardiness. It took a minute for you to collect yourself and realize there was no one to hear your apology. When you did, you let out a sigh of relief at the empty room, clearly failing to notice Yamato behind you. No wonder you were still an assistant in training.. your nerves were worse than Shizunes. He observed indulgently as muscles in your back untensed through your blouse and you sighed in relief, placing the stack of papers on the already cluttered desk. Your skirt rising up just the way he pictured when he thought about you in the late hours in the night, causing a scratching from the hungry beast inside the observing Shinobi.

You quickly thanked the empty room for the salvation of escaping Tsunades wrath, hanged wringing to together with relief. The little display caused Yamato to chuckle quietly, resulting in a startled yelp from the assistant. You stumbled backward, leaning your body against the desk, facing the Shinobi who had been behind you. He noticed how your legs trembled a little, like a baby deer and he couldn’t repress his excited smirk. This is just how he pictured this.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you, y/n.” He said with a sly smile as he straightened up and peeled his body off the wall.

“N-no thats okay!” You managed to yelp out, bowing respectfully to the ninja, your vision lowering with your movement, catching the tent in his pants. Your mouth fell open a little at the sight. You were bent in a bit of an awkward position, your legs were still shaking causing you to rely on your arms leaning on the desk for support. Nonetheless he appreciated the gesture and how you pretended not to see the obvious surprise in his pants as you straightened up again. You were always such a good girl, always so respectful, but he didnt fail to notice your lingering eyes.

Yamato chuckled again at your wandering gaze fueling this dream in his hesd. Yeah, he’s struck gold, that’s for sure. The sight of you all flustered like this, all because of him, it caused another stirring in his pants and a boost to his confidence.

“Do you you know what you do to me, y/n?” He asked in a falsely nonchalant tone. His body carrying him towards the desk, not before making sure to lock the office door.

“What do you mean, Y-Yamato?” You nervously sputtered out, dodging his question as he came closer, like a lion approaching it’s prey. He couldn’t waste anymore time. This whole thing was a sign. It was a damn sign from the universe. Having you here, in this room that he’s fantisized about taking you in so many times, it was a gift. Afterall his waiting, he was finally getting rewarded and had zero intention to take this opportunity for granted.

“Not gonna answer?” he finally reached you, body towering over yours, repeating those same words he thought about saying to you before. Both his arms coming down on the desk, caging your body between them as he whispered, “I guess I’m just going to have to show you then.”

He watched your parted mouth with vigour, waiting for a protest or a sign of objection, but nothing came. Instead he watched the slick of saliva coating your tongue as your open mouth stuttered, attempting to say something, but only mindless splutters coming out. It took everything in him to prevent himself from just devouring you right then and there.

You stared at him with a doe eyed look, his clouded eyes meeting yours to pool into your irises. His bold advances were new to you, you’d never had someone do this to you before. But you werent complaining, you’d always wanted this — wanted him.. but you could never tell him and to see him so eager and hungry for something — for you — had done a wonderful job on soaking your panties.

Your shaking legs were pushed apart by Yamato’s knee, taking the look in your eyes as a sign of permission. You felt your legs giving out as your arms struggled to hold you up. Luckily his hands snaked around your waist and hoisted you up onto the desk. He drank up this innocent little way that you acted and he wanted nothing more than to have your legs shaking under him for an entirely different reason.

You felt your ass pushing the stack of papers you placed down previously, making room for you on the cold wooden table. There was a sound of brief swooshes, papers slipping to the floor as your mouth fell open a little more.

Before you had the chance to manage some some sort of comment about the papers in your shaky little voice, he leaned his head closer to yours and you instantly making you stop your thoughts in their track. You felt his hot breath against your mouth. You tried to say something you really did, but the only thing that came out was a whimper. He chuckled again, his lips brushing against yours as he did so. You wanted this just as bad, didn’t you? Then he wouldn’t want to make his little angel wait. Without further notice, he pressed his lips to yours.

He was much better than you at the kissing part, probably because he dreamed about this on a daily. His tongue swiped over yours eagerly, the sensation made you moan giving him better access to your mouth. Sliding right in, his tongue swirled around yours almost immediately. You immediately gave him dominance, causing him to groan into your mouth with satisfaction. He savoured how you let him drink you in, his fingers roaming about your body as he did so. They started at your waist, one coming down to your thigh while the other moved up to your chest.

After he couldn’t continue without suffocating, he pulled away. A string of salvia connected your mouths together and he brought a hand to his lip to break its connection, watching it fall back against your chin. You were too lost in what had just happened to bother wiping it away, allowing Yamato to mentally take a picture of the sight. He pressed your ass towards the edge closer to him, allowing your core to collide with his bulge. You let out a gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“See what you do to me? Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? You wanna know what I do when I go home everyday after seeing you in these little skirts?” His eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, the look in his eyes was borderline animalistic. “I stroke my dick to the thought of fucking you on this desk.”

Your response was just a jerking of your hips towards his own, what he was implying was too much for you. It was an involuntary action, but you were glad your body had done something other than just stare at him. “I— Y-Yamato... I didn’t know that.”

He scoffed, but it was more of an “of course you wouldn’t know” kind of sound. His hands travelling up your blouse and beginning to undo the buttons one by one. “How could you know? I can never get the chance to tell you how I feel because someone’s always barging in. So let me show you then, let me show you exactly how you make me feel.”

As his actions process, your reaction a little delayed due to all the cloudiness in your head. Your mind was swimming in the heat of his words. Once you managed some coherent thoughts, your hand flew up to his, pausing his work on your shirt. “Wait! W-What if Lady Tsunade hears? What if she comes back? Yamato.. I.. we can’t..” despite your hand atop of his, he swatted it off and resumed unbuttoning your blouse with a snicker.

“Then I guess she can watch, you’ve tortured me for months y/n. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when I’ve finally got you to myself.” And the truth is that you didn’t want him to stop either. You’ve wanted him just as much as he was wanted you, your desperation allowing you to stop your worries and let Yamato continue.

He stopped with the buttons once they were about two thirds undone, open enough that he could get a perfect view of your chest. Shoving the blouse down your shoulders, he gave himself a more clear view of your bra and your collarbones. The bra was a simple lace white fabric and he could see your erect nipples peaking out, causing him to practically drool. They’re even prettier than he imagined. He shoved your bra straps downwards, pulling the fabric covering your flesh with it, giving him full access to your now unclothed breasts.

He immediately dipped his head down to kiss and lick the flesh, his brain recording all of your sounds of pleasure. Your arms tightened around the back of his neck, little panting moans escaping your lips at this new feeling. Then he began to suck at one of the buds, his tongue eagerly swirling around it, the gasp that left hear your mouth fueled his assault further. He could your noises becoming muffled, you had bitten your lip to stop yourself from being so loud. He pulled away with a pop to look up at you, “You’re so responsive. So loud for me. I bet you want this just as much as I do, huh?” He could practically feel the heat radiating of your face, you looked like you were going to burst. So much so that you only managed to squeak out a yes.

“Huh? I can’t hear you, y/n. You weren’t that quiet a second ago,” god he was enjoying this, “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.” Those words puzzled you, unsure of what he meant for a moment — but as you felt his hands travel down to your skirt you knew exactly what he intended to do.

His hand bunched up the fabric of your skirt, holding it up to allow him to view of your white panties, matching your bra. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight. “Wow, sweetheart. Were you wearing these in hopes that I’d see them?” He crouched down infront of your legs, one hand still bunching the skirt up while the over came down to stroke your clothed core. “You’re a little angel.”

Shocks of pleasure shot through you as he continued to stroke your clothed pussy. Causing you to grip the edge of the desk. The sensation only became stronger as he pushed your panties aside, dipping a digit slowly into your already soaked core. Yamato let out a sound of approval at just how ready you were for him. “See? I knew you wanted this just as bad as me, y/n.”

You wanted to say something, talk to him the way he was talking to you, but you were such a flushing mess. Finally, after you adjusted a little to his fingers and the pace, you managed to say something through your panting moans. “Yamato please... I want to make you f-feel good too.”

Those words caused his pace to falter for a second, he looked up at you with a satisfied smile before his pace completely stopped. His fingers laying still agaisnt your plush walls while his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “You want me to feel good too? Oh what a good girl you are. But don’t worry, I’ll feel good soon too. I Just want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

His eyes returned to your wet core, watching as his fingers pushed in and out of you. He didn’t know when he would get this opportunity again, so he needed to cherish all the future jack off material he could get. You squeaked when he entered his second finger into your core and he moaned lowly as he watched your pussy struggle to take two of his digits. “God you’re so tight, how’re you gonna take my cock?”

“I’ll take it! I promise I can handle it!” You managed to respond as your eyes squeezed shut. Being the shy girl you were you didn’t have much sexual experiences prior to this, but that didn’t mean you didnt have fantasies and right now Yamato was doing a good job at fulfilling them.

“Such a determined girl, so good for me.” He grinned at your responsiveness as his thumb circled your clit, eyes trained on your pussy. He felt you begin to clench around him and he looked up to watch your face build up with the anticipation of a little death.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum on my cock like good girls do, okay?” You nodded furiously as you began to hold back your impending orgasm. Just when he knew it was too much and you were going to spill over the edge, he stopped, retracing his fingers completely and standing up.

You hated how empty you felt as they retracted, but you knew what was coming next was going to be even better. As Yamato began to fiddle with his pants you took the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips. The gesture was surprising knowing how shy you were, but the kiss was so soft and sweet he forgot about undoing his pants and let his hands roam your body. His hands came up to palm your breasts, causing you to gasp into the kiss. That innocent noise making him lose his restraint again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He dragged it along your gums, your teeth and then swirled it around your own muscule, it seemed as though he was trying to memorize every ridge and crevice you had.

You pulled away to gasp for some air, and he took a moment to look at your dishevelled appearance. Blouse tugged down, hanging onto your shoulders as your breasts peaked out courtesy of him shoving the fabric down earlier. “I’m gonna fuck you know y/n. And I want to do it with you bent over this desk.” He stepped back, giving you enough space to comply with his wishes. You nodded obediently, eager to please him. Standing once again on your shaking bambi legs, you turned around.

Your wetness was practically slipping down your legs as Yamato hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down. He bent down to lick a small dribble of your slick that had began to slide down your thigh, his sudden desire to taste you taking over him as he licked further up towards your heat, savouring every taste his buds could collect. Greedily he starting to lap at your soaking core, faster and faster his restraint failing him miserably as those heavenly sighs left your lips.

There was just so many things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to do every fuckable thing to your pretty body, but he simply didn’t have the time. Reluctantly pulling away his tongue — a whine escaping your lips as he did so — he stood back up again. “You’re making me get carried away here, y/n.” He scolded teasingly before straightening himself up and fussing with unzipping his pants.

You were practically shaking with excitement as you heart the sound of the zipper giving way and the gentle whisp as the fabric falling to his knees. Listening intently to the sound of his boxers slipping down his thighs next, you let out an excited noise feeling his cock slap against your ass.

“So excited aren’t you? So eager for my cock. Gosh, I bet your play with yourself at night to the thought of me having my way with you.” He slides in unexpectedly as he finishes his thought, causing your hands so slip against the table. You lose your balance, arms stretching against the desk, back arching allowing even more of his dick to sink deeper into your tight pussy.

“Gosh you fit just right.” He groaned, letting himself completely sink inside you, the sight of your new position made his mouth water. Your tits were pressed against the desk as you arms splayed you out infront of him. His cock twitched at the sight, he didn’t want to cum too fast, but this was just too much.

He began with slow eager strokes, absolutely drunk on the noises you were making and just how warm and welcoming your pussy was for him. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out like this.

Suddenly, he became very curious about something. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, the angle of this position giving him wonderful access to your sweet spot and he made sure to hit it every stroke. “What do you use when you think about me?” You a manged so slide your head against the table to look at him, cheek burning as you did so. There was a little bit of saliva that was beginning to pool out of mouth and when Yamato saw your sinful face he only became more violent in his pace and that only made you make even more sinful faces.

“What do you fuck yourself with when you think about me?” He repeated again, adding a much more aggressive thrust to the end of his sentence, showing he wanted you to answer it. The thrust caused your tits to drag further on the desk making a squeaking sound, only to be retracted once again as Yamato dragged your ass back onto his cock.

How could he expect you to respond when he was practically making you see stars? “I..” you said some incoherent words and Yamato slowed his pace down just enough for you to get your head back on.

“Come on sweetheart, I need to hear you say it. Tell me, tell Yamato.” When you still couldn’t answer his pace practically stopped. He made the slowest thrusts possible, each one managing to hit that heavenly spot inside you.

It’s like he was making it difficult on purpose. “F-fingers! I use my fingers.” You managed to finally stutter out, tears sprinting against your eyes.

That answer must have satisfied him a little because his pace began to quicken somewhat. “And what do you think about when your fingers are fucking your cunt? What do you think of me doing to you?”

“This!” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. This was exactly what you would think of, what you would daydream of as he stood on the office reporting to lady Tsunade..

Now that answer was definitely the right one and before you knew it he was pushing into you again at a rapid pace. “Ngh, that’s right. I knew your mind was wandering everytime we‘re in the same room. Your much dirtier than you’ve lead on, such a naughty girl.”

You couldn’t respond, the only sounds you managed to make were moans of pleasure as you felt yourself clenching more and more around his cock. “Oh you’re gonna cum now aren’t you? All over my dick, just like in your dreams.” His words fueling your orgasm as he felt you spasm around, him cumming all over his dick. He watched as your cum seeped out a little between his thrusts. Studying your face he memor the way it was pressed into the desk, your mouth open and your tongue peeking out, a thin film of drool puddled around your quivering mouth as he continued to fuck you through your high.

After a few more thrusts Yamato knew he couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. Your numb brain could somewhat piece it together too as you felt his cock twitching inside you. You’d both thought about this moment many times before and the one thought that always set you over the edge the fastest was when he let himself spill inside you.

“Yamato,” you mumbled hazily as you seen his own contemplation through foggy eyes. His pace was getting sloppy. “Can you cum inside me, p-please?”

As soon as he processed what you asked him, he came right into your sore little cunt. It took a surprising amount of strength for the shinobi to keep standing upright and holding your hips to his own at the pure bliss of his high. Holy fuck, that was so much better than anything he’d imagined.

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves. As he began to pull his dick out of you the mixture of both your orgasms dripped out from your legs. He turned you around so you were laying on your back as he gingerly cleaned you up, lacking the resources to clean you up properly he settled on the tissues on Tsunades desk. Then he moved to pick up the fallen papers, letting you lay on the desk like a little doll until you were finally back from your high.

You were so fucked out that he had to help pull your panties back up for you, as well as adjust your bra and rebutton your blouse after he finished with the stack of papers.

Had he been too rough? You seemed like you were enjoying it when he was ramming into you, maybe he let himself indulge a little too much...

Your sweet little voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Yamato, would you help me go home please?” He watched your trembling little legs as you tried to stand, he was glad his wish from earlier had come true; your legs were wobbling for a different reason now.

“Of course, y/n. You were such a good girl, you did so well.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before wrapping in arm around your waist and guiding you out of the room. “What’re you gonna tell Tsunade now that you’re leaving early?”

You smirked to yourself, Yamato not noticing as he unlocked the Hokages door with his free hand. “We won’t have to worry about that.” Unbeknownst to the man holding you, you had grown impatient with your lack of alone time with Yamato too.

So lady Tsunades absence and everyone else’s for that matter, well.. that wasn’t some gift from the universe, it was an elaborate plan you had made yourself. You’d kept them all busy so you could finally have some time with Yamato. Turns out you were so much naughtier than anyone at the office could have thought thought.

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cuddles-with-bucky · 4 years

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My Face, Your Boxers

Bucky X Reader

Authors Notes: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and thank you so much for allowing me to combine these two amazing prompts together!!! Hope I did it justice!

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, pranks, language, sexual tension, talks of sex, implied smut.

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Prompts:

Y/N and Bucky have never got along and are always bickering. One day, he decides to prank her by changing all of her lace underwear to briefs with his face all over them.

Bucky has a date tonight and reader changes all of his boxers to “Pardon My Hardon” boxers.

The boxers:

“You’re putting way too much milk on your cereal, doll.” Bucky elbowed you, almost knocking you off the stool and spilling the milk everywhere.

“Fuck off and mind your own business.” You gritted through your teeth, wanting to knock that smug grin off his stupid face.

“Ah, young love.” Sam teased as he walked casually into the kitchen that was thick with sexual tension, no thanks to you and Barnes. You shot him a glare, pouring your milk carelessly over your cereal.

“Y/N seriously, fucking leave some milk for the rest of us!” Bucky warned, reaching over and snatching the bottle from your hand.

“Stop being up my ass all the damn time Barnes.” You said, scooping some cereal up on a spoon and shoveling it into your mouth. “If you want me to fuck you up the ass doll, all you gotta do is ask.”

“I’m out!” Sam announced, grabbing an orange and leaving quickly, leaving just you and Bucky alone in the kitchen which was always a very bad idea since you didn’t get along with the man.

You’re not really sure why, ever since he came to the compound, he acted cold and distant with you despite your warm welcoming and months later, he became the biggest dick.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth.” You argued, loved pushing his squishy buttons. Despite him being an enormous asshole, he was so easy to piss off and you loved it.

“Hypothetical question, why?” Bucky pressed, taking a seat next to you and watched in amusement as you kept on shoveling the cereal in your mouth.

“Well first of all; you’re always sweaty and disgusting and I imagine you grunt a fucking lot. And secondly; I repeat my first point. Thirdly; I’m best friends with my vibrator that always lets me cum first. Something I don’t see you doing.”

“Aww, you jealous doll ‘cause you don’t have a man to know, lick you and fuck you into the mattress?” Bucky smirked, leaning his forearms on the counter.

“Jealous? HA. I actually feel quite sorry for any poor woman underneath you as you drip your disgusting sweat on her face. I’m GRATEFUL for that. Besides, wouldn’t want your dentures to fall out as you sucked the life out of me, plus, I’m a really nice person, now please, fuck off and have a great day.”

“Whatever you say, doll.” Bucky chuckled, drawing the pet name out since he knew how much it annoyed you. He was getting up to leave and missed the spoon being launched at his head by seconds.

“Sergeant Barnes?” The AI beeped as Bucky walked into the common room.

“What is it, FRIDAY?” Bucky asked, looking up in the air.

“A parcel has arrived and Mr Stark has left it in your room, sir.”

Bucky laughed knowing exactly what the parcel was, and it was all planned perfectly since you would be out of the compound most of today.

Bucky hurried back to his room and unpacked the parcel that was sitting on his bed, he cut the tape and laughed maniacally as he pulled the new custom ordered underwear out of the box. He spent hundreds of dollars on this and it had to go right.

He put a few hundred into a separate bag and hid the box in his closet in case someone decided to barge in like they normally did. Bucky exited his bedroom, walking down to the other end of the hall where your room was, just as he was about to go in, you came out.

“What?” You asked confused, putting your keys and phone in your pocket.

“I was- I thought you were out?” Bucky stammered, subtly moving the bag of underwear behind his back so you couldn’t get a peek.

“God, what are you, my husband? If you really must know, I’m just leaving so leave your testicles in your pants and stay out of my room. I remember what you did last time and I don’t want another cleaning bill.”

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky saluted. He was amused you didn’t even wonder why he was outside your door, or maybe you did and just didn’t care since Bucky always did go out of his way to annoy the fuck of you. Him being there was nothing to you.

While Bucky sneaked into your room, you had your own secret meeting with a friend in Brooklyn. You knew Bucky had a date tonight, because he’s talked about it non stop since last week and since he embarrassed you on your last date, you figured a little paycheck was overdue. Your friend had ordered you over 300 pairs of boxers. Boxers you were planning to plant in Bucky’s dresser so his date could freak the hell out.

You were an observant person, and his sweatpants never hid anything that great. The man constantly walked around with a boner, it was so obvious so these boxers were true, but you know, they would excuse it for him when his date sees him. You couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

Bucky pulled all your lace panties out and threw him carelessly onto your bed, including your bras. He unpacked the new briefs and folded them neatly into the top two drawers of your dresser, snickering as he saw the print on them. It was probably quite a childish prank, but he was sure you’d get a kick out of it.

Once Bucky was done, he put your laced panties in the bag he brought with him and left your room undisturbed and went back to his to hide the panties and meet Steve at the bar for a few beers.

You actually passed Bucky in the lobby, just as he stepped out, you were about to step in. He noticed a box in your hands, around the same size as the one he had delivered and snickered. How ironic would it be if you pranked with him the same underwear.

“Whatcha got there dollface?” Bucky purred, adjusting his leather jacket. You couldn’t deny he looked smoking hot in his black outfit. “More dildos?” He teased.

You snickered and stepped into the elevator. “Why? Jealous they might be bigger than you Barnes?” You cackled, pressing the button to your.

“STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!” You heard him yell just as the doors closed.

If anyone was to blame for this prank, it would be Bucky for leaving his damn door unlocked and making it too easy. You had no problem breaking into his room and removing his tattered and worn boxers, some with holes where the wiener would be, why he had a fucking hole there was anyone’s guess, you’d like to think it was because he probably rubbed one out every time he was alone in this room.

You replaced his ragged old boxers with some lovely new ones. They were red with a black waistband. The imprint on the front where his bulge would be read “Pardon My Hardon.” To now, you cackled like crazy every time you read it. You could imagine the look on his face, and also his date’s face.

Apparently, he was hoping to get lucky tonight. With these boxers, that’s not gonna happen. This was their first date after all. Once you hid his old boxers under the bed, you proceeded with the second part of your plan to make sure he would wear these and not notice them; remove all lightbulbs from his room. You paid Tony in good faith to cut the electricity for tonight when Bucky would be in his room changing anyway, but to be sure Tony didn’t follow through on his promise for some reason, you needed to remove the lights just in case.

You clapped your hands when you got the last light bulb out, also throwing them under his bed and left his room undisturbed.

Now you just had to wait.

***

Bucky returned back to the compound around 8 p.m and already it was dark outside. The heavy rain clouds that lingered over NYC ended daylight quicker than expected. To make matters worse, the storm had cut electricity out in the compound. Candles were lit everywhere, except for Bucky’s room since he just needed a quick wash and change of clothes. His eyes had never let him down before and he knew his room like the back of his hand.

He closed the curtains in his room and walked into the bathroom, washing his face and hands and patting himself dry with a towel he felt around for.

Bucky could hear the distinctive chatter from his teammates down the hall as they sat in the common room talking about the storm. Thunder and lightning came suddenly and the rain pelted against the floor-to-window panes. This storm came suspiciously quickly. Considering he was aware Thor was in town.

But these thoughts never really crossed his mind and he didn’t piece it together. He was thinking about Dot and his date tonight. He whipped his black jeans off along with his boxers, opening the drawer, he felt around for a pair and grabbed them.

His fingertips traced along the waistband until he felt the silk label and slipped into them. They felt a little tighter than usual, but Bucky had been working on beefing up again.

Bucky reached into his closet and pulled a clean pair of jeans off the hanger and slipped them on. He next removed his shirt and picked a button up off the hanger on the other side of the closet. When he was dressed and happy, he sprayed some cologne around his throat and neck, picked up his leather jacket off the bed and left his room.

He walked a little down the hall when your door suddenly ripped open, scaring the shit out of him. He stumbled and put his hand over his heart.

“Did you seriously fucking change my underwear to your stupid face?!” You gritted through your teeth.

“I did.” He shrugged, smirking as he now leaned against the doorframe. “Now you will always have me between your legs, doll.” Bucky teased, licking his dry lips.

You huffed out a laugh and shook your head. You’d never tell him, but you actually really liked the briefs. They were exceptionally comfortable and you find them funny. You couldn’t imagine the look on a man’s face though as he peeled them off you.

“You have a date tonight right?” You questioned, the candlelight behind you just about makes out his features.

“I do, so no need to wait up. I’ll leave some earplugs in the common room so we don’t keep you awake.”

You laughed, there was no way he was getting any tonight with those boxers he was most likely wearing.

“Enjoy the *squeak, squeak, squeak*” You teased, imitating his squeaky mattress that you heard often.

“Enjoy your vibrators that you had delivered today.” He retorted. You snorted and retreated back into your room, slamming the door unintentionally in his face.

***

You didn’t know what time it was when you fell asleep. Once Bucky had left earlier, you found Tony and Thor and thanked them with a hug each for their part in your plan. Let’s face it, without them, this wouldn’t have worked. But it seemed you were right and Bucky really was that naive.

You’re not sure what woke you up either, you thought you heard a knock on your door but it must have been in your dream. You rolled onto your back and stretched, putting your arm under your pillow, you just started to doze off again when the knock came louder this time.

You glared towards the door, rolling over to flick a lamp on and dragged yourself from the comfort of your bed towards it. You opened the door and on the other side stood a rather tired and unamused Bucky Barnes.

“Barnes? Are you lost, you’re room is down the hall on-”

“What the fuck did you do to my boxers?” He seethed, his jaw and fists clenched. You rubbed your eyes and chuckled, angering Bucky more.

“Oh, you saw them.” Is all you said, his eyes flickering down to his custom briefs. He couldn’t help but become aroused when he saw a slight wet spot and your nipples tenting underneath your tank top.

“No, Dot saw them and she was fucking horrified!”

“Poor Dot. You know, they are really funny and I’m sorry but if she couldn’t take the joke then maybe she isn’t the one for you.” You stated, folding your arms across your chest and resting them under your breasts, the swells of your breasts now threatening to spill out.

Bucky said nothing as he took a step towards you. You remained still in your place, his breath fanned over your face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe then I don’t want another man between your legs, on briefs or otherwise.” Bucky sighed. Your arms dropped down by your side and Bucky took the opportunity to reach out and take on, guiding it to his hard bulge. Your hand squeezed him and he moaned quietly.

“If you want this, if you really want me, then I suggest you get in here and get your face between my legs for real.”

“If I knew planting briefs with my face on them would make me fuck you, I’d have done it months ago.” Bucky chuckled, his hands on your waist as he walked you backwards. He kicked the door closed with his foot, guiding you two back towards the bed until your knees hit the side of the mattress. Bucky kneeled on the floor before you, his fingers hovering on the waistband of the briefs.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, needing to hear you say it. “I know we hate each-”

“I don’t hate you. And I’m sure. Please…”

“Good, me neither. Once I start, I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” That’s all Bucky needed to hear. Once those words left your lips, your briefs were ripped from your body and your legs thrown over his broad shoulders. His tongue diving in between your seeping folds.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes #bucky smut #bucky x reader #bucky x you

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eurynome827 · 4 years

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For @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Kinktober 2020 - Day Twenty Five - Thigh Riding AND @happygowriting Let's Get Kinky - Day 25 - Public Sex/Exhibition

The boy I love to hate(fuck) - 18+ with Frank - language, obviously thigh riding and public sex, banter and insults. A little angsty. This is another in my continuing series of Frank encounters.

Again.

It's always like this.

But tonight you're feeling softer, a little vulnerable. Your usual insults don't have the same bite, your eyes don't have the same sparkle.

He notices. Of course he does.

Frank's in a corner of the yard, sitting and smoking, watching the rest of the party. The noise is a low hum and the string lights illuminate enough for him to not be in total darkness but it's still pretty secluded when he grabs your arm as you walk by.

"What do you want?" You snap. You're actually on your way out, having already said goodbye to your friends.

"What's with you tonight?"

His voice is too soft for your liking. "Not like it matters, because we're not friends, but I broke up with someone today."

Frank's brow furrows. You know what he's thinking. You hate that you know. "And no, you fucking dickhead, I wasn't seeing him for long and I wasn't seeing him the last time we fucked. I'm not like that."

He still hasn't let go of your arm. His fingers drift down to brush against yours. "Not like what?" You can see his eyes glittering as he looks up at you. "Not like me?"

You don't answer. A million replies lodge in your throat, but your heart just isn't in it. You open your mouth once to speak and then close it again.

You still haven't pulled your fingers away from his.

Frank crushes the cigarette beneath his boot. He looks at you for a moment, and then pulls you onto his lap.

You don't fight it. You're tired - of fighting, of trying, of failing. There's something in you that he always knows, recognizes, and yes you hate it but tonight you're almost - grateful? Almost?

Your back is against his chest, and you're facing the party. Someone could see but no one will. You move so his thigh is between your legs.

"You need something?" His voice is still too soft. You start rolling your hips, grinding against his thigh.

"I need to feel good."

"I can do that."

"I know."

You're using him, and he wants to be used and this is too gentle. You're supposed to be telling him to go fuck himself as he slams you into a wall, or saying that you hate each other as he bends you over the bathroom sink. But instead you're in the not quite dark enough where someone could glance over and see you rubbing your pussy on Frank's thigh and he's touching you so softly, his hands moving under your skirt and gripping you to move you. Your hips circle over him, because suddenly this isn't all you want - you want him to fuck you right here. Maybe you want to be seen.

Frank groans, a rumble in his chest against your back and you whine. Ordinarily he'd make a comment, winding you up about how he makes you feel good, but he's silent now. No words as he moves you forward a little so he can unbutton his pants and push them down as you lift up off his lap just enough. You feel him hard against the curve of your ass and you gasp when you feel his fingers hook into your panties and pull them aside.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he finally speaks, "you're so wet."

"What are you gonna do about it?" It's slightly mocking but nothing like usual. You feel him chuckle a little, and then you're both moaning quietly as he pushes into you.

You're watching the lights. The party noise continues, a distant reminder of the eyes that haven't noticed you two. One of Frank's hands finds a way into your bra, and the other settles between your legs, playing with your clit as you ride him. It's slow and steady - out of the ordinary. Later they'll be time to dissect this and try to figure out just what the fuck you were thinking but right now you just want - you NEED - him. How the hell did you wind up needing him?

"Baby," he's never called you that before, "I'm gonna...."

"I know," you cut him off, because you do. "Me too."

He smothers his noise in the back of your neck, his face in your hair. You bite it back, closing your eyes. He's still holding you, one hand grips your thigh and the other is still lazily stroking your breast, and you don't want to move yet. A loud shout breaks the reverie - you startle and open your eyes, but it's just someone winning a game. Frank's already pulling his hands back.

"I'm getting up," you warn him. He slips out of you as you stand, and you still face away as you straighten your dress, pull your underwear into place, blocking him as he does that same. When you turn to face him, he's pulling another cigarette out of the pack. You laugh, a short huff. "I guess it was good for you?"

He smirks up at you, but stays quiet, searching for his lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Before he can put the cigarette between his lips you surprise him and yourself by leaning down and kissing him, softly. His eyes are unreadable as you stand up straight.

"This means nothing."

He lights the cigarette and blows out a cloud of smoke. "Sure."

It could be an agreement, or sarcasm. You're too tired to get into it. You keep walking toward the gate, to go home and wash him off your body but he's never really gone and that's the rub... isn't it?

#hbc kinktober ‘20 #letsgetkinky2020 #frank endings beginnings

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sergeant-bonky · 4 years

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The Holiday

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You're newly single and need a change of scenery, a woman named Rebecca on the other side of the screen answers your ad to swap accomodations for two weeks. (Based off the prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club)

Warnings: mentions of a break-up, fluff 🥰

Authors Notes: This is based on the movie of the same title, it's one of my favorites and when it was shown to me, I just had to take it. It's a sweet, romantic movie that we can all relate to at some point in our life. I have changed a few details so it's not exactly like the movie.

Your eyes almost rolled out of your head when you saw the size of this place. Standing in front of a large five-bedroom, six-bathroom house complete with a large pool, it looked like something out of a dream.

The gates were left open for your arrival, grateful for the young lady who answered your ad to swap houses for two weeks in different countries for a vacation, both of you needing a break for different reasons.

Strolling up the long paved driveway with your suitcase being pulled behind you, the house seemed to grow larger. The gates closed automatically behind you, and you could hardly contain your excitement to get inside and check this place out.

"I LOVE THIS PLACE!" You yelled over the loud music. Jumping up and down on the couch. It's been six days since you've arrived, and you made sure to make the most of the pool, realizing the colder months were on their way.

"Everybody needs a place to rest. Everybody wants to have a home...hi!" You stopped singing and dancing when your eyes landed on the figure leaning against the doorframe. His arms folded across his broad chest, his shirt pulled tight and his biceps bulging out of the sleeves.

"Hello!" He grinned, his eyebrow raised. "Who are you?" He asked confused. Rebecca hadn't told him she was expecting visitors. Ones that would jump over her couch and blast Bruce Springsteen anyway.

"Oh!" You killed the music and jumped off the couch, smoothing over the dents of the cushions. You walked up to the mysterious man and smiled, holding your hand out. "I'm Y/N."

Bucky returned your handshake before asking, "Where is Rebecca?"

"She is at my house. We swapped houses for two weeks for a vacation. Uh this is my sixth day." You blushed under his stare.

"Oh. People do that?" He scratched his chin.

"They do, uh?"

"Oh sorry! I'm James, but you can call me Bucky. I'm Rebecca's brother."

"Bucky. Okay, it's nice to meet you. She will be back next week, by the way."

"Have you left the house since you got here?" He wondered.

"No, I'm afraid of getting lost. Took me three hours to find the bathroom." You chuckled. Tucking hair behind your ear.

Bucky laughed with you and nodded his head. "If it makes you feel better, me too. Well look, I know you've just met me but you seem really cool, how about I take you sightseeing later? That's the whole point of a vacation, right?"

"Oh I don't want to intrude on your ti–"

"Please Y/N, I insist. You're here, may as well enjoy your vacation instead of just staying in the house the entire time."

You bit your lip and shrugged, "You know what, that sounds great. I'll just grab my jacket?" It came out more a question, unsure if he meant right now or if it was something you'd plan another day.

"Sure!" He smiled and you nodded, stepping around him to run and grab your jacket, missing the way a blush crept up his neck.

He's just met you, but you're something special, he can feel it.

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laine-o · 4 years

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SasuSaku Month 2020 Day 14: Battle Scars

Traveling SS/ Blank period

Collaboration with writer: @ss-tyytyy (please give her a follow!!!!) and artist: Laine-O (me!)

Rating: T

Note: Thank you for taking the time to read and please let us know your thoughts! Also, thank you @ss-tyytyy for being so lovely to work with. ^_^

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“Tch. Rain.”

Hearing the annoyed comment come from her traveling companion, Sakura looked up and to her side at him before turning her gaze to the sky. Just moments before, it had been clear, though cloudy. Now though, the clouds had become much thicker, darker and the smell of impending rain was prominent. It was a smell so natural and earthy, Sakura quite liked it.

There was something about the rain that was calming and gave her a sense of ease, but Sasuke didn’t appear happy about it in the least.

“The inn isn’t too far up ahead, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura offered him a reassuring smile and reached over to give his shoulder a soothing rub.

Sasuke hummed knowingly, cutting her a glance with his lone visible eye. “We can’t afford to have you becoming ill.” He muttered and she clamped her mouth shut as he removed his cloak and placed it over her shoulders.

The kind act warmed Sakura from the inside out and her smile remained present as they walked ahead. She didn’t say anything nor call him out, having already learned how easily flustered Sasuke was. She didn’t wish to make him uncomfortable, so she just accepted his kindness and affections silently—repaying them as often as she could.

By the time they reached the inn, the rain had picked up, coming down hard and fast upon their bodies until there was no help. Even with Sasuke’s cloak, Sakura wound up soaked from head to toe and Sasuke was just the same. The rain brought about a drop in temperature too, making their wet bodies feel chilled as well. Sakura was shivering as they stepped into the room they’d be sharing. She knew Sasuke was just as cold, but he hid it well.

“Get those wet clothes off, I’ll grab a towel.” Sakura said to him, passing him a glance on her way by him.

“Ah,” Sasuke agreed, thinking nothing of it as he turned his attention to his shirt and went about removing it.

So cold! Sakura musingly thought while entering the bathroom.There was a small shelf stocked with towels and washcloths. Before reaching for any, Sakura took off Sasuke’s cloak and hung it on the back of the bathroom door, then slowly peeled away her drenched top, hanging it over the shower. She also quickly removed her boots and was soon padding back into the open room, barefooted and wearing nothing other than her compression shorts and her chest bindings.

Sakura’s priority was Sasuke and not herself, but she knew he wouldn’t think that way, so she made sure to dry herself adequately on her way to him. He’d stripped out of his wet clothes like she told him to and was waiting on the bed. When he turned to look at her, Sasuke’s mismatched eyes widened a fraction before averting from her completely, a slight pout forming on his lips as he faced away from her.

“Sakura—you—”

“I know you’re freezing, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura commented, brow slightly furrowed as she clambered on the bed behind him, wasting no time in beginning to pat his skin dry.

Sasuke’s jaw tensed and he could feel his skin heating from his neck up, blood filling even his ears at the proximity and the vivid image of Sakura in nothing but those shorts and the bindings. They’d been traveling together for a few months at this point, but he was always careful not to view her in any such revealing instances. Sasuke always respectfully gave Sakura her privacy, but he didn’t consider until now that it was more for his own benefit than hers.

One glimpse of the not so subtle curves she possessed that were normally hidden beneath her clothes had Sasuke hot and bothered. Embarrassed. Suddenly aware of his own lack of clothing, though he was only shirtless and it was a regular occurrence. He was a man. It was only that he couldn’t believe Sakura could be so brazen around him—but she was always proving to him that she was truly a wonder.

Beautiful. Confident. Strong.

“Even you have battle scars, huh?” She murmured, green eyes taking in the scars littering his back.

Sakura had finished drying him for the most part and draped the damp towel over her shoulder, her touch still lingering on his skin, tracing the scars she found each in turn. Some were faded until they were barely noticeable while others were painfully obvious. Her medical knowledge permitted her to know how grave each injury had been for the scars to form how they had.

Sasuke was a man full of imperfections, but to Sakura, he had always seemed perfect.

Even when he made mistakes.

The question pulled Sasuke away from his wayward and unwanted thoughts—thankfully. “Scars?” He questioned, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat and added, “Well, I don’t think about that, but I suppose everyone does.”

She, of course, had her own. Her deeper, more noticeable scars went beyond mere blemishes of her skin, reaching to the deepest recesses of her heart and mind. Sakura’s battle with Sasori flickered through her mind, the memory one she knew she would never forget. The scar was one she could no longer feel as she carried it around proudly upon her back—but it was one she thought of on occasion. One she carried in the back of her mind at all times.

Though she wondered if Sasuke remembered the causes of his deepest scars and if they plagued him at times, Sakura didn’t question him on it. She only committed each one to memory, wanting there to be nothing of him that she didn’t know and understand so long as she was able. Sasuke was patient and kind to a fault—he felt so deeply, cared so much and Sakura was one person who understood that, while most thought him to be cold and unattached. That just wasn’t who Sasuke was. It was once who he tried to be, but he clearly regretted those days now.

“Sasuke-kun?” Sakura called, voice that of a whisper as she stared upon his shoulders, still patting his pale skin dry. He made a quiet noise to let her know he was listening, a familiar ‘hn’ that had her smiling fondly. “Thank you.”

The words of gratitude surprised him enough to have him turning to face her, but he made sure to keep his eyes on hers and nothing more. “What for?”

“For caring about me… and letting me travel with you.” She told him, smile brightening though there was a lingering, subtle shyness as she spoke.

It was Sasuke who had once again become flustered, ears burning red. He turned back around much more quickly than he had turned to face her and Sakura did her best to stifle a giggle. She felt blessed and grateful to be the one to see this side of him. To see all sides of him and love him unconditionally. Sakura had loved him for as long as she could remember and she would continue to do so—to support him wholeheartedly and care for him no matter the distance between them or the circumstances.

They both owned their own battle scars and though it was likely that they would obtain more over time, each one would have its own story and with it—more memories.

#sasusakumonth #ssm20 #ssm20d14 #sasusaku #サスサク #myart #my art

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ahsoka-lives · 4 years

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Off Moon

Iris pt. 4 of my Inquisitor!Cal x Reader fic

Warnings: Cal is kind of a *ss in this, thigh riding, foreplay.

A/N: This is a big one in terms of the plot of the fic. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you all enjoy it!! I don’t think it’s my best but I still enjoyed the process. Please feel free to leave feedback because I absolutely love hearing from you guys!! Gif is by @water-aesthetics

Word Count: 3689

The waves of Iris crashed into the shores. The tranquil sound floated into the cracked window of the room. The glow of the lamp beside the bed filled the space with a soft yellow hue. Never have you felt such serenity, such peace. But there was something strange and unfamiliar about this place. Where were you? Why were you here?

“You’re here because I wanted you here.” Cal’s deep voice spoke into your ear bringing a gasp from your throat. His arms snaked around your waist and held you to his chest. “I can feel it. Your place is with me, no where else.”

“I can’t be with you all the time, Cal.” You try to move against his hold but it only tightens.

“This isn’t up for discussion.” He chided and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Pack a bag, I have work off moon and you’re coming. I’ll be at your apartment shortly, be ready.”

“Y/n, wake up, y/n” BD was nudging your shoulder with one of his hands as he tried to wake you. “You were talking in your sleep. Please stop, it is very annoying.”

Your droid turned and left your room, leaving you to stare at your ceiling wondering how you had a dream so vivid. It was like a memory more than a dream and you couldn’t decide if it was what you wished for or what you feared.

Sighing, you decide to take a shower and wash the feeling off of your skin. You strip and let the cool droplets of water fall over you. It soothes your tightly wound nerves and resets your mind. Knowing you had to be at work soon, you finish and quickly get dressed.

You combed through your hair before pausing over the sink. You could hear the same idyllic sound of waves from your dream, the familiarity startles you and you suddenly feel like someone was watching you. All of your motions come to a halt, your shoulders tense, and chills cover your body.

“I thought I told you to be ready, little girl.” A distorted voice scolded you. Your eyes shoot up to the mirror and behind you stands a tall Inquisitor who was dressed to kill. A black helmet shielded his entire skull, armor covered his upper torso with a white imperial branding pressed to his shoulders, black combat boots look worn down, and a saber hung from his waist.

Within seconds of his words you scream out in fear and stagger away from the man who had stepped in from the doorway and reached out to you with a menacing arm.

“Gods, calm down, y/n. It’s me! It’s Cal!” The raspy modulated voice from behind the mask rushed out as he removed it. “I forgot I had this thing on, I’m sorry.”

You were pressed to the far wall of the bathroom panting heavily from the idea of being brutally cut in half with a lightsaber. Thankfully, the fear subsided quickly as you were distracted by Cal’s appearance.

He looked kinda hot in the gear, something you hadn’t noticed when you saw him from the bridge days ago. The pants fit him well making his legs appear longer and the armor across his chest accentuated his broad stature. His eyes were his normal green and they contrasted well to the darkness of his attire.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” You ask as you begin to regain composure. His now exposed face allowed you to see his confusion at your question.

“I already told you. I have a mission off moon and you will be coming with me, we’re lucky I came to get you early or this would have made us late. Come, I will help you pack.” He explained nonchalantly before leaving you in the bathroom.

Your mind reeled at how fast all of this was happening. He never told you anything. Well, not to your face.

“That was real? How did you get in my head?” Now you were the one with a commanding voice. You couldn’t believe someone could be so bold.

He chuckled before turning on his heel to face you. He looked you up and down dropping his helmet onto your bed.

“It was very real, y/n. There are many things you don’t know about my abilities but now is not the time to talk about these things. Please collect your temper and pack, I won’t be happy if we’re late because you decided to have an attitude with me.” His voice was smooth outside of the mask but equally intimidating. His eyes hadn’t left you and the two of you seem to be locked in a staring match.

“I- I can’t just leave. I have work, I have BD-5, I-” You were cut off by Cal groaning like a frustrated teenager who just wasn’t getting his way.

“BD-5, come in here please.” He called, eyes still locked onto you.

Your droid came in seconds later.

“Sir, what can I help with?”

”Please pack a travel bag for y/n, quickly. We’ll be having a word in the other room.” Cal took your hand, swiftly carrying the two of you to your living room.

He led you in front of him and released your hand. Once again, you had no idea what his next move was and you stood there on high alert waiting for what was to come.

“You will be joining me. I had you relieved of your position-”

“You what?” Your jaw was on the floor. “Give me one good reason why I should listen to you!?” You shout in disbelief. You swore that you were ready to take him on in a fight right then and there. “Do you really think you can talk to me like a child and make decisions on my behalf just because l think you’re slightly attractive?”

“No, I think I can talk to you how I choose and make decisions on your behalf because I outrank you. You couldn’t stop me if you tried, physically or structurally. Now, stop interrupting me before I take fixing your attitude into my own hands.” He paused and leaned closer to your face, so close you could faintly feel his breath as he spoke.

“You’ve been assigned to me, you will work as my personal technician on my ships and my tech. Your salary has increased considerably and now you won’t spend every waking moment on this rock.” His voice was sweet now, but it felt taunting. “And don’t forget, my flower, I’ve seen the way you think of me. ‘Slightly' is a rude understatement.”

You were stuck between seething with rage and being mildly grateful. It was a major improvement but he was being an audacious prick.

“Fine.” You say through your teeth and look away from him.

“We leave for Kashyyyk in 15. My ship is where you last saw it” He straightened his posture and pulled gloves onto his hands. “I’m going to head down. I’ll see you shortly.” His words were a threat, your last chance to test his patience.

His hand stretched out to summon his helmet before pulling it over his head, the last piece of his intimidating ensemble.

Cal was kneeling on the ground talking to BD-1 through his mask when you got to the platform. He hoisted his companion into his separate compartment on the lower part of the ship and turned to greet you. You suddenly felt shy again, his presence was powerful and you wanted to cower away.

“Your bag.” He reached his hand out to take it from you storing it next to his.

You looked to admire the tie fighter. It was state of the art weaponry, built to be the ideal single pilot ship. Single Pilot. How hadn’t you realized earlier? The cockpit of these ships had one seat and it was fairly cramped. Your face twisted in disbelief and Cal seemed to have taken notice.

“Don’t start with me, flower.” He sounded playful now and you decided it was best not to start. Besides, what were your other options?

He rose to his feet, pulling the ladder to the cockpit down and making his way into the ship. As you reached the top of the ladder your heart started doing flips in your chest. His gloved hands helped you down onto his lap in the pilots chair.

“Comfortable?” His distorted voice asked as he released your hips and snaked his arms out to begin fiddling with the controls.

You simply nod to avoid the stutter or cracking of your voice, not wanting him to know how nervous he made you.

“Nothing to say now, y/n?” He mused, now using one arm to hold you in place against his chest. He pushed a few more buttons and pushed the central lever forward. The ship was lifting off the ground now. He skillfully steered the ship away from the facility with his free hand and before you knew it the buildings were miniature specks below.

“Alright, BD-1, take over.” He instructed releasing his hold on the steering. Both of his gloved hands moved to his helmet and revealed his face once again. “Once we reach minimum safe distance from the imperial fleet up here we will jump to hyperspace so, be prepared.” He muttered close to your ear making your breath shallow.

You acknowledge his words with a nod and relax slightly into his lap. He was radiating warmth and his arms snaked around your waist. “Still mad, flower?” His voice hummed, vibrations coming off of his chest weakened you further.

“I-I’m fine.” Your mouth was dry, you were struggling to keep composure and he wasn’t helping.

He suddenly gripped your hips and hoisted you around to straddle his waist. The movement almost made you dizzy and you felt yourself get annoyed at how much he’d man-handled you today. He's lucky he’s cute.

You were face to face with Cal. You took a moment to take in his appearance, his hair was somehow still neatly pushed back despite time in the helmet and it looked as soft as ever. As your eyes rake over his face you notice a look of concern covering his features.

"Your heart is pounding, are you a nervous flyer?” His hands were still gripping your hips tightly and your top had ridden up slightly allowing him to feel your bare skin.

You falter at his words and look away. Trying desperately to relax and ignore the feeling of arousal that came from your current position. You were flustered, pressed tightly against him feeling his thumbs trace circles on your hips. The memory of him kissing your neck was fresh in your mind and right now you all you wanted was to feel that again. But you were still so agitated with him, you weren’t used to someone being so brazen.

A gentle hand grips your chin bringing your eyes back to meet his. He’s watching you intently, eyes flickering to your lips.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll just look for myself.” He muttered, watching your face intently

“I just haven’t flown in so long.” You shrug and try to keep a straight face. You were beyond comfortable flying, you even had a pilots license.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He chuckled, his smile making your stomach flutter. “I can see you don’t like being told what to do.”

“No, I don’t. I’m not some prisoner for you to shove around, Cal.” Your face was scrunched in anger. You hated having this conversation while in such a compromising position.

“First of all, I don’t take prisoners.” His voice was dripping with confidence. “Secondly, prisoners don’t have the luxury of traveling throughout the galaxy with round the clock protection and someone around to meet their every need.”

“What if I told you I don’t need to be taken care of?” You were being persistent with your defiance, making him wonder what it would take for you to just give in.

“I think you’ll find that you enjoy being put first by someone that can provide for you.” He was taking his time with his words, letting each of them flow through you. “Regardless of how you feel, I feel a pull toward you and I’m trained to never ignore my instincts so I won’t. It’s not only a want, but a need. It’s up to you to cooperate or continue to test me.

A light on the control panel began blinking in front of him. It meant that BD-1 has activated the hyperdrive and there was less than thirty seconds before the ship would jolt forward and undoubtedly startle you.

“I’d say we have 15 seconds till we blip out of here. Please tell me you’re not actually a nervous flyer.” He hurried his words and secured a hand behind your back.

“Well...”

Whooosh

The ship lurched forward and you pressed further into Cal. His grip on you was tight as you buried your face in his neck. A few moments later the ship had begun to travel steadily and you feel your muscles revert back to normal. You put some distance between the two of you be leaning slightly against the control panel.

“...I’d feel much safer if I was in a chair of my own.” You finish your statement.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“We have a couple hours of flying and we will be physically stuck together for it’s entirety. You call that fun?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I call fun. It gives me plenty of time to handle your attitude before we reach our destination. I can’t have my troopers hearing the way you talk to me.” His eyes darkened as he spoke. His words were electrifying and you were starting to crave more of him.

You watched as he removed the gloves from his hands and placed them beside the seat. His now bare hands gripped your hips and pulled you forward onto his lap, the friction of his leg against your core making a wave of pleasure ripple through you.

His movements cease and he tilts his head in mock confusion. Your breath caught in your throat as you remembered his irritating habit of reading your energy signature.

“That felt good, didn’t it, flower?”

Now you wanted to scream, a recurring theme when you were with Cal. His warmth was washing over you and you could smell the musk of his cologne and the mint of his breath as he spoke tantalizing words to you. You were all but trembling in his lap, the small fantasies you’ve had about him that floated through your mind seemed dull in comparison to what was happening. Your brain felt fuzzy from the overwhelming feeling of desire, but you had no intention of giving him the satisfaction he so clearly wanted.

“Your silence doesn’t help you, y/n.” His voice was stern. One hand moved to cup the back of your neck, the other remained holding you steady. He gently moved his lips to ghost over yours, testing your restraint.

A light and soft kiss pressed to your lips. It felt like a wave of relief crashed into you as he continued to move his lips against yours. His tongue was gentle as it licked your bottom lip just before his teeth grazed over it. You were in shock at how well he knew your mouth. The hand resting behind your head had begun to fan out, his touch was firm but careful.

He separated his lips from yours with a soft groan and looked into your eyes, his hand still in place.

“Do you want to learn something new about me? About what I can do?” His question rang in your ears and all you could bring yourself to do was nod.

“Atta girl.” He muttered before looking down and blinking several times. When his eyes returned to yours they were tinted a familiar yellow. “I can usually feel a persons most significant emotion radiating from its source, right here.” He taps the base of your skull with two fingers. “Right now, you’re giving off a mess of emotions and it’s clouding my focus. But I know how to get a clear view and once I do, I can help you with your mess.”

“H-how?” You were feeling desperate and all too close to giving in.

“You just have to trust me, my flower.” He pressed another gentle kiss to your lips. “Do you want me to help you?” He cooed.

“Y-yes, please Cal.” You whimpered. He hummed lightly as his lips ghosted over the side of your neck and you closed your eyes trying to relax your overwhelmed senses.

“All you have to do is let me into that pretty little head of yours.” He muttered as his fingertips pressed down onto the base of your skull and before you realized what he meant, he succeeded. It felt like a gust of cool air seeped under your skin as he entered your mind again. Only this time he wasn’t after a memory, this time he just wanted to know exactly what you were feeling as you trembled in his lap.

“Gods, y/n, why didn’t you tell me?” He groaned feeling each of your feelings of frustration and arousal pile into his brain. He felt how your body hummed at the way he was gripping your hips just moments before and how close you were to bubbling over.

You only whimper quietly in response, your eyes remained shut and somehow you didn’t mind this intrusion. His fingers faltered for a moment before dropping and the cool air left with his touch. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, they were now golden and shining as they stared back at you. His expression was soft as he guided your hands to rest on his shoulders before he moved his hands to your hips once again.

“Can I please help you, flower?” He pleaded with sincerity. He may have been controlling and damn near autocratic but this was one thing he didn’t want to just take.

You carried your hand up to his face and cupped his cheek. His skin was soft and delicate, freckles were sparsely spread across his cheeks that were flushed a light pink. Your eyes fluttered shut once and you kissed him again, muttering ‘Please’ when your lips briefly separated from his.

He was enjoying the delicate state you were in on top of him and it made it hard for him to focus. For a moment he cursed how small the ship was, it limited his options on what to do to you, for you.

He delicately tugged on the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head. The cockpit was frigid and you were sure that without the warmth coming off of your Inquisitor, you’d be shivering in no time. He hands rubbed the small of your back as his eyes took in the view. They moved up to release the clasp on your bra and let it fall to the ground below.

One hand held you firmly in place while the other massaged your breast. His tongue grazed over your other nipple and your hands reached for his hair. You moaned quietly and pulled on the strands of hair that you collected in your fist. His hand left your breast and returned to his position at your hips. He lifted you up to place one of his legs between yours.

Had you not been so consumed by his teeth pulling lightly on your nipple, you would’ve questioned him. His fingertips were digging into hips, surely to leave bruises behind on you. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of your neck making your hips buck and a breathy sigh passed your lips from the friction of his thigh against your core.

“That’s it, sweet girl, just like that.” His hands guided your hips against his thigh sending pleasure rippling through you. “Let me take care of you.”

You were a whimpering mess on his lap as he carried you close to your orgasm. The tension forming in the base of your abdomen was tearing straight through any composure you held earlier.

“Cal, p-please don’t stop.” You whined in his ear, your nails scratching his strong shoulders that you held onto with a sense of urgency.

“Cum for me, flower.” His words came right beside your moans that echoed in the cockpit as you reached your high. You were blinded by the tension between your thighs being released as the man under you carried you through your orgasm. Whimpering his name you gripped the hair on the back of his head and laid your face onto his shoulder.

As the feeling faded you relaxed further against him, feeling exhausted but at ease. His arm reached into the air and brought over a hooded sweatshirt from behind him.

“Arms up.” His voice was gentle but the familiar tone of command was in his voice again. He pulled the sweatshirt over your head and you noticed that it was covered in the smell of his cologne. He tapped the outer side of your thigh and motioned for you to move. “Get comfortable, we still have an hour to go. You need to get some rest, I have work for you to do on Kashyyyk.”

You sleepily nod and sit sideways across his lap, legs dangling over the side with your face in his neck. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his arms wrap around you.

Cal was feeling content for the first time in a very long time. He felt you beginning to trust him and that was going to be important not only for your relationship but in your work position. He finally rested his head against yours and the two of you drift off with the comfort of the other soothing you to sleep.

#cal kestis #inquisitor!cal #inquisitor cal #calquisitor #cal kestis x reader #jedi fallen order #star wars #part 4 #smut #thigh riding

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stardew-imagines-me · 5 years

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How do Elliott and Shane deal with a drunk farmer? Like they're saying nonesense, can bearly walk and eventually pass out somewhere.

Shane

• Shane grimaces, fearing that maybe he acts the way you are right now; stumbling over your own feet, laughing way too loud and throwing up on the floor of the bar bathroom

- he knew it was time to go after the first time you threw up all over some dudes shoes, causing him to yell and gag at you

- giving a quick, embarrassed apology, Shane hurriedly cleaned you up and wrapped his arm around your middle so he could help you walk

• He agreed with every ‘I love you’ and thanked your slurred compliments as he brought you outside to get some air

• He reflects a whole lot while you’re sitting there nodding off, watching your red face look tiredly towards the ground

- he would’ve called you cute, and he does think you’re cute, but the fact you’re shit faced and threw up on a guy kinda stumped him

- Next time he’ll just take you out to a movie instead

• “Hey, let’s-“ he stops as you slump over onto his shoulder, snoring lightly. You’re lucky he loves you, because he’s never sat outside for 3 hours letting someone sleep on his shoulder until they sober up enough to walk

Elliott

• Elliot has never been a fan of drinking or bars, he can live without alcohol but decided that maybe it would be fun to go out with you for once

• what he didn’t expect was how much of a lightweight you were - with just two glasses of red wine, you were already hiccuping miserably

- “oh dear, I am so sorry,” Elliott says guiltily as he tries to help you stand up. Your head goes slack between your arms and he has no choice but to lift you out of the chair himself

• hes always been quite modest about his strength, never really pointing attention to his abs or muscles like Alex

- but he’s grateful at this point in time. He’s got you slung over his shoulder, apologizing to the bar tender who looks way too amused and walking out still apologizing to you

• “ss kay,” you slur out. Even in your drunken state, you know you’ll wake up with a massive hangover and a vomit session - perhaps you should’ve told him you don’t drink, like ever

• it’s obvious he feels guilty, especially when he’s patting your back while you sob into the toilet, but he promises to make it up to you in the morning

- he’ll never drink again after tonight

#sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv imagines #sdv

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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One sided friendship Batboys series:Dick Grayson X Reader. p 1/2

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Your POV:

"Ah...what happened last night?..." My voice croaked God my mouth tasted awfu, my whole body feels like it went through the spin-cycle...I gotta hurl! I groaned as my joints pop and body protested from standing up, I sigh wincing in pain as sunlight shined my eyes in from the tiny cracks from the curtain, Wait my window isn't that big?

I swallowed and got up from the bed walked over to the window and drew back the curtain to reveal...Niagara Falls?! that seem snapped me awake faster than a hamster on coffee!

*When...How did I get to Canada?!* then I noticed what I was wearing a gray button up shirt...a man's button up shirt...My heart was rattling in my rib-cage as I finally got a good look around the room. it was obviously at the Casino...

And I wasn't alone I saw a passed out redheaded man passed out on the floor..in my dress! I'd be laughing right now if I wasn't freaking out! I went to run a hand through my hair and I saw a tiny glint in the corner of my eye...It was ring a wedding ring...my stomach churned as I looked over to Whats-his name and saw a similar ring on his finger too...

"What the shit?" I croaked sobbingly before I was harshly interrupted by the contents of my stomach decided to remind me what I had for dinner the other night, and ran to the bathroom. While making friends with the porcelain throne...I tried to piece together how I got here...

It was all because of Richard 'Effin' Grayson! we used to be thick as thieves, but then he started noticing girls! every time he would go out meet some girl and he'd fall for her, shower her with attention and gifts and then she'd get fed up with him ditching their dates, due to his nightly activities and he go crying to me..the stupid girl who was dumb enough to hold on what little hope I had, that he'd notice me and my feelings. But no, every time I had the courage to speak to him about it...

I'd run into him while he was on a date or introduce me to his new girlfriend and the cycle would start all over again! Which was totally unfair! He can date around and ignore me, but if a guy ever shows a sliver of interest in me. He gets all pissy and tells them to back off or sabotage my dates! and recently he started obsessing over some girl he'd seen at one Bruce's gala...

As Dick described her: she had e/c, glossy [long/short] hair and nice [full/petite.] figure for a small fleeting moment I though he was talking about me...only to be introduced to [similar sounding name] at an old classmate's wedding that the two of us were kind of friends with, and the crazy thing is?

SS/n looked exactly like me only with a nicer figure,perfect height darker/lighter hair and eyes and dressed more provocatively then me...that was the worst fucking blow to my heart.

Dick was pretty much telling me that he's wants someone like me...but not Me. After that I remember getting into my car and just drove off, I didn't care where... I just had leave! I had to get away from Gotham, from Bludhaven from Dick, everything...

I vaguely remember checking my phone for flights and came across an ad for Niagara falls...Well I did have vacation days, And Bruce has been badgering me to take some time off. taking a risk I submitted my vacation time and list of temps to cover for me while I'm gone and booked the first available flight which was in four hours and just drove to the airport.

I must've looked very odd a girl dressed like a nerdy princess walking around the airport a 12 am, a few little girls actually looked a me in awe and asked for a selfies *they must be on their way to Disney world or just got back from Disney world...* I though and happily obliged to their request their parent were grateful and apologetic at the same time,

When my flight was boarding I got a text from the bride asking if I was alright? and what shitty move Grayson pulled... I snorted a girl I barely talked to in school was more worried about me then Dick! he saw my face he knew I was upset! but, he ignored me in favor of his new girlfriend who was just going to dump him once he starts bailing on her for Nightwing duties. I texted back saying I was fine and shut my phone off...

That was...what was the date? When I was finally done with throwing up...I looked around the room for my phone and some clue as to who and how I supposedly married the redheaded stranger! I eventually I found my phone I've seriously been gone two weeks?! But, I could've sworn I just left! then I noticed the camera...

It was pink and had a cheesy logo on it Reverend Al's 10 min weddings! taking a leap I hooked the camera to the TV...And my face immediately turned bright red..."Oh god kill me now..." I moaned into my hands mortified as the guy next to me woke up and looked around disoriented before barfing on to my dress...Mental note burn that dress...And learn supposed husband's name....

A few days later..

"Something's wrong, I know it father!" Damian huffed as he followed Bruce downstairs the older Wayne sighed he explained to his son that Y/n was just on vacation and should be back any day now...But his son wasn't having it he knew Y/n would at least call them how her trip was! or how long she was gonna be or a least to see how Damian himself was doing...she pretty much the big sister/mother he never had growing up.

So, of course he freaking out...Someone has to! Grayson was too clouded with infatuation to even noticed Y/n was gone and her cheap plastic knock-off was had overstayed her welcome the second she step foot in this manor, She would act all sweet and nice, but the second Grayson left she would become obnoxiously rude had pig manners.

[like chewing loudly,going days without bathing,eating like a donkey raised her etc.] and was possibly cheating on Grayson judging how quickly Ss/n would openly flirt and throw herself at his father, Drake or Todd and when they rejected her advances she make a scene causing Dick to come and rescue her.

Everyone hated her and couldn't understand why Dick would date someone like her who was obviously dating him for money and attention, when he first hinted that he liked a girl with [y/hc] and [y/ec] they assumed he was talking about Y/n...even Todd boasted that.

"it was about Effin' Time!" But when he showed up with [ss/n] it was slap to the face to everyone...Damian went to go find Y/n and check on her, but found her apartment empty he asked Bruce about it and his father explained that she had just clocked in her vacation days and would be gone for a while...

They got to kitchen and immediately Bruce and Damian's mood soured seeing [ss/n] drinking orange juice straight from the carton and her mouth stained with what appeared to be oatmeal...heaven forbid what was floating around in that juice carton! Damian grimaced as she noticed them She swallowed loudly and put the juice back.

"Oh, good morning Mr. Wayne.~" the girl purred shamelessly showing her exposed bra to the older man who decided that he'd grab breakfast at the office and left then she noticed Damian and her mood soured. "What are you looking at brat?!"

she sneered before Damian could snark out a reply her phone started ringing and she quickly escaped bumping into Jason who grimaced at her as she passed him.

"What's miss Piggy's problem?" He asked taking the orange juice out the fridge, his younger brother just blanched as Jason brought the carton up to his lips, but noticed Damian's face and immediately back pedaled.

"The bicycle drank this, didn't she?" he seethed this was his juice! it had his name on it, no one touches Jason's shit! He dumped the carton a looked ready spew when he saw the oatmeal chunks floating down the drain. "And she ate my fucking Oatmeal! Goddammit! Grayson!" Jason bellowed sprinting up the stairs looking for the acrobat.

Damian rolled his eyes already how this song and dance will go...Drake, Todd or his father will confront Grayson about Ss/n's behavior she'd make scene causing him to make excuses or be defensive and would all end with everyone on both sides the silent treatment...the green eyed boy sighed in annoyance and went to go train in the cave when he saw a taxi coming up the drive.

Strange, they weren't expecting any visitors...."Ummi?" He said heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted to the main foyer just in time to see his father opening the door to Y/n!...and some redhead man who was younger then his father by few years.

the h/c smiled at Bruce sheepishly as Damian noted her attire black jeans, f/c t-shirt that said I <3 Niagara Falls and a worn out Letterman's jacket that obviously didn't belong to her..

"Hi Bruce...Damian sorry I took longer then I sai-" She cut off by the boy running up and hugging her waist "Don't leave again.." he mumbled into her stomach before turning to mystery man who was awkwardly observing them. "Don't you have a route or fares to collect?" the boy hissed at the gray eyed man who stared bug eyed at the kid before rubbing the back of his head.

"o-oh boy, um... I'm not a cabbie I'm Y/n's-" Y/n nervously intervened.

"Say, where's uncle Alfred I need to tell him something..."

"You didn't tell them yet?"

"It didn't feel right doing it over the phone, sue me!"

The redheaded man winced as Bruce looked between the two and noticed their hands...or rather their ring fingers and shit it the fan. "BOYS! ALFRED! FAMILY MEETING!! NOW!?"Damian gawked at his father stunned he has never been this angry in front of company before!

"What's going on Ummi?" He asked Y/n who just smiled sadly and readjusted her large framed glasses the photochromic lenses were dark and hid her eyes, as Alfred and the other boys showed up along with Ss/n who sneered when she saw Y/n..."Den. Now.." Bruce said calmly as his sons swallowed wondering what they did?

They, Alfred, Y/n, mystery guy went into the den Ss/n went to follow only for Bruce to blocked her from entering "I said family meeting, you're not family.." he hissed at her the Darker/lighter H/c gaped at him like a fish and pointed at Y/n in disgust "She's allowed!" She shrieked in his face.

"Y/n is Alfred's niece that makes her family.." Bruce huffed before slamming the door in Ss/n's face they heard her screech stomp her foot like a child before hearing her footsteps hurry away...

"Wait, how come this guy can stay, but not my girlfriend?" Dick demanded eyeing the redheaded man suspiciously and annoyed that he was sitting so damn close to Y/n. who was trying to avoid everyone's stares as she found her voice.

"I really think this is a little extreme?" Bruce shot her a look that could melt paint steel, the e/c girl swallowed hard "S-so, you guys know that I went on vacation.." Dick cut her off "When did you go on vacation?" he sounded bemused and offended that she hadn't said anything to him, his brother's just looked at him like Seriously?

"I've been gone for almost three weeks, Richard..." she said ignoring pain in her chest that he hadn't noticed she was gone. while Jason pitched in

"I seriously thought you would've at least noticed the gremlin whining 'Ummi...where's my ummi?' non-stop for the last two weeks!" Damian turned red and snapped at Jason to shut up as he kept his arms around Y/n's waist glaring at the streaked haired man.

whilst everyone gave Dick shit for not noticing his so-called best friend was missing for almost half a month, Tim commented about how she could've been kidnapped or murdered and he would've been too busy with his "hairpin Cinderella" to notice "That's over the lin-" the oldest brother was about ready to tear into Tim for that, They were cut off by their foster father slamming his hand on the table.

"Could we please talk about the fact she came back married!?" Bruce bellowed a pregnant silence filled the air as the boys slowly turned to Y/n in disbelief who sighed bringing a hand to her forehead showing the gold glint of her wedding band.

"Hayden say hello to the boys..." she mumbled quickly as Hayden awkwardly waved "Hi boys." he cleared his throat as everyone gawked at the 'couple' stunned then Dick burst out laughing after a few minutes of this he sighed wiping a tear from his eye. "heheh..Good Joke Y/n! you and Bruce almost had us...Right?" he saw no one else was laughing..."Right?" Y/n bit her lip took out the USB from the camera and plugged it into with the den's TV...

[[A faded pink banner read out Reverend Al's Ten minute weddings! is hung haphazardly over what appeared to be a lounge that hasn't been decorated since 1970 lit up by a broken disco ball and fairy lights...

at a graying podium a priest in a sequin jacket and bell bottoms, boredly reads wedding rights to an obvious shotgun marriage as both sets of parents were glaring at the pregnant bride and the groom in disappointment as they walked out of the lounge in annoyance...

Just as the good reverend was about to put bible away he looked up and rolled his eyes muttering "God..are you kidding?" under his breath and sighed as Y/n still in the dress she wore at their classmate's wedding was practically dragged down the aisle by a drunk Hayden who giggling as he tried to hold the possibly more inebriated Y/n up as she kept trying to sit or lay down. The priest huffed looked at his watch "Alright my kid's got a thing in ten and my wife's gonna flip on me...let's make this quick!"

"Do you?"

"Y...Y/n *hic*"

"Take..

"Hey-Dan!"

To be yer husband and wife?"

"I g-got Neerds in my bra!" Pulls out candy box and pours some in Hayden's hand.

"Aces! Sugar Tits!" pops them in his mouth and smiles at the priest.

The priest gives them a blank stare, but goes with it..."Right then, by the power vested in me by the province of Ontario I pronounce you man and wife, here's coupon book for Cliffton Hill...Kiss n' get out!" the priest sneered handing them the marriage license his assistant was filling out for them,

He stamped it and and put it in Y/n's purse as she and Hayden gave each other a small peck on the lips and wandered out of the church completely oblivious to what they just did...then came back a few seconds later to steal the camera..]]

Y/n stopped the recording blushing bright freaking red "Trust you don't want to see what's on rest of this..." she mumbled as everyone was staring at the screen stunned, well everyone except Dick who kept his eyes on Y/n who was fiddle with her glasses waiting for someone to say something, he noticed a mark on her neck...

a hickey? this was real? she let that stranger..., the scent coming off her wasn't her perfume it was to rich and musky, the ring on her finger...it...a weird feeling curdled into Dick's stomach it felt tight and his heart felt like it had taken a bath in acid...

He couldn't place the feeling, but knew he couldn't stay anywhere near Y/n's husband out of fear of what he may do to Hayden. "I'm going for a walk..." was all Dick said before calmly leaving the den... Y/n and Hayden both flinched hearing the front doors slam whilst everyone stood stock still.

Till Alfred snapped out of his stupor and punch Hayden in the face "You, disgusting scoundrel! womanizing git!" the old man snarled as Jason pulled the old man away from the ginger who was stunned knocked out of his shoes by an old man,

"And this is why I wanted to speak to Alfred privately!" Y/n sighed as Damian looked very conflicted, half was angry that Grayson had finally driven Y/n too far... while the other was horrified that they'll never get rid of Ss/n now that Y/n been wedded!

Alfred's angry voice cut in "Young lady we are going to city hall this instant for an annulment!" her uncle seethed pointing at the door, but Y/n stood her ground "Well, maybe I don't want an annulment." Alfred and the boys gawked at her.

"I know you're all hoping that Dick will pull the damn wool off hie eyes...But, considering the girl he wants will never be me, I think it's for the best I move on..." She said meekly as Alfred huffed "No, A thousand times no! I listen dear, I know how men like Hayden work, and this?" he holds up her hand showing her ring to herself. "Is just a phase to distract him from whatever void he thinks is plaguing his life." Y/n blinked at her uncle bemused then looked at Tim who cleared his throat.

"Alfred saying Hayden only married you because of a mid-life crisis..." the teen explained as said ginger awkwardly raised his hand. "Y'know I'm sitting right here?" he said then all the males in the room slowly turned and glared at him "Shut-up." they snapped Hayden blanched "Ok.." he squeaked and averted his eyes to the floor, and Y/n calmly pulled away from her uncle.

"Look, I understand your all just trying look out for me, But I'm not going to sit around and wait...it's time look at a new chapter in my life and that's just Dick's loss." Alfred still begged that she and Hayden get an annulment but, Bruce stop him.

"Alfred, Y/n is a grown woman this is her choice and we have to respect that, even if it hurts someone in the end." The billionaire said gently as the butler looked down sullenly and with that the meeting was over.

Y/n and Hayden went back to her apartment to well clean up any expired food. and just get over the jet-lag they were feeling, As they settled in for the night neither noticed Nightwing watching them from the tree outside Y/n’s bedroom gritting his teeth in anger...

#Richard Grayson #nightwing x reader #Jason Todd #Tim drake #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #alfred pennyworth #Batfam #batboys #batbros #dc comics #Reader insert #Dick Grayson fanfiction

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kibanafuji · 5 years

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10:07 am. 19th of december, 2019.

he’s up.

he was asleep for... what time did he pass out? rotom isn’t in his phone, he’s alone in his room; his pokemon know how to care for themselves well, they must have wanted to let him get some rest alone. his phone unlocks to a message he didn’t finish typing, seemingly having fallen asleep partway through. it looks like a direct follow-up to the last message he’d sent, which was at...

7:07 pm. on the 17th.

raihan slept for exactly 39 hours.

[below the cut: depiction of a PTSD episode that involves dissociation and intrusive thoughts. very brief mentions/implications of self harm, injury, and violence.]

his sleep was... it was... he guesses it was adequate, kind of. no nightmares.

no nightmares, but that’s not to say it was pleasant.

he feels awful and tired, despite how long he slept. ... he wonders if this is ■■■ ■■■■■■ ■■■■■ ■■■■ ■■ ■■■■■ ■■ ■■■ ■■■■■ ■■■■. ■■■■ ■■ ■■■■■ ■■■ ■■. he hopes not.

he drags himself out of bed groggily, and parts the blinds keeping his room dark and isolated to take a peek outside.

snow.

thick snow. two feet of it, at least.

his stomach churns. he isn’t sure if it’s the sight beyond his window or how long it’s been since he’s had anything to eat or drink.

he’s too tired to look away. he doesn’t want to. his brain forces him to look. to watch. to see. to ■■■■■■■■.

the nausea doesn’t even compare to the pain in his chest. it’s excruciating. images of childhood snowball fights and wintertime fun are cruelly interspersed with ■■■■■■ ■■... ■■■■. it’s at its worst when they combine.

the emotional agony leads to the physical. there’s no medicine he can take like he could if he had sprained his ankle.

he finally manages to draw away from the window. someone might see him. he’s barely a pair of crying eyes through a gap in the blinds, but even that is too much. something is close to escaping. he holds a hand to his mouth instinctively, slowly making his way into the bathroom.

it’s not the nausea.

he can't say her name.

if he says her name, she’ll come to see him.

he can’t say her name.

when she was still here... whenever he said her name, even if at first she protested, she would come. she'd always come running. she'd always, always follow him wherever he went, whenever he asked.

she deserves her rest.

he can't say her name and have her come all the way down from heaven just to watch her big brother cry.

he'll be fine.

just enjoy yourself up there, ■■■.

that's really... all he could ever ask of her. to just be happy. please, god, let her be happy.

deep breaths.

just take some deep breaths.

it's all fine.

he's fine.

... he's always fine.

it's her that he wishes were fine. her, that he wishes were alive.

he wishes he could have taken her place.

if one of them had to die, he doesn't understand why the fuck it had to be her.

she didn't deserve that.

she deserved life.

and that was cut far too short.

she deserved the life he's living.

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... deep breaths, deep breaths.

look in the mirror. focus on the raihan in the glass. i could break him, shatter him. cathartic. messy. but the one standing right here won't break. he'll bleed when the glass splits his skin, but he's smart. the only one broken will be the man in the reflection; the lesser raihan. people can spot a cut on a wrist, but no one'll know you crushed your own reflection into a fine powder when it looks perfectly normal in all the mirrors that exist outside your home.

you. you there.

the sad, useless bastard staring me in the eye. thinking too much about everything, pitying yourself like a selfish asshole.

acting like this is useless. thinking like this is useless. you're fine, raihan. you're never not fine. quit fucking whining about your dumbass feelings. you're alive. be grateful for it, you stupid motherfucker.

it's going to happen again if you aren't careful. you fucking idiot.

just suck it up.

let them lean on you even if you're about to collapse. you won't collapse, anyway, so what does it matter? better you than them.

they all deserve happiness and health.

he'll be useful. he'll be helpful. he'll fix their problems. lean on him. he can handle it for you. he's fine. he's always fine. he's always strong. he's reliable. lean on him. please. if they stand on their own, they might trip.

they might fall, and hurt themselves.

they might get hit by a car.

they might get kidnapped.

they might get murdered.

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they don't deserve that.

they deserve to live.

breathe.

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breathe.

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breathe.

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you're

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fine.

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you're fine.

yeah.

ready to start the day.

#﹙IC.﹚#﹙DRABBLE.﹚#﹙HEADCANONS.﹚#this post is also very long under the cut

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elvendara · 5 years

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April Challenge 2019 Day 3

I imagine Saeran would be different if Saeyoung had been able to take him away from their mother as well. Still a little shy, innocent, and naive, with shadows of unknown because he is his strength. This is just the beginning of a High School AU I thought of.

High School

“Are you going to eat that?” Eunjoo snatched the pudding cup from Yoosung’s tray.

“Hey!” he tried to grab it back as Eunjoo pulled away, leaving Yoosung grasping air with a chuckle escaping through a wide grin.

“The new kid is so weird.” Jiwoo whispered, her eyes gazing across the crowded cafeteria.

“What new kid?” Yoosung asked, scanning the area.

“Seriously Yoosung?” Eunjoo shook his head and rolled his eyes. “He was in our first period class. Mr. Lee had him stand up and introduce himself.”

“Really? I kind of fell asleep.” Yoosung bit his lower lip guiltily. The others around the table gasped dramatically.

“I was up late working on my science project!” Yoosung defended himself, the others laughed. Yoosung was one of the best students and having him do anything that was mildly bad was extremely amusing.

“Anyway, it’s the red head, I don’t know how you could miss him.” Jiwoo stated once she stopped laughing.

“Red?” Yoosung was really curious now, he’d never seen a natural red head before, maybe it wasn’t though. His eyes fell on the orange tone almost immediately. The boy had his head down, nose in a very large book. He sat alone, no one else close to him. He nibbled on a carrot, his smooth jaw chewing slowly.

“Oh no.” Devon exclaimed and turned back around to face Yoosung.

“What?” Yoosung blinked, brushing his brunette bangs from his eyes.

“Looks like Jimin’s gang is paying the new kid a visit.” Devon lay his head on his arms, knowing full well what was about to happen. Yoosung locked his gaze on the tall dark-haired bully as he slammed a hand onto the table in front of the red head. His buddies behind him, already grinning and smirking. They were too far away to hear what was being said, but it wasn’t difficult to guess. The red head appeared to be confused, his shoulder’s pulling in on him. He closed his book and tried to shove it into his book bag on the table next to his tray. Jimin grabbed it, his friends laughing louder as it was thrown against the wall.

The boy shrank away from the onslaught as Jimin tossed the tray onto the floor. The crowded room erupted into laughter as the other kids watched the unfolding show.

“What an asshole!” Jiwoo muttered, they were one of the few tables who wasn’t taking any pleasure in the show. Yoosung stood but Jiwoo yanked him back down.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.

“We can’t just let him do that!” Yoosung watched with a sinking heart as the boy tried to get up and leave. Jimin kicked his back and the boy fell to the floor, several more books flying from his bag. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked as if he had started to cry.

“You want to be the next victim?” Devon grated through clenched teeth. Jimin grabbed the carton of milk and walked towards the boy, who was now replacing the books back into the bag. He tilted the carton and the milk fell on the boy’s head. He gasped but didn’t move. Once the carton was empty Jimin let it drop, it bounced of the red head and fell beside him. His shoulders shook but he didn’t move.

Jimin said something and with a final shove against the boy’s back with his boot, he turned and walked away. Once the drama was over, the other kids went back to their food. Not a single person tried to help or comfort the boy. No one would, Devon was right, if anyone did, they would be a target and Jimin was relentless.

Yoosung couldn’t stand it anymore, he shoved himself away from the table, shaking off his friends as they tried to stop him. He went to the wall and picked up the book Jimin had thrown. The boy was no longer on the floor, just the empty milk carton. He made his way to the exit and outside. Looking left and right he spotted the red head going around the next building, he ran after him.

Rounding the corner, he could see the boy making his way towards the gym, he followed. Finally, he caught up with the boy inside the locker room. He heard water and knew the boy must be trying to wash his hair. Making his way to the sinks he finally saw him. His head was in the sink, the water soaking his hair as his hand washed away the milk. Yoosung went and grabbed one of the towels and waited for the boy to finish.

When he turned the water off and stood straight, his amber eyes fell on Yoosung, widening with fear. He was indeed crying and Yoosung felt empathetic tears fill his own eyes.

“Here.” He said, handing the boy the towel. He blinked, a look of distrust behind the gaze. Finally, he reached out and took the towel. His red t-shirt was wet across his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to care. He used the towel to dry his hair quickly, then settled it around his shoulders.

“I brought you this too.” Yoosung gave the boy the book he was holding, and he looked grateful.

“Thank you.” He whispered, before his voice broke and tears fell like the water faucet he’d just turned off. His slim shoulders vibrated as the emotion shook his whole body. Before Yoosung could think, he enfolded the boy in his arms. He stiffened for a second, but then his thin arms snaked around him and clutched at him like a life line.

They stood that way for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, until the boy calmed enough to step back. Amber eyes met amethyst and Yoosung tried to smile comfortingly.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re the first person whose been nice to me at all. I thought…” he shrugged and grabbed his book bag, shoving the book into it then slinging it over his shoulder. He looked at his feet as he shuffled them nervously.

“That must really suck.” Yoosung offered, not knowing what else to say.

“I thought I might make some friends. But…” he gave that sad shrug again and sniffled, wiping at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

“What’s your name?” Yoosung asked.

“Ss…Saeran.” The boy answered, finally meeting Yoosung’s gaze again.

“Hi Saeran. I’m Yoosung. It’s really nice to meet you.” Yoosung smiled and received a beautiful smile in return.

“It’s nice to meet you too Yoosung.”

“Not a great first day huh?” Yoosung tried to joke.

“No. I…I’ve never been to school before, I didn’t know it would be like this.”

“Were you homeschooled?” Yoosung asked.

“Something like that.” Saeran shrugged and went back to shuffling his feet nervously. Obviously, he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, if you want, I’d like to be your friend.” He offered. Saeran’s head snapped up, eyes wide.

“Really?”

“Really.” Yoosung nodded. Saeran fell on him, hugging him tight. He could tell the boy was crying again as he embraced him back. How lonely had his life been to be so enthusiastic about one friend?

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Jimin smirked, arms crossed at his chest, his entourage behind him snickering. “Isn’t this sweet.” The boys broke apart, Yoosung putting himself between Saeran and Jimin.

“Don’t let us stop you.” Jimin laughed. “I always knew you were a fag Yoosung, and I’m not surprised the freak is too.” They burst out laughing. Yoosung clenched his jaw, wanting desperately to punch that smug look off the dark eyed boy’s face.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I touch a nerve? We didn’t mean to interrupt your romantic and intimate moment.” He cawed. “I’m sure the freak could use a good fuck, maybe he’ll even stop reading enough to let you finger fu…”

“Shut up!” Yoosung bellowed, taking a step towards the bully. “What is wrong with you? Just leave him alone!” his hands were fisted at his sides and he really did feel as if his adrenaline-fueled body would take a swing. It terrified him and thrilled him at the same time. Jimin scoffed in his face and his arm darted out. He wrapped his hand around Yoosung’s throat and swung him around to slam him against the tiled wall. His head smashed against it and sent stars through his vision. He blinked rapidly, trying desperately to pull the boy’s arm off him. He could barely breathe, and his head was starting to feel heavy.

Saeran dropped his bag when he saw Yoosung hit the wall. He jolted towards Jimin and grabbed the wrist of the arm he held Yoosung with. He yanked on it, twisting it as he stepped under the arm and around. Jimin let go of Yoosung at the pressure, then he was slammed against the wall himself, face first. Saeran twisted his arm behind his back and shoved against him, planting his feet shoulder width apart to ground himself like Saeyoung had shown him. He was furious, his teeth grinding, his hands itching to cause physical damage on the boy.

He noticed Jimin’s friends ready to pile on him, so he grabbed at the boy’s dark hair and slammed his face into the tiles, blood shot out but he wasn’t too worried about it. The head always bled heavily, it didn’t mean there was a serious wound, but it definitely looked serious.

“One more step and I’ll spill his brains all over this bathroom!” he threatened. That was enough to keep them all away. They looked at Saeran as if he was a crazed animal, and in a way, he was.

“Saeran…” Yoosung delicately laid his hand over Saeran’s arm until he got his attention. Amber eyes locked onto him and the anger in them took Yoosung’s breath away. “Ll…let him go. It’s ok.” He cajoled. Saeran blinked slowly at him, then faced the boy he had pinned to the wall. The tension in his body dissolved and he let go, taking a step back.

Jimin fall away, rubbing at his arm.

“You’re fucking crazy!” he muttered before turning and running out, his posse behind him.

“I…I didn’t mean…” Saeran stared at his hands, he’d only wanted to protect Yoosung. His action had been involuntary.

“I know. Are you ok?” Yoosung asked kindly.

“Me? I’m fine. You? Did he hurt you?” Saeran asked, scanning Yoosung’s body to see if he was injured in any way.

“No, I’m ok. Thank you. How…how did you learn to do that?” Yoosung was impressed, and a little frightened by Saeran’s response.

“My brother. He taught me how to defend myself. He said hopefully I would never need it, but if I did, I would at least be prepared.” He shrugged. He reached out and grasped Yoosung’s hand. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

Yoosung squeezed Saeran’s hand reassuringly. “I’m sure.”

“Are you sure you still want to be my friend?” Saeran asked in an almost inaudible whisper.

“Positive.” Yoosung answered immediately. Saeran looked up at him with the most beautiful smile, the freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose brighter under the harsh florescent lights. They embraced once more and Yoosung’s heart fluttered in a way he’d never felt before. He clung to the red head, his hands tingling and aching to explore his body. Suddenly he was well aware that his cock was responding in a most unusual way. He tried to keep his pelvis away from the other boy, but it was no use. However, he was pretty sure he could feel Saeran’s erection as well.

#my posts #yooran #yoosung #saeran #mysme #mystic messenger #Yooran Fanfic #mysme fanfic #HS AU #April Challenge 2019 Day 3 #These boys are dangerous when the other is threatened

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find-the-eyes · 5 years

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I’ll Try Anything Once: Chapter 15

Written by: ss, Allegra Edited by: Allegra, Sol

The following morning, Bob was more nervous than usual. Even though the day’s plan was to hang out with his friends, he couldn’t stop feeling anxious. He paced back and forth in his small flat, waiting for his roommate to finish getting ready. He was so nervous that he didn’t even notice Alvy trotting along behind him playfully. It wasn’t until the door to their joint bathroom flew open that he finally stopped his pacing.

“Ready to go to our first jam session?” Paul asked with a toothy grin. Bob gulped and nodded. Even though Alex and Paul had said that they were fine with teaching Bob how to play beforehand, he couldn’t help feeling afraid he had failed somehow. He had never touched an instrument before in his life. Making music just wasn’t his thing. His worry only grew as they approached Alex’s flat.

Inside said flat, Alex had finished setting up their equipment for the day. He was nervous for an entirely different matter. He glanced at Nick, who had just finished putting down the bass that Bob would be learning. Nick had retreated back to his seat on the side of the couch that he had made himself comfortable on for the past few days, with Steckrübe following suit. Alex had been so busy cozying up with Nick that he’d completely forgotten that he had never introduced Nick to his other friends. Well, he had mentioned Nick very briefly to Bob, but he doubted Bob would remember. Thankfully he had told Nick that there would be guests over so Nick had time to prepare himself mentally to meet new people.

There was a knock on the door. Alex shot Nick a look, as if to ask whether Nick was ready for the guests or not. Nick’s small nod was enough confirmation for Alex to open his front door. There stood Paul and Bob, with the former looking excited while the latter could only muster a small, nervous smile. A single bark brought Alex’s attention to Bob’s feet, where Alvy was wagging his tail.

“Oh!” Alex said, startled. He hadn’t thought that Bob would brought Alvy along, although he supposed that shouldn’t be surprised. Alex barely knew Alvy at all because pets weren’t allowed inside the campus buildings, and Alex and Bob really only spent time together in class. Alvy stretched his snout up to sniff at Alex’s hand. Alex smiled and gently scratched the top of Alvy’s head. He hoped Alvy would be a good boy around Steckrübe. He let them in anyway, and as he did so Paul immediately started looking around in awe.

“Wow,” he said, his mouth agape at how spacious Alex’s flat was. Even Bob stopped worrying and was distracted by how nice Alex’s living space was. It didn’t take long for both of their eyes to fall on Nick, who had been sitting silently on the couch, his eyes watching the two new guests.

“Oh,” Paul said, unconsciously narrowing his eyes. “I remember you.”

“Yes, we, uh,” Alex quickly jumped in. The last time Paul and Nick had met, they weren’t exactly on the best of terms. “This is Nick. We’ve become friends.”

Paul raised his eyebrows in question, but Alex didn’t respond to it. He walked them over to the middle of the room where he had set up his equipment, and where Nick was currently sitting. He offered Nick a hand to help him up.

“Nick, this is Bob and this is Paul.” Bob and Paul waved shortly at Nick. Nick just looked at them, eyes wide. The golden cockapoo at their feet let out another bark. “Oh, and this is Alvy.”

Alvy took a step forward to where Steckrübe was sitting, near Nick’s legs. Alex could feel Nick tensing. But as Alvy invaded Steckrübe’s personal space, sniffing at the smaller feline, no growl was heard nor a hiss from either of them. Alex thought about how pets resemble their owners, and perhaps Bob’s calm demeanor had rubbed off on Alvy. Steckrübe hadn’t felt bothered at all by Alvy’s intrusion and Nick took that as a good sign. If Steckrübe was alright with Alvy then Nick should be alright too.

“Anyway, Bob is my friend from uni, and Paul is Bob’s flatmate,” Alex continued where he left off. It took a while for Nick to say anything, still trying to regain his cool. He knew he should be polite and greet the two newcomers, but all he wanted was to hide behind Alex and let him do all the talking. Alex had assured him earlier that day that Bob and Paul were good people and would never hurt Nick. Or rather, they’d have to do it over Alex’s dead body, as Alex had put it earlier that day as a joke (though Nick didn’t really appreciate the humor).

“H-Hello,” Nick finally said, mustering up as much courage as he could. His voice was slightly quivering - it had been a long time since he had talked to someone other than Alex. He tried his best not to cower, even though Bob and Paul hadn’t shown signs of dislike so far. Nick felt something warm brush his legs and took the chance to break eye contact with his guests to look down at Steckrübe. He rubbed his soft body against Nick’s ankles, purring all the while. Nick smiled to himself - maybe this was Steckrübe's way of telling him that everything would be alright. Alvy hadn’t backed away but he was sitting calmly nearby.

Paul looked at Nick with a bit of concern. He wanted to reach out to him, but just didn’t know how, or if it would even be worth it. Bob must’ve sensed it too, because when Paul looked at his friend he found out that the blonde was already looking his way. They both stayed silent, but the looks on their faces said it all. Probing Nick out of his shell might be hard. Paul knew Nick was probably a nice person deep down - anyone who could put up with living with Alex was probably a very patient individual. Paul almost snickered at his own thought, but Bob on the other hand felt more sympathetic towards the newcomer. Bob had seen himself in the way Nick’s voice had quivered, and from the way his eyes wouldn’t meet for more than two seconds. But that sympathy was also tainted with the faintest hint of jealousy. Nick had been living under one roof with Alex, and as grateful Bob was that he had Paul as a roommate, the idea of sharing a space with Alex was also very appealing. Bob decided to act his best though, and did what he did best in front of new guests which was to keep quiet.

A single clap snapped everyone out of their own thoughts. “Well, should we start practicing?!” Alex asked excitedly. Nick took that as a cue to go back to his seat. Steckrübe decided to plop himself on the ground, this time beside Alvy. It was nice to know that Steckrübe had made a new friend, Nick thought. Deep down, Nick hoped that Paul and Bob would be his friends too by the end of the day.

The other three men walked over to the space Alex where had set up the instruments. Alex picked up the bass he had brought all the way from Greece. “Alright Bob, this one is yours,” he said as he passed it to his friend. Bob took the bass from Alex’s hands, weighing it carefully.

“Um...” Bob was unsure of what he was supposed to do next. Paul noticed Bob's hesitation and walked behind him then, his right arm sneaking its way to where Bob was holding the neck of the bass.

“Here, let me show you.” Paul placed his hands over Bob's and showed him how to hold the instrument. When Bob finally got hold of the bass properly, Paul helped Bob into the strap, carefully slinging it over Bob’s head. “There you go.” Paul gave Bob a reassuring pat on the back. Bob silently wiped his now sweaty palm on the side of his jeans, hoping Paul hadn't noticed.

“Alright, where should I be?” Paul asked Alex, who had just finished slinging on his own guitar. He gestured to the keyboard.

“Are you any good with the keyboard?”

“I’m alright,” Paul said as he took his position behind the M-Audio keyboard. He took in the set in front of him before turning it on. He tested the sound of it and pressed a few buttons, familiarizing himself with the instrument. Alex had started to tune his guitar as well. As all of this was happening Bob stood there, clueless. He shifted from one foot to the other, looking down at the unfamiliar object he was holding.

Nick had been silently watching all this unfold. The sight of musical instruments felt like home, except that the people behind them weren’t his classmates but rather strangers, save for Alex. He’d never seen Alex play his guitar before, so he was much very looking forward to hearing him play. He watched Paul pressing away at the buttons, and occasionally playing a simple tune or two. Nick could tell Paul was already familiar with the keyboard. And then Nick’s attention turned to Bob, who was standing there rather awkwardly. It reminded Nick of when he was a small boy, picking up a guitar for the first time in his life, feeling the same nerves that Bob was clearly showing right now. Before Nick even realized it, he stood up and slowly approached Bob. Bob looked up, suddenly feeling even more nervous. But Nick was cautious, even as he held out a finger towards Bob.

Thwung.

The bass string made a deep noise as Nick plucked it with his finger.

“E.”

“Pardon?” Bob asked, more confused than scared at Nick’s sudden interaction.

“This is E,” Nick explained, which was the first sentence he had uttered ever since Bob, Paul, and Alvy arrived.

“Oh,” Bob nodded. He was unsure about the information Nick gave him, as he recalled vaguely how Alex had described Nick as somewhat fragile. He wanted to make sure though so he asked, “How did you know?”

“Uh, music school.” Nick pointed to a random direction, which Bob had guessed meant that Nick was attending the music school in that area. Nick quickly put his finger back on the bass, this time plucking a different string.

“G.”

“G, okay.” Bob repeated. This time he tried to play the string himself. It made the same deep noise. Nick repeated this with the rest of the strings, demonstrating which note they were and havin Bob copying right afterwards. Bob felt relieved he finally had something to do, and he was thankful that Nick would trouble himself teaching Bob how to play the bass from scratch.

While Bob was taking a small private lesson with Nick, Alex was watching. He was secretly proud that Nick had stepped out of his comfort zone to help Bob. He almost felt guilty that he had abandoned his friend when he was too caught up with his own playing.

“How are we doing here, lads?” Alex approached the both of them.

“Nick’s teaching me which is which,” Bob replied with Nick nodding along. Bob plucked each string on the instrument. “E, A, D, G. Is that right?” he asked Alex.

“Yeah, seems like you have a good teacher at hand,” the taller man said playfully, nudging Nick. Nick smiled, pleased that he had helped Bob learn and had made Alex happy. “You want to try playing something?”

Nick gave a small nod in response.

“The drum kit’s open. You should give it a shot.” Alex nudged Nick and directed him over to sit behind the drums.

Nick sat down and picked up the drumsticks. He tentatively hit one beat, and immediately, gunshots started ringing in his head. Seconds later, his memories of stealing the three snare drums with Julian flooded into his mind.

“Nick? What’s wrong?” Alex asked, seeing Nick sitting completely still, eyes focused on something no one else in the room could see. Nick tossed the sticks to the floor and zoomed back to the couch. He flopped down, grabbing Steckrübe and burying his face in his fur, shaking furiously. He eventually looked up to see Paul standing at the keyboard. And he kept staring.

Paul turned around, not understanding Nick’s outburst but forcing himself to be polite. “You want to try keys?”

Nick nodded and slowly got up from the couch. He positioned himself behind the keyboard and began to play a simple tune. Immediately he could feel that the keyboard was a much better fit for him. It felt comfortable to finally be playing an instrument he already knew about and enjoyed.

Nick then remembered something else. “I’ll grab my guitar,” he muttered to nobody in particular, suddenly jogging down the hall to his bedroom to retrieve it. By the time he came back and rested the guitar against the wall, Paul was trying out the drums. Nick wasn’t scared when Paul made the loud noises...much. He did his best to ignore it and started playing along to the beat, just trying to get reacquainted with the keyboard.

“Wow, no wonder you got into the music school,” Alex smiled, thrilled to finally see Nick happy. Nick just laughed softly and kept playing along. Alex eventually joined in on his guitar as well. The three of them quickly hit a groove.

Bob had been watching the scene unfold before him, feeling ashamed that he still didn’t know enough to be able to join in. While Alex, Paul, and Nick were preoccupied, he slipped into the kitchen to start practicing by himself. He pulled a chair out from under the table and sat down. He closed his eyes as he plucked the strings over and over, listening to the sound each one made and trying to memorize them.

Eventually, Alex realized that Bob was gone. He frowned. “Hey, where'd Bob go?” he called out. Paul shrugged. He'd been so wrapped up in playing that he hadn't even noticed.

Alex placed his guitar in its stand and carefully stepped over the equipment on the floor. “I'm going to go find him. You guys can keep on going,” he said. Nick and Paul looked at each other and nodded, continuing the jam they had begun.

Bob was so engrossed in his playing, eyes still closed, that he didn't even hear Alex walk into the room. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and he nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes flying open. “Wha—”

Alex drew his hand back. “Sorry!” he said softly, crouching down next to Bob. “I just didn't know where you went. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Bob sighed. “I'm fine. It's just…” he trailed off, idly running his left hand up and down the neck of the bass. “You guys sound amazing. I have no idea what I'm doing.” He looked down into Alex's green eyes and felt his pulse quicken briefly. “I don't know if I can do this.”

Alex shook his head. “Don't be daft,” he said softly. “We'll teach you everything you need to know. Nick and Paul and I just have a few more years of experience than you. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?”

Bob averted his eyes. “Yeah, I guess.”

Alex could hear the worry in Bob's voice. “Here,” he said, rising to his feet. “I'll show you a few more notes and how to move your hands around on the frets. You'll learn in no time. Come on.” He stood next to the table, holding out a hand to Bob.

Bob felt slightly ill at the prospect of Alex giving him a private lesson, but he nodded and stood up, facing Alex.

“Turn around,” Alex murmured gently. Bob did as Alex asked, nearly toppling over when he felt Alex's arms wrapping around him, his slender frame pressed against Bob's back.

Alex placed his left hand over Bob's own left hand and his right hand on the bottom of the bass. “I'll show you where to put your fingers and you can pluck, okay?”

Bob nodded, hardly believing what was happening. He tried to hang on to any shred of composure he had left.

Alex slid their overlapping fingers down the neck of the bass, finding a particular spot and pressing down. “Okay,” he said. “Now pluck the third string.”

Bob did as he was told, surprised to hear a slightly different sound emerging from the instrument. He tried it a second time.

“That's an A,” Alex explained. He slid their fingers to another spot on the fretboard, again pressing down and telling Bob which string to use. Alex gradually moved faster, helping Bob play different notes until his fingers were moving up and down with ease.

Bob smiled, feeling slightly more confident. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “This has been lovely.” He hoped that Alex would know what he secretly meant.

Alex smiled back. “You're welcome. We'll have to practice together more often.”

“That's good, because I don't think I'll ever remember all of those notes,” Bob said wryly.

“You will,” Alex said in a voice barely above a whisper. He rested his chin on Bob's left shoulder and closed his eyes, his hands dropping down to rest on Bob's hips.

Bob froze momentarily, turning his head slightly to look at Alex. He was a sight to behold - eyes closed, fringe hanging haphazardly over his forehead, lips full. Bob swallowed and, before he could even think about it, placed a soft kiss on Alex's cheek. He drew back quickly, slightly bewildered at what he had just done.

Alex's eyes popped open. He gave Bob a sideways glance and smiled gently. Bob felt his cheeks growing red. He stepped forward away from Alex, a death grip on his bass. “Right, well, shall we?” he said nervously, gesturing towards the living room where Nick and Paul were playing.

Alex grinned. “Let's go see what those two are up to.” He followed Bob into the next room.

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