#bunny reader does not seem like the jealous type

[spirit-lanterns]

all the ladies circled around a rabbit giving her affection when bunny reader walks in.

it's then they all realize that was not, in fact, the reader they were all coddling, but just a random rabbit that somehow got inside.

BUNNY READER WALKING IN LIKE “cute bunny, whose is it?” And all the women crowding around this random bunny slowly turn to you, then at the rabbit, then back at you, and then they realize they’ve been coddling a random ass rabbit the whole time.

The rabbit is all smug too. Perfectly perched in Robin’s lap while receiving headpats and kisses from all these women 😭😭

[blingblong55]

Pride -141 + König

Based on a request:

BLING!! *runs into the askbox* Blingy, a cuteass adorable reader but then when the guys turn around she just looks this with anyone who wants to fuck around and find out with her man.

F!reader, established!relationship, soldier!reader, fluff?

Dating him is probably the easiest of tasks, he is loyal, attentive, responsible, fun, and always respects your boundaries. If another woman is giving him attention, he is so oblivious to it and thinks it's all friendly but of course, you don't. There have been times when he has had to stop you from fighting a girl because she couldn't get the message that he is clearly taken. You know he is loyal, there is no doubt in that. But what really annoys you is how those women make him uncomfortable, if he is dating someone, then his love and attention go to his someone.

"Hey, handsome, here by yourself?" a woman in her early 20s tried to flirt with him but all he did was shake his head, once more oblivious to the flirtatious look she gave him. "I'm here with my girlfriend actually." She tries to play his comment off and smiles, "But she isn't around now, is she?" He looks at her confused, did this girl not understand you were literally in the establishment? "She is, she's just talking with her boss." He always referred to Laswell as the boss lady, which Laswell hated. "Whilst, she is busy, you and I can do something~" she tries again. "Oh, well, maybe you can call the waiter? I'm sure my lady would like a drink. He isn't paying attention to me but I'm sure if he sees us both call then he'll come over." The woman rolls her eyes and walks away.

You watch the woman leave him and walk up to her. "Hi, is that guy your boyfriend?" you dumbly ask. She sounded annoyed, "No, he is stuck on his bitch girlfriend." You smile, content and once more you are his one. "That's what I thought, well maybe next time you shouldn't fucking talk to my man when he is clearly stuck up on me, you bitch." He grabs you by the waist and carries you out of the establishment. "My love, do you really want to fight that girl?" You sigh and shake your head, "No but I mean, I just think it's stupid. You clearly told her you are taken, why can't she just move on?" He chuckles and cups your face once he puts you down, "It's clear she wants what only my love has, and you my dear have my devotion, now let's go eat elsewhere, yeah?"

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Gaz:

When you two are in the field and the enemy either hits him or shoots in his direction, you are someone else. R/N is his sweet kind and caring girlfriend. Grim is the soldier who hits back, protects her boyfriend against everyone in that room and is a mean killer. "Don't you fucking dare!" she punches the enemy soldier and then after the poor man is on the floor with a bruised face, he makes him apologise. "You say, 'I'm so sorry, Gaz.' y'hear me?!"

There have been times when he has had to physically stop you from hurting Soap after sparring. Now, you know he can fight, he is after all good at what he does but there are days when you feel extra protective. One scratch and it takes Ghost, Price, some rookie and Gaz to stop you from knocking Soap out. "Fucking let me go! I just wanna talk!" All men hold you down. "Nope, we know what you'll really do"

Soap:

He is a natural flirt, no lie there but all that flirting is to you. So when a recruit is trying to flirt with him, and he seems very uncomfortable, you walk to him, assert that he is taken and then he has to grab you by the hips. "Not, 'ere my lass." He kisses your cheek and you give the girl a clear fake smile. When she walks away, you sit on his lap and caress his face. You aren't the overly jealous type but unfortunately, because he does feel uncomfortable and these girls are desperate to become the barracks bunny, you have to take all these extra measures. He loves that about you, that you make yourself seem like the jealous, obsessive type, even though you aren't just so he can walk comfortably around the base without the women wanting to get touchy with him. "I love you, my R/N, you know that?" He whispers and kisses your neck, and you nod and smile. "I love you too, Johnny."

Price:

The first time he had to physically make it clear to the much younger and desperate women on the base that he is in fact in a happy relationship, he had to kiss you in front of the others. Made it weird for the next meeting but it worked. A time where you were the one protecting him, was during a raid in Latin America. He was bait, he was tied to a tree, and beaten multiple times and unconscious. 30 minutes is the time you all had to take down the enemy base. 5 minutes in you all infiltrated it, Ghost, being your best friend tied all the men up. For 25 minutes, you personally beat and possibly killed the men who hurt your boyfriend. Ghost alone could've found the men who hurt Price but you needed revenge.

Ghost:

It's more than clear that people fear and respect him. However, he in your eyes is the one who at all times must be protected. You would go to hell and back for him and him only. So, when he arrived at the infirmary, all bandaged up, moaning from pain and being treated by the medical staff, you gave them all a speech after he was sleeping. "You all better hear me, this man here will be treated like damn royalty, if he says it still hurts, then you better fucking check the area he is indicating, and no, I will not leave the room. He feels safe with me there and I will stay in that room. And if I find out, one of you bitches is hurting my beloved I will make sure you understand why they call me Grim, got that?" The nurses and two doctors nod in fear.

"Good, now you are excused." You walk back into the room and turn back into his sweet girlfriend. "Hey, love, where were you?" his voice hoarse. "I had to take a wee." you lie and he gives you his usual questioning look. "The loo is over there, my love" he points at the door in the corner. "I just didn't want to wake you up if I flushed it." He nods, "Mmm, yeah, makes sense."

König:

As the tall, feared and at times awkward man König is, you only worried about one thing. That being, you are around him when out with friends in huge social gatherings. Because of the military, he was always looking behind him, checking the room for suspicious people. You always held his hand, massaged it or just had to be next to him. Giving him constant physical touch to remind him you were there. If he was bouncing his leg, you'd place your hand on it, if he became fidgety while out in the pub, you'd hold it and/or kiss it. When he has his mask on, he feels way better, he is less anxious but when without it, he has no other protection from his anxious mind but you. So, instead of verbally threatening people, you stare them down for minutes if needed. This all started when you went out with him to a pub and people kept staring at him, his accent, reddened face and the fact he was maskless all made him more awkward. For his sake, you never picked up fights but you would make a mental note to punch the person if seen again and if they kept doing the same thing. "You know, we can go back home, recharge that social battery of yours and use it next year." You rub his back and look up at him with soft eyes.

"Would that interfere with your plans tonight, Liebling?" He, again, shows respect for your time and plans. "No, not at all, in fact, I kinda need it too, so miene bär, let's go home, yes?" He gives you a small and sincere smile, "Ja, let's go home, Liebe."

Tags: @anonymuslydumb

A/N: No idea what the hell I just wrote, but hope you liked it?

[stayandot8]

Day One

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: idol!Chan x actress!reader, best friends

Important Contents: a continuation of an ask someone made in my inbox. I hope you enjoy it the second time around as much as the first.

WC: 1.1k

Part One l masterlist

Chan: If you’re going to drag me to a promo shoot on my day off, the least you can do is feed me.

Me: Straight through the gray doors and take a right. Snack table should be easy to spot. 

“That’s great, you two!” “Just move your arm closer to her- yes, that’s it!” 

This cameraman was going to drive me bananas. 

My poor co-star had been running late, like the true actor he was. He showed up very apologetic though, so it was hard to be upset when I had nothing else to do that day. So I chatted up the cameraman, which had been my first mistake. He was indeed a very chatty man, talking about nothing but his work and how he had done this huge magazine with idols left and right, how he’d had their phone numbers before they left. I almost scoffed. I had eight of them in my contact list and that was enough for me. They were annoying enough as it was. 

Now, my co-star and I were standing in front of a screen, meant to be in place of a rooftop and so close to kissing, yet not quite. His hands were around me, almost touching my shoulders to hold me close, my dress bunching up with how close he was indeed holding onto me. I thought I might fall over. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed a door open and close and true to his text, Chris idled closer to the snack table until he found something he took. I fought from rolling my eyes. He stayed near the back and watched, staring not at me, but at the man holding me or trying to. His brows were close together in a permanent state of what seemed to be confusion and disgust. His lips were slightly pursed, further my assumption. 

After more flashes of the camera, the man behind it called for a short break to look over some of the shots and change lenses. I scurried over to Chan, who was still watching my co-star, even as I stood right in front of him. I looked back to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wild, but he wasn’t. He was just standing there, talking to his manager. I turned back to Chris and snapped my fingers in front of his face. He broke from his trance and looked me up and down, assessing what to make fun of first. 

“For a 90s show, the wardrobe is surprisingly modern.” 

“This dress actually came from a shop that sells these kinds of clothes, alright? I’m not complaining though. It's the most comfortable costume I’ve had. You remember those bunny costumes from that kids show, don’t you?” We both shuddered at the memory. Chris looked back over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, would you stop? He’s harmless. In fact, I think he has a wonderful boyfriend that you might know actually. I think he’s an idol.” 

“I don’t like how close he was to you.” He crossed his arm in front of him, like he was holding something in. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It was a kissing scene, Chan. Come on, lighten up.”

“Why does he have to have his hands wrapped around you like that? It doesn’t look natural.”

“Oh yeah? How should he do it then?” My eyebrow rose on its own, challenging him. I didn’t think he’d actually do it, not with so many people around. But he stepped closer, brushing his arms underneath mine to guide them around his neck. My hands naturally drove through his hair to find it freshly washed, curling between my fingers. Breathing at all was difficult as he slid those muscled arms around me and for the very first time, I got to see what all of those fans were jealous of. An immediate feeling of comfort washed over me like it never had before. I felt safe when I was so close to him, breathing in his natural smell. It smelled like a memory coming to the surface after being lost for years. His hands on my back were like fire, seeping through my costume and straight to my insides and melting them. I felt every inch of where we were connected. He stepped even further into me, bringing his mouth closer to mine. 

“He should hold you like he’s scared to lose you. Like you are everything that could ever matter to him. He should look into your eyes and see everything he could ever want, standing right in front of him, within his grasp.” The words had a sort of other heaviness to them, like he was carefully weighing them to determine if they were accurate. Like they were the right ones he wanted to say, but sounding almost rehearsed at the same time. He had said these before somewhere. But the rawness was still fresh, honed like a sword. His voice got lower and lower and his mouth got closer and closer to mine, our breath mingling in the centimeters of space between us. I couldn't look at anything other than his lips, how full and soft they would feel on my mouth… my neck… my-

I had to know. So I closed the distance. And it was everything I thought it would be. For the five seconds I had been imagining it. But what I didn’t expect was for him to kiss me back. His hand moved to cradle my face as our lips moved in tandem, like they had been meant for each other all along. Like he’d been practicing for this moment in his own mind, biding his time, waiting for me to come around. 

When he broke us apart, he kept his arms around me, giving me room to breathe. He took a second to reel himself in, panting like he’d just run a marathon. 

“As much as I would like to do that again, and trust me, I would.” I pointedly looked him in the eyes. “I unfortunately have a shoot to get back to. And you have just made it very difficult to focus.” He let his arms fall, a smirk growing. 

“Then I should go so you can focus. Since I’m such a distraction for you.” I gave him a wary look, then shooed him away. “But we’ll talk? Later?” All amusement was now gone from him, hope shining brightly in those eyes.

“Definitely.”  

He nodded, giving me a signature grin and turned on his heel, grabbing an apple from the table of food and leaning his shoulder down to push the door into the hall. 

This is going to be fun. I smiled to myself, seeing my phone light up on the table behind me.

Chan: I’m getting something special for tonight so you’re coming over. 

Chan: I’m calling it our Day One date. :)  

[wordsbymae]

OH MY GOD!!! YESSS TO EVERYTHING!!! THIS IS LITERALLY FATE, AND WE ARE MEANT TO MEET EACH OTHER! Two great minds think alike 🧠 ❤️. A little background for the doctor he’s a family man with a lovely doting wife (she’s 6ft btw) and along w/her daughters that also inherited her tall gene. As a short chubby man he can only do so much to protect the women he cares about, putting them in the safest neighborhood, security is best,etc. Leroy didn’t need to threatened to not go to the police because he would lose something way more valuable to him than his life. Yes very funny! He would be sick get of getting thrown in a car trunk. So he just tells Leroy to come in the clinic when he calls them. I can imagine reader being prop up on the table. legs spread. getting her check up. And she’s naturally embarrassed but Leroy is also standing in front of her taking a good, hard stare at her cooch. Then she tells him to step away, but how does he responds? “What nonsense are you talkin’ about girl? I have been down there plenty of times. How hell do you think you got pregnant in the first place?” At this time she extremely mortified and just starts yelling at him and (might succumb to throwing thing too 🤔) she begs the doctor to do soemthing but he makes a quick glance at Leroy but Leroy is already glaring him “to even think about”. But after awhile he steps away and opts to be by her side holding her hand (he got excited because she initial it first). And now all three are comfortable with each other. Leroy calling the doctor “doc”. But he’s still protective. I can see Leroy being less harsh on him after finding out he’s a family man. When they are in his office, and Leroy sees the kid drawings and pictures of his wife and daughters. They are standing in front of their two story house, with the white fence and gold retriever dog. Green, cut grass, he got everything that he wants w/bunny. Doc can see he’s obviously loves bunny despite his questionable actions, especially when they are having the check ups and Leroy is always asking questions about everything, “what’s a pelvic exam” “what’s that” “what’s this”…. He’s never afraid to ask. Leroy has this confidence and strength that the doc wishes he has, Leroy wished he could be educated and good person. I can see him being quiet during the drive home. Reader will try to ask what’s wrong but he would dismiss her. She would later learn the only way to know what’s bothering him is to seduce him at first. “Leroyyyy. Take me to bed~” hugging her milk filled breasts and prominent belly onto his back tightly….. But him having a southern accent!!!!! Yesss girl!!! Idk why but I love southern accents. It’s just so… 💕. I feel like it would definitely fit his traditional strong and a bit dumb character. I can imagine reader asking for a pillow for her back, and her cuddling with it more than Leroy and he gets jealous. So when the baby comes out, he’s shooting the pillow, but usually someone would be concerned. But bunny finds it endearing, “what a dork” because it just means he loves her, right?

It is so funny to me all the thoughts we've had that line-up!!! It's crazy!!!

I love the background of the doctor! I love that he is the complete opposite of Leroy and that both of them want to be like the other in certain ways. Like you said Leroy wants that picture-perfect life, with the fancy home and white picket fence, whereas the doctor wants to be a bit more confident to be able to stand up for himself. I think they would be kinda friends, and it would sometimes shock the doctor because Leroy and Bunny seem like a lovely couple until he's reminded of how they came to be and what type of man Leroy is.

Leroy is also standing in front of her taking a good, hard stare at her cooch. Then she tells him to step away, but how does he respond? “What nonsense are you talkin’ about girl? I have been down there plenty of times. How hell do you think you got pregnant in the first place?”

I ADORE this!!^^^^^^^^ he is such a straightforward person and doesn't see what he's doing as wrong, to him it just makes sense and if anything she's the one whose acting weird.

Yes! He would so be jealous of the pillow and I think it would be funny if he's talking to his brother to get rid of the other "man" in his wife's life and his brother is showing up to the house ready for murder and it's just a pillow that Leroy is telling him to bury in a shallow grave.

I love your thoughts on him and I love that we have practically co-parented him into existence :)

(Sorry its shorter than usual, this arvo, tonight and tomorrow will be busy and I didn't want to leave you hanging)

Lots of love mae xx

[dawnsociety]

Hi!~ I saw your post about requests being open for SF9 fics! You made the post a while ago, so I checked your profile, and it doesn't seem as though your requests are currently closed, but if they are my apologies! You can just skip this if that's the case. But if they're still open, I have some fic ideas that I would love to see be made into full stories! Here are some ideas I've had, you absolutely do not have to do all of these! Feel free to pick and choose which ones speak to you and go from there! And there's no rush either! I've also added potential smut ideas for each story, but if you're not comfortable writing something like that, that's totally fine! Also, if it isn't too much trouble, could the reader in one of the stories be a trans man? I'm a trans guy and we don't get a lot of x reader fics written about us.

Bodyguard AU Youngbin where the reader is like, the 18th person in line to the throne, and Youngbin is the only bodyguard assigned to them since the royal family does not view them as a priority. However, Youngbin is hopelessly in love with them and views them as his top priority at all times and is actually the best bodyguard the royal family have because of his dedication to the job. The reader returns his affections but is unaware that Youngbin loves them back, thus creating relentless ~yearning~ from the both of them. A confession finally happens when the reader risks their life to save Youngbin despite it being Youngbin's literal actual job to do that for them. The reader will be in the hospital and Youngbin is worried sick and he stays with them 24/7, the poor lad hasn't slept a wink since he got there and when the reader finally wakes up, Youngbin declares his love for them because he would've lived the rest of his life filled with regret if the reader had died and they never got to know. Cue happy ending! Possessive sex would work for this story. But not like, toxic possessiveness?? Nothing yandere-esque. It would be more like, soulmate-y type possessiveness. Youngbin saying he's theirs and the reader saying they're his, constant eye contact, holding hands, cumming together, ya know that sort of thing.

Fashion Model AU Seokwoo where he's one of the most well-known fashion models in the entire world, and the reader has been his personal assistant since the very beginning, even before he had gotten famous. The reader is incredibly short, so there's a comically large height difference between the two of them, so Seokwoo has a lot of nicknames for the reader about how short they are. Nicknames like Cupcake, Shortie, Mouse, Cutie, Bunny, Baby, Honeybee, Puppy, Ladybug, etc. It is REALLY obvious to everyone but the reader that Seokwoo loves them. He's physically affectionate with everyone, but he's especially so with the reader. Clings to them all day long, LOVES picking them up and carrying them around cuz he thinks they're so cute, gets jealous in a very harmless, amusing, goofy sort of way where if he sees anyone attempting to flirt with the reader he runs over to them so fast he trips over his own long ass legs to get to their side as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, people hit on Seokwoo ALL THE TIME, but he does everything in his power to swat away all their advances cuz they mean nothing to him. Anytime it happens, it leaves the reader feeling a little grumpy, but they don't know why cuz when it comes to their own feelings, they're kind of a dummy. But eventually, it clicks for them that they're jealous, and it makes them sad cuz they think they're being selfish for feeling this way so they try to distance themselves from Seokwoo after that and he's HEARTBROKEN cuz he's Mr. ClingyMcClingyPants and the reader won't accept his cuddles anymore, and he wants to know why. Eventually, the reader can't deny those big sad brown eyes of his anymore so they admit that they love him and that they were jealous and Seokwoo is so happy he could fly he straight up GIGGLES like a madman and starts flailing around all giddy and lovestruck and the reader is just like "??? Does this mean you love me too?" And Seokwoo's just like "YES, DUH, OF COURSE, OMG!" I'm thinking wall sex for them cuz of the height difference also, Seokwoo has a HUGE size kink so when he sees how cute and small the reader looks with they're legs wrapped around his waist against the wall looking at him with nothing but adoration in their eyes he goes feral. And his dirty talk is nonstop he NEVER shuts up, he praises them the whole time. Notices the hickey on his collarbone the day afterwards and wears it like a badge of honor lmao. He's determined to have everyone in existence see it meanwhile, the reader is so bashful over it and that just makes Seokwoo SOOO SMUG cuz he's such a cheeky devil lol.

Secret Admirer AU Youngkyun where him and the reader are coworkers at an office, and the reader has a huge crush on them, so they start sending Youngkyun anonymous love letters and Youngkyun adores it so much he gets so giggly and soft over every letter. After he starts getting them he's determined to figure out who in the office is sending them and eventually he pieces it together cuz he notices the reader is the only one in the office with a pen that writes in pink ink and all the letters he's gotten are written in pink and in one letter the secret admirer mentioned that they love his singing voice and the reader is the only one that has caught him singing to himself as he got coffee from the break room. He wants to do something really special for the reader to let them know he likes them too so he invites them over to his place to "work together" but when the reader gets there he presents them with a beautiful origami flower that's made from all the letters the reader has sent him! Sweet, loving sex for these two cuz they're adorable. The next day the reader cleans up his place for him and finishes up some of the work he had to do at the office and Youngkyun is looking at them with so much love that you can practically see the wedding proposal ideas playing out in his head.

Childhood Friends to Lovers AU Inseong where him and the reader have been best friends since they were toddlers and are celebrating his birthday together and all of his other friends are there, but eventually the party ends and everyone leaves except for the reader and Inseong and they're just goofing off, cleaning up the big mess from the party together and at some point they start dancing around together, their bodies getting closer and closer and Inseong thinks about how pretty the reader is up close and the reader is thinking the same, and then they're both even closer and the reader briefly looks at Inseong's lips and Inseong immediately notices so he asks the reader if he could kiss them and the reader says yes and one thing leads to another until they're making love on the couch. The morning after Inseong wakes up by himself on the couch and instantly assumes the worst, his melodramatic self thinking, "true love is a MYTH, everything SUCKS, feelings are for LOSERS, I've just been ABANDONED!" until he actually uses that smarty pants brain of his to notice his surroundings and see that the reader is literally right behind him in the kitchen making him breakfast so he's all like "ACTUALLY, I'VE JUST CHANGED MY MIND, TRUE LOVE IS INDEED REAL AND IT'S STANDING RIGHT BEHIND ME MAKING ME PANCAKES!" Goes over to help the reader, and by help, I mean flex his pancake making skills, and by pancake making skills, I mean he burns them so bad the smoke alarm goes off lmao

- You can call me Merman Anon! 🧜‍♂️💙

Hi! Thank you for sending me a message and trusting me with your ideas :)

Unfortunately, I don't write scenarios anymore but I'm sure you'll find plenty of writers who will use your prompts.

Have a nice day/night, Merman Anon ✨

[dioko]

NOT JUST ANYONE.

izuku midoriya x gn! reader

Word Count -> ~ 1810

Genre -> oneshot, fluff 

Content -> mildly suggestive (spice rating is 1.5/5), drunk reader, swearing, college au! characters, older reader and younger deku | please lemme know if i missed anything!

Summary -> You really did believe a certain Izuku Midoriya had his nose buried in his textbooks 24/7. Your first impression of him had led you to pin him as a downright nerd - boring and young and nowhere near your type. 

a/n -> 1. idk about the cover page i jus thought deku looked cool there and the oneshot title is eh 2. this was in my drafts for a long, LONG time and today i finally got it to the point where i didn't hate it. enjoyy <333

Once, you really did believe a certain Izuku Midoriya had his nose buried in his textbooks 24/7. Your first impression of him had led you to pin him down as a nerd - boring, and young and nowhere near your type. 

Boy, were you wrong.

The first time you’d met him, he’d smiled at you with such bright, green eyes, it was almost impossible not to smile back.

“Hello, l/n y/n, s’nice to finally meet you! I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He'd very obviously sunken his voice an octave lower, and whether that was on purpose or not, it was still cute. Still innocent, still pure. 

Not attractive, whatsoever.

“Yeah,” you'd turned your attention back to your work,“it’s nice to meet you too.”

After that, your ever-so-impatient brother had rushed him into his room, and Midoriya had obliged - not before shooting you one last glance. In hindsight, there might’ve been something just a teeny bit darker that had resided in Midoriya's lively eyes. 

Then, weeks passed. 

Was it just you, or did college students grow really, really fast?

As he left your brother's work room for the millionth time that month, you found yourself noticing how different he looked compared to when you’d first met him. Now, when Izuku waved a (large, my god) hand at you, he looked taller, broader… older. 

“See you," he chirped to his friend, bringing you back to the reality where he was most definitely not older than you. 

Wake up, you're practically a senior citizen, you’d chided yourself, there’s no way he’s mature enough for you. Then, another side of you, presumably the devil that sat on your shoulder, tried to argue. You’re not much older, it said, he’s practically the same age as you.

“Oh wait- there was something I had to ask you, l/n-”

“S’fine, you can call me y/n, ‘Zuku.” you didn’t intend to call him something so intimate, the words just.... absent-mindedly slipped out your mouth. 

Oopsies daisies!

“Oh! I - I can? Um… ah,” you watched, mildly entertained by the way he tripped up his words, all from a nickname, “we’re all going out tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come-”

“Who’s we?” 

“Er- me, and… and your brother! And a few others!”

“Oh?” You couldn’t let yourself smile, not yet. 

“It’ll be fun!” He sputtered, “a lot of um, a lot of… um, drinking?” It sounded more like a question than a persuasive statement. 

You blinked. “Yeah sure, that sound’s good. I didn’t take you for someone who drank.”

“I don’t?”

“Then why are you going?”

“I thought it would be a good way to spend time with y- my friends.”

“Ah, your friends.”

“Yup,” he squeaked.

“Okay then!” You smacked him playfully on his arm - his large, extremely toned, t-shirt-stretching arm - and jolted him out of his fear, “I’ll see you then, ‘Zuku!”

>>

Izuku Midoriya had a surprising number of friends. 

He had, in a gentlemanly fashion, offered to walk with you to the bar (though your brother was there too) and when you stepped in, you were taken aback by the several people at your table. 

Your guts told you to sit beside the angry one - he looked… fun. 

“Who the fuck is this?” The blond talked like you weren’t there.

“Kacchan,” another blond - with a black streak in his hair - chided, “be nice to the pretty birdie!” Was he drunk already?

“Yeah, Kacchan,” you smirked, “respect your elders.”

The first blond just about exploded on the spot. 

“Watch your mouth,” he seethed at you.

“Hot,” you muttered, unaware of evergreen eyes that couldn’t seem to peel themselves off your lips; your soft, pink, kissable lips. 

“What the fuck?” Kacchan flinched back.

“Sorry,” you grinned, “I meant ‘little snot’.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you little sn-”

>>

Four flirtatious advances from three of Izuku’s friends, two hours and 1 mental breakdown later, you were finally ready to go home - everyone was, really - but where was your brother?”

“Deku,” he’d hissed at the greenette, “I’m not going back to the apartment today, can you take-” he gestured towards you, slumped over a pile of food, “- that thing back to the apartment?”

Izuku opened his mouth, about to ask why he couldn’t but immediately shut up again when he realized it was more time he had to spend with you. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Don’t try anything.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” Awkwardly, Izuku scooched his way past Sero and Uraraka, trying to find a place to put his hands so he could lift you off the table. Luckily, he didn’t have to. 

“Ah, ‘Zuku!” You gave him a cheeky grin, “you’re friends are so…” you watched Bakugou, “... cute. Have a drink!” It was almost laughable how quickly you changed from topic to topic. Almost. The only non-laughable part was that Bakugou seemed to be a recurring theme. 

Izuku pursed his lips, “no, you’re drunk. One of us has to be clear-minded enough to take you home.”

“You’re so smart! Good boy,” you ruffled his hair with a sticky hand, and your rapid strokes fell to a halt when you realized how soft his green hair was. “Wow,” you whispered, “I love your hair. Lemme smell it-”

“NO, no. We’re going home.”

“We?” A smirk played on your lips. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you frowned when he didn’t stutter - he didn’t even go red. Izuku’s entire demeanor had changed; there was no nervous little college guy right now trying to talk to you, there was a friend (haha) genuinely trying to get you home safely. “Now c’mon, can you walk?”

You stood up and skipped a few steps. “Yup.”

>>

“So, Izuku,” you didn’t bother to hide the fact that you were (very greedily) squeezing his biceps, “gotta girlfriend?”

“N-no.”

“... a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’, and pulled you onto the wall-side of the sidewalk when a car drove by. 

“Any significant other...ss?” You added the plural, just in case. 

“No,” he smiled slyly at you, “why? Are you interested?”

You’d known him for months, but this was the first time he’d said something so forward, enough to make your cheeks flare so hot they felt cold. 

“No way,” you spoke like it was obvious, and then quickly checked to make sure he didn’t look hurt. “Hey! Why do you look so amused?”

“M’not,” he turned his head, so you couldn’t see the smile. 

“You are. Why?”

“Ah, I can’t say. We’re here,” he punched in the apartment code. “You should get ready for bed.”

There was a small, comfortable pause before drunk-you decided to ignore his advice and speak again. “So, do ya like anyone?”

“I like a lot of people,” Izuku smirked. 

Smirked.

“N-no,” you played with the hem of your sweater, “I meant, do you like-like anyone?”

“Hm,” he thought for a second, “that’s a secret.”

“C’mon ‘Zuku! You can trust me!”

“I know that - gimme your coat,” he set it onto a nearby couch and began to flick on random lights, “I still can’t say it, though.”

“Why not?”

“Y/n,” you froze. He’d called you by your first name before, why did it feel so weird now? 

“Yes?”

“I’m taking you to your bedroom.”

“You… you are?”

“You’ve got to sleep.” 

Oh. Boringggg. 

“I don’t wanna,” you hissed, flopping onto your bed anyways. He took a seat at the foot of it. 

“Do you… do you ever remember anything once you're sober again?”

“Nope!” You knew you should’ve lied, but you didn’t, “m’friends say I don’t remember a single thing the next morning.”

He chuckled a little bit, almost in disbelief at you. “That’s not something you can just tell anyone.”

“I know, but you’re not just ‘anyone’.”

“I feel like I’m talking to a child.”

“I’m older than you.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “it’s kinda hot.”

“What?” Did you mishear? “How do you know what hot means?”

“Y/n! I’m not that young!” He laughed, “sheesh, that hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“Yeah,” he smiled coolly. After all, you weren’t going to remember this conversation. 

“”Why does it hurt?”

“... No reason, don’t worry,” he laughs again, for the third time in a row, but it feels dry to you, and empty, too.

“So who do you like?” You chirped again, completely disregarding his ‘I’m pretty sure I just got brother-zoned’ ideology. 

“I told you, that’s a secret…” then, he bit his lip, “... but you won’t remember anyways, right?”

“Yep!”

“Then... I like you.”

“Who?” You smiled. 

“You.”

“Oh, I like you, too.”

“I like-like you.”

“I like-like you, too.”

“You’re drunk,” he smiled sadly, “sleep.”

“I want fruit.”

“Now? You want me to go get you fruit?”

“Please?”

You inhaled the bucket of raspberries, “anyways, I really do like you. You’re so small and cute.”

“I’m small?”

“No, you’re built like a tank,” you giggled. Sober-you would have called drunk-you an airhead, “I think you’re sexy as hell.”

“Yeah?” 

You leaned closer to him. You were sure he could smell alcohol and sugar on your breath, but you didn’t care. “Yeah.”

“Then can I tell you something else?”

“Sure!”

“Kacchan annoys me so much,” he wiped off the juice that dribbled down your chin with his thumb, and you made the mistake of leaning into his touch, “especially when he flirts with you.”

“When’s he ever flirted with me?”

“Tonight,” Izuku pulled back, and you (embarrassingly) fell forward. “I didn’t like it.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Yes,” he admitted, and quite shamelessly - but only because you weren’t sober. 

“Aw, don’t be jealous,” you cooed at him, and then randomly, “you remind me of bunnies!” 

“That’s cute,” his voice was hoarse, “then, can you promise me something, bunny?”

You flushed hot. “That - that’s not what I meant, I meant you’re my bunny.”

“Sure,” he nodded along.

You shuffled yourself a little closer to him. This wasn’t the Midoriya Izuku you’d come to know, who was he? Why was he so different from the twitchy student who cared so much about his grades?

“What did you want me to promise?” It was a good idea to change the topic, you thought, for his sake, not your own. Definitely. 

“Promise me you won’t let Kacchan get so close to you anymore,” he played with your fingers, “you can do that, right? You... can be a good bunny for me?”

“Mhm,” you couldn't refuse when he put it like that.

“Go to bed now, it’s late.”

“On one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

Izuku paused. His eyes were on your lips, that was for sure, but he showed no sign of moving closer. “M’not gonna do that when you're drunk.”

You frowned. 

“I’ll sit with you ‘till you're asleep. I’m not… touching you, though.”

“Manly,” you murmured.

“Human decency,” he corrected. 

The greenette pulled your covers above your waist and moved to the desk chair in your room, “good night, y/n.”

It was a shame this would all be forgotten, and the two of you would be back to square one by morning.

a/n -> yes the nickname has everything to do with my URL and so what 

[foenixs]

Sex with Monsta X

note: this is a headcanon to what I believe sex with the members of Monsta X would be like, I see most of them as subs and wrote the bullet points according to this theory (again, these are just my two cents on the topic)

if you like my works please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

includes- sub!Monsta X x reader, mentions of different kinks (overstimulation, pet play, pegging, whipping, brat taming, choking, begging, degradation, dacryphilia, teasing, edging, biting), oral

none of the gifs used are mine

Shownu

-very classic, vanilla type (does not need anything more, but he can fuck you any way you crave)

-will be willing to try new things if it makes you happy and has no problems with letting you top or dom him

-likes it when you tell him what to do and then praise him when he’s doing a good job following orders (the perfect service top)

-might seem like he’s not too horny or eager to have sex with you sometimes but that’s just his calm (robot xD) self, you could come up to him at any time and he’d be ready/make some time for you

-will be mostly quiet, but smile when he feels good

-secretly loves when you overstimulate him and will let you know with low groans

-strong suit: thrusts (this man literally re-invented bodyrolls!!)

Wonho

-bunny with a capital B, he’s literally so fluffy and soft, a total sub and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s actually into pet play (will be so happy when you buy him custom bunny ears)

-his body might be huge, but his heart is even bigger, and he’ll prove that in bed

-will do anything and everything for you, the most obedient of them all as he won’t even question your demands (this makes it very hard to punish him, but I mean how could you punish such a pure soul anyway)

-not afraid to moan

-lowkey has separation issues (I wonder why 🙁) so you’re gonna have to reinsure him that he’s yours and you’re his and nothing will change that

-strong suit: devotion (this just sums him up as a person)

Minhyuk

-he screams duality! Is a switch with a sub-leaning

-will be loud (!!), energetic, sometimes even bratty (but always in more of a playful way), but then he’ll suddenly do a 180° and become all cute and obedient

-very rarely gets flustered as he loves skin ship (so so proud of you and your relationship, at least in front of his members)

-not to mention he’s the con-artist of the group and will shamelessly use that to his advantage; if he wants to get punished, he’ll trick you into believing he did something wrong so you teach him a lesson, only for you to find out that that’s what he wanted and he actually hadn’t broken your rules all along (which makes you wanna punish him even more)

-every now and then he’ll get in his switch feels and will want to dom, but he’ll always ask you first and if you don’t like him taking the lead, he’ll drop it again or ask for a compromise (would rather push his own desires down than make you uncomfortable)

-I think he has the least problems with sharing you and he might even suggest having a threesome (wanting to have tried it at least once in his life), he knows you love him and is not one to get jealous easily

-strong suit: energy (would definitely be up for multiple rounds since he doesn’t get tired out easily)

Kihyun

-now this man is a little more complicated…

-I believe that he still has the mindset of men are on top and in control, while women need to be taken care of and he will use that mindset when you two first have sex

-you must be very blunt with him and tell him that that’s not what you are into and suggest that he let you top just once

-he will be very shy when he lets you do your thing for the first time and you’ll have to ease him into submission; will be even more embarrassed when he realizes how much better this new role feels

-will never let anyone know that he is secretly your sub, but over time (as he starts to trust you completely) he will melt in your hands like pudding and bend to your will

-his voice raises an octave while you fuck him and he’ll let out the most inhuman sounds (screeching, screaming, and what not), afterwards he’ll deny ever having made such sounds

-every now and then when he has a really bad day, he will become very bratty, not following any of your demands and he might even curse you out; that’s when the brat tamer inside you will burst through and you’ll whip him so hard he won’t be able to properly sit for days (will apologize for the mean things he said during aftercare and thank you for helping him forget about his day)

-threesomes are an absolute no-go, he hates sharing and would get super scared you’d leave him for someone else/that he’s not good enough for you (complete opposite of Minhyuk)

-strong suit: loyalty (you are his one and only and he doesn’t want or need anyone else)

Hyungwon

-he gives me the weakest sub-vibes out of all the members; doesn’t understand why you want to dom him so badly but if you insist on it, he’d still let you do it

-is very blunt when it comes to his desires and not ashamed to tell you when he wants to have sex

-likes it when you suck him off, but can’t take a lot of teasing/edging (might be unexpectedly turned on by overstimulation if you kept on going after he came and would ask you to do that again the next time)

-has a thing for feeling your hands rest on his chest and neck (not necessarily choking him), especially when you ride him

-loves making out while having sex and having you kiss down his neck and play with his hair, might even suck on your nipples if you let him

-can hold back sounds very well, but he secretly has the prettiest moans

-strong suit: lips (his oral skills are no joke, and he knows it; might play dumb about it just to tease you)

Jooheon

-the. Absolute. Fucking. Cutest. So adorable and so needy

-master at begging (is fluent in aegyo), always gets what he wants

-will cling onto you like a monkey and pout when you don’t have time to please him

-loves it when you tease and edge him, push his legs up to fuck his cute ass, pull on his hair, degrade him, use him, anything! just loves to have sex with you, all the time

-sex will pretty much always be rough and kinky so make sure to give him the best aftercare (CUDDLES!), will always thank you afterwards

-likes to wear your clothes and nothing else

-lives for the duality, like when you push your strap on down his throat while gently stroking his hair and telling him how good of a toy, he is for you

-will whimper so much and so loud; cannot keep quiet (you’ll have to gag him if you don’t want the whole neighbourhood to know that you are fucking your boyfriend, yet again)

-dacryphilia

-strong suit: obedience (will let you do anything to him as long as you do something; the only time he’ll whine and throw a tantrum is when you ignore him for too long)

Changkyun

-might be a major tease on stage but is so shy and quiet in real life

-loves to be roughened up but is not quite as straight forward about it as Jooheon

-lowkey likes when you slap him (whether it be his chest, thighs or maybe even his face)

-loves to get bitten by you and marked up and won’t bother covering them up the next day

-choking him will make him cum in a matter of minutes, sometimes seconds and if you don’t put your hands around his neck, he will literally grab them and do it himself

-is a growler and has the deepest moans (will moan out your title if you have one, if not he’ll just repeat your name)

-a god at eating you out, you practically live on his face (loves it when you pull on his hair while he goes down on you)

-he is a very honest and blunt person as well and he might even sit you down one day to talk about each other’s kinks and make plans for when and how you could try them in the future

-contrary to his on-stage persona, he is very affectionate with you and likes to hold you close to him/be held close to you

-he’s still young so I do believe he has a high sex drive, but he won’t pressure you into it

-strong suit: tongue, nose & fingers (uses the three to his advantage during oral)

masterlist

[tsoomie]

How would Katsuki and Kirishima react if they had an Angel S/O that is such a softy empathic person, has big fluffy wings, a hypnotic singing quirk, healing powers and animals love her? Basically an angelic disney princess

✎ having an angel s/o

꒷꒦ ahh! i’m so sorry it’s taken me a while to get this out 😖 school is taking up most of my time right now so it’s a little hard to keep up with most things rn. eh, but tysm for requesting and i hope ur having a lovely day/night!! <3

꒷꒦ characters: bakugou, kirishima, gn!reader

꒷꒦ warnings: nightmares, trauma, mention of kidnapping

꒷꒦ pub: 4-4-21

# 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 ─

i feel like bakugou wouldn’t make a big deal out of your quirk. sure, he’d get amazed by it and thought it was beautiful, but he was never the type to boast abt his s/o quirk.

even when it was obvious that he’d been staring at something you’d done he’d just scoff and look away with red cheeks when someone mentioned the look in his eye.

it wasn’t until after his kidnapping that he had become enthralled by the aspects of your quirk such as your wings and dulcet voice.

everything abt you calmed him down especially when everything would come back and hit him all at once.

some nights the events of his kidnapping would visit him in his sleep and twist into the worst possible nightmares.

most of them showing you as being in his place bound, beaten, bruised, and exhausted to the point that you seemed almost lifeless.

he could recall the events clearly as he woke up yelling for you as panic swept through his body.

he could practically feel your cold lifeless body in his arms as his chest heaved up and down.

he didn’t begin to calm until he felt the softness of your wings along with your body wrapping around him as you began to whisper comforting words in his ears.

“it’s okay, katsu. i’m right here. look at me, honey.”

with rigged movements he slowly turned to you and tears immediately began rolling from his eyes.

“see, i’m okay. it was just a nightmare.”

he pulled himself into your chest and you laid back taking him with you.

you used your wings to form a cocoon like shape around the two of you.

your heart practically melted as katsuki pushed his face further into your chest and clung onto with shaking hands. you lightly ran your hands through his hair and kissed his forehead.

“ ‘s okay now bunny. go to sleep i’ve got you.”

# 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 ─

unlike bakugou, kirishima isn’t as hesitant when it comes to showing how proud he is of his s/o quirk.

sometimes he will get a little overhyped during training sessions and draw a lot of attention to you which gets a little embarrassing, but you know he means well.

he often runs his fingers through your feathers and causes shivers to run through your body making you coo quietly every now and then.

his favorite thing about you, is the way his gecko absolutely adores you.

i will declare that kiri has a leopard gecko until the day i die.

like just imagine him walking around with the tiny baby cozied up in the spot between his neck and shoulder 🥺🤲🏽

omg so cute, i can’t rn 🥺🥺🥺

ANYWAY

you two could be chilling and immediately the gecko would crawl out of kiris hands and into yours.

you literally melt every single time bc tiny baby is just staring at you with big bright eyes and you can’t help but want to cry every single time

and kiri, omg, it’s his favorite thing in the world to watch his two faves get along so well.

even if he does get a little jealous of both of you sometimes bc he wants attention too >:(

“okay bub, it’s time for you to go back in your home.”

“but eiji we were cuddling” :(((

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Trying to Hold On

Summary: You’re determined to get Natasha back.

Warning: Angst 

Part 2

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It’s lost on you how long you sit on your couch staring at the framed picture of you and Natasha on your coffee table.

Even though you’re aware of all the time you spent with Wanda, you can’t place when exactly it had become too much for Natasha.

After having dated secretly for two years the woman was ready to introduce you to her team despite your anxiety at doing so. Even though they all seemed like great people, your introverted self had no plans to seek out a close friendship with any of them, figuring you’d see them whenever Natasha took you to the compound.

She’s the one who encouraged you to keep talking to Wanda. Apparently the brunette had mentioned how nice you were to your girlfriend and Natasha took that and ran with it, telling you that you and Wanda would be good friends and it wouldn’t hurt to get close with her teammate.

Now she’s more than upset with you because you’re doing what she wanted you to do.

You wipe your tears and sit up.

It’s not right to even remotely blame Natasha. This was all your doing. 

At the time you didn’t give it much thought. It was just you and Wanda hanging out, nine times out of ten you were talking about Natasha. But that doesn’t matter. All that matters now is getting your girlfriend back.

Knowing that she’s still upset and might be for a while you give it a day and a half. It would’ve been two but the emptiness of your bed, and apartment in general, was becoming too much already. Not waking up with Natasha hurt and you’re not willing to let that happen any longer.

You take a much needed shower and caffeinate yourself before leaving out. 

On the way to the compound you stop and buy a bouquet of Natasha’s favorite flowers: peonies.

Luckily for you the gate is open, saves you the possibility of being turned away before you’ve even tried.

Surprisingly, it seems pretty damn empty when you step up into the living quarters of the facility. You aren’t even sure if this is where Natasha is but it’s what you have to start with.

“Uh hello?” You call from the front door.“ Any Avengers present? I’m looking for Natasha.”

Nerves rush through your system when you realize how incredibly stupid this was. They’re the Avengers and you pop up? There is no stopping a vibranium shield or repulsor beam should they see you as a threat. 

“Damnit FRIDAY what did I say about letting fans in.” The familiar voice of Tony Stark greets you and you tense.

The billionaire, while intimidating enough, is very close with Natasha. Everyone is, if they know that you hurt her there’s a chance they’ll kick your ass. 

“Not a fan. Well, I am, but um I’m Natasha’s-” shoulders dropping you realize how untrue that may be,“ I hope I’m still her girlfriend.” 

Tony comes closer, his frown clear,“ oooohh, the girlfriend. Y/N right? Natasha didn’t tell anyone you were coming by.”

So she didn’t say anything.

“Y/N.” Wanda’s voice joins and you quickly look over at her.

“Hey Wan, do you know where Natasha is?” 

“She didn’t stay with you last night?” 

“No, we ended up fighting and she left.” You say dejectedly.

Tony sucks in a breath through clenched teeth,“ explains why she didn’t come back last night.”

Your gaze snaps to him,“ she isn’t here?” 

With a shake of his head he leaves, telling you he hopes things work out before he’s gone. 

Wanda steps closer to you,“ was your fight because of me?”

“No.” You’re quick to say.“ Not at all. It was mainly about me being a shitty girlfriend. I wasn’t spending enough time with her and not thinking at all about how she would feel if I spent so much time with you.”

Your friend offers to cheer you up and brainstorm a plan to apologize but you decline, instead heading back to your empty apartment where you dial Natasha. 

Of course she doesn’t answer, nor does she respond to the text(s) you send. 

In fact it’s silent on her end for the next week. 

You pushed through your worry and heartbreak long enough to get through your work days only to immediately repark your ass on the sofa and try contacting her again. On top of phone calls and texts you’d had a couple dozen flowers sent to the compound, as well as a giant stuffed Bunny.

Tony is probably annoyed with you but you have a bigger fish to fry. 

Today you decide to just go there. It’s been over a week and you two need to talk. Even if she isn’t there you plan to find out where she is.

You two have to figure this out. Even if she doesn’t forgive you, the both of you need closure on what this means.

When you get to the compound this time the gate is closed so you have to buzz in. It’s Tony who let’s you through.

“Kid the big bunny was genius.” Is the first thing he says to you, giving his fingers a chef’s kiss.

“I figured you’d be annoyed with all the stuff I was sending.” 

He waves you off,“ nah, I’ve done way more for Pepper. This barely scratching the surface.”

“Oh, okay. Um, Natasha isn’t here by chance is she?” 

“No she,” his eyebrows raise,“ is right there actually.”

You turn to follow where he’s pointing to see Natasha walking into the compound. Her name isn’t even out of your mouth before she’s shouldering past you.

This isn’t going to be easy, not that you were counting on that.

Smiling gratefully at Tony, you take off after Natasha. The woman moves quick when she wants to.

“I know you’re mad but making me run is just cruel.” You huff, having to jog to keep up with her.

You make a note in your head to get in shape.

“Natasha for fuck sake just listen to me and stop being so goddamn stubborn.” 

She reels on you, effectively stopping you in your tracks,“ I’m just here to pack and bag and go. I didn’t ask you to come here so you can leave.”

“You didn’t ask but you haven’t responded to my calls or texts. You could’ve just told me you were oaky at least. And I’m not leaving because we need to talk, just hear me out. I-”

The woman goes to walk away but you aren’t having it.

Being the idiot that you are, you grab the highly trained assassin by the arm and push her against the wall, only for her to grab your hand, get out of your hold, and slam you into the wall. 

There’s definitely going to be a bruise on your cheek but you don’t care.

“If you want to beat me up fine,” you speak despite your face being smushed into the surface,“ but at least listen to me first.” 

Her grip barely loosens, only enough to let you adjust your face so your words aren’t muffled.

“Natasha sorry obviously isn’t enough but I don’t know how else to express it. I know now how shitty of me it was to seemingly put Wanda before you but that was never the case. You always are and will always be my number one priority, I just, well, you know I don’t have friends, not real ones anyway and you’re my first real relationship, I didn’t know how to handle that at first.” 

Finally she lets you go, moving herself to the other side of the hallway but not leaving. You take a deep breath and turn around to face her.

“Look, I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you to see me spending so much time with Wanda. To my defense you never said anything and you told me you weren’t the jealous type so-”

She interrupts,“ that doesn’t give you the right to flirt with some other girl.”

“No but it doesn’t help my cluelessness either. Besides we never flirted, ever. Mine and Wanda’s relationship never stepped outside of platonic. Tasha half the time we were talking about you. With how much I love you and how much Wanda looks up to you there was barely room for any other topic.”

Her green eyes roll,“ so you two in the kitchen the night I got back. You were laughing at me?”

“Yes.” No point in lying, she’s already mad at you.“ I was missing you like crazy so she came over to keep me company until you got back and gave me the idea to fix you dinner. We started joking about how bad of a cook you are and hadn’t even started the meal before you showed up.” 

When she doesn’t reply, instead watching you, you get a bit hopeful.

Only for her to walk away. Instead of giving up, you follow after her.

“Tasha please, you can be made all you want but don’t throw our relationship away over one stupid mistake I made. You’re the best thing that’s ever-” 

Her sudden halt in movement has you crashing into her firm back. As opposed to her stumbling forward you stumble back. The woman’s practically a wall of muscle, one of the many things you adore about her body.

Whatever she mumbles, you don’t hear it. She steps further into the room and turns to you. The look on her face makes you frown and follow after.

Every bouquet you bought sits in a glass vase covering every surface of her room, and the big bunny you bought sits in the corner of her bed. 

This isn’t how you planned it to look, not by a long shot, but it seems Tony just put all the stuff you’d ordered for her in here. It leaves the room looking like one big romantic gesture.

“Did you do this?” She asks you.

“No. Not really. I mean I bought this stuff but I had nothing to do with this set up, admittedly I should have, it looks much better than it does in my head. Actually I thought you’d been throwing the flowers away but you weren’t here and so-”

Despite still being a little mad at you, the woman can’t fight the bemused smile on her face,“ you’re such a dork.” She chuckles.

You stop your rambling to look at her. Seeing that smile you love so much on her lips makes you smile. With this better mood you try one more time.

Stepping closer, you grab her hands,“ I never meant to make you feel less important than Wanda or like I didn’t care because I do, I care so much, and I love you more than I could ever speak to. My actions hurt you and I’m so so sorry for that but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you just give me a chance. Just one.”

Her silence is unsettling. The hairs on your arms stand up in your nervousness. 

“That’s not necessary.” She shakes her head,“ I shouldn’t have overreacted. You did hurt me and I was jealous of the time you spent with Wanda but I never should’ve even implied you were cheating on me.”

“Wait so you forgive me?”

Natasha can’t help but roll her eyes.“ Yes and I’m also apologizing.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You waste no time in pulling her into your arms.“ Just promise to communicate with me. I genuinely had no idea you felt the way you did.”

The woman hold you close, arms wrapping around you as she buries her face in the crook of your neck,“ I promise.”

“God I missed you.” You speak into her hair.“ I am never letting you go again.” 

******

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[redhawtriot]

Master List✨✨✨

This master-list is a directory (of sorts [look, I tried my best]) of the all of the stories/head canons posted on this page!

SFW=👌

NSFW =💞

Fluff=❤️

Angst=😭

Humor=😂

💞 😂  Endeavor Suga Baby Series: Oneshots and shit posts about being endeavors suga baby lol. (Enji Todoroki x Reader)

Part1 Part2 Part3

👌😂❤️ Crush Journal: How tododeku (separately) would confess to their crushes. a.k.a. Izuku takes notes on how to be the perfect SIMP (Deku x reader Todoroki x Reader)

👌❤️ Bunny: Read this if you have a thing for being called bunny (Todoroki x reader, Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Art and Oreos: How our two top students deal with having a civilian girlfriend (Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Problem Child: After the cute stage every parent has to eventually deal with a shitty teen. BNHA characters as parents (Midoriya, Shinsou, Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima) 

😂 What up my name’s ‘Gerund’ I’m 19 and I never FUCKING learned how to read.  Lord, bless this mess (Kaminari x Reader) 

👌😂❤️ Koala: You don't want your bed to get cold a.k.a. Todoroki with a clingy ass significant other (Todoroki x Reader)

💞 😭 Nobody’s Hero: Ground Zero saves you from being mugged one night and can’t seem to let you go. Warning: slight non/con (Yandere Bakugou x Reader)

😭 Mirror Images: Warning: mentions of still birth. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Missed Call form Blasthole: Your first time being invited to spend the night with your boyfriend (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️ Shinsou Shits: You and your husband, Bakugou, are tasked with babysitting the twin seeds of Satan (Bakugou x Reader ft.Mina x Shinsou)

👌😂 Wanna Win?: Kirishima asks for Bakugou’s help to find the words to tell you that he loves you, but things don’t exactly go according to plan... (Kirishima x Reader ft Kiribaku)

💕😂 Operation Unvirgin:  Bakugou never bothered with girls. He’s got too much shit to deal with; however, he finds himself in a world of cognitive dissonance when he hears that his rival is about to lose “it” before him. hWHAT? That loser is gonna beat him in something?! He thinks that FUCK NOT. (Bakugou x reader)

👌😂❤️ Whose Manz is this?!: You get a box of chocolates and a love note from a little broccoli head boy and let’s just say... it truly does take a village to raise a child. (’Izuku Midoriya being wing-manned by class 1-A’ x Reader)

👌❤️ Grey Area: You are beginning to feel a little jealous over Todoroki, but it shouldn’t matter because you're just friends... right? (Todoroki x Reader ft TodoMomo)

Valentines Weekend: Just random, unrelated short stories, headcanons and drabbles for all your loving needs. (BNHA x reader [Look. there is over 23 “x reader” pairings in this! I cant name each one])

Part 1: type (HCS) (👌😂❤️)

Part 2: food play (💞)

Part 3: Things my boyfriend has said to me (👌❤️😂)

👌😭 Two Birds on a Wire: Hawks unexpectedly finds himself falling for love with a villain during his time as a double agent. How will he handle having to betray the woman he loves? trilogy (Hawks x Reader feat. Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, and minor OCs)

Part 1, 

💞😂❤️ Deprived: They fucked up and you take it upon yourself to teach them a lesson in the coldest way possible: putting your body on lock down. How the hell are they gonna survive? (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Iida x Reader)

👌❤️😂 Curly Hair Headcanons: (HCS) Let’s see how these boys do with a girlfriend who has curly hair... (Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌❤️😂Plant Daddy: Bakugou with a significant other who is obsessed with plants-- fragile, defenseless plants… I am sure nothing will go wrong there. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 1: Shinsou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Shinsou x Reader)

👌😭When Cheated On Part 2: Bakugou finds out that you have been cheating on him. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Tinder Games: You like to play tinder for fun, and it is all fun in games until a certain someone swipes right for you… (Bakugou x Reader, Iida x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Kaminari x Reader, Kirishima x Reader)

👌😂❤️Drunk in Love: New Years Eve Special! Can any of these messes properly handle their liquor? Find out! (Bakugou x Reader, Midoriya x Reader, Yaoyorozu x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Shinsou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Bad Dreams Fluff n Stuff: You wake up from a bad dream crying and Bakugou has to unclog his emotional constipation to support you. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: Christmas with your boyfriend’s family is always a spectacle… (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂❤️Holiday Edition: This is the first time you met Kaminari’s family! You gave him one job to prepare for the event…. One job... smh… (Kaminari x Reader)

👌😂High school: (HCS) Gender neutral Reader is just tryna make it through a school day after Sero smoked them out (ft. Bakugou, Midoriya, Jirou, Iida, Aizawa, Kaminari, and Todoroki)

👌❤️😂 How to Stop Liking a Stoner: Bakugou can’t help but falling in love with your delinquent ass, but that doesn't mean he is gonna fall quietly without a fucking fight. (Bakugou x Reader)

👌😂Tectonic Plates and Platonic Dates: You and Kirishima are platonic buddies that secretly watch romantic comedies together. Everything is chill until your hot-headed twin brother finds out! (Kirishima x Reader ft. Bakugou, Kaminari, and Sero)

👌😂MHA Charecters as Candy: (HCS) What was that? What candy would these MHA characters be!? Wait... oh… You never asked? Oh okay… I guess I’ll just leave this here anyway… *sniff-sniffle*… (Bakugou, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mineta, Monoma, Yaoyorozu, Sero, Shinsou)

👌😭❤️The Same Side of Anything: Dabi is totally a Todoroki in this. Romeo and Juliet did it better probably, but I love the idea of star-crossed lovers. Read this if you’re into mediocre poetic themes.  (Dabi x Reader)

👌😂Crackhead Post: Reader regrets letting the three stooges into their life (ft. Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima)

👌😂 ❤️ Soft Dad Moments: What would prompt some of the MHA dads to buy their children a plushie? Warning: Some of these dads are so sweet that you might need to see a dentist after. (Bakugou x Reader, Kirishima x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader)

💞 😭 Baby Boom: You end up prego after a one night stand and Bakugou learns how to be a decent human being (Bakugou x reader)

Month 1,  Month 2, Month 3, Month 4

Interactive Series (You voted on the outcomes):

💞😭 😂 ❤️Sole Mates: Your every day life as a business woman is rudely interrupted by an explosive hero’s name being painfully imprinted on the sole of your foot, bounding the two of you’s pain, emotions and thoughts. (Bakugou x Reader, past Izuku X Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

💞😭Caught in The Act: You find out that your fiancé cheated on you, your grandmother’s dresser is ruined, Kirishima is a precious gift from god, and… wait, when did Todoroki get so hot? (Bakugou x Reader ft Todoroki, Kirishima and a few minor OC’s)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,  Part 5 Finale

Sequel (just a lil writing experiment. pay no mind if you like the original ending): Part 1

Tsugi No Hero Academia: a Next gen AU me and my crackhead friends conjured up feat. Bakugou’s son as the MC 

[empyreanwritings]

Right in Front of You

Pairing: Detective!Bucky Barnes x Detective!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: mentions of mutilation, murder, canon gore, serial killer shenanigans

Summary: Sometimes the answers to your hardest cases are right in front of your face.

A/N: This is my submission for @barnesrogersvstheworld​ ‘s Halloween writing challenge! I meant to have this up earlier, but I’m constantly paranoid what I write sucks. My legend was The Man with a Hook for a Hand! I literally owe @if-n0t-l8ter-when​ my soul for beta reading this for me and reassuring that this isn’t hot garbage.

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated (:

The flash of evidence's camera blinded you, and you waited for the fuzzy bright spots to leave your vision before you addressed the victim. You couldn't exactly do your best work if you were still trying to get your wits about you.

John Doe looked to be about forty-five to fifty years old - he might have been younger, if he was a smoker. Two teenagers trying to tag the old post office found him by the dumpster. His body had seventeen stab wounds, all to the chest, which was similar to three other murders your department was investigating. But what differed John Doe from the rest was the fact his left hand had been cut off and replaced with a rusted hook.

The hand hadn't been recovered either. Whoever was behind the murders must have kept it as a souvenir.

Your medical examiner concluded the victim must have been killed some time around nine at night based on the amount of blood clotting on his back. She couldn't tell if the stab wounds were what killed him until she did an autopsy, but she had a feeling they were. Your serial killer was consistent with almost everything.

Seventeen stab wounds. Victims always killed at nine and dropped off one block away from where they were originally picked up. They were generally single people with no family in the city. All the small details were consistent.

But the first victim - Vicky Castro - was found in a perfectly clean white dress instead of her work clothes. The second victim - a homeless man who lived in Central Park - had his throat stuffed with unwrapped candy. And the third had a bunny mask nailed into his face.

Now this guy had a hook hand? How did that connect to the others?  

You sighed. You had your work cut out for you.

"The man with a hook for a hand," James, your partner, said as he gestured to the rusty hook.

You gave a small laugh. "Talk about a creepy urban legend."

As the words left your mouth, you froze. Urban legends. You almost slapped yourself for not noticing the connection until this very moment.

"Oh my god, I could kiss you right now!" You grabbed the front of James's jacket, almost letting the temptation to plant one on him take over. He gave you a lazy smile in hopes that you would, but you turned his face back towards the victim instead, "The Hook Man."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"The Woman in White." He looked back at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. "The Candyman. The fuckin' Bunny Man! All of the victims are urban legends!"

James smiled, and he, too, felt the urge to kiss you in this moment. This had been the case that plagued your department for months. Every day that passed, and every new victim that popped up, the people of New York lost their faith in you. The media would have a field day knowing you finally found a connection between all the victims.

Even if it did not seem like a big deal, it was.

"We gotta take this back to the Captain," he said, pulling you right back out of your thoughts.

You nodded. It had already been a long night, and you'd be able to go home knowing there would be a lead waiting for you the next day.

---

Walking into work that morning felt different than usual. The detectives were buzzing with a newfound excitement; they were ready to find another lead and take down the bastard that was giving them so much grief.

You tried to be the rational one in situations like this; the one who refused to get excited until you had a concrete lead, but you couldn't help yourself this time around. You were buzzing just as much as everyone else, if not more. By the end of the day, you wanted the killer in custody with a full confession typed out on your desk. And you were going to make it happen.

James trailed in a few minutes after you, two coffees in his hands. You thanked him as he placed one of them on your desk. He must have known how hard you planned on working today because he didn't start his usual morning small talk. Nothing about his commute or what you had for breakfast - you both dove right into working.

Two other detectives, Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter, were sent out to interview the roommate of your John Doe from the previous night. The medical examiner had spent most of her night trying to get a name from his dental records and sent the results in before you got there. You were a little jealous, since you enjoyed the interview phase, but you tried to shake that feeling off. Captain Fury needed you here to start connecting all the dots.

You pinned the map of the city against one of the white boards and marked the locations where each victim was found. You thought it would help, but it only left you more confused. Nothing about where they were picked up or dropped off related to each other.

The Candy Man and the Woman in White were close to each other. They were found within ten miles of each other, but the other two were farther apart. Practically on opposite ends of the city.

You wanted to scream every time you glanced at the map. Every time you made progress, the bastard seemed to kick you back three spaces. You were almost positive he was somewhere nearby, watching you struggle to connect the dots and laughing at your frustration.

James stood next to you, his body language mimicking yours with his arms crossed over his chest and his brows pulled to the middle of his face. It was wrong of you to be happy that he was as stumped as you. It would have been quicker if one of you could piece together all the clues, but you so badly wanted it to be you. You, selfishly, wanted most of the glory after all the sleep you had lost because of this one person.

"I got nothing," he sighed in defeat. He glanced at the clock and saw it was already seven. "I think it's time to call it quits. Don't stay here too late, okay?"

He patted your shoulder, and you gave him a small smile. James was always a good partner. He spent a lot of his time trying to make sure you ate lunch or dinner and got enough sleep to survive the following day. And he saved your ass more than once because you lacked self-preservation skills. You weren't sure what you would do without him as your partner.

And sometimes you wondered what could spark between you if you didn't always put work first.

"Hey, James?" You called out just before he made it to the door.

"Yeah?"

"Do you wanna get breakfast before work tomorrow? It's on me."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "As if I'd let you pay, sweetheart, but yeah. Breakfast sounds great."

You nodded and waved him off, deciding to argue about who was going to pay tomorrow. It wasn't as if it was an official date, so why would he pay? You shook your head. You didn't need to be thinking about that right now.

You turned your attention back to the map. A frustrated breath left your lips and rubbed at your eyes, hoping it would somehow get you to look at it differently.

"Come on," you whined. "Talk to me! I know you want to!"

You leaned your hands back against James's desk, and you cringed when some of his paperwork fell over the edge with a thud!

Most of the papers were weighed down by a book, so it wasn't a lot to clean up, but as you placed everything back on his desk, you couldn't help but stare at the book. James was a reader, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to have a book or two at his disposal. It was just the cover - a red book with a black star in the middle - that made you stop and stare.

Your eyes flickered from the star on the cover to the markings on the map, and it clicked in your brain why you couldn't make a connection to them - the map wasn't completed. The killer was trying to complete a five-point star, and he still needed to get the top one. And that was why it wasn't obvious to you right away.

James managed to save the day again without even realizing.

You ripped the map down and spread it across your desk. If you could measure all the points, you'd be able to get a general idea of where the killer was going to strike next. Even if he already picked up his last victim and killed them, at least you would know where to start looking for a body.

The idea of being too late didn't sit well with you, but it was a start.

---

James sent you a text the next morning with an address to a diner he wanted to meet you. It was a little out of your way, but you didn't protest. You were ready to share what you found and driving an extra twenty minutes to get breakfast wouldn't kill the excitement you felt. And he claimed it was one of his favorite spots.

The diner wasn't as busy as you expected for a Wednesday morning, and you smiled when you saw James already grabbed a table off to the side for you. He was always prepared in public; he liked being near the windows, facing the main entrance. Before you could even count how many people in an area, he already knew the possible exits and hiding spots for someone to strike. You assumed that sprang from his military background.

"Mornin'," he kissed your cheek and held out the chair for you, which you thanked him for. "I hope you didn't stay at the precinct all night."

"I didn't!" You laughed. "Okay, I almost did, but I got a full eight hours of sleep, so that counts, right?"

"What ever you say, sweetheart."

He slipped his coat off, and you couldn't help yourself form admiring the way his arms strained the white fabric of his button up. You were shameless with your ogling, letting your eyes trail up from his fit waist to his arms, but you fixated on a dark tattoo showing through his sleeve. You never knew he had a tattoo.

"You didn't tell me you were inked up," you pointed to his arm with a smile. "Were you holding out on me?"

He shrugged. "It's something I got while overseas. Just a stupid star."

You hummed and glanced down at the menu. The address of the diner was printed under the name, and you silently wondered why it seemed familiar. You rarely came to this side of the city, so it wasn't as if you had been here before. But, still, something tugged at the back of your mind - begged for you to remember whatever it was you were missing right in front of your face.

James noticed your shift in mood and asked if you were okay. You smiled over at him in reassurance. You made a joke about possibly being more tired than you thought, and he seemed to accept that without another question.

The name of the street was going to bug the hell out of you. You wanted to know why it was so familiar to -

Chills ran down your spine. The blood in veins froze, spreading from your fingertips to the back of your neck. You gripped the menu tightly between your fists as the realization washed over you; it seemed familiar because this street was one block over from where the next point of the star should be.

And this was a place James admitted he liked to visit often.

James. The one who always seemed to give the clues at the perfect time, especially with the Hook Man. James. The one who loved to read folklore and always kept a book in his desk. James. The one with the star tattoo and the star on his book, which you started to wonder if that was more than just a book. Maybe it was a journal. Maybe it held clues as to where that damned hand was.

You cursed yourself for not seeing what was inside, but you wouldn't have expected your partner to be behind it.

"You sure you're okay?" He questioned, his eyes analyzing every inch of your face. He seemed so concerned, and you were thankful you hadn't eaten yet. You probably would have lost it by now.

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

Your hand instinctively went the gun holstered on your hip, and the realization flashed across his face. Fuck. You shouldn't have been obvious with that.

"Bout time you figured it out, sweetheart," he teased. "I was beginning to wonder whether you were a detective or just an average patrol officer."

Your jaw clenched. "Am I supposed to be your fifth victim?"

"Well, you weren't supposed to be," he sighed dramatically and leaned back in his seat. The smile he gave you was so casual and calm, you wanted to wipe it right off his face. "But I'm starting to think you know too much."

[kingsuckjin]

The Enigma of Bunny |Pt.9

Pairing: Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, jin x reader ft. Namjoon and Hobi

Synopsis: You find a very sick young man in an alley and out of the bottomless barrel of kindness that is your heart, you decide take him home. Only then do you realize this stranger doesn’t speak, but that’s not the only strange thing about him by far. Who is he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? And why can’t he remember anything or even speak?

Warnings: stalking? Yandere behavior

Words: 3,556

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"Okay, and?" Yoongi questioned you as you laid in your bed with your phone on speaker beside you. He wasn't much for talking on the phone, however his laziness to walk several steps to your apartment overruled that.

"And Jin asked me out tomorrow!" You ecstatically squealed. "He just texted me right before I called you."

"Then do it."

"I will. But I have this problem with Jimin. I'm not really interested anymore... but he just makes me feel bad." You said and you heard Yoongi laugh on the other end.

"You don't owe him anything, don't let him make you feel bad because you don't want to date him. You're nice, you don't have to be so nice that you date someone out of pity. Just tell him ‘no thanks’." Yoongi said as you heard music on the other end.

"Yeah, but he just lives like right under us and he's persistent and I don't think he wants to settle on just being friends."

"Just keep telling him no thanks until he gets the message." Yoongi muttered. More music played and it sounded like the same beat over and over.

"Are you making music? You sound busy." You realized you had never heard him or seen him do his job before.

"Nah, not really, I've just been stuck on something. It's not a big deal." He replied in that nonchalant way that told you it really was a big deal to him. You learned how he was by now, if he insisted something was fine, it usually meant the opposite.

"Want some help? I could come over and lend an ear. I don't know anything about music, but I don't know, maybe I could be useful?" You had some time until Jimin called at eight so you decided to spend it with Yoongi until then.

"Yeah, come over and I'll order a pizza, maybe eating will help fuel my mind." He agreed.

As you expected, you couldn't really do much to help him. The two of you mostly just ate and talked, but the company was nice.

"So what do you think happened to him?" Yoongi confused you for a moment as you shoved pizza into your mouth, and then you realized who he was talking about.

"He went home back to his life, and his probably super attractive girlfriend, and forgot all about me." You huffed dryly.

"I just think-"

"Here we go" you let out a sigh with an eye roll, but he continued on anyway.

"I just think it's weird, he hasn't called you despite the fact I gave him your number, he hasn't visited or come back like he said he would... and the girl never even reported him missing in the first place. How did he even lose his memory anyway? It all just seems unusual."

You just shrugged.

"Maybe we'll never know exactly what happened." You said dismissively. You hated talking about it, just thinking about it because it brought back feelings you were working so hard to bury.

" Have you thought about finding him in Busan? You have his address, right? You mentioned the police gave it to you… or him, or something like that during the phone call." Yoongi seemed like he had an idea, and you obviously knew what it was but you weren't about to take it that far. You were afraid that if you contacted him or went after him it would only tear that healing wound open again.

"I don't know, I don’t think I can do that. I'll just take him not contacting me as a sign of him letting it go." You knew Jungkook obviously didn't want to see you.

"But he loved you." Yoongi argued "or..." he dragged out the word.

"Or what?"

He shifted in his seat to face more towards you looking glad you asked.

"Listen, I've got a few theories and one is... it's kind of worrisome."

"Okay?" You urged bewildered by his sudden enthusiasm.

"Theory number one: he never lost his memory, it was all fake."

You rolled your eyes and nearly laughed at his theory but he went on with the explanation of the theory, despite you not taking it seriously. "What if he needed a place to go? What if he had run away and left his girlfriend or something and that's why she never reported him missing, because she knew he had left her. What if he stayed gone to make him worry and hide out from her or some shit along those lines, I don't know. Theory two, you ready for this?"

"No, your first one was wild enough."

He ignored your sarcastic answer and continued yet again.

"Okay so theory two: his girlfriend is responsible for all of this. He had to get PTSD from somewhere and some sort of trauma had to cause the memory problem, so what if he was sick and escaped from his abusive girlfriend or got sick escaping from her? When he escaped she didn't bother reporting him missing because she would get in trouble, it was only after a while and when the police contacted her that she told him they were dating or something."

"Orrr” you offered, “he got PTSD from his all the stuff surrounding family's death and quit his job. Being a trainee and it was all too stressful and took off, got sick, and his body just decided enough was enough and collapsed in an alleyway. Do you even know how some companies treat trainees? Maybe his body just couldn't recover from all of that."

"Well at least you've thought about the possibilities, and that does seem plausible." Yoongi admitted.

"Yoongi, That's probably what happened. And I thought you said you were lacking creativity lately, if you ask me, it's just been being put to use in the wrong areas."

"You're probably right." He admitted with a small snort.

"I've been thinking about making some changes lately." You announced and he looked at you clearly intrigued.

"What kind?"

"Getting a car. I had one during university but I had to sell it because I was low on cash, now I have the money for one... and I’m thinking I should move into a nicer place."

"Oh. So no more being neighbors then?" He sounded sad about the possible change. " I mean if you want to better your lifestyle and you have the means to do so, then do it. Just promise I'll be allowed to come over to your swanky new place all the time."

"I won't move that far away, Yoongs. You can be there whenever you want, I don't care."

"If your new boyfriend, Jin, isn't the jealous type." He joked.

"Hey, he's not my boyfriend... yet." You cracked a smile at the last part.

"Give it a week."

"A week? That short of a time huh? Well maybe if he doesn't ditch me again for some prettier girl like he did before..."

"You said he apologized." Yoongi pointed out.

"He did but obviously men are liars." You shrugged

"Hey, when have I ever lied to you, huh?"

"Okay so not all of them are liars, just the lying ones."

He broke out into a fake coughing fit and amongst the coughs was the name "Jungkook."

"Exactly."

"What if he did come back though?" Yoongi threw the question out as if it was a real possibility still.

"Oh stop, it's been almost a month and a half and when he left he said he’d be back ‘soon’, he's never even contacted me. He's not coming back." You replied but part of you still had a sliver of hope even though most of you said to give up. You still kept his drawing of you on your dresser, and his things tucked away in your room, just in case.

Not much time passed between the conversation you had just had with Yoongi and now as your phone began to vibrate in your pocket, you had only gotten to hang out with yoongi for an hour and a half, much to your dismay. You pulled it out with a sigh already knowing who it was.

"I've gotta go Yoongi, it's Jimin." You stood and headed for the door.

"Remember don't let him guilt-"

"I know." You gave him a smile before heading out the door and answering the phone.

"Hey Jimin!"

An excited gasp came from the other end.

"You picked up for me!"

"I told you I would" you gave a little laugh as you headed back into your apartment.

"I really got lucky by getting to hear your pretty voice today." You tried hard not to smile to yourself at his comment.

"That's so sweet of you Jimin but-"

"Does this mean we finally get to spend time together? I'd love if we could hang out again now that everything is settled."

It took you a moment to really question what he had just said.

"Settled?"

"Oh." There was a short pause before he spoke again "I've just seen you coming in and out of the apartment complex and you don't seem too busy or anything anymore and you're always alone so… I just thought you might've been going through something with your… cousin, right?"

"Oh, yeah, no, um that's all fine now." You sputtered out.

"Good, then we can do something together right?" He pressed.

"Jimin, listen." You let out a long sigh. You had to break it to him. "I just want to be friends, I don't know if you were looking for anything more but I just… I'm not looking for dating or a relationship right now" You lied.

"Oh." There was once again silence from his end "well that's okay, friends can still hang out. I just like spending time with you y/n."

"I-I don't know about that either Jimin." You admitted feeling awful about all of this.

"So you don't actually want to be friends at all. You want to be nothing. You hate me." His voice sounded so small and said.

"No Jimin! I don't hate you! I never said-"

"I get it. That's what this phone call was about, you only picked up the phone this time to tell me you wanted nothing to do with me."

"It's not like that… I really… I just… I don't hate you." You were at a loss as to what to say. You didn't mean to upset him, but how could you avoid it?

"No." His voice was barely above a broken whisper "It's fine. I like you, I do it's true…"

There was nothing but slow breathing over the phone for a while, so long that you wondered if he was alright.

"Jimin?" Your voice cut through the quiet.

"I don't feel like this is over." He calmly spoke before the call ended.

You felt terrible for him, you didn't mean to upset him or lie to him, especially when he's never really done anything truly wrong to you.

Jin's date was amazing the next day, you remembered what you liked so much about him back in college, he was funny and sweet and charming and he kept staring into your eyes in a way that made your pulse race.

He was all for your idea of moving, he said he thought it would be a nice change and help you wash your hands clean of your past relationship.

Sure enough Yoongi was right, he asked you to be his girlfriend on the third date within the week.

Of course you were hesitant, you told him you needed to think about it, and he understood seeing as he thought you just got out of a serious relationship almost two months ago. Yoongi talked you into agreeing and honestly you were happy now. Sure you had to avoid Jimin every chance you got, but you really really liked Jin. You liked the way Jin wasn't too serious, how he was very tidy, how he held your face in his hands and baby talked you when he thought you were being cute when you were grumpy. He was good at solving problems in a light hearted way, and he fed you well.

As a matter of fact you decided to get a car to make it more convenient for you to see him. Now you could go meet him at work, or run over to his place late at night after some sexy texting between the two of you. Yoongi liked him too even though he thought his jokes were stupid and cheesy, and often times rolled his eyes in response. Yoongi thought Jin was the perfect cheerful companion to compliment your sweet personality.

Just a month later later you woke up to humming and sunlight coming through your window and the tantalizing smell of food echoing through your apartment like it did every morning when Jin stayed over.

You happily got up and walked into the kitchen to see him in nothing but sweatpants. The muscles moved under his broad shoulders as he moved over the stove.

You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him from behind and lay your head on his back for just a moment.

"Morning." You muttered tiredly.

"Ahh! There she is, my sleepy girl!"

You came around to the side of him and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'm making pancakes." He announced and you thought back to when you had made them for Jungkook's first breakfast and how he had eaten them with his hands, but you quickly shook the suffocating memory from your current mind.

"Mmm." You hummed as you grabbed plates for the both of you, trying to be helpful since he had yet again cooked for you.

"Whipped cream would've been nice along with the fruit Im putting on top, but someone ate it all last night." He accused.

You scoffed and laughed.

"If by someone you mean you and ate it all you mean licked it off my body, then you'd be correct."

"That's exactly what I meant. Now I have to go get more for dessert tonight... if it makes it until then." He stacked the finished pancakes on the plate before taking a step towards you and lifting you on the counter. He planted sloppy, quick kisses all over your face and neck from where he stood between your legs. The feeling made you laugh at how it tickled the little sensitive areas of your neck.

"The food is going to get cold." You whined at him.

"You're a lot tastier than pancakes." You heard the smile in his voice as his kisses on his neck turned long and serious. You wrapped your arms around him giving into his appetite for you.

His hands were already under the oversized t-shirt of his that he had worn here last night. When there was an unexpected knock at your door, he pulled away from you.

"Should I make some breakfast for Yoongi too then?" He joked, stepping away from you so you could hop off the counter.

"Hopefully he'll notice the way I'm dressed and see I'm busy." You replied.

"Or that might make him want to come in even more" Jin teased.

You went to the door and threw it open ready to tell Yoongi off for not texting before showing up so early in the morning, figuring that he probably hadn't even slept yet like the mostly nocturnal night owl he is. But you were surprised to see that wasn't the case at all.

Jimin stood there looking over your half naked body and suddenly you were tugging Jin's shirt down for more coverage. He smirked and gave you a wink.

"Hey."

"Uh, hi." Your eyes shifted around awkwardly to try to pretend you didn't just see the wink.

"So baby, I couldn't help but notice you avoiding me again for almost a month now. Did I do something wrong?" The tone he used was now icy, and accusatory. He seemed far from his normally sweet self, was he actually angry? And what the hell was he doing calling you baby?!

You were stunned.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not mad, not as long as you make some time for me tonig-"

"What the hell? Who the hell do you think you are?" Jin appeared, still shirtless with his brow furrowed in anger "Don't call my girlfriend baby."

"Girlfriend?" Jimin laughed "she's been seeing me for maybe, hmm, around four months now." You stated in confusion as Jimin looked like he had really been doing the math in his head, but how could he when it was a total blatant lie.

You finally snapped as you felt your anger skyrocket through your body.

"What." You let out "No I haven't!"

"We were dating before Jungkook, what do you mean y/n?" Jimin asked you as if you were the one lying, as if you were stupid.

How did he know about you and Jungkook?

"Y/n what's going on?!" Jin now demanded "are you cheating on me?!" His furrowed brows and narrowed, angry eyes were now on you.

"No! No I'm not cheating! He's-he's delusional or something!" You yelled "I haven't been seeing him! Ask Yoongi!"

"Well thats funny considering I know now you've been sleeping with Yoongi and going over to his house from noon to seven." You had never wanted to hit someone more in your life, your teeth clenched and so did your hands into fists at your side.

"That's the time I'm at work! Are you kidding me?! Is this some kind of payback for college?!" Jin yelled at you with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

How was he actually believing this? He had to know you would never, right?

"No, she's not cheating on you, she's cheating on me with you!" Jimin yelled and you slammed the door right on his face to keep you from dragging him into your apartment and strangling him. Jin stomped as took off through the apartment and you tried to chase him down but his long legs took strides much bigger than yours.

"I should've suspected you and Yoongi! You're no different than any of those other girls I use to date, I thought you were smarter than that but apparently you're not who you used to be!" As he yelled he began collecting the things that he had little by little left in your room.

"Jin I swear I never-" you tried to stop him from getting his things, just long enough to talk, but he wasn't having it.

"That's probably what happened to your last boyfriend! He probably found out you cheated on him with numerous-"

At this accusation you snapped once more not even letting him finish the thought.

"Now hold on! First of all, there's no proof that I ever did anything, Jimin couldn't even fake proof! Why would you trust a stranger over me?! Jimin is creepy and weird and-"

"Thats exactly what a cheater would say!"

"You're an idiot!" You growled at him in frustration.

"Well you're a cheater and this is over!" He yelled back and you stood there frozen at his words.

This is over.

And just like that he had taken his things and left.

He left you crumpled into a ball on your living room floor, sobbing into your hands after failing to go after him.

"What the hell was all that noise and why was your door left op- y/n?" Yoongi's voice came through your apartment and you know that he had to see how pathetic you now looked.

"What's wrong?" He you listened to his quick footsteps over to you.

"He left me." You were a sobbing mess, but you simply didn't care.

"He what? Why?!" You listened to the creak of the floorboards as he sat down next to you.

"Jimin- Jimin came over calling me baby and- and once he saw Jin he- he told Jin I was cheating on him with you and- and with him." You tried to get the horrible words out as clear as possible through your hiccups before you started sobbing again.

"Jimin what?!" Yoongi's voice was now enraged and you took your head out of your hands to see him darting to stand up and take off after the culprit. You jumped to your feet too, grabbing him Yoongi by the arm to stop him.

"Don't Yoongi! If you hurt him you'll go to jail or something... and then I won't have anyone." You pleaded. His face softened at your words and you started bawling again.

He wrapped you in his arms and held you.

"I'm so so sorry y/n. They're all fucking idiots." His voice quieted down considerably. "You have to move out of here away from Jimin that psycho bastard."

"Maybe if I- maybe if I text Jin and try to explain..."

"Yeah, see? There you go, it's all going to be alright." Yoongi reassured you as he still held you "I'm sure he'd have to take your word over some stranger's, he can't be that stupid, right?"

That had been your point too. Maybe if he had a day or even a few hours to think about it then it would become obvious to him. You had to hope he would take your word.

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Sarah’s AHS Characters (+Alice and a Ship) as Songs I’m Vibing With

Masterlist

Instead of a collection of songs from one artist these are songs I’m currently vibing with? Here’s the playlist if you wanna listen (warning it fluctuates a lot because it’s just songs a vibe with at the moment). I skipped the songs I used in artist posts.

Billie Dean Howard

“24 / 7/ 365″ by Surfaces

Met, this girl down by the vine Had long tan legs and big brown eyes Seemed the type I would wanna make mine

She said nine to five, I'm killing time But twenty-four-seven, three-six-five I have to be where I feel your sunshine

One to two-step, three-step, four She's everywhere out on the dance floor She's everything you could ever want and more

Picture it. Billie Dean is at some event. She spies a girl who’s mesmerizing, killing it on the dance floor. Realizing this girl is absolutely the person she wants to be with. The line “I have to be where I feel your sunshine”!! Big Billie Dean vibes right there. In the darkness that her job sometimes entails, she’s drawn to the light of her lover. A ray of sunshine if you will.

“Heaven Falls / Fall on Me” by Surfaces

Woke up early in the mornin' Just to feel the light of day Had to open up my window Get the shadows out my way Banana pancakes for my problems Find me jamming old Jack Johnson Swear I heard them angel calls Lay outside

As Heaven falls Heaven falls

If you can’t tell, Surfaces really makes me think of Billie Dean. This goes with my explanation for the other song. Billie’s job gets pretty dark and intense. Although she never completely gets a break from her job (because she can’t just turn off being a medium) she tries to use her time away from filming and darker locations to focus on the lighter aspects of life, savoring all around her and her lover. I have no idea if what I said makes sense though.

Lana Winters

“Let’s Fall in Love for the Night” by FINNEAS

Let's fall in love for the night And forget in the mornin' Play me a song that you like You can bet I'll know every line I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise I know better than to call you mine

This song gives me Lana vibes in the sense that she doesn’t really want to get too attached to people. This also makes me think of how Lana is the type of lover that someone’s conservative/strict family wouldn’t want them with (because of the gay). When you go this route, it’s hard for me not to picture teenage Lana when listening to this.

Fun fact: I have a vague idea for writing a Billie Dean Howard x Reader imagine over this song.

“me & ur ghost” by blackbear

I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost And this cripplin' depression I thought I learned my lesson But, I threw out my phone And I burned all your clothes And now I'm not alone It's just me and your ghost

Now hear me out. Post break up Lana dealing with all of her memories of her ex and then burning all of their shit because Lana is lowkey that bitch. It’s a bit of a stretch, but that’s just my humble opinion on the matter.

Cordelia Goode

“If We Were Vampires” by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

It's not the long, flowing dress that you're in Or the light coming off of your skin The fragile heart you protected for so long Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong It's not your hands searching slow in the dark Or your nails leaving love's watermark It's not the way you talk me off the roof Your questions like directions to the truth

It's knowing that this can't go on forever Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone Or one day you'll be gone

Cordelia knows that one day she will die. There will be another Supreme after her and she can’t live forever. This is her coming to terms with the fact that maybe it’s for the best that she won’t stay around forever. Not being immortal allows her to live in the moment and savor all the time she has.

“PlantedInMyMind.Memo” by Charlie Burg

Saying things I don't believe And your love casts it's shadow on the things I do And I can hear so clearly all the words I'd wish I'd said You're stuck in my head But I only think of you Will we be together soon? I'm thrown on the wayside You're planted in my mind But I don't wanna be ok without you

This makes me think of an angsty Cordelia relationship like post “In Another Lifetime”?!?! Cordelia being stuck on her lover from the past 

Also makes me think of Cordelia x Misty after the events of season 3

Bette and Dot Tattler

“prom dress” by mxmtoon

I can't help the fact I like to be alone It might sound kinda sad, but that's just what I seem to know I tend to handle things usually by myself And I can't ever seem to try and ask for help

I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest Makeup is running down, feelings are all around How did I get here? I need to know

I guess I maybe had a couple expectations Thought I'd get to them, but no I didn't

I’m not going to lie, this is a bit of a stretch.

I’m kind of getting Bette and Dot wishing they could be like everyone else. They just want that normal teen experience?

Sally McKenna

“Teeth” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Call me in the morning to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

The angst! The tension! The passion! SPICY TIMES WITH SALLY

“fuck, i’m lonely” by Lauv, Anne-Marie

I call you one time, two time, three time I can't wait no more Your fingers through my hair, that's on my mind I know it's been a minute since you walked right through that door But I still think about you all the time

Sally just wants love. She’s sick of being lonely and wants to be with the person she loves. Being a ghost sucks and she wants out of that damn hotel.

Dealing with her ex that is still alive while she’s not.

Audrey Tindall

“Prom Queen” by Beach Bunny

Shut up, count your calories I never looked good in mom jeans Wish I, was like you, blue-eyed blondie, perfect body Maybe I should try harder You should lower your expectations I'm no quick-curl barbie I was never cut out for Prom Queen If I get more pretty, do you think he will like me?

Teen Audrey. I will stand by this.

Now I’m thinking about teen Audrey and my heart :(

Ally Mayfair Richards

“I Needed You” by blackbear

When I needed you the most, I needed you I fucking needed you the most, I needed you, the most Now I won't be there to give you what you need Now I won't be there, no

You know this was never really about us And everything was always 'bout you You never knew a thing about trust And I knew everything about you, what's happening Three whole years, they can go by In a blink of an eye, and you won't know it, but What a damn waste of time

You can’t sit there and tell me this doesn’t sound like Ally dealing with Ivy’s betrayal. No. There is no way this song doesn’t give off those vibes. Like sis was dealing with a ton of shit and where was her wife??? Off gallivanting and murdering with a cult because she voted for Jill Stein. 

Wilhemina Venable

“Lovesong (The Way) [feat. Bluets]” by Charlie Burg 

Now you're away with nothing to say My heart aches like never before Filled with desire, you've inspired me to write another verse

I think we're alone now You can tell me it was all just a game Yes, we're alone now But the feeling's slightly changed

But you take your time, my love Don't ever tell me that it just takes time to love As long as I'm writing this song about my love for you Is it too much to ask For a reply? Or a text? Or a way to tell you love me like before

I don’t knooowww. This just makes me think of Mina trying to deal with her feelings and possibly her significant other kind of giving up because they feel like Mina will never reciprocate their feelings. Mina does love them but it’s hard for her to express it.

“Someday” by Peach Tree Rascals

I hate the fact that you Run on mind, all damn day There she goes

Girl won't you wait for me

I settled down, I'm better now I never knew what this life was about Days got too plain, colors got dull All of the roses fell on to the floor I'll pick them up, wipe the dust Need a chance for your love For your love, for your love, ooooh I've been floating between oceans And the darkness in the sky I've been lonesome in this old shed And it's burnin through my mind

Similar to the song above, Mina hates the fact that she’s stuck on this person, but she eventually realizes that she needs this person in her life. This love really out here making her appreciate life and all the good things in it.

Basically Mina is turning into a softie.

Alice Macray

“Mariposa” by Peach Tree Rascals

I can't wait for you To come my way I've been far away But I'll keep runnin' Just to find a way to you til' then

I been running from it Tired of running from it Scared of feeling something now I'm stuck and tryna get up out of this hole

Surface level this song has some good vibes like our baby Alice. Over analyzing level is not as good vibes. This song is kind of like our baby Alice running from her feelings for someone because the thought of such strong feelings is scary for her.

Billie Dean Howard x Audrey Tindall

“Channel Orange in Your Living Room” by Charlie Burg

We met when I was drunk That party didn't actually suck You made fun of how slow I drank

But now I can't stop thinking about you Each moment passes and my thoughts return to you And the memory of us too As we listen to Channel Orange in your living room

Even when you're away That album makes me feel like you stayed To listen now would make me a fool again for you

Without a doubt, I always think of these two when I listen to the song and that’s one of the reasons why I love it so much. I’m just picturing the two of them meeting a party together and Billie taking Audrey back to her place. Then they end up thinking of each other long after the night is over.

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You might like:  Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Hozier Songs or  Sarah Paulson AHS Characters as Rex Orange County Songs

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My wet dream

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2499

Warnings: making out, implied smut (if you’re interested in the smut version let me know) 

Prompt: “Do you wish things were different?”  

A/N: The biggest congrats to @waiting4inspiration on reaching 2k! Thanks for letting us write! This is my first time writing for Dean and it does feel off (to me) but ya know, that’s why we write to learn and grow. Hope you enjoy! 

Masterlist || Supernatural Masterlist 

Ring

Ring

Ring 

The obnoxious ringtone goes off, waking you from your slumber. Fumbling around for your phone, you found it and answered the call, “Yeah?”

“Y/N,” comes the voice on the other side of the line and you’re instantly awake. You remain silent for a moment, waiting to see what he’ll say. 

“You still awake?”

“Screw you. Why you waking me up at,” you pull the phone away to check the time, “3 in the morning?”

You can hear him sigh on the other line, “We need your help.”

“Well that’s something you don’t hear every day,” you chuckle as you get out of bed and make your way towards your closet to grab one of your duffels and more ammunition. 

“Yeah, well, we do,” your friend muttered. 

“Alright, so what are you guys hunting?” 

“We’re pretty sure it’s a succubus.”

“Well then - I think you definitely need my help. Where you guys at?” you ask him as you begin to change your night clothes. 

“Rubensville”

“Wait, Rubensville, Illinois?” you ask as you pull your jeans on. 

“Yea, the very one.”

“Be there in about 3 hours,”. 

“Wait, where are you?”

“Heading to my car,” you tease him as you grab your keys and make your way down the stairs. “See you in a bit Sammy boy. Text me the name of the motel.”

Just after dawn, you pull up to the small town and double check your phone. Sam had, indeed, said they were at the Shepards Inn. Parking the jeep, you find their room number and knock on the door. 

The door opens and you’re looking at one of your oldest friends. Hugging the tall brunette, you let out a soft chuckle and hug him tightly as he hugs you back just as tightly before letting go. 

Making your way into the room, you notice that there’s a body missing. 

“Where’s your brother?”

“Ummm-” Sam says before clearing his throat, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Chuckling, you look over the notes Sam had left on the small table, “Which means he’s either with a bar bunny or he got himself caught by that demon.”

“Or, he got up to go get you some breakfast,” Dean's voice cuts through the room and you look up to see the green-eyed hunter. In his hands are two bags of food that smell delicious and he walks in giving you a bag and a cup of coffee. 

“Pancakes,” he says as you take the bag and you sigh. You HATE pancakes, they’ve never sat right in your stomach for some reason. 

Looking at the bag, you make a face before sighing and sitting down. While you may hate the food, you’re gonna need the fuel if you’re gonna be any help on the hunt. The coffee though, that’s a gift you have no intention of turning down. Rummaging through the bag, you realize that there’s no creamer or sugar. 

No matter, while it’s not your favorite thing to do, you can drink your coffee black.  Before you do, you opened the box of food Dean brought and a smile came to your face.

Biscuits and gravy, extra gravy with sausage and french toast. The only breakfast meal you actually enjoy. Curious, you take a sip of the coffee and smiled, sugar and cream just the way you liked it.

“You remembered?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Of course I remembered, you always ordered the same damn thing at every damn diner we went to.”

“Dean, that was three years ago,” you pointed out. 

“Eat your food.”

Rolling your eyes, you figure it’s best to just shut up and eat. You used to hunt with the Winchester boys a bit more regularly. Regularly enough that a couple of demons and angels had thought you were dating the boys. It had led to a couple of demons trying to kidnap you in order to lure the brothers out. 

You’d managed to get away before the brothers had come charging in but it had almost cost you your life with the amount of blood you’d lost. 

Thankfully, hospitals are required to treat patients that come in and you’d gotten a transfusion and a few days to recover. You don’t remember a whole lot from those days, but you do remember Dean. 

He’d been there each time your eyes opened. You’re pretty sure he was there while you were out of it too. You can remember hearing him even when you couldn’t see him. He’d begged you not to die and he’d threatened a reaper, though you don’t remember actually seeing one. 

It hadn’t been the last hunt you’d gone on with the boys but it was one of them. After that, Sam called you a couple of times and you’d show up to help but Dean was always paranoid and turned it into anger at you and his brother. 

You’d woken once to their arguing. Dean and Sam hadn’t realized just how thin the walls were and they’d argued back and forth. Sam didn’t see the issue with you being there, every time Dean brought something up he’d point out that you were a hunter. You knew the risks and you still did your job. Hell, you’d escaped demons trying to get to them. 

Dean wasn’t having any of it but Sam kept pushing and pushing, in his own way and eventually Dean broke. He was worried that they couldn’t protect you and that you’d be used against them again just like Lisa and Ben had.

After that hunt, you’d made sure to pick up more and more jobs. It made it harder for the boys to ask you to come help them out but you always checked in. Every few days you send them a text and a picture of a very specific flower. 

Thankfully, no one seemed to catch onto it and you’d been able to continue this way for the last couple years. One of them would occasionally call but those conversations were always over too soon.

It didn’t take long to finish your food and when you did, you sat down to help plan the rest of the hunt. A succubus, a damn demon that feeds on the souls of the living through sex. As far as ways to go, it’s not too terrible, everyone ends up with a happy ending but the problem is the soul never rests. 

“So, do  regular excorcisms work on these things?” 

You shake your head, “They should. The problems getting close enough to one to actually perform the exorcism.”

Both look at you like you’ve lost your mind and you sigh, “They’re children are sirens. What do you think they’re capable of?” 

You see Dean let out an involuntary shiver before he shakes it out.

“Sirens become whatever you want, they’re more evolved that way I guess. Meanwhile, Succubus and Incubus become your wet dream. Whatever your type is, whatever you like, they take all those parts and become that so that their prey lusts after it. It’s got some kind of pheromone or something, makes people all hazy and makes them hornier than a cat in heat.”

“And how do you keep from becoming fido?”

“Well considering they’re just demons, we should be good with the tattoos. You two just better hope that she doesn’t recognize any of us or it’s gonna get a bit more difficult.” Sam looks like he’s confused and so you point out, “She’ll turn her powers to some poor schmuck who’ll then be trying to get to her using any means necessary.”

It didn’t take long for the three of you to set up. Dean and Sam were supposed to play bait while you got to play the part of the jealous girlfriend to whichever one she decided to pick up and would then gank the bitch. 

The whole thing was going according to plan, you were waiting in your jeep when Dean came back, a somewhat grumpy look on his face. 

“Struck out then?” you chuckled.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and you just shake your head. 

“Her loss I’m guessing. Now, you go around back and in about 2 minutes I’ll go in and we’ll finish this.”

You watch as Dean gives you a look. shoving him you tell him to get going. He looks like he wants to argue with you but you remind him there’s work to be done. He huffs but goes without much more of a fight. Watching him, you realize there’s something about his walk that seems off. Almost like he’s not sure what his gait is supposed to look like. 

Pulling out your phone, you shoot off a quick text, 

Where you at, right now? 

It only takes moments to respond, Near the kitchen- she seems to like Sammy here. 

Fuck 

You had a succubus and an incubus on your hands. 

Sending Dean another text, you grab one of your knives from under the seat. She’s got a playmate. Need you to gank the you in the back.  

Another me- well that’s just freakin great. So we dealing with a shapeshifter too?

It would be so easy to say yes but he needs to know what he’s up against. Silver won’t work on a demon. Incubus

It wasn’t long before Sam was able to walk the succubus out of the building. Getting her to the Impala was easier than expected and Sam had been able to get her to walk right into a devils trap. 

Before she’d realized she was even trapped, you’d started the incantation and the excorcism went without a hitch. It would seem that the problem here was the incubus. 

“Where’s Dean?” Sam demands of you once the bitch is gone.

“Told him to kill the one in the back. We gotta go,” you reply as you take off running. 

Sams not far behind you when the two of you catch up to Dean and the Incubus. The problem is the Incubus is still showing as Dean and they’re on the floor so you can’t exactly be sure which ones dean and which ones not. 

“Dean!” Sam calls but they both ignore him. 

It occurs to you that there is a way to figure out which one’s which but you’re going to hear it from the hunter later.

“Damn it Y/N! I almost put a knife in you! Do you realize what you did?!”

You’re back in the room and, as expected, Deans pretty pissed off. You knew before you’d ran after them that this was how it was going to end and so you sat there and let him scream and shout. 

Sam gives you a look like he’s sorry and you shake your head. 

Deans mid-rant when you decide to put Sammy out of his misery, “Sammy, do me a favor and give me and your brother a couple minutes.”

“Sammy don’t you dare!”

The taller hunter looks between the two of you before shaking his head and grabbing his jacket heading out, “You two need therapy.”

The door closes behind Sam and you turn to look at Dean, crossing your arms you raise an eyebrow at him in question. 

“Oh don’t you do that.”

“Dean,” you sigh, “Let's be completely honest here, what’s actually going on?”

“You were being reckless!” 

Stepping towards him, you get in his personal space and stab his chest with a pointer finger, “I was not being reckless and you know it! I had the utmost faith in you that you wouldn’t stab me.”

“And what if he’d had a blade?”

“Then I could have gotten hurt Dean,” you acquiesce as you take a step back. He looks like he’s won as his features turn from worried to smug and you shake your head. “It's part of the job Dean. Just like each time you go out there, there’s no guarantee that you’re coming back.”

He remains silent as he looks at you and you wait for an answer. When he doesn’t say anything you scoff, “Dean why do you think I check in with you guys? It’s not for my health. Hell if I go out on a hunt, that’s fine. I know what this life means. I check in because…” you trail off not sure if it’s appropriate to go down that path. 

You could remember exactly when you’d fallen for Dean Winchester. It had been in the middle of a hunt and he’d managed to free the young girl that was tied up to become vamp food. She’d been terrified but Dean had been able to calm her down. It was, normally, something Sam did but you’d seen Dean do it a couple of times. 

This time, though, there was something about the way that he calmed the young girl and the way that the light hit him that 

“I need you…”

“Dean-”

“No Y/N, I need you. I know you’re a perfectly capable hunter. Hell I’ve seen the way that you move but... “ he trails off and there’s a silence between the two of you. 

The silence is filled with a thousand words unsaid. A thousand things all different variations of I love you. Dean had been brave, he’d said it in the only way he knew how and maybe, just maybe you could be brave too.

“Do you wish things were different?” you asked instead. 

“What?” Dean asked but you continued. 

“Because I do. I have wished a thousand times to be able to just do this,” you pulled him towards you and pressed your lips to his. 

You must have taken him by surprise because he didn’t respond for a moment and you thought, perhaps, you had misunderstood the signals between the two of you over the years but then he cupped your face and deepened the kiss. 

His hand went to your waist, slipping under your shirt and you gasped at the feel of his skin on yours. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth. 

Moving your arms around his neck you felt him move forward and the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Moving to kiss your neck and nip at the exposed flesh, Dean laid you down on the bed.

“So why’d that Incubus look like me?” he asked and you could feel him smirking against the shell of your ear. 

Pushing against his chest, you flipped him over and straddled him and smirked at him before leaning forward, “What can I say, green-eyed hunters with brunette hair and leather jackets just happen to be my own wet dream.”

You could hear Deans groan as his hips involuntarily bucked upwards to meet you. Dean's hands came under the back of your shirt and started to lift the fabric. Leaning up you helped him pull the shirt over your head when the sound of someone clearing their throat distracted the both of you. 

“Really guys?”

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Jealous (T’Challa x Reader) *alternate version*

A/N: I bet y’all thinking “Rissi, didn’t you already do a “Jealous” one shot? Girl what the fuck is you doing?” And to answer your thoughts, yes you’re right. I did do one with T’Challa being jealous (btw click here if you haven’t read it or you wanna reread before you read this) Anyways, I got to thinking. What if I wrote an alternate version where the READER gets jealous and how that would go down? Well let’s find out....btw I created my own avenger for this oneshot. Think of Nina as a hero like Black Widow but she’s not Black Widow. Make sure to click the bold word to see how she looks like ;)

************** “Who the hell is that?” You thought angrily. Your blazing eyes narrowed as you glared at that bitch that was holding a conversation with YOUR HUSBAND. She was getting flirtatious and it annoyed you. You were so invested in the scene before you it took the third try for your sister in law to finally get your attention. “Y/N?” You snapped out of it and gave her a fake smile. “Oh hello Shuri! What is the matter?” “I should be asking you that. You seem really upset seeing T’Challa converse with that Avenger. Do you not like Nina?” You didn’t hear her question over the grinding of your teeth. Shuri giggled into her hands. “Oh I get it! You don’t like her because you are jealous!” “I AM NOT JEALOUS OF THAT COLONIZER!” You roared staring at your sister in law with fire in your eyes and turned back to the sight of your husband and the avenger. You weren’t jealous. You just didn’t appreciate this white woman hogging your husband from his other guests and getting too touchy with him. You wanted to smack him for not noticing her advances but you remembered your poor husband is slow sometimes.

You walked up next to your husband and he immediately wrapped his arm around your waist which made you beam in content. You resisted giving her the “Suck it bitch. This is my man” face. “This is my wife, Queen Y/N.” “Oh so it is nice to meet you, my queen!” She took your hand, shaking it vigorously. “Your King is so wonderful. You have a nice taste in men, I see!” “Oh stop it.” T’Challa told her sheepishly and she kept looking him taking a sip of her wine. “King T’Challa, I’m just letting the queen know how lucky she is!” “I’m not lucky, Miss. I am blessed. Now if you would excuse us.” You took your husband’s firm hand leading him away from the woman. Tony Stark needed to speak with him so you let him go but continued to keep an eye on that Nina girl. You didn’t like her and you didn’t know why. “Tonight was fun, wasn’t it, my love?” T’Challa walked in the bedroom, fresh from his shower. On any normal occasion, you would’ve taken that shower with him but for some reason, you didn’t want him anywhere near you. You were beyond irritated with him for some reason, so you said nothing as you were removing your jewelry. “Baby?” “Yes?” You replied sharply. T’Challa came up behind you as you kept staring at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity. “Are you all right?” He questioned skeptically. “Yes I am fine, T’Challa.” He groaned dramatically, falling onto the bed. “Oh Bast, you called me by my real name! You are upset. What did I do?” You wanted to smile at his antics but you couldn’t. “Nothing.” “I thought we agree not to lie to each other.” T’Challa scolded turning you around to face him. “Come on. Tell me. I refuse to go to bed with a woman who’s upset with me because that is dangerous.” You sighed deeply trying to figure out a way to tell him how you feel without it coming out wrong. “I’m just not sure about you going on this mission with the avengers. I don’t trust them, especially that Nina. She just seems so....unprofessional and does not take her job seriously. I don’t trust her around you.” Your eyes widened at the last sentence so you corrected your self. “I don’t trust her around you to have your back in combat. I fear something will happen to you because she isn’t doing her job.” T’Challa seemed to buy it. “I know you are worried about me but I will be fine. I always come out fine. You trusting everyone else does not matter. As long you trust me on that, everything will be fine.” He kisses your forehead and you smiled in response. “Ok, my love. I trust you.” But you still didn’t trust that white bitch Nina and you were still going to watch her ass. “Ehhh T seems like the type to like snow bunnies.” Erik commented as you, him, and Shuri watched the avengers sparring. Of course your husband was paired up with the white girl which made your annoyance rise, along with Erik’s unwarranted commentary. Those two were getting awfully close and you couldn’t stand to watch. You walked away from the scene with the two following behind. Shuri rolled her eyes at her cousin. “Will you shut up? T’Challa has no interest in Nina. Stop trying to annoy Y/N.” “I’m just saying! Niggas back in America, they love white bitches! Some prefer them over black women. Mind you, there’s white women EVERYWHERE over there. Here, there’s none of that! She’s exotic to the men over here.” You hated to admit it but Erik was making sense. You didn’t want to believe he was right but a part of you was believing it. Once you three reached the gardens, Shuri turned to you. “Please don’t listen to him, sister. My brother loves you with all his heart. Now I have to return to the lab.” Shuri pulled you into a goodbye hug and went on her way. You gave her a small smile before she left. “You want my advice?” “No! I do not want your advice!” You snapped, hoping it’ll make Erik and the urge to listen to him go away. Erik held his hands in defense and backed away. “I was just trying to help but what do I know? I’m just a black man just like your husband and share the same blood as your husband so I wouldn’t know shit about how to handle this. Good luck, Y/N.” He began to walk away from you and you were wrestling with what your brain was urging you to do. He was annoying but convincing. What he saying is stupid, right? Unbelievable! It’s dumb! Completely dumb! “Wait!” You found yourself yelling after Erik and he turned around, failing to hide the smug look on his face. You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What do you have in mind?” Erik rubbed his hands together. “Aight so all you gotta do is get ghetto on ‘em.” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Ghetto? I’m not familiar with this term.” Erik smiled wickedly wrapping his arm around you. “Oh you will be.”

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The next day, you tried to push Erik’s lesson in “ghetto” of your head. It was stupid and you were a queen, for bast’s sake! You couldn’t act the way Erik was telling you to act. It was completely preposterous. You were being ridiculous. You just needed to find your husband, spend time with him, and forget your foolish thoughts. When you made it to the training grounds, you didn’t find your husband or the rest of the avengers. You only found Nina on a phone call and you turned on your heel to find your man when your ears perked up at the mention of T’Challa and you hid behind a boulder. “You know I actually wouldn’t mind getting with King T’Challa though. He’s rich and black. That’s the jackpot right there. I wish his wife would just disappear and I would successfully snatch him up. Let’s just see how far I can get with her around.” Your blood got hot overhearing her words. So you were fucking right. This bitch was after your man and tried to make you look crazy. Now it’s time to take Erik’s advice. Get ghetto and whoop her ass. You popped from your hiding space and approached her quickly. She turned to you with a big fake smile on her pasty face. “My queen-“ “Nah! Nah! Save that fake shit, sis!” You shouted clapping your hands like Erik taught you to do. “Who the...uh... fuck do you think I am?! You got me fucked up!” You bent down turning your head with every word. She was stunned at your actions and completely speechless. “Your highness-“ “You got me....FUCKED....UP! BOO BOO! You aint messing with my man....BITCH! Now....” you went to remove your hoops like Erik told you to do but you weren’t wearing hoops so that was dumb as hell. You went to tie your hair in a ponytail but you already had it in a ponytail. Damn, you need to get it together. “Now I’M GONNA FUCK YOU UP, YOU COTTAGE CHEESE BITCH! BEAT THAT PRIVILEGE OUT OF YOUR CRACKER ASS!” You lunged at her tackling her to the ground and landing punches on her face. Oh yeah, you gotta say “bitch” every time you connect. “BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!” No surprise that the avenger managed to roll you over, getting on top and began choking you while banging your head. You two rolled over, kicking and scratching at each other until you felt yourself pulled away from her and she was being pulled away by a Dora. You were so focused on your anger you weren’t paying attention to who was pulling you back. “You ain’t snatching shit up, bitch! He’s my man, hoe!” You shouted as she got escorted to Wakanda prison and you pushed yourself off the person. You turned to see it was your husband. He was shooting daggers at you and you gulped nervously. “Have you lost your mind Y/N?!??!! What were you doing fighting her?!??!” He was pissed. “We were.....training?” You meant to say it as an answer but it came out as a question. T’Challa was still glaring at you so clearly your lie didn’t work. “I can’t even look at you right now.” T’Challa stormed off and you bowed your head in shame. Now that you looked back at it, it was one of the most idiotic things you’ve ever done. You’re a queen, for Bast’s sake! Queens don’t fight, especially out of jealousy. You retired to your chambers, thankful that the only people who witnessed the incident were the Dora’s. It felt like hours had passed before your husband finally made his way in your shared bedroom. You could see that the time apart gave him some time to cool down because he didn’t look angry anymore. He was more calm. You waited for him to speak first. “Why would you fight Nina? Did she insult you? Did she hit you? That is what we have the Dora’s for!” You resisted rolling your eyes and sighed instead. “No and T’Challa, I used to be a War Dog-“ He cut you off. “Yes I know that. I am reminded that multiple times. The key phrase is “used to”. You are no longer one anymore. You are a queen now. So why? Why were you fighting her?” “I overheard her saying she wanted to snatch you up because you were rich and black and I was just annoyed, really. Because she was getting so close to you and I just knew that colonizer whore wanted you. Once I heard her words......” You shrugged your shoulders sighing once again. “I just lost it.” “So.....you were jealous?” T’Challa questioned with some humor in his tone. Your eyes fell on his face and you saw his mouth was twitching in amusement. You cocked your head to the side. “T’Challa Udaku, are you amused by this?” He let a chuckle shaking his head as he took a seat next to you. “I am, just a little. I’m still mad but you being jealous makes me laugh. How are you jealous of Nina?” “She was getting so close to you and she’s a American white woman. Those women are exotic to men of this country. I don’t see why but they are. Erik was telling me he sees black men love white women back in America and prefer them and......I was never jealous of her. I just feared you would fall for her.” You confessed, feeling a weight off your chest and T’Challa placed his hands over yours staring in your eyes. “That is ridiculous, my love. I have no interest in white women. Never did and never will. I love my beautiful Wakandan queen.” He pecked your lips causing you to smile wide and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I was actually surprised you got jealous over me. I should be jealous over you. People keep telling me you are out of my league.” “Are “people” your sister and your cousin?” “For the most part.” You giggles which caused him to break into a little smile. “But other people think it too. Bast has blessed me with you.” You took his face in your hands and kissed him passionately. “Bast has blessed me with you, my handsome king and I would like to show you how thankful I am for my blessing.” You climbed on top of your husband, ready to get it on when he slightly pushed you off. “I really want to, sithandwa sam. But I have a combat meeting with the avengers.....which includes Nina.” You sighed dramatically. “I guess I should go apologize. Even though she deserved it.” T’Challa chuckled, sitting up and placing tender kisses on your neck. “Yes but the sooner it happens, the sooner I get you to myself.” You smirked seductively and exited your chambers holding hands with your husband. As you two walked the corridors, you ran into Erik and your content demeanor dropped. “Aww look at y’all. In love and cupcaking and shit! Hey Y/N! I heard you beat the white privilege out of shorty!” Erik cackled into his fist, jumping up and down in joy. “See? My advice works!” You stared at Erik with so much anger, clenching your fists tightly. T’Challa glanced at your expression and stepped back. “N’Jadaka.....stop talking. You upset her with your advice.” “Upset her??? That was solid advice!” “No it was not! It was stupid!” T’Challa hissed. “Now just apologize before she gives you what she gave Nina.” Erik let out an obnoxious laugh. “Nigga you think I’m scared of your little wife? Nigga, I’m the Golden Jaguar! I ain’t bitch made like the Black Panther! She can run up but she ain’t doing shi-“ He was interrupted from his shit talking by you tackling him to the ground and used one hand to choke him and the other to punch his face. His attempts to get up were unsuccessful. He underestimated your strength greatly. “T...help!” Erik managed to choke out through your attack. T’Challa shook his head, clicking his tongue. “I told you to just apologize, N’Jadaka. But I will help....my wife.” T’Challa went to join in and a few seconds later, Shuri appeared with her mother and they gazed at the scene in shock. Shuri began to giggle in excitement. “Yes! We are finally beating up Erik?!” She wiped a fake tear from her eye. “Dreams really do come true! Ahhh!” “Shuri, get out of there! T’Challa and Y/N, stop it! This is not right!” Ramonda reprimanded as she stood watching her son, her daughter and her daughter in law all attack her poor, annoying nephew. The Dora’s appeared almost immediately. “Queen Mother, shall we break this up?” Okoye questioned as she gestured towards the sight of T’Challa having Erik in a full Nelson on the ground, you delivering blows to his body, and Shuri kicking him in glee. Ramonda sighed shaking her head. “Just give them another 30 seconds....maybe a minute then break it up, please.”

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Be The One Destroyed (RK900!Prompt Request)

TLDR: When your ex makes an unexpected appearance Nines decides to show you what you really mean to him...

Word Count: 4.4k

TW: Fluff to Smut, Language, Mentions of Abuse

A/N: Follower/Reader Appreciation Drabble | Prompt: “Ice King? More like spice king.” - @tropfenlady request! Here we go baby! Thanks for putting in your prompt request! Could it be fluffy/protective Nines? It just might be! 

I'll never see what you wanted, love

RK900′s protocols are state of the art. He analyzes data at utmost accuracy. Sampling DNA at crime scenes are much more proficient than this burning sensation he feels. Deep in his artificial gut a fire spreads. This inferno is agitating. Furthermore it melts a perpetually stoic facade into heated anger. Showing emotions is not part of his repertoire. Deviancy is a means of feeling. He does so. Others do not need to see it for their pleasure however. 

Curiosity is an abomination of this human race. While adept at integration just as his predecessor it hardly means he wishes to “chit-chat” with these fools. 

Does it stop his interest in you? An officer who works quiet but diligent filing piles of paperwork. At first he assumed you were simply another typical leech such as Gavin Reed. Most do not seem to take proper consideration of time management. It would seem they are not actually working as detectives in a precinct. 

Nines’ attitude does not make easy conversation. Yet that did not stop you conversing with him. The first time he imagined you somehow mistook him for Connor despite several glaring clues to the contrary. To say this stern android was taken aback at your genuine interest to converse with him is - frankly undesirable.

Or so he thought – until he spies you one afternoon in presence of another man during a lunch break. Enjoying such at a cafe located several blocks from DPD, Nines similarly found himself in the area following a locally reported incident. He took notice easily through shop window. 

Something stilled him where he would otherwise continue without distraction. Witnessing your downcast exterior, lips drooped and not that insufferable smile he replays to memory. There is an odd atmosphere surrounding your company. Unwanted company from body language and RK900 is equipped with all the latest technologies. Reading humans is part of his programming but you-you are…different. 

The android also does not like another male around you. He sneered, entering shop without a care. Eyes glued to him instantly. A tall imposing figure standing out in white stepping foot in an all human establishment will create a circus for them. He scoffed before deciding to interrupt your ‘date.’ 

You were the one rising from seat. Not giving him a chance to come over but practically hurrying to reach him. 

Nines’ indicator became a glow of amber. Deciphering your actions only seemed to be more difficult. It makes him uncomfortable. Is that the correct word for this strange feeling cast inside his gut? 

“Nines!” You smile automatically washing away whatever anxiety is left in your body. Seeing him spurs life into you, warm and safe. 

“Detective,” he greets curtly. “You are needed back at the station.” 

Blatantly the android lies. He glowers at the back of the man who does not turn around. Merely sitting with hunched shoulders but presumably listening. His death glare snaps away from your unknown companion under a snag of your hand. Fingers dance at the cuff of his sleeve. Warm digits brush atop synthetic skin as you pull him back outside. The event comes to haunt his system. There is something uneasy surrounding you but it is not due to him. 

He casts a look back into cafe. Seemingly aware of the culprit it may not be as he suspected after all. “Is there something you require?”

“Is that how you’re always going to talk to me?” Poking at his chest under that emblazoned RK900, you can’t help grinning up at him. His face holds this permanent resting bitch face. You’d like to kiss it right into submission if you’re being honest. Still, android Darcy is at his finest playing hard to get in genial conversation. 

Nines’ eyes shift down. Fingers catch in his before pulling away and he feels how stiff you freeze. Your eyes float up to his and he gently allows freedom to your soft hand. 

Clearing your throat isn’t cutting it. What was that? Can’t tell if he was annoyed that you poked him or-? 

“You’re not very sociable are you, Nines?” 

The playful tone suggests you are teasing. Perhaps flirting would be an appropriate alternative. A tiny smirk curls lips but he forces them to a line just as quickly. 

“I am programmed for sociability if it is required of me,” he bites back. “Perhaps you would prefer Connor’s demeanor for idle conversation.” Part of his statement is a test to see if you hold interest outside this vexing meeting inside cafe. 

Is that jealousy? Please. Please, let your ice king be jealous. That’d be so good. “Um, don’t get me wrong. I love Connor. He’s just a cute bunny. One that can rip my head off but… So could you. Probably worse. But I prefer your company - Ice King.’ 

Letting it roll off your tongue for the first time leaves no shame. You hope it riles him just a little bit. 

While the android does not show his hand it does exactly what you wish. He believed this is the moment he gives you proper permission to approach him more. While he does not elaborate or confess any strange sensation building up in him, Nines unfortunately does not realize what you need from this cordial relationship. 

  “Perhaps if you paid proper attention none of this would have happened!” Invoking frustrations to the end results of this case leaves Nines in a state of fury. A simple apprehension would have been by the book and most assuredly productive. If it were not for your senseless distractions! 

“Shoot me for having a bad day once in my life!” Shouting back in his face only amplifies stress. You feel it piling on some days. This-this is not helping! 

Why does he have to be the one to say it’s a fuck up? Why can’t someone else do it? Why not Connor for once?! Just let the very android that you’re growing so goddamn attached to be the one to crush you in his bare hands. 

Those hands could do unspeakable things. Oh, how sure you are. Too bad fantasizing at work doesn’t get you past this friendship. Is it even that? Sometimes you wonder why you bother! 

“Suffering what you refer to as a ‘bad day’ is not an excuse!” 

You seize to the spot. Having to listen to this is too much. “You know what Nines!?” 

“Pray do tell!” He snarls. Leaning closer, eyes sweeping over you as if prey ready to be caught on a live hook. 

Something stirs in your stomach that hasn’t taken over in a while. It’s not good. It just makes you feel sick. You shrink back from him. All too aware that your flighty reaction will only make you look worse. 

“Never mind,” you whisper quietly. Anger dissipates too quickly not to cause a swirl in his indicator. He is scanning isn’t he? As if you asked for that or-or him to latch on. 

Is he truly attached? No. You continue to work frustrated with how easy it is to fall. When his attitude is hardly pleasant most times with others around why do you continuously go for the asshole type? Depends which type but-but maybe it isn’t fair to compare. Honestly there is nothing at all to compare. He wouldn’t…

The android snaps straight at your abrupt departure. His gaze glues to you until there is no more hesitation. 

Something drives this advanced android to follow. Unaware of how much this will change things. Perhaps unaware of how much is to change. No. He does know. The RK900 wants you. 

  Slamming locker door only rings in ears causing your pounding headache to worsen. Banging your hand into the metal surface won’t cure it but it will make you feel better. Just beat something in since that was such a great way for that motherfucker to do when he-

A sob chokes. Coming fast along with your slide down to bench you land in a huff. Isn’t it enough that work gets to you sometimes? Added personal drama doesn’t help nerves and insecurities. 

God. You were so over this. Just because that son of a bitch starts popping up again. He blew the city a long time ago while you were still a weak wisp compared to now. You work at the damn DPD. If you wanted to you could punch that bastard in the throat and he wouldn’t be able to take you down. Not like he used to knock you down… 

“Y/N?” 

Your head snaps up. Realizing your current state is on full display to the last person you want to see you fall. What is he doing? Did he need to add more to a list of offenses you perpetrated today? According to him the list must be a mile long. 

“I heard you already, Nines. I don’t want…” 

“I am sorry,” the android interrupts firmly. Can you stop speaking for one minute?! “Is that not what you wanted to hear?”

Wanted to hear because what? He doesn’t mean it? 

You get up. Finding inner strength is easy. “Oh, that’s funny. I thought you actually wanted to come down here and apologize. Not tell me what I want to hear as if I’m some…!” 

Nines’ fingers snag around your wrist. Pulling you slowly to him, he narrows steely ice searching for a true answer now. “Why were you crying?” 

Zero hostility floods his voice. He genuinely wants to know. Why tell anyone? Why not tell anyone? At least tell the android…man…that you’ve fallen in love with. 

“Do you remember the cafe that one day?” 

An unnecessary question, he finds, for a prototype who stores information. However, he nods without adding more words that may upset you further. 

“That man at my table,” you explain disgusted. “Who I didn’t want to sit down? My ex.” 

Ex? As in ex partner. RK900′s lip twitches nearly curling a sneer. 

“Just kind of popped back around. Another reason why I wasn’t exactly focused today.” Where does this bastard get the gall anyway? As if you’re that stupid? Anybody who goes back to that type of situation is just beyond getting out. “I just - want to not have to see that scumbag. After what he…” 

Nines does not have need for an elaboration. Flinching away from him previously offers insight into residual trauma. It would appear this so-called ex laid hands upon you at one time. 

“Y/N,” his voice softens. Uncharacteristically he allows the facade to fall entirely for you. “I would never harm you.”

Tears run freely in a river of personal woes. Problems should be hidden in some capacity while working. Have a bit more self respect for yourself why don’t you? You find a small laugh suits. 

Fingers brushing streaks off your cheek is unexpected but not unwanted. For a haughty one he sure makes your heart thud. 

“OK.” Trusting him is easy because he’s different. Even if he is a smug hardass, Nines is something special. “Ice King.” 

The RK900′s brow creases sharply at such an endearment. He scoffs. How strange and beautiful you are. 

I was the one that you needed, love

Snowflakes never looked prettier dotting his head of rich dark hair. Resembling dollops of whip cream atop steamy cocoa it sure touched your sweet tooth. Craving his lips is nothing new. They do know how to zap breath right out from your lungs. Lately you’ve been really craving him and not just those spicy make outs. 

Maybe it’s time to take this to another level? Dating Nines is definitely a roller coaster, a safe one that won’t derail any moment. Doesn’t mean it’s dull by any stretch. 

Who would’ve thought you’d wind up falling for a chiseled, pompous prince? He meets all those standards and more. 

Grabbing his hand is perfect since he clearly hates PDA. In this frigid atmosphere he does not disentangle. He heats up those systems just a bit. His fingers are warmer now against your chilled digits. Mister advancement likes showing off subtlety. 

“Is this necessary?” he huffs impatiently. 

“Don’t tell me my big, strong android is afraid of a little snow.” Teasing relentlessly produces such a smolder. Nines can ravage you with his eyes alone. They are so beautiful. Silver chimes tinkle goose bumps all over your body. “You’re not going to melt, Nines. Unless you suddenly became the wicked witch of-” 

The android halts you. Sweeping an arm around your waist drags you to him. For this moment he will forget the derision he holds for public display. The more you move your mouth the more Nines wants to devour the curve of lips. 

Breath hitches divinely and his eyes are fire. “Ice King? More like spice king.” 

Leaning up on toes settles you directly against his warmth. His lips melt softer than snow. Into yours, savoring and teasing with teeth as he nips your bottom lip for access. Willingly parting lips for his tongue sends you somewhere distant. 

For being against PDA he certainly is holding snug to you middle of snowfall. Dotting atop your figures, creating a frosty cocoon and this is the warmest you will ever be. 

 “Y/N?!” 

Breaking the kiss prematurely wipes away this cozy moment. Dropping down on level after leaning to exceptionally tall boyfriend attention falls to one witness that inherently makes your blood run cold. You shift towards Nines instinctual and also a means to prevent something happening.  

You already know this is not going to go well. The tension in Nines’ arm is clear beneath your fingers. Still you squeeze in hopes he will not kill someone. 

“It is you.” Your ex laughs a bit before nodding at the android. “Who’s this guy?” 

“Who do you presume I am?” The RK900 detaches from you with a snarl on his breath. 

“Wait, a minute. You’re an android?” Squinting at the LED glowing in the snow your ex couldn’t help laughing. It was particularly gut busting. “Are you fucking kidding? You’re with a goddamn android? Wow. How low can you go? I mean, I always knew you were a hard up, worthless…” 

Before another word drops from his breath Nines has him slammed into the nearest chain link fence. It comes so swift there is no reaction time. 

“Nines!” You move quickly over snow. Trying not to slide on any unsuspecting ice this is just great! 

“I will gladly rip the tongue from your throat!” The android growls ferociously. 

“Let go. Nines, just don’t. It’s not worth it!” Is he even listening? No! He’s not listening! As much as you hate this piece of shit you don’t want anybody to have their limbs ripped out of sockets. There is no doubt Nines could do it effortlessly. “Nines…please!” 

Drawing his gaze to you relinquishes the flood of rage in his system. Stress levels are higher than normal. For you he will do anything and if you do not wish him to pulverize this leech so be it. 

“If I ever see you near Y/N again,” the android twists his collar threateningly. “I will destroy you. Do I make myself clear? You pathetic worm?” 

“Y-yeah! I-I won’t bother Y/N. I won’t!” 

Nines wrenches him clear of fence. Boosting him along makes the human stumble but he continues a speedy exit. “Shall I escort you home now, My Flower?”

You shake your head. He’s not going to say a word about what just happened? “I swear to God, Nines!” 

I was the one when you needed love 

Throwing a coat down doesn’t stop your nerves. Everything’s haywire when things were just fine. Of course it goes south. What else did you expect? 

“You should not have stopped me from squashing that pathetic insect.” 

Just what you want to do is argue, right? Twisting around, you watch him drape long black coat and pull sleeves up forearms. The black sweater is snug definitely warm to look at. Eyeing his arms through material does offer a pleasing sight. 

Let it be known you are attracted to strong forearms. Make that strong everything. Never would’ve guessed while dating that scum years ago. “It wasn’t worth doing. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be a detective? We both are.”

Incessantly stubborn you are for a morsel he desires on his artificial tongue. He says nothing. Moving towards you is all the words he will speak. 

A shiver runs teasingly down spine. Nines’ wolfish gleam makes you weak in the knees. Already he is there sweeping you against his hard body. You have nothing to protest just succumb. 

Lips on lips, hands clawing, pinching; his teeth nibble your earlobe sending a wave straight between legs. 

“I want you,” he hisses into the grind of your hips. “I will show you how precious you are.” 

  “Nines,” a whimper crawls up throat.

He too crawls, slithers cool fingers between your legs. Swiping delicately, his eyes train upon your face. Watching eyelids droop for him in surrender and he pushes your knees apart. 

All that DNA sampling you witnessed him do never prepares you for how smooth his tongue actually is. Running up your slick trembles sweetly through your body. Your hips rock on this wave. Reaching to pull at the hem of your shirt to get it off while your android boyfriend goes down on you so passionately it’s about to get interesting. 

“Oh. Oh! Nines!” 

His head lifts at the frantic grab of his hair. He removes his fingers from their deep stroke. “Do you want me to stop yet, Little Bite?”

“No. I want you to come up here.” Reaching down for him nothing stops his slink up your figure to oblige. He pauses before making any move to kiss. You watch him shift to unbuckle dark jeans and completely shed himself of any remaining garments. Biting your lip is the only thing you can think to do when appraising him. 

Cyberlife designers must be perverts because he’s delicious. 

You laugh when he grabs onto your hips. Cupping his face drags him into you for a sweet kiss. There is still the essence of you inside hot mouth. You moan past his lips, shifting legs to give him access. 

His thick waist welcomes the squeeze of your thighs. Welcoming him in return, wanting his torso between legs for all eternity. You come undone, naturally accepting him sinking up to the hilt in all of his thick glory.

Your head falls back.

The android lies heavily against your heat. Creak of the mattress beneath your supine form a soundtrack stuck in his audio processors. A naturally human aura to find in a bed with you sprawled, naked and unafraid of his android exterior. Instead you plead for him and Nines aims to deliver. 

“Please,” begging him to move is futile. Peering up into his eyes they are silvery wisps, morphing a glacial hideaway for a mere mortal loved by power itself. Swiping hands along his hips you can’t help but tease that modeled perfection. Even his ass is a sculpted wonder. 

Digging fingers there into the flesh finally gets his hips moving. You sigh. Wrapped up in how good he feels shuts thoughts off to the world. 

Those hands are to die for. Clutching in sweeps and drawing you further down to deepen this tantalizing connection. Nines curls fingers beneath your thigh. Forcing your leg up props the limb against his shoulder opening you up further for his pleasurable snap.

Your lips part breathless. The more he fucks into you the more you lose whatever worries plague the heart. This is more than that. This is all you want. 

“N-Nines, please.” 

“I want to hear you say it.” The android groans delectably within your clenching walls.

“I-I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” he hisses, snapping his body. 

A sculpted piece he hovers serene in his shivering euphoria. Experiencing this rush through his system overheats but coolant releases itself automatically to stifle this burn. His advancement allows for many things. 

Tonight he will simply show you what these inane emotions have done to him. They are as real as this deviancy but never more true than you are. 

Protesting any upcoming ideas is farthest from mind. Questioning your android lover might not end well for this night. Depending on how one from an outside perspective views this relationship. They may think so. Not you, never you because an unwell end means the most satisfying, spirit rendering fuck you will ever receive. In your life he makes you like a cloud floating on horizons distant, euphoric in cosmic heavens.

Gladly your body responds as he grips onto your hips. Hoisting up from where you lie on back, your arms drop around his neck. His eyes lock onto yours glimmering. 

“Oh,” you huff against his lips. “God, Nines.” 

He moves with your body attached to his. Carrying you center of bed as his knees sink into mattress under weight of a muscled plastic frame; he is alive, precious to your heart. Bringing you down atop his lap now rests your bodies in a comfortable entanglement. Wrapping legs around adjusts you better onto his hard body. Despite that inner shell his synthetic skin is creamy. 

Caressing him with lips is a dream become reality. Often imagining what he might taste like. Kissing the broad curve of his shoulder doesn’t disappoint. There is something too natural about androids. Honestly it gets things going even more. 

His hips move up into you as he groans sharply into your collar. Such a beautiful sound rumbles deep from that chest you dig nails to. Swirling a thumb to circle the android’s nipple heightens his growl. The sound gets you off better. Knowing he feels everything just as you do. This is beautiful. He is a beautiful being and you rock hips to swallow him whole. 

The android grazes teeth along your flesh. Nibbling at your skin he takes time to flick tongue over each mark he imprints. Causing your moans to heighten, his fingers dig into your hips hard and possessive. 

“Mmm. Yes. Nines, you’re so good to me.”

  Slipping in with you brightens a smile. Tugging at your swollen lips, snuggling into him you do not fear rejection. Where he began cold he warms you every night. You completely come into contact with this muscled android. He allows you just as he allows this peace.

Others might find it strange. Smug Nines with his penchant to turn nose up at most people whether they are android or human. Hardly matters when he has the indifference against the world. With you though? This man is the best lover you ever had. Not just when it comes to his bedroom skills, which are plenty amazing. He is just strength, sheltering and today proved that.

Whisking you off after running into your old ex. Nines barely managed out of that without murdering the asshole. Upset after did no good but this-this is everything.

“Are you well after our session?” 

An uncontrollable giggle slips out. Who calls it that?! Oh, you love him. 

Everything stands still battling these fantasies of the mind. This is reality. Finally being together this way but does he mimic those very words desiring escape? Confessing may ruin it all. Always a story told with you the main character; you twist away to break transparency untold. How it shines so brightly in your eyes. He will read it then. Only thing left is turning a cheek to the one. An android of all beings in the world.

Silence does not bode well for an android as meticulous as Nines. He shifts. Silver sparkles in glacial heat making your entire body fidget. Soft rustling of blankets, sheets do little to hide. 

“I love you, Nines,” professing undoes the world. 

Inside his space you feel mighty. A shield cast of steel not once dented even though you most certainly were before. He comes as a crystal knight riding the palest steed. He is a handsome prince not of sunshine or rainbows no not he; one of pursed lips, naturally harsh brows. Never is he harsh with you. Power that can crush in those wonderful, large hands if he so chose. 

He chooses to grip, caress and fondle you into oblivion. Ecstasy pours from fingers, wine spills from his smooth lips; your heart cannot stand it. 

“I’m sorry if you…” Shuddering breath slips your tongue at cool fingers. Gently kissing skin of cheek, strokes to calm erratic thrums of your heartbeat. Does he realize that will not work? Touch alone arouses wonders in you that never rose to the surface until this. 

He makes you feel wanted. He makes you feel worth. You deserve actual love and protection. Why did it take so long to find? 

The android does not speak. Simply using action to seal an oath as he already did by taking you every which way you desired. Many more ways will come. Many other times he will make stars come alive in the hues of your eyes that capture his human side. Deviancy will be his to share. 

Nines captures soft lips. Hungrily he cages your form pressing beneath his sturdy frame. The tangle of your leg with his sends a delicious shudder in an otherwise unsettled shell. He cracks under sweet pressure of you. 

“Nines,” a number craved mumbles wet.

Vibrating on the android’s tongue flicking against yours does not end this affection. While he pleasured you any way you asked it’s still amazing to feel those edges go soft. Kisses with him can be ravenous but also sweet. This is a mixture of both sides. Two coins clink together in harmony. 

The RK900 does not shun your confessional. He does not detach because it is too late. You are part of his circuitry. Lifeblood of thirium could not power his existence more. Even if he bled every ounce Nines will continue to function…live for you. 

Resting forehead against yours, drawing fingers to dust gorgeous curves, tracing delicate. He will show you that nothing will come to tarnish your beauty again. None will touch you, inflict harm upon you without swift retribution.

“I love you as well,” the android reveals in your shared solitude. “I will always protect you. My Flower.” 

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