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bungalowbear · 3 months

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Subtle Curves

Pairing: stuntman!toji x actress!reader

Warnings: smut (p in v), descriptions of reader being pregnant (round stomach, throwing up), one curse word, MDNI

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is my entry for @ayyy-pee’s Jujutsu Journal Collab. Congrats on 3k, Lexi! And thank you for hosting this creative event! I hope you enjoy!

The bed frame slams against the wall with each of Toji’s powerful thrusts. You’re glad to be renting this condo while you’re filming your latest movie. If you, the star of the film, brought a stuntman, who was also the stunt coordinator, back to your trailer then the entire cast and crew would have no trouble deducing exactly what kind of stunts you two perform behind closed doors.

Currently, Toji has your hips raised in his lap, hands gripping into the flesh of your sides as he drills into you. Your back is raised several inches off the mattress as your chest heaves. Hands gripping the edges of the pillow underneath your head, you cry out his name with tears clinging to your lashes.

“Toji,” you whimper, “s’too much. I-I can’t take it.”

He leans forward and the dark curtain of his hair obscures the top half of his face. The only thing you can see clearly in your delirious haze is the devious grin that pulls at the scar on his lip. “Yes you can. C’mon, baby. One more. For me?”

A calloused hand dips lower, thumb circling your already overstimulated clit. Although every neuron firing in your brain is signaling for retreat, the lower half of your body matches Toji’s thrust.

The coil in your belly gets more and more constricted with each pass of his thick member sliding through your wet walls. Toji’s pace becomes erratic, his thrusts turning choppy and his breath shaky, and you know he is on the verge of his release too.

When the combination of his cock and finger’s stimulation is too much, the coil releases and you gush onto the bed sheets with a scream. Toji chases his peak with more sloppy thrusts. One, two more strong slaps of his skin against yours and he’s emptying himself into your tight heat.

Toji falls forward with a groan. He’s conscious enough to not put all of his weight on you as he breathes heavily against your ear. The skin of your sweat soaked bodies clings together as you come down from your highs.

“Fuck, that was good.” When you don’t answer, Toji pulls away to look down at where you’re slowly succumbing to sleep. He snickers. “Tapping out already? We’re barely going into the third round.”

“Not tonight, Toji.” Your eyes flutter closed. “I’m so…sleepy.”

Toji’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t protest. Not that you’d hear any of it since you’re already knocked out. It’s a bit strange that for the entirety of filming, no matter how long the day was, you were always raring to go into the late hours of the night. Maybe it’s the slump of being in the last weeks of production that’s got you so fatigued.

Shame, Toji thinks to himself, he wanted to get as many orgasms out of you as possible before you go your separate ways. He supposes he’ll have to make up for lost time tomorrow night. Toji shifts you onto your side, cock still nestled warmly between your legs, and drapes the blanket over your bodies to settle in for the night.

Kneeling on the marble floor of the hotel bathroom, you empty your stomach into the toilet for the third time that day. You clutch the curved edges as you lose the last of your lunch.

There’s a knock on the door before your publicist enters. She’s already grabbing your toothbrush and spreading a dollop of minty paste onto the bristles. You rise to your feet and accept her offering. As you brush your teeth she runs one of the hand towels under cold water, wringing it out then dabbing away the perspiration clinging to your forehead.

“This is the last stop on the press tour,” she says. “We’ve cleared your schedule and haven’t taken on any more commitments. After this, you can focus on…”

Her vice trails off, glancing down at your stomach.

Three months ago your clothes started fitting tighter, your stomach a little pudgier. You were constantly tired, but a period of fatigue was normal for you after finishing a film. It wasn’t until after you’d been throwing up quite frequently that you scheduled a doctor’s appointment.

“Congratulations,” the words echo dully in your memory, “you’re pregnant.”

You spit toothpaste into the sink and rinse. Some of your makeup is smudged, which means you’ll have to ask your glam team for a touch up. They’re in the next room, all sworn to secrecy via NDAs, and as much as you adore them you just want to be out of this hotel and back in the comfort of your own home.

You smooth your hands over your stomach. You’re nearing week sixteen, which means, while the morning sickness will soon be a thing of the past, you’re also starting to show. The curve of your belly is subtle, but it’s easily identifiable by anyone who’s really looking. Unfortunately for you there’s always people looking.

Thankfully it’s wintertime and snow comes down in gentle flurries over Tokyo. This gives you an excuse to wear a thick sweater and a larger coat to conceal your changing body.

Your publicist ushers you out of the bathroom, handing you off to your makeup artist to erase any evidence of your condition. In twenty minutes you’re the picture of perfection once again. You say your goodbyes then make your way downstairs where the car is waiting. It takes you to the venue where you meet your co-stars. You’re excited to be reunited nearly five months after wrapping. You all plan for dinner afterwards before being divided into pairs and sent off for interviews.

You shouldn’t be surprised to see Toji at dinner. He lives in Tokyo and became good friends with the male lead, who he was the stunt double for, of course he’d be invited. This should have been a scenario you saw coming. But you didn’t. So now the two of you are sat on opposite ends of the table, trying not to meet the others gaze.

When filming wrapped, you both agreed to stay in touch. It was easy at first. Exchanging flirty texts, maybe a steamy photo or two, but when you found out you were pregnant you had a hard time keeping up pretenses. He was the only man you were intimate with in the time frame of when the baby growing inside you was conceived, making him the father. So you did what any mature adult would do.

You ghosted him.

The right thing to do is to tell him. He has the right to know. And you want to, but there’s one thing holding you back. An intimate detail he divulged a month into sleeping together. He has a son. A son he doesn’t see. He didn’t explain why, and you didn’t pressure him, but you figured since he doesn’t have a relationship with the child he does have that he wasn’t interested in having another.

You aren’t going to force him to be responsible for your child. There are countless single parents out there in the world. Thankfully, you’re in a position where you can support a growing family. It would be a big change, but nothing you can’t handle.

Your gaze meets Toji’s only once during the entire dinner. His unreadable expression makes your spine shudder and you divert your attention back to your plate.

When dinner is over, everyone says their goodbyes and goes their separate ways. You’re not ready to go back to the hotel yet. Feeling like you really need some time alone, you text your publicist that you’ll be out a little longer. There aren’t many people in this part of the city at this time so you’re not worried about being approached by anyone who might recognize you. Starting down the sidewalk, you have a brief thought that you didn’t see Toji exit the restaurant. But a sudden hand over your mouth sends your mind into a panic as you’re dragged into a narrow alley.

You bite down on your captor’s fingers and are released with a growl. An attempt at fleeing is foiled when a large hand grabs your arm, spinning you around and bringing you face to face with…Toji?

“You jerk!” You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge at all. “I was so scared!”

“You’ve got to be more aware of your surroundings,” is all he says.

You huff. “Whatever.”

“So…why’d you ghost me?”

“I…”

You cross your arms over your chest. Turning your body away, you struggle to find the right words.

“I thought we had fun.” Suddenly he’s right behind you, strong chest pressed to your back. You can feel his warmth through your coat. “Was even thinking about going out to see you.”

You tilt your head to look back at him. Your voice is small, tinged with girlish hope. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Toji crowds closer. A finger traces the curve of your cheek. He runs hot even in this freezing weather. It’s a welcome contrast to your cold skin and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” you say.

“You’re pregnant,” He’s stone faced again. “And it’s mine.”

“W-what?” you splutter. Turning so that you’re facing him, your lips part in shock. “How did you know? Who told you?”

“No one told me.” He shrugs. “I remember how tired you were the last couple weeks of shooting. Then you told me how much your were puking before you quit responding to me. Took me a bit to remember the signs, but I figured that’s what it was.”

“Oh.”

“Plus you used the restroom like ten times tonight.”

“It was only four times,” you correct.

“Right,” he agrees flatly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I remember what you told me about your son. I didn’t think you’d want another kid.”

“Ah, well….” He scratches at the top of his head, looking toward the wall of the alley to avoid your eyes. “You know you have options, right?”

“Like abortion?”

“Probably a little late for that.” Toji rolls his eyes. “I meant, like, putting it up for adoption.”

“I thought about that,” you admit, “but I want to keep it.”

Toji’s silent. There’s a tension between you that isn’t reminiscent of what you had when you were on set. That was playful and fiery and free. This is awkward and tepid and tethering.

“You don’t have to be a part of the baby’s life. I won’t make you. But…I really do miss you.” Toji sighs at your admission. You don’t know why you’re willing to let loose all of your thoughts about him from the past five months, but you push on anyway. “And if I’m being honest, it makes me sad to think about never seeing you again. Even if I wasn’t having your baby.”

You don’t want Toji to think you’re being clingy, or worse, pathetic, over a purely physical relationship. Because that’s what you both agreed it was. Tears leak from the corners of your eyes and you try to suppress the lump that threatens to climb up out of your throat, but your body won’t cooperate. Your hormones are in a frenzy and all you know is what you feel. Logic nowhere to be found.

Toji pulls you into his chest when the first sob escapes, embracing you carefully with both arms across your back until you calm down. When your tears subside and your breathing evens out he takes you by the shoulders and puts himself at arms length from you. He bends down so that you’re both at face level.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?”

You dab at your eyes with the sleeve of your coat and nod your head. Then Toji does something unexpected. He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer, tilting your head up just enough for him to connect your lips with his. It’s a brief kiss, but it’s comforting and reassuring. A private moment that silently communicates there’s still more to your story.

Unfortunately, neither of you notice the camera flash at the far end of the alley.

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lunajay33 · 4 months

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I’ll Be There🤎

Summary: After Castiel gets tortured by other angels he shows up at your door, you were always his favorite and someone he could trust so you help clean him up

Pairing: Castiel x f!reader

•Masterlist•

I was sitting at this dinky motel table doing some research on a case with my brothers, Sam and Dean, when there was a knock at the door followed by a groan

I got up placing my hand on my holstered gun and opened the door, there stood Castiel blood running down his nose and his shirt covered in blood either it be his or some other being

“Castiel what happened” I gasp wrapping my arm around his waist leading him carefully inside, I know he’s an angel but he’s still obviously hurting

“Some angels got me, wanted to know information on where the tablet might be, barely got away” he said slumping down the bed Dean was sitting on

“How’d you get away?” Dean asked

“One of them wasn’t as loyal to the cause and gave me a window to escape”

“Come on let me get you cleaned up hun” I smile reassuringly, I lend out my hand which he is quick to take as I lead him to the motel bathroom

“Sorry we couldn’t help, I hate seeing you like this” I say as I wet a cloth then gently dabbing at the dried blood in his nose

“I wouldn’t want you in harms way” after I washed the blood off his wound already seemed to have healed but his shirt was still bloody

“Please be more careful Cas I don’t know what I’d do without you” he stood towering over me

“I’d never leave you and if I did you’d still have Sam and Dean”

“Cas they’re my brothers that’s not how I see you”

“Do we not have a bond?” He asked confused in that endearing way

“Of course we do I just feel different about you” I say as a blush heats my face as I look up at his intense stare

“And how is it you feel?”

“I like you”

“Well I like you as well, all of you are my friends”

“No Castiel…….i really really like you”

“And I really really like you” he smiled, god this was frustrating

I took his hand and lead him back out to Sam and Dean

“We have a bit of an issue, I’m trying to tell Cas here how………..how I have feelings for him but he’s not really grasping it” admitting my feelings about Castiel to my brother is extremely embarrassing but all they do is smile

“Cas you can do that mind reading thing just read her mind and maybe you will understand what she’s talking about” Sam said trying to hide his mischievous smirk

Cas stood infront of me with a determined look as he placed his hands on my shoulders

“Do you consent to this?”

“Ummm sure” my eyes shone bright as my memories and feelings of him flickered through my head, the feeling of my beating heart speeding up when he’d glance at me and smile, or when he’d do anything cute my belly would fill with butterflies, when we first went and got ice cream together and his reaction at the first taste made me feel like joy was all that came when being around him

The light dimmed and we were back in reality, he looked at me with awe as if what I feel for him is crazy

“Your heart beats for me?” He asked tenderly as he covered my heart with his hand

“Always Cas”

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imaginesforeons · 10 months

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The thing with the tongue (Yandere!Geto x Reader)

~You're bored, but Geto is right there. You decide to put him to work~

This is actually inspired from the tv show The Great. There's one scene where Catherine demands that her husband "do the thing with the tongue", so I wanted to write something similar.

CW: Abusive Relationship. Kidnapping. Oral sex. AFAB reader. Face sitting.

Word Count: 1,259

18+ only

Reqs are OPEN! At the top of my page you can see what fandoms I write for, so DM me with your ideas!

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Never, you mused, had you ever been so bored.

To your left you hear the rustling of papers, and look over to see Geto, the man who had kidnapped you six months ago, shuffling through a stack of papers. You were in his office with him, set aside and forgotten on a plush couch like some type of trinket. Your eyes narrowed into a glare, but if he was aware of your gaze, Geto didn’t do anything to show it. He just absently clicked a pen, dabbing the tip on his tongue before signing a paper for who-knew-what.

A couple minutes later, he did the same thing again, stretching out his pink tongue to lick the nub of a pen. Next, he licked his finger, a quick, nimble stripe against the pad of his pointer. Before he went to turn a page, you saw the wetness of his spit gleaming on his skin in the office lights.

You chewed on your lip in a moment of indecision before you sighed, standing and brushing invisible dust off your clothes before walking up to him.

“Hey,” you said, kicking the side of his desk to get his attention.

Geto blinked, and looked up from his stack of papers. “Yes?”

You felt a heat rising to your cheeks, but you plowed forward. “Do the thing with the tongue.”

“Oh?” A cheshire grin spread across his face. “I’m afraid there are lots of ‘things with the tongue’. You’ll have to be more specific, pet.”

You hissed a breath between your teeth. “Get on the couch, lay down, and let me sit on your face,” you snapped. “Then do the thing with the tongue.”

Geto laughed, but that was all he did. You were grateful, though you’d never let him know it. If he had said anything else you’d have probably run from the room, hot from shame, all to hide away until Geto felt like finding you again.

Sex with Geto was a relatively new development. Even though you had been with Geto six months - six months, one week, and five days, to be exact - anything sexual with him hadn’t happened until a few weeks ago, give or take. That wasn’t to say Geto hadn’t tried. He had tried a lot, in fact, since the moment he had stolen you away, with a determination and patience that you would call impressive, if you weren’t the recipient of it. He would trail his hand along the small of your back, give you romantic gifts of flowers and chocolates, or hold you in his lap. At night, when the two of you were in bed - in the same bed, because Geto had never allowed you your own room - he’d offer you massages, or try to press kisses against your lips, your brow, the corners of your eyes.

For a long time, you fought him, hiding or running, but that never worked, at least not for the long-term. It made you so, so tired to always be in fight or flight, and you never knew how lonely it could be without someone by your side. So, finally, you gave in. One night a few weeks ago, you were sprawled across Geto in bed, the man languidly playing with your hair. When he pressed a coaxing kiss against your lips, you pressed back. After that, it was all heat and sensation and Geto.

You cried afterwards. You did it in the bathroom where no one saw, but you’re pretty sure Geto still knew about it. After that, you and Geto had done things together more and more often, but this was the first time you initiated.

As Geto got on the couch, you didn’t bother with any of your clothes but your panties, sliding them down your legs and around your shoes to toss them in some forgotten corner of the room. Climbing on the couch, you straddled his chest, looking into a dark pair of eyes for only a split second before looking away again, scared at the emotion in them.

“Well?” Geto asked, laying down fully and patting his face. “Come use me to your heart’s content.”

You only scooted forward in reply, spreading your legs and already feeling a deep ache in your core. With a sigh, you settled on his face, feeling his breath fan between your legs.

Geto grabbed your thighs, impatience eating at him, and laved his hot tongue across the entirety of your pussy. You squeaked, whimpered, and felt Geto tease at your clit. With a groan you threw your head back, but you could feel him staring at you. Those endless, dark eyes would be looking up at you, a spark of something unnameable deep in their depths, the man beneath you devouring you in more ways than one.

You were wearing a skirt today, and you think it’s perfect for the occasion. Geto liked to dress you. He liked to dress you and feed you and spoil you like a pampered pet, and it drove you close to insanity almost every day. You would fight back, snarling and spitting in his face, only to get that infuriatingly bland smile of his no matter how hard you sought a different reaction. This morning you had been too tired to fight, and you had let him coax you gently into a flowy, knee-length skirt, much to Geto’s delight.

For once, you were actually glad you listened to him as you lifted the skirt and draped it over him, covering the top half of Geto’s face. From between your legs you heard him bark out a laugh, and in response you ground your hips down, shuddering at the sensation. Now you could pretend it was just you in this empty room. You and the exuisiteness lapping at your sex.

Muscled arms looped around your thighs, pulling you forwards and down, his tongue circling around your entrance. You whimpered, then jerked as Geto firmly sucked on your clit, massaging your ass while he did so. Soon the two of you settled into a rhythm, the firm pressure of Geto’s tongue matching the erratic movement of your hips. The room filled with your barely suppressed whines, while beneath you the occasional grunt or groan from Geto was muffled by your skirt.

Geto flicked his tongue against your clit one more time before he delved into your pussy, fucking in and out of it like it was all he had ever dreamed of. His movements were raw, primal, and seemed to grow faster by the second. His hands on you squeezed hard once, as if in warning, before he suddenly forced you onto his face with so much strength you would have lost your balance if his hands had not been so firm.

This made his tongue go impossibly deeper, and when Geto groaned you let out a cry as you felt it vibrate up into you. You wouldn’t last much longer, your hands scrabbling desperately for something to hang onto until you found his hair. Clenching it between your fingers, you mewled as your climax pulsed through you, Geto’s tongue pumping in and out of your pussy at an impossible speed.

Finally, your spasming ceased, as did Geto’s ministrations. You allowed yourself only a few seconds of respite before you were up and off Geto, stubbornly ignoring the wet sheen coating the bottom half of his face.

Geto swiped his thumb over his bottom lip before popping it into his mouth, sucking it clean. When he smiled, he looked a little feral. “Delicious.”

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lookismfanfics · 1 year

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𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬

Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.

Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.

🝮 “Can I come in?”

🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh

🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway

🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.

🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.

🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.

🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles

🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.

🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.

🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.

🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.

🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.

🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.

🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.

🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.

🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.

🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts

🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.

🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.

🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?

🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.

🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”

🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.

🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.

🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank

🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.

🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.

🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.

🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.

🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself

🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”

🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.

🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.

🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.

🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there

🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.

🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.

🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.

🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.

🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.

🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. 🥔

🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)

🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…

🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.

🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.

🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…

🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.

🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.

🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.

🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.

🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth

🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you

🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.

🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.

🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.

🝮 “(Y/N)…”

🝮 The door creaks open.

🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.

🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub

🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣

🝮 You: 😶‍🌫️

🝮 Sally: 😲

🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.

🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”

🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.

🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.

🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.

🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.

🝮 “Feels awesome!”

🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.

🝮 ❗️

🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.

🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil

🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims

🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting

🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.

🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.

🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles

🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless

🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.

🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.

🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”

🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”

🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.

🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”

🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”

🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.

🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.

🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)

🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.

🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.

🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!

🝮 It’s killing the mood…

🝮 And it’s making him blush.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.

🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.

🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”

🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.

🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.

🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.

🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”

🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.

🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.

🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.

🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing. You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.

🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.

🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.

🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.

🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.

🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”

🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.

🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.

🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.

🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.

🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.

𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.

🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.

🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.

🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.

🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.

🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.

🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.

🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.

🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.

🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.

🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.

🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.

🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.

🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.

🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”

🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.

🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.

🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”

🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys

🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.

🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.

🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.

🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”

🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.

🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.

🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).

🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.

🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”

🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”

🝮 “Forever.”

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝

🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…

🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.

🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.

🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.

🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…

🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔

🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze

🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.

🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”

🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”

🝮 Ugh… oh well

🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor

🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.

🝮 Rizz 🕺

🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”

🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head

🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.

🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb

🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).

🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.

🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.

🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.

🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.

🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.

🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.

🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.

🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask

🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”

🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.

🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.

🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.

🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.

🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.

🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room

🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around? Did he want friendship? An alliance? Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.

🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?

🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.

🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.

🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.

🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.

🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.

🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.

🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”

🝮 It’s a serious question.

🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.

🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.

🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks

🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”

🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”

🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.

🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”

🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.

🝮 James has never called you by your first name.

I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥

🝮 It smells expensive.

🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.

🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.

🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.

🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.

🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.

🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.

🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.

🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”

🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.

🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”

🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.

🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.

🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long

🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄

🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.

🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.

🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension

🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—

🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him

Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^

#Lookism #Lookism x Reader #Lookism x female reader #lookism x male reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x gn reader #Warren Chae #Warren Chae x reader #Eli Jang #Olly Wang x reader #Vasco x reader #Euntae Lee x reader #James Lee x Reader #DG x reader #dg lookism #Samuel Seo x reader #Big Deal lookism #Jerry Kwon x Reader #Brad Lee x reader

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strangelysamantha · 2 years

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scars ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: abuse, bruises, the nickname baby is used, talk of sadness and depression and not being happy with life.

words: 1,088.

summary: jj comes to you after a blow out with his father. you clean his bruises as well as clean his awful mindset he has on life.

request? no.

a/n: hi. i’m back from the dead hello. i got a lot of stories planned.

my masterlist

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you hear light taps from your window. you lift from your bed to crack it open. you weren’t expecting to see jj today. he climbs in and immediately settles onto your bed. he flops down dramatically and you can’t help but giggle from the theatrics. “hi jj” you coo softly. “hi baby” his response is quiet. your room is lit by a small lamp, you can’t even make out jjs features so you close the window, and intend to turn the light on. jj grabs your arm however, and you halt.

“can you just lay with me for a second?” his tone tings at your heart and you can tell something is wrong. “yea, of course jj. anything.” you hop into the bed, and immediately cradle at his side. he’s laying on his back. “do you want me to sit on top, or do you want to spoon?” you question. he hesitated. “you can cuddle me however you’d like baby. i’ll enjoy it all the same.” you nod. his mood seemed off, as well as his tone. you didn’t want to rush into it and upset him, but you did want to get to the bottom of it. you choose to spoon him, this moment feeling intimate and full of love. you place your hand on his heart; it beating rapidly.

you cup his face, you feel tears as well as a slight pulse in his eye. you stand up quickly, running to the light switch. when you turn around, his face is bloody and bruised. your heart sinks and you feel a pain that’s so indescribable but completely deadly. your lips are flat lined and a huge range of emotions release. you shake your head, a tear already threatening to spill. he’s silent, and avoids eye contact. you’ve been here before, never this bad. nonetheless, you have a routine.

you go to your bathroom. you grab the first aid kit, wet a cloth, and grab everything you need to stitch him up. you walk back and sit on the bed, your back to the wall. he, like a hurt puppy, follows every instruction you give. “come here jj, let me help you.” he hates when you see him like this, but he doesn’t have anyone else who would do what you do. if he did go to anyone else, he wouldn’t feel great forcing his trauma on others. “what happened baby? who hurt you?” your words are soft and you want nothing more than to cradle him and take his sorrows away.

“my father. who would have guessed? i’ll be alright. i’ll walk it off.” you investigate his wrist for any damage, you don’t see any, so you give it a flick. “no that’s not how it works jj, and you know it.” he frowns, “i wish it was.” you give him reassuring rubs on his back. he’s sitting up, and facing you. his hands rest on your knees, and he anxiously rubbing them. “i know baby, i wish these moments didn’t impact us, but they do. and we learn to take it in, and let it go.” you dab the wash cloth on his face, to get the dried blood. “did you walk here?” you question. “more like ran.”

you sigh, you reach for his tank top, urging to pull it off. he complies easily letting you swipe it off his back. his chest isn’t bad, mainly his face that held a black eye and cuts, from his fathers ring. “how you feeling?” you continue the routine of fixing him up. you’ve gotten good at it. he hums, before starting. “you say you always want me to be honest?” you nod, “yes. i want you to be fully honest with me.”

“well. honestly? i’m not doing great. i don’t want to put this all on you but i just, i don’t know why i’m here?” you question him, “why you’re here?” he continues, “why am i forced to live dealing with an abusive father, being broke, having everyone against me?” he breathes deeply, his emotions overcoming him, “no matter what i do, i loose.” you hate seeing him like this. “jj, please. i love you so much. and i don’t want to loose you. i know it’s hard. it’s so heartbreaking to see you in this condition. physically, mentally, it does damage. i can’t ever know what it’s like to be in your shoes.” you pull him into a hug and he squeezes you tight.

“please.. stay strong for me. i need you to come to me if you ever feel this way. talk about it, write it, scream it, all of the above. i want you to have an outlet to let these emotions out so they don’t consume you.” he pulls you in for a passionate kiss filled with love. tears are streaming down both yours, and jjs face. you struggle to suppress the whimpers coming from you. “can you promise you’ll come to me if you ever feel that way?” he nods, “i promise.” you close your eyes and lean your head into his chest. “i love you so much. seeing you like this hurts. but i’d rather see you like this, then never see you at all.” those words hurt him, gave him the realization that if anything happened to him, it would hurt you worse. this thought clouded his mind. his wounds were all patched up. you went downstairs to get a few ice bags. you came up and positioned them on his bruises. you turned the big light on and retreated to the small lamp. he thanked you for the ice bags, and you turned your tv on.

“your choice for tv, what would you like to watch?” you question. he thinks for a second before softly reaching for the remote and turning his show on. you cuddle him close, occasionally kissing his neck and whispering how much you love and appreciate him. not even half way through the episode do you hear tiny snores coming from him. you laugh slightly to yourself; pausing the show. you get ready for bed, despite his condition, you know you’re going to sleep well, and comfortably. you remove the ice bags, dumping them in the sink, and placing the plastic baggies on the counter. you dry your hands and return to the bed with him, engulfing the two of you with a blanket. you smoothly cuddle against him, sure to not wake him, up, as you prepare to dream soundly next to him.

#jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks fanfic #outer banks imagines #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank x reader angst #jj maybank x you #jj maybank story #jj maybank angst #jj maybank imagine

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danikamariewrites · 1 year

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Hello! Can you please write a story where the female reader has a nosebleed due to stress (like in Korean dramas if you follow the genre) and one of the ACOTAR males reacts. You can pick any character you want. Thank you!

P.S you are one of my favorite writers 💗

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Cassian x reader

A/n: Hi anon! I don’t follow k dramas so I had to Google this. Also thank you! That makes me so happy I hope you like this

Warnings: blood, mentions of health issues, and mentions of bad eating habits

Today Cassian suggested you work with him in his office. He noticed that you were overworking yourself and he wanted to keep an eye on you. You had been working for nearly three days straight with minimal sleep and food.

Your eating and sleeping habits are what concerned Cassian most. It would add to your stress leading to a migraine. And he would do anything to help you prevent that pain.

Cassian had stepped out for a minute to run something up to Rhys, leaving you alone. You decided to sit on the loveseat, you're woke laid out in front of you on the low-lying coffee table. You liked sitting with Cassian. It was time you wouldn't usually get to spend together.

You drop your pen on the scattered papers and rub at your forehead. The current project you were working on was driving you crazy, but you were determined to get it done. You could feel a headache coming on and the spot between your brows started to feel like pins and needles were dragging behind your skin.

You felt something warm trickling down to your lip. Shit. You hadn’t had a nosebleed in months. You wipe at the blood with the back of your hand. Leaning forward, new blood dribbles on to some paper, “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Cassian comes back into his office and immediately smells blood. “Y/n! Are you ok? What’s wrong?” As he rushes over to you his head whips around the room. Trying to spot a threat that wasn't there.

He kneels beside you, concern causing his brow to crease. You move your hand away from your face to show him your bloody nose. Cassian pulls a tissue out of his pocket and starts dabbing at your nose. “Honey, what happened?” he gently holds your nose, tilting your head forward, while you explain.

“I get nosebleeds when I’m too stressed or have bad headaches. I just kept forgetting to tell you.” Cassian gave you a sympathetic look. He grabbed your hand to stand you up and led you out of his office toward your shared bedroom, then to your connected bathroom.

“Let's clean you up,” he says removing the tissue from your face. The bleeding stopped, leaving dried blood on your skin and upper lip. Cassian lifts you to sit on the counter. He turns the sink on, wetting a face cloth.

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you still as he gently wipes the blood off. You revel in the care he shows when it comes to you. He's been called a brute and is looked at with caution. But you don't see that when you look at him.

You see the male you love with your whole heart. How silly he can be, all the special moments shared between you, and how gentle he is. You love that he's so willing to take care of you and that he has such a big heart. Anyone who calls him a brute doesn't truly know him.

“All clean.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. You know what he's going to say. That you should rest and eat something. He won't relax until you do. You want to reassure him that you're fine and this is how. “I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you please get me something to eat?”

“Of course, baby. Let's get you in bed and I’ll get you whatever you want.” You slowly slip off the counter and hold onto Cassian’s arm as he walks you to bed. You are so lucky to have him.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #acotar fic #acotar x reader #cassian acotar x reader #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian acotar #cassian fanfic

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uswnt-imagines · 1 year

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Sick Days with Press

Reader gets sick in the middle of the night and her girlfriend takes care of her

Christen woke up feeling Y/N jump out of bed, running into the bathroom and slamming the door. at first, The woman thought nothing of it due to the fact that she often overslept because she hit the snooze button so often.

After listening for her to turn on the shower or the sink and not hearing anything, the forward started to worry a little at the silence.

Christen got up from the bed and slid on one of Y/N's sweatshirts, making her way to the bathroom door and knocking on it.

"Y/N? Is everything alright baby?" She asked, her voice gentle and soft.

"Yeah... uh yeah... everything is fin— oh fuck." Y/N gagged, leaning over the toilet to throw up again.

As soon as she heard her gag, Christen opened the door and quickly made her way over to Y/N, her heart aching at the sight of her girlfriend. She was so pale and sweaty, her arms shaking as she held herself over the toilet seat. She looked over at the forward, trying to give her a small smile to reassure her, but the small movement only made Y/N groan and throw up again.

"Oh baby." Christen whispered, grabbing two washcloths and wetting them with cool water. She crouched down on the floor next to her, pushing her hair back from her forehead and dabbing it with the cloth before laying the other one on the back of her neck.

"Don't want you to get sick.” She mumbled, her hand reaching out to squeeze Christen's thigh, trying to reassure the girl that she was okay.

"Don't care about getting sick baby, I just wanna take care of you like how you take care of me and everyone else. Do you think you maybe picked up something from work or something?" Christen's mind was running wild, trying to determine where her girlfriend could have picked up the stomach bug from, making a mental list of everything that she was going to have to go out and get.

"Babe, really I'm– fuck– I’m fine." Y/N gagged, picking herself up and leaning against the bathroom counter. She was shaking as she tried to reach for her toothbrush to get the vile taste out of her mouth and she could feel Christen's eyes on her.

"Nope, we're not doing this. You’re not going to get out of me taking care of you the one time that you're sick just because you want to play the 'my immune system is higher than yours' card." Christen placed her hands on her shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before helping Y/N back to bed.

She helped her lay down, grabbing one of Y/N's sweatshirts out of the drawers when she saw that she was shivering and helping her pull it over her head. The brunette propped up some pillows for her before pulling the covers over her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you love." Y/N mumbled, leaning up into the forward's touch, her eyes fluttering closed at the intimate gesture.

"Of course baby. You take care of everyone else all the time, so let me take care of you too okay? It's what I'm here for. now, I'm gonna place this trashcan next to you in case you feel sick again and I think we have some ginger ale or something like that in the cabinets. and oh I’m pretty sure we have some saltines and..." Christen's ranting was interrupted by Y/N grabbing her hand to get her attention.

"You can go get all that in a minute love. right now... right now all I want is for you to come get in bed and hold for a bit until I fall asleep. then you can go get me all of those things please?" her bottom lip was jutted out, batting her eyelashes as a small smirk formed on her face when she saw Christen caving.

"Okay, okay. I'll lay down with you for a bit but then I'm gonna have to go get some medicine and all of that other stuff you need okay? We gotta have my girl feeling 100%." Christen giggled, placing a kiss to her forehead again before crawling behind her girlfriend and wrapping her arms around her waist.

#christen press x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt fanfic

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ggumjjun · 1 year

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omg i need more hard spider-man kai thoughts i’m literally dyingggggggg PLEASE MILLIE IM FALLING IN LOVE

ahaha okayyyy~~ spider-man kai continuation! (hard thoughts under cut lol)

thinking about kai blushing whenever his lips meet yours in the library, your cute boyfriend still tutors you… sort of~? in between being spider-man after school and student by day,,, kai’s a bit low on time, might as well make the most of it, right~? even if it means cutting into your chemistry tutoring sessions, as his plush lips press further into yours, his hand over yours, pausing your pencil as his rolls to the floor off the library table,,, too distracted to catch it and deprived of physical contact after countless nights of crime fighting as the viral (yet neighborhood-ly) spider-man~~ oh–! but the moment he hears the crash outside the window, his lips break from yours, an apologetic smile as he presses a soft kiss to your nose,,, sorry love, someone needs his help out there, backpack slung over his shoulder as you watch him easily jump from the library window, ever so clumsy as he shuffles through his bag in search of his suit,,, only to remember he had it on under his clothes and just needed to find his mask— kai’s… still figuring out the superhero thing <3

and late at night, the television flickers with news of spider-man’s newest feats, countless lives owed to his webs and friendly demeanor,,, does the hero crash through your window, groaning as he stumbles, curtains blowing in with wind as he tentatively touches his ribs, wincing with pain. and even hurt, his first instinct is to reach up, holding your face as he strips off his mask and presses a loving kiss to your lips, reassuring and sweet,,, bruises can wait?

sitting in a hoodie and sweatpants, holding up the hem as you dab rubbing alcohol on the cuts across his torso, his faint sorry as he gazes at the worry in your eyes,,, you know i heal really fast, right? kai mumbles, catching your hand as it trembles with the sight of his splotchy skin, marred with bruises and cuts. a kiss to your fingers,,, tugging you into his muscular arms beneath the soft fabric of his hoodie, legs tangled together on the floor of your bathroom as he rests his cheek on your head, swear i’m not that hurt, he mumbles, just a bit banged up.

soft apologetic kisses swept into a gentle make out, his plush lips moving slowly against yours as his bruised fingers cradle your face and body in his arms,,, a hint of blood on his lip and a fresh bruise on his cheek. soft whispers of sorry and love yous, groaning when you gently grind against his semi hard bulge,,, show him a little bit of love that no one else can? tugging down his sweats, long fingers brushing against your clothed pussy, radiating warmth and soft wetness in your panties, sorry love, been so long– kai stammers, slightly embarrassed by his hard erection, precum dripping from the tip, angry reddening and visible veins up his shaft. no more apologies, you whisper, slowly rubbing your clothed cunny on his shaft, pressing kisses up his neck and cheekbones as he shudders with need, restrained groans escaping his lips,,, sugar kisses tasting like blood and love as you slowly rub against each other, panties soaked with his precum and your arousal, his quiet sighs of need.

cold tiles under his sweats as kai holds your hand, a big hand holding your thigh as he helps you on his cock, reassuring kisses to your lips as you whimper at his heavy size, hand sliding up to your tummy to feel his bulge, pretty whimpers escaping your lips and his as you struggle to bottom out, leaning into his broad chest. and kai’s loving reassurances, shhh, feels so good, just a little bit more, my pretty so full of me? tired and wincing with full aches, needing love and physical touch as he slowly strips off his hoodie, your clothes following as your skin presses to his, tracing the countless bruises and cuts across his chest, cock nestled in your warm pussy, arousal leaking out around the base of his cock. sweet saccharine kisses, slow movements and thrusts, love laced with need, soft pants and gasps of love making, cries and sounds echoing against the bathroom tiles. and kai who clings to you as he guns, begging you to never leave him,,, spider man or not. warm cum filling your tummy, gasping promises to stay, saliva covered kisses of affirmation as his seed warms your pussy, his soft moans as he fills you to the brim <3

leaving behind bloody cotton swabs and gauze on the bathroom floor as kai’s eyes meet yours, cockwarming in bed shirtless, his warm, injury covered chest pressed to your unmarked one, soft tits against hard muscle. savoring the moment as it lasts, tucking your head into his chest and hearing his strong heartbeat, a testament to his desire to live even if he throws himself into peril,,, it’s hard being spider-man’s lover… but right now, he’s just huening kai, your boyfriend and chemistry tutor, loving you little by little,,,

and the once in a while of waking to his bare chest as he sleeps softly, a well earned rest and reward, full of his length in your tummy… better to keep it that way, as his hand subconsciously touches the bulge in your tummy,,, spider-man suit abandoned on the floor for another day <3 right now, he’s huening kai, and he’s all yours.

#spider kai is back !#hyuka <3 #mille’s spider man hyuka #txt smut #huening kai smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #mille.inbox #mille.anon

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eddie is a “that all you got?” kind of guy during a fight and that attitude gets him into MANY fights, which leads you to patching him up every time. but this time it was more gruesome. somehow your ex jason finally got a hold of him, you personally think the fight started over jason’s bruised ego and jealousy, and now here you are in your bathroom cleaning blood off of eddie’s face. a fight never got so bad to the point where he was bleeding from multiples gashes. a cut on his lip, cheek and eyebrow, his knuckles were red too but you weren’t sure if they were actually bruised or if it might’ve been jason’s blood.

he’s sat on you bathroom skin, knees parted just enough for you to tuck into the space between them, getting better availability to eddie’s wounds. you suck your teeth from frustration when he pulls from you again. the sharp sting of the rubbing alcohol is too much for him to bare. you drop your hands to his thigh, “y’gotta let me help baby. i can’t clean you up if you’re moving around.”

“sorry.” he sighs, readjusting himself on the sink. almost like he’s bracing himself for the return of the stinging pain. he screws his eyes shut as you continue to lightly dab against his blood stained cheek. the room is silent as you work on your bruised boyfriend. “i won by the way.”

the fact that he even needed to reassure you, to prove himself to you, it’s endearing but you can’t help but giggle which makes his eyes pop open in offense. “what?”

you shake your head subtly with a small grin, “i believe you.” you didn’t make eye contact with him when you said that, and now he’s the one with a damaged ego. “you should see his fucking face. way worse than this by the way.” he exaggerates his statement with the way his head bobs, and how he points at his bloody face. you pause your movements with a sigh, fingertips catching his chin. “i believe you.” you repeat, this time making sure you look him dead in the eyes. you can see his face and body relax this time, sulking back into is previous position.

you go silent again as you push his long wave of brown curls back behind his back, returning your focus to his cuts.

“looks sexy.” you chirp, but when he returns eye contact with you, you quickly look away. he’s paused for a moment, not yet fully comprehending what you just said. but then there’s a sleazy smile stretching on his lips, his hands smoothing down you thighs and then too your hips. he’s gives them a good squeeze before tugging you closer.

you can’t help but roll your eyes at his boyish ways. “sexy hmm?” you ignore him as you reach over him to rinse the old blood off the rag you were using. but he’s forcing eye contact, shoving his face in front of yours so you can’t wonder somewhere else.

“yes, eddie. you look good all bruised up.” your try shrugging it off, ignoring the looks he’s giving you and how it’s making your pussy buzz with attraction. “dunno, look good you know— bloody.” you stammer against your words, sort of embarrassed about your confession. but eddie’s eyebrows raise in amusement, unfortunately the look of being amused is immediately disrupted by the nipping of the wet cloth against his eyebrow.

he lightly grabs your wrist, “i know you’re turned on, but not so rough.” he’s teasing you now. you huff when you bring your focus to his bloody bottom lip, hoping it gets him to shut up. “m’not turned on. i’m trying to get you cleaned.”

he’s quiet at first, eyeing you down before playing with the he’s of your shorts. “so if i were to reach my hand in for a peek, you wouldn’t be wet?”

you stomp your foot with a whine, “eddie please.” you’re movements are aggressive and frustrated when you finally apply some sort of cream or jelly to his open wounds. he’s got a suggestive smirk on his face, hands now playing with the hem of your panties. pulling at the fabric, his grin widens when a small yet shaky whine pushes past your lips. the feeling of the pulled fabric against your mound makes you wanna buck, but you fight the urge. his wide grin forms into the sound of a chuckle, when you jump at the sting of your panties with the way the slap back into your skin when he lets go.

“y’gonna answer my question or do i have to prove you wrong.” he gives a toothy smile when he looks down and see the small bow that’s attached to your underwear.

your lips pierce together is silence, you teach to the drawer next to him to reveal a pack of princess and hello kitty band-aids. you pull them up in front of his face before asking him to choose. he’s used to your girly madness and decides not to question it, finger pointing at hello kitty. you send him a sweet smile as you plaster the childish bandaids over his wounds.

but the sudden feeling of his hand slipping through your panties, and cupping your mound makes you jump, chest now pressed to his.

“i knew it.”

#probably gonna flop cause it’s late lol #my work┊ ˚➶ ｡˚#trailer park daddy ┊͙♡ *ೃ༄#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x girly!reader

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wayward-dreamer · 1 year

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Far From Innocent - Part 4

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,980

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male & female receiving), facesitting, unprotected sex, rough sex, cum swallowing

A/N: The last part! I'm so happy everyone loved this. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

Y/N quietly shifted under the sheets, pulling them back and swinging her legs off the bed. She slowly stood up, turning to look back at Soldier Boy to make sure he hadn’t woken up. He snored lightly, his head turned with his flippy locks covering his eye. She walked across the floor and into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind her. Her eyes felt heavy, her mouth dry as her mind was cloudy from the drug induced haze. She made her way to the sink, cringing at her reflection in the mirror. Her mascara was smudged, her remaining lipstick stained her lips, but her eyes wandered down to her neck, biting her lip as her fingers touched the deep red lines on her throat. She replayed his hand around her throat over in her mind, feeling her cheeks heat up at what had occurred the previous night.

Stepping back a little, she looked down at herself, her hands smoothing over the marks that had developed overnight on her skin from his hands. She turned on the tap and wet her hands, dabbing under her eyes and lips to make herself look decent. She used a wet cloth to wipe herself down and get rid of the stickiness of sweat and his spendings, before she turned the tap off. Picking up a dry towel, she wiped her hands, patting down her face and body, taking another look at herself. She looked better than before, but she hoped she would get home in time to fix herself before her parents woke up. She had to go for her dress fitting with her mom so she had to make herself presentable as quickly as possible once she got back. She walked out of the bathroom, tip-toeing across the floor as her eyes scanned around the room for her bra and panties.

“Leaving so soon?”

She turned around, the nerves that she had last night before she pushed them down slowly creeping back in as she saw Soldier Boy sitting up against the headboard, a smirk on his face as he watched her. She pulled the edge of the sheet up and covered herself, feeling oddly exposed despite the things they had done the night before.

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding as she looked away from him. “I really should.”

“Okay,” he replied, but his signature grin never left his face. “But uh, I’m not starting the day without you sitting on my face.”

Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She supposed she could wait a little longer for the fantasy to be over.

“What the heck are you talking about? Where is she?”

Jim pushed his hands through his hair, ruining his slicked back look but he couldn’t care less in that moment. He had gone to Y/N’s house to take her to breakfast as an apology for what happened during the commercial shoot, but when he arrived they told him she wasn’t there and hadn’t been all night.

“She told us she was meeting you,” Y/N’s father replied, glaring at him. “So maybe that’s a better question for you.”

“Look, I swear-” Jim started but stopped as he heard her mother coming down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen, a worried expression on her face as she held out her hand, Y/N’s engagement ring sparkling in her palm.

“It was left on the nightstand,” she said, her voice cracking as she looked between her husband and Jim.

Jim looked down at the ring, his jaw clenching as he tried not to get carried away with what could’ve happened to Y/N.

“I’ll call her friends, see if they know where she is…”

Y/N’s eyes closed tightly, her knuckles clenched as she held onto the headboard, a loud whimper escaping her as her hips shifted against Soldier Boy, feeling his beard tickle her inner thighs. He held onto her as he worked his tongue over her folds, grunting as his skilled muscle circled her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned loudly, one hand combing through his hair and gripping tight. “Feels so good…”

“You like that, doll?” he asked, his lips pulling away as he kissed along the inside of her thigh.

“Fucking love it,” she whimpered, rutting against him as a smile spread across her face. “I’m-I’m so close…”

It wasn’t long before he brought her to the edge once again, a sharp cry leaving her as she felt her release wash over her, biting her lip as she heard him groan at the wetness that coated his lips and tongue. She shifted down his body, her hands pressing into his chest as she looked down at him.

“I was right,” he said, smirking up at her. “You really do taste fucking incredible.”

She felt her cheeks heat up at his statement. The longer their eyes lingered on each other, the more she felt like she didn’t want to leave. But she knew their time was coming to end soon, and the bubble she had been in since last night was about to burst.

But not before she took him for one last ride.

“That’s why I’m asking you,” Jim stated, frustratedly. “If I knew where she was, do ya think I’d be calling?”

He sighed as he heard her friend muttering on the other end of the phone, but she wasn’t making any sense.

“You know what? Thanks for nothing, Louise,” he snapped, slamming the receiver down. He scratched Y/N’s friend’s name off the list of places she could be, throwing his pencil on the floor as he sat back.

“Damn it!”

Soldier Boy grinned as he looked up at Y/N, his eyes glancing between her face etched with pleasure and the way her hips rocked against his. His fingers dug into her flesh as he helped her move, her own pressed into his chest, her nails leaving marks on his skin. The night had turned out to be better than he expected, Y/N surprising him in ways he didn’t think she would. He thought she’d shy away from things, but he had never been so glad to be wrong.

“You look so fucking good like this, doll,” he groaned, his hands gripping into the globes of her ass. His neck strained back as she began to thrust faster, his eyes admiring the roll of her hips. “There you go, sugar, just like that… ride my dick, make yourself cum.”

A trembling, drawn-out moan left her lips as she bounced against him, chasing the high that was quickly approaching. The rhythm of her hips faltered slightly, his hands on her the only thing keeping her from losing it completely. “Oh, fuck, I’m-”

“You’re doing so good, doll,” he rasped, nodding slowly as he gazed up at her. “Cum for me, Y/N, cum on my cock…”

Her hips rocked harder and faster, the euphoric peak hitting her quickly as she stilled, a passionate scream escaping her as she came. She breathed heavily as she looked down at him, knowing he was close too. She shifted off him, on her knees between his spread legs as she wrapped her hand around his length, pumping up and down as she sucked at the tip. A guttural moan erupted from him as he threw his head back against the pillow, her mouth enveloping his cock as she tasted herself and him as spurts of his cum coated her tongue. She took everything he had to give, licking the tip as she drew back, her eyes locked on his as she swallowed.

“Fuck,” he husked, shaking his head in disbelief as he started to chuckle. “You really are something.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart soaring at his words. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing the numbers flip over to 10:06am. She had well and truly missed her fitting, and she knew she was going to get an earful when she got home.

Y/N freshened up again in the bathroom, finding her bra and panties once she got out, putting them on quickly before she pulled on her stockings. She walked out into the living area and picked up her dress, stepping into it. She tried to reach back and pull the zip up, but she groaned in frustration as she couldn’t manage it. How did she do this yesterday? She flinched slightly as she felt Soldier Boy’s hands brush against the skin of her back, his fingers taking hold of the zip and slowly pulling it up. She turned around, her eyes taking in the green robe he had put on, his chest slightly exposed.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, briefly glancing at him.

He watched as she slipped her feet into her heels and picked up her purse, biting her lip as she spotted her ruined girdle on the floor, turning back to him. They stared at each other before he took her hand and pulled her towards him, kissing her roughly. She reached up and combed her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, a little breathless as he pulled away first.

“Okay, now I really have to go,” she sighed, frowning as gazed up at him.

“Back to the fiancé, huh?” he asked, raising her eyebrow.

A small, contemplative smile pulled at her lips. She knew what she needed to do once she got home. “Yeah.”

“Well, then… see you Monday,” he grinned, smacking her ass.

She squealed as she jumped back, trying not to smile as he winked at her. She bit her lip as she walked towards the door, adding a little swing to her hips as she strutted away. As she reached for the doorknob, she turned back to give him one last look. Knowing he had been staring at her as she retreated, she finally let her lips pull up. He gave her a small salute as she opened the door, turning back to his room just as she closed it.

Taking the elevator down, Y/N squinted as the sun blinded her once she walked out of the building. She opened her purse and took out her sunglasses, placing them on as a content sigh left her. She walked down the street, her mind reeling as she replayed the events of the previous night over and over in her head. She did things she never thought she’d do, and with someone who she never thought would ever look in her direction.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew nothing else would ever happen with Soldier Boy, nothing serious at least. Spending the night with him didn’t lead her to any hopes, but more revelations of what she needed in her life. He had awakened something in her that she knew Jim could never bring out, and that was why she had to find someone who could do that for her. Someone who she could see herself with, someone who drove her wild and who took pleasure in her pleasure.

After a quick bite of a bagel and coffee from the cart around the corner from the Vought building, she headed home. Jim was waiting for her, completely fuming. Words were exchanged, he yelled, and she yelled right back, before she finally called off the engagement. He left in a hurry, scowling and huffing as he slammed the door behind him.

She never told him what happened with Soldier Boy. She didn’t see the point once she made her decision to end their relationship. She didn’t know if he would’ve believed her anyway.

All she knew was that Vought’s most respected supe had freed her, and she could finally look for what she truly deserved in life.

And she could have all the fun she wanted while searching for it.

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moonlitluka · 1 year

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GOLD CHAIN BENEATH YOUR SHIRT

Chad gives you his shirt after your spill your drink | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | fluff & sexual content but not full on smut

Another weekend, another party. This is college I guess but I’d much rather be at home with Mindy watching whatever scary movie she decided to binge.

Anika had dragged Mindy and I to this party. ‘It’ll be fun’ she said. I figured if I was stuck here I might as well drink. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. When I turned around a guy bumped into me splashing the beer all over my shirt.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The guy said grabbing some paper towels and handing them to me. “It’s fine I should’ve been watching where I was going” I smiled grabbing the paper towels and making my way to find a bathroom.

On my way down the hall Chad stopped me. “Woah, what happened to you?” He pointed at my shirt laughing. “Haha. I bumped into some dude.” I said looking down at the mess.

“Do you know where a bathroom is? I’m gonna try to get some of this beer out.” I explained. “Uh I think there’s one upstairs I’ll show you.” He said grabbing my hand to lead me through the crowd.

We went up the stairs and down the hall. Thank god the bathroom was open. We both went in and Chad grabbed a towel before wetting it in the sink. He went to dab it on my shirt and I looked away to avoid eye contact. He was dangerously close to my bra it was kinda hard not to notice.

“It’s not coming out is it?” I chuckled trying to cut the tension that was now in the room. He had clearly noticed me tense up when he touched me. “Uh yeah I think your shirt might be toast.” He said giving me a frown.

“Damn. I don’t have a jacket or anything.” In the light it made it much more obvious that my shirt was now very see through. I couldn’t walk around like this.

“Uh here,” he said grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting it over his head. I stared for a second confused. He stood there shirtless and the only thing left was his gold chain as he held his shirt out to me.

“You can’t walk around shirtless,” I laughed. The blush on my face was obvious I knew it. He laughed holding up his arm to flex. “Why not? I do it all the time.” “Show off” I playfully rolled my eyes.

“Come on, take it.” He insisted. I smiled gratefully and took it. I hesitantly took my wet shirt off. He clearly was trying not to stare. Always a gentleman. I did see him catch a glimpse as he turned his head but I could tell it wasn’t on purpose. Not that I mind, but the thought is still nice.

I slipped the shirt over my head and felt it pool around my thighs. “You can look now” I giggled. He took in the sight before him and smiled. “You look cute” he complimented.

“Really..?” “Yeah, you should wear my clothes more often” he flirted. It’s like his goal all night has been to see how many times he could make me blush.

“Thanks Chad. Really this was really nice of you.” I said putting my hand on his bare arm as an expression of gratitude.

You could cut the tension with a knife. I almost said something to try to kill the silence but before I could he grabbed my waist and kissed me.

I gasped but kissed him back. “Sorry I couldn’t resist” he said in between kisses. I moaned in response. I ran my hands down his chest, letting my fingers feel his abs.

I felt my body get swept off the ground as I giggled in response. He placed me gently on the counter as he stood between my legs. “Is this okay?” He pulled away asking. “Yes”

With that he dived back in this time moving down my jawline then to my neck. “Chad” I moaned as he licked and nipped at the sweet spot between my shoulder and neck.

“Yeah baby say my name” he said letting his hand pull up the shirt and down the front of my leggings.

His hand softly cupped me over my underwear as he began slowly circling his fingers. He teased me before moving the underwear out of his way. He finally made contact with my clit as I moaned his name once more.

He moaned in response and leaned into kiss me again. As we made contact we were interrupted by a frantic knock on the door.

“Hey hurry up in there!” Some random party goer yelled through the door. We both pulled away from each other quickly before making sure we were both decent enough to walk out of the bathroom.

Chad opened the door leading me out as the guy who knocked noticed. “Nice!” He laughed. I hid my head in my hands as I walked faster out of there.

“Maybe we should head out” Chad suggested laughing. I agreed and we both left as quickly as we could laughing.

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waterless-witch · 11 months

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Of Knights and Demons

Chapter 5

TW: Rape/Non-con, Dark themes, forced marriages, violence and swearing. MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

Previous Chapter

You couldn’t catch your breath and your eyes were still clouded with tears. You could hear the shuffling of feet and hushed whispers from outside as everyone dispersed. Your heart beats faster with every step Aizen takes towards you, it's beating so hard and fast that it causes pain in your chest. Your face is still throbbing and you can feel your own blood on your face and neck, your shaking uncontrollably. You know that he’s upset and you can’t tell if some of it lies with you. His attention on you has never been good and you can’t handle his taunts or his hands on you right now. You feel like you might break into a thousand pieces.

He came to a stop in front of you, he’s silent as he looks down at you, his silence is scary, he’s always talking or taunting or monologuing or something but not now. You can’t look at him, your still breathing rapidly, “I-I’m sorry, I-I, I didn’t-“ you try to offer some kind of explanation through your tears but you cut yourself off as he reaches for you. You don’t mean to but you flinch away causing his hand to stop for a second midair. You knew it was a mistake but you couldn’t stop yourself and more tears fell as you worried about the repressions of your previous action.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He tells you, “Let me see your face.” His voice is stern, leaving no room for argument. Slowly and with a shaky breath you look up at him, his face is completely unreadable. His auburn eyes lock with yours for only a second, his fingers brush your jaw lightly, lifting so he can examine your busted lip. He moves your head to the side to observe the cheek that the man had struck, then he moves your chin up and looks at your neck. His hold is light and gentle as he moves you around, careful not to move too fast. Anger flashes across his face but it's gone in an instant. You're terrified of him at this moment and the flash of anger on his face doesn’t help, you feel trapped again and like you can’t breathe.

He drops your chin just as a light knock sounds on your door. Aizen reaches out again and gently leads you to one of the plush chairs by the window, “Sit.” He demands as he goes to answer the door. Aizen cracks open the door and you can hear Gins' voice, they’re talking in whispers and you can’t quite make out what they’re saying, not that your focused on it, istead your trying to stop crying and breathe properly. Gin hands something to Aizen then leaves with a bow, Aizen walks back to you and crouches down to be on level with you. In his hand he carries a small soft cloth and a small vial of antiseptic.

From this angle you have to look down at him slightly, he puts his hand on your knee gently and rubs a few small circles with his thumb. “I need to clean your cut.” He tells you softer than he had been speaking to you, than he’d ever spoken to you if you truly thought about it. He doesn’t move after he says it though and after a moment you realize that he’s waiting for you to respond. He’s never waited for your permission or consent for anything else so you don’t immediately respond to him. You nod to him in agreement after a moment. His gaze falls from your face and he wets the rag with antiseptic, “This will sting a bit my love.” He says before bringing the cloth to your mouth and dabbing lightly. It stings and you try to stay still as to not interrupt him or upset him further. He cleans the wound carefully and daps at the blood around it. He stands back up in front of you, “Stay here.” He tells you as he walks to the bathroom.

He emerges a minute later and the cloth is washed and drips a small amount of water onto the floor below as he walks. He crouches beside you again and starts wiping the blood from your face and neck without a word. You stiffen but don’t move, his eyes rose to yours slowly.

He stands again, he keeps his hand on your face and wipes the tears from under each of your eyes. Aizen pulls the other chair and sits in front of you, he hunches forward a bit. He breathes a small sign as he observes you. “I need you to tell me what happened.” He tells you softly and waits patiently for you to respond.

You take a deep shaky breath and then tell him. You tell him everything about running into the red haired man and Nnoitra in the hall, about what Nnoitra had said and how the red haired man had just laughed along with him. You tell him about how he’d entered your room and what he’d said, how he’d hit you and cornered you. When you finish speaking he sits back in his chair thinking over your words. “Where was your guard? It was Grimmjow correct?” He asks with a stern facial expression.

You can’t tell him the whole truth of that, you don’t want him to find out about the tea you’ve been drinking to stop yourself from becoming pregnant. You also don’t want Grimmjow in trouble, as rude as he can be he’s a much better option than any of the rest that you’ve met. You think of a quick lie and just go with it before he becomes suspicious, “I-I sent him to get me something from the kitchen,” you half lie, “He wasn’t gone long I didn’t think anything would happen, I’m sorry.” You stutter out and let more tears come to your eyes. You think back on all the times Grimmjow had said he wouldn’t kill you and you hope that he’s right. You hope that by spinning it to look like more of your fault and letting yourself cry again that he’ll stop thinking about Grimmjow's involvement and hopefully stop him from questioning where he had been with others.

His gaze softens and he reaches for your hand, “It’s not your fault love,” he tries to reassure you. “Why don’t you go wash real quick? I’ll wait here then we’ll go take care of this mess.” He tells you softly as he runs his thumb across the back of your hand. You nod to him before making your way into the bathroom. Once behind the closed door you let out a sign and rub your hands down your face. Your surprised that he hadn’t questioned you further, your tears had never managed to stop him before. Perhaps, you think, because it was someone other than himself who had done it to you. Or maybe because the red haired man had touched what Aizen viewed as his. Either way it didn’t matter all that much, he hadn’t pressed further and you hoped that it’d be the end of it on your end.

You move to the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is a mess from the man pulling you around by it, on your neck a dark choke bruise forms in the shape of the man's fingers. The lower right side of your lip is split and swollen and the skin on your right cheek all the way to you mouth is also blooming in a dark bruise. Your eyes are red and puffy and tear tracks run down your face. You switch on the cold water and cup your hands to wash your face. Once you finish that you brush through your hair again to get it manageable again.

After a few minutes you enter back into the bedroom, Aizen is standing by your shared bed and looks at you, he gives you a light smile. He walks to you and gives your forehead a light peck before looping his arm with yours. “Come sweet girl, we have matters to attend to.” He tells you, leading you from the room. You think as you walk, that the two of you must look like a real married couple, besides the fact that you’re covered in bruises. He's walking with you in almost a loving way, arm looped through on his own and constantly looking to make sure you're alright.

You can hear the murmuring of countless voices before you even turn down the hall that the throne room lies in. Outside the doors stand two guards with bone masks that you’d never seen before, they both bow to the two of you as you approach before swinging the heavy doors open for you. The room falls deathly silent as you enter. It seems that everyone that worked in the manor and the surrounding ones had been gathered as well as the remaining members of the neighboring families. Aizen keeps his eyes forward as the two of you approach the throne but your eyes dart around the room.

Your eyes lock with Grimmjow’s, he’s standing to the right of the throne along with Ulquiorra and Nnoitra as well as a number of others that all have masks and are dressed similarly in their black tunic and pants. Aizen leads you up the steps and sits in the throne, he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist and turns you to face the crowd while he rests his cheek on his other balled fist. Most of the crowd is looking at you, no doubt they’d already heard what had happened. Your eyes scan the crowd and eventually you find Lista, her face twisted in an angry scowl as she observes the scene in front of her. You have no doubt that she’d spit venomous words at not only the red haired man but at Aizen too if she’d been given the chance.

Aizen looks to Ulquiorra who nods back to him wordlessly before walking down the steps and out a small door on the side of the room. He returns after a minute dragging the red haired man behind him, the man tries to keep up with him but his feet keep slipping from under him. He’s still bleeding, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He’s visibly pale and has clearly been beaten more since he’d been in your room. Ulquiorra dumps him on the floor roughly before returning to his spot in the lineup.

The man grunts in pain as he rises to his hands and knees, panting harshly the whole time. He looks up and his eyes flicker between Aizen and yourself a few times. Panic is clearly written on his face as he stares at Aizen’s unmoving face. The room is so quiet that you can clearly hear his labored breathing. The man gulps and bows his head to the floor, forehead meeting stone, “Please forgive me, my king, I did not mean to offend you.” He says keeping his head bowed.

Aizen’s eyebrow twitches and his eyes narrow before his face falls back to neutral. “It’s not my forgiveness you should be seeking.” He answers back sternly.

The man's head lifts for a second to look at you before dropping back down, “Please forgive me my lady-” He tries to begin before getting cut off.

“She’s my wife,” Aizen tells him, “I rule this land now, that makes her your queen. Address her correctly.” He corrects him in that same stern voice, face unmoving as he watches the scene play out before him.

The man shutters and drops a bit lower, clearly struggling to keep himself upright. “Please forgive me my queen,” the man starts again, “I did not mean to offend you.” He finishes head still bowed and pressed to the stone floor.

Aizen scoffs, “I find it hard to believe that you had no intentions of offending her.” Aizen answers, “You entered our room and tried to force yourself on her, what expectation could you possibly offer for such a crime.” You hear Gin give a small chuckle at the man somewhere to the side but ignore it to watch the scene continue.

The man is shaking by this point and while Aizen’s voice had not reached the level of anger it had been in your bedroom it was well on its way there. “I didn’t think you would care!” The man shouts as he raises his head, “Please! I swear it, I’ll never touch her again! I won’t even look at her! Please! I’ll swear my devotion, my very life to service! Please!” The man begs, voice desperate and pleading.

Aizen rises from his throne and stalks towards him leaving you planted where you were. “You thought I would not care if you forced yourself on my wife?” Aizen asks, voice rising in anger. He descends the stairs, “You thought I would allow such an insult? You thought, even if I held no affection for her, that I would be alright with you touching what is mine? You must think awfully high of yourself if that’s the case.” He says, coming to a stop in front of the man. “What could your devotion offer me? You think a life of service is fitting for assaulting your queen?” The man starts to beg again and reaches for Aizen’s pant leg. Aizen unsheathes his sword in an instant, before you can even recognize what's happening he’s stabbed downwards into the man's chest. The sword runs through his back and out his chest, it hangs just centimeters from the floor. He’s not dead, his eyes are wide and he’s gasping for breath. Blood runs down the blade and drips to the stone, you can hear each little splatter.

A chorus of gasps sound around the large throne room, yourself among them. Your hand comes up to cover your mouth in shock as you watch wide eyed. You’d never seen anyone die before, while your kingdom had on occasion had to execute someone you’d never bothered to be in attendance. “You are right about one thing,” Aizen says coldly, looking down on the bleeding man. “You will never touch my wife again. You will never look at her again.” He pulls the sword from the man and he collapses to the floor, if he’s not already dead he will be in a moment. It takes him a moment but he screams, a blood curdling kind of scream. You want to cover your ears and look away but you can't, your body won't move, you’re stuck watching this hellish nightmare. The man collapses to the floor and his eyes dart around as if looking for help, no one moves and his chest starts rising slower and slower. Aizen’s head raises to look around the room, “Let this be a lesson to those who doubt my devotion. I will not tolerate such an insult again, should this ever happen again death will come much slower.” His voice booms through the throne room sternly. You don’t look at Aizen though, you’re stuck watching the blood seep into the cracks of the floor, the man's chest stops moving and his eyes glaze over. You know he’s dead and even though he’d tried to hurt you an awful feeling blooms in your chest.

~~~

The room cleared and Aizen ordered someone to go clear your room. He kept you close that day, whatever he was supposed to be doing he’d canceled. He’d brought you to the dinning room for the first time since before you were married and had you eat. To your relief the tea was still brought to you, though the poor servant girl looked scared out of her mind. You thanked her kindly as she left and you hoped she understood how thankful you truly were. You eat in silence, you’re unsure of what to say or if you should even say anything. Your mind keeps going back to the throne room. The man had assaulted you, he’d hurt you and he tried to do worse and yet you felt guilty, it had been your fault that he’d died and you didn’t even know his name.

You thought about asking but with how angry your husband had been you didn’t want to chance his anger turning on you. Aizen stayed gentle the rest of the day, he took you to the library and had even offered to take you to the gardens. You reject his offer as kindly as you can. You don’t talk much unless he directly asks you a question. Unlike Grimmjow, Aizen lets you read in silence, you pick up one of the plant books rather than one of the ones you were using to form your escape plan. You couldn’t risk him catching on to your plan, today's events only solidify your need to escape.

He takes you again to the dining room for super, then back to your shared room. As you enter you expect him to take you as he normally does, but he doesn’t. Instead he tells you where to find a nightgown and tells you to dress for bed. You do so, a bit confused but you do as he’s asked. When you enter back into the room from the bathroom he leads you to bed. You’re tense and ready for what comes next but it never does. He pulls you into bed, then he moves you so that you're laying with your head on his chest, the same as when he’d finish with you. He’s silent for a long time, seemingly content to just stroke your hair, “I’d kill every last one of them before I’d let that happen again.” He tells you decidedly. You know what he means and so you don’t question him, in fact you don’t say anything acknowledging that you’d heard him. You wouldn’t want that, that weight on your soul.

You wonder vaguely if he’s upset if you’d been hurt or if he’s upset that some tried to take what was his. You leaned more towards the second option. He very much enjoyed parading you around during your wedding and had always done whatever he wanted with you, he was just upset that someone else decided that they could do the same. Eventually your mind wandered to Grimmjow, he’d be leaving tomorrow and you doubt you’d see him before he did. Not that you wanted to, you think to yourself confused by your own train of thoughts. You can’t help but wonder about if he’ll catch Renji and his group, you hope not, if they’d made it this long hopefully they can hold out until they find safety. Wherever safety may be.

You wonder about Loly and how she came about as being your guard, she seems to hate you based on your one interaction. Vaguely you remember Nnoitra saying that Grimmjow had volunteered for this and you highly doubted that Loly had done the same. You fall asleep eventually and just like normal Aizen is gone before you wake.

~~~

Loly was exactly how you’d expected her to be. She didn’t speak to you unless it was absolutely necessary and you were fine with the arrangement. You wrote her out a list of books you wanted and asked her to see to it that they were brought to you. As difficult as it was to read with Grimmjow talking to you, you knew it would be nothing compared to trying to read while feeling Loly’s piercing scowl. When she brings your meals to you she huffs and slams things much like a child throwing a tantrum would. You’d done a lot of fluffing up your list with other books to hopefully look less suspicious and she doesn’t give you any reason to think that she’d caught on. If you’re being honest, you think she believes you're stupid, which is fine with you.

The week progressed slowly and you were bored. You actually thought that you missed Grimmjow before forcing yourself to change your line of thought. You did not miss him or care that he was gone or wonder if he was okay. Why would you? He was rude and did things just to piss you off and make you angry. You couldn’t stand him, so why did you care so much? You don’t want to think about him but you can’t seem to stop yourself. The whole dilemma frustrates you to no end, it makes you want to rip your hair out when you get stuck in these loops where he occupies your whole brain.

Aizen for his part doesn’t touch you at all. He just comes to bed, pulls you close to him and sleeps. Sometimes he tries to talk to you and you give as short of an answer as you can each time. He strokes your hair and keeps you close and he’s always gone when you wake up. The food you’d been brought always held your cup of tea and luckily no one had questioned it, while Aizen was not touching you now that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t start again soon. It was only a matter of time and you knew that. He wanted an heir and he wouldn’t hold off forever.

On the seventh day after Grimmjow’s departure your eyes start crossing with how much you’ve read and you decide to take a bath, needing something else to do. You have a basic idea of where you think you need to go. It’ll take a while on foot and you don’t know that you could make it on your own but still its something. You also have no idea how you’d slip your guards. Loly seemed like she’d be easier than Grimmjow to escape from but it would still be a difficult task.

You dry yourself off after your bath and wrap a towel around yourself. It’s early enough in the evening that Aizen wouldn’t be back yet but late enough that Loly wouldn’t bother you again either. So you decide to find a nightgown and dress for bed. You were still towel drying your hair when you left the bathroom and nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of Grimmjow standing by the window.

He stood there, idly flipping through one of your books on local wildlife and cocking his head to observe the sketches inside. He lets his eyes fall slowly to you and you notice a rather large cut to the right side of his forehead, it had been stitched up but looked painful. His eyes widen a bit as he looks at your state of undress. His eyes move slowly over you then snap back to your exposed legs for a long moment before he forces his eyes away to meet your own eyes. Your whole body flushes more than it already was from the hot bath. He’d looked at you before in a less than modest way but this time felt different. You’d never had this much on display. You’d always been covered by something, even if it was just the blanket on your bed. “Miss me that much?” He says with a lazy smirk forming on his face, there was no hint of irritation or anger in his voice, just amusement. “And to think I thought the morning with the tea was a treat.” He said unabashedly.

You just stared at him with a loss for words. “You’re back- what are you- when- why are you in here?” You asked stuttering, you couldn’t figure out what to ask first and so instead it came out a jumbled mess. He watched you try to figure out what was going on and each time you tripped up his smirk grew. You hated how flustered you were and you didn’t know what to do. You thought about just turning around and going to change but you didn’t want to either out of embarrassment.

He laughs as he watches your face continue to redden, “Just got back,” he said with a shrug while still smirking. “Heard you hadn’t really come out since I’d been gone, so I came to check on you.” He said, your eyes narrowed waiting for him to say something lewd or insulting the way he always did. “Now as pretty as a sight you make,” He said, letting his eyes ranke over you again, slowly, like he was taking in a work of art and you shift a bit, feeling awkward under his gaze. “I’ll be in the hall so you can change. Come get me when you’re done and I’ll tell you all about hunting your knight.” He held your gaze dramatically as he turned to leave.

As you dress you can’t help but think that he seems like he's in a good mood. You don’t think you’d ever seen him in such a good mood. He was still being lewd and trying to get a rise out of you but he wasn’t being angry about it. You also thought about the cut to his head. You knew he’d been sent out to track Renji and whoever else had left with him and you couldn’t help but wonder who could have gotten the upper hand on him like that. You’d only seen him fight one time but it had been terrifying. He was fast and strong and held a level of brutality that you’d only ever seen one other time from Nnoitra.

You also couldn’t help but worry for Renji himself. You hoped they didn’t catch him. You didn’t want that threat hanging over your head again. Also, assuming Aizen didn’t kill him and use him as an example, you knew he’d be tortured. You didn’t want to think about that and decided that if Grimmjow tells you that he’d been caught then you don’t want to hear anything else. You don’t need the details of how he’d been hurt or killed if he was already dead.

You finish dressing and brush your hair out quickly before going to let him back in. You can’t help but feel something like relief at him being back, which confused you a lot. You weren’t friends and he spent his time tormenting you for fun. He was kind to you though, at least compared to Loly or Nnoitra. You decide you're done thinking about it and pull the door open, Grimmjow stares down at you as you move out of his way so he can step in. You’re a bit nervous about inviting him in, it’s a line that you’d never crossed and you’re dressed in only a tin nightgown which doesn’t help matters. He’d barged in on his own before and come to bring you the tea but never had you invited him in to talk. It felt strange and made you anxious but you wanted to know about his head wound and if he’d caught Renji.

Grimmjow gives a small whistle, “Wow, I’ve never been invited into a princesses private room before. I must be real special huh, princess?” He said with a side eye’d look towards you as he strode through to the center of the room.

You just rolled your eyes with a light huff. “Would you like to sit or are you going to make lewd comments at me all night?” You ask sarcastically.

He laughs loudly before he answers you back, “Well, I was going to, unless,” he says drawing out the word, his head lols to the side, “You have another lewd idea in mind. You’d have to keep real quiet though, I don’t really feel like getting my head cut off by your husband y'know?” He raises just one eyebrow suggestively at you. You fluster completely, your whole face turns red and you ball your hands. You don’t know what to say and stutter a few times before he interrupts you, “Calm down princess, I’m just messing around. I wouldn’t do that to you. Well, I would but not under these circumstances.” He says with a light roll of his eyes as he plopped down on one of the plush chairs. “Now come sit with me before I get bored and leave.” He tells you.

You move to sit next to him, still out of your element and nervous. You look over at him, he’s still smirking at you but you can’t help but look at the cut along his head. You can’t see too many other injuries on him, a small cut or two on each hand and a few small scrapes mark his arms. “What happened?” You ask, still staring at the wound.

“Worried about me princess?” He asks all smug, you roll your eyes and huff in annoyance. You open your mouth to say something back about either telling you what you want to know or leaving but before you can get the words out he says, “Your little knight was a lot more capable than I gave him credit for.” He said with a shrug.

You paled and your eyes widened. He’d found Renji, Aizen’s threats held meaning again and his life hung on your shoulders. You felt like the air was sucked from the room and you had to ask to be sure, “You caught them?” You asked quietly.

Grimmjow huffed and flopped back lazily, “Some of them, yeah.” He answered, “But not your little knight.” You breathed a small breath of relief and he narrowed his eyes at you making you feel a bit awkward, why you couldn’t say. “Him and a few of the others managed to ambush us during our chase. I don’t know if it was a fluke the first night in the woods but he fought completely differently.” He sighed and looked up to the ceiling. “He asked about what we’d done with you. I didn’t tell him but he asked, very touching.” Grimmjow growled sarcastically.

“Oh,” You mumbled nervously. He’d come to you with the intent of telling what had happened but seemed like he was getting aggravated. He looked back at you for a long moment before continuing.

“I’m surprised he left you behind,” he started. “Once he saw me he was a man possessed, all he did was swing at me and scream about what we’d done with you, were you hurt, where they were keeping you, why. Blah blah blah.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. You didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to overstep. “You two together or sleeping together or something?” He asks bluntly and out of nowhere.

Your head shot up to look at him, “N-no!” You stuttered out truthfully. Aizen had made the same assumption and Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed further at your response, clearly not believing you. “My father personally trained him, that's why he became a knight.” You elaborated. “Nothing like what you're implying I assure you. He doesn’t want something like that from me.”

He barks a laugh, “Oh he wants something like that princess.” He says, still chuckling at you. “You’re a pretty little delicate thing, I don’t know a man alive that wouldn’t fuck you if you offered.” You feel your face start to heat up again and he gives you a smirk. “You spread those pretty little legs of yours and ask real nicely and you’d have kings on their knees for you. They’d do whatever you asked princess.” He finishes.

You laugh at the idea. It was untrue, if it was true you wouldn’t have to put up with what you do with Aizen. “Yeah,” You say with a roll of your eyes. “If that were true I wouldn’t be trapped here under lock and key.” You sass to him.

He shrugs and stands, “Ya ever asked him real nice? Not fought back with him? He’d fold if you did. I bet he’d treat you real nice and everything, do whatever you wanted if you batted those lashes and told him you wanted him.” You scoffed at him a bit embarrassed but still not believing him. “I’m serious, princess.” He said as he made his way to the door. “You could have him wrapped around your finger if you’d just play your cards right.” He said before leaving.

You thought about what he said for a long while, even after Aizen came back and pulled you to bed with him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything, not that you wanted too. You couldn’t even stomach the idea. You hated the night he forced you to beg for him, it made you cringe every time you thought about it. You couldn’t do it again, you wouldn’t do it again. Your mind wanders for a bit as you lay there and you wonder if Grimmjow counts himself among the men he claims would be on their knees for you, he certainly flirted and teased you like he would sleep with you. Today he’d even said he would under different circumstances but you’re not unconvinced he doesn’t just say stuff like that to get under your skin.

Grimmjow didn’t seem the type to be on his knees for anyone though, much less for you. You think about all he’d said when he got to your room and how he’d looked at you in your towel, you wondered how he’d look at you if he’d seen more, what he would say. You realize what you’re thinking and you can’t help but flush. Even though he’s not here and you’re pretty sure Aizen had already fallen asleep beside you, you couldn’t help but be embarrassed at your own thoughts. It had been over a week since you had that strange dream and you thought you’d be done thinking thoughts like that by now.

When sleep eventually comes you dream of Grimmjow again. In your dream he’s got you pushed against the wall again, the two of you are already well into the act and you're begging for him like how Aizen had wanted you to. Except its unprompted and every time you ask him to fuck you he does so quicker and deeper until your screaming for him. You’re a mess for him, more so than you’ve ever been, he holds you up and fucks you while his bright blue eyes watch you. Grimmjow’s smirking and saying all kinds of dirty things in your ear that you can’t remember when you wake up and just when you feel like that knot is about to snap you wake up. You can’t help the feeling of disappointment that rises in you but you don’t have long to think about it.

You feel the bed shift beside your head and your eyes snap open. Light had just begun to show on the horizon but the sun had not risen yet, the room was still dark and the only light came from a candle somewhere on Aizen’s nightstand. Aizen himself is leaning above you, staring down at you in clear interest. “Having an interesting dream my dear?” He asks you with a smirk as the hand not holding himself up strokes down your face and neck. Your whole body flushes beneath him and you're hoping that he can’t tell in the low light. His chuckle lets you know that he had in fact seen you though. His hand rises back up so his thumb swipes over your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you.

It’s not the rough and demanding kind that you're used to, instead he’s gentle, moving slowly and lazily as he slots himself over you. Aizen hadn’t touched you like this in a week and while you knew it wouldn’t last forever you can’t help the gasp that escapes you as his hand trails down your body to your leg. His hand moves slowly and he uses his thumb to flick your nipple though your nightgown once before continuing its descent. He pulls away from your lips slowly, he chuckles at you lightly as he buries his head in your neck. He starts peppering your neck in light kisses and nips that make you gasp lightly as his hand reaches the hem of your nightgown.

He rubs the fabric between his fingers for a second before his hand slips underneath. You fist your hands in the sheets beneath you, you don’t want this and you wish he’d stop. His hand runs up your leg to your thigh where he rubs up and down for a second, “If you’ll tell me what you were dreaming about, I’ll make it a reality for you my love.” He rasps in your ear before giving it a light nip. It makes you shutter and you shake your head in denial, you can’t tell him what you’d dreamed, there’s no way he wouldn’t take offense to you dreaming of another man, even if it meant nothing. You also didn’t want to tell him what you’d dreamed of, it was a private matter and he had no right to it. He tsk’s his tongue in disappointment, “No?” He asks and when you don’t respond he continues, “A shame, I’d love to know what pulled such lovely sounds from you, sweet girl.” You flush deeper, not realizing that you’d made some kind of noise in your sleep.

He gives your thigh a light squeeze before continuing his movements. You squeeze your eyes shut, between your dream and his attention you know you’re wet and you’d rather him not know about it. Of course though, he figures it out. His hand grazes over your underwear and he groans deeply into your ear as you shutter, “You’re absolutely soaking wet love,” he informs you appreciatively. “What kind of man would I be if I left my lovely wife alone with such an issue.” He said with a smirk as he pulled himself up to his knees.

He watched you intently as he began teasing you over your underwear. You whined as his fingers glazed over your clit, not enough to do anything but enough to frustrate you. He chuckles lightly and does it again, watching your brows knit together as you gasp for him. Aizen alternates between to light touches on your clit and pressing just enough against your covered hole to make you clench on nothing. You’re moaning and whining beneath him uncontrollably, you wonder in the back of your head if he’ll make you beg again, you hope not. You're already embarrassed and you’d like to not make it worse if you don’t have to.

His hand moves back to your clit and teases with a bit more force, you whine and arch your back as your eyes shut. He keeps his hand there, moving swiftly and increases the pressure just enough to start building that knot up inside you. You’re close and he knows it, he keeps his pace steady and just as the knots about to snap he stops, you can’t think fast enough to stop the disappointed whine or the buck of your hips trying to get the feeling back. You slump back into the bed and shutter, “Aizen,” you breathe his name out pathetically before you can stop yourself. His eyes snap to your own and you wish you hadn’t said anything.

He inhales sharply as his hands retreat back to your thighs, “Sorry my love,” he says voice low as he pushes the nightgown up to your hips and exposes everything to him. Aizen's eyes drift over every part of you, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, “Let's get these out of the way hmm?” He asks, he doesn’t wait for a response and slowly pulls them down your legs. They’re discarded somewhere behind the two of you, Aizen’s hand falls back to your core and you arch as his finger enters you. He sets a slow and steady pace as he searches for that spot inside you that drives you mad. Once he finds it he makes sure to hit it every time, making you into a moaning mess.

You try to stifle your noises but he leans back down to capture your lips, he keeps your mouth occupied while he adds a second finger. You gasped, mouth still pressed to his and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His pace steadily increases and he moves his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You pull your mouth away from him and he lets you as you gasp loudly. He rises back up and slips the hand not at your core into your dress, he quickly begins toying with your breasts as he continues his assault on you. Even though your eyes are closed you know he’s watching your face, you can feel it as your brows knit together and all you can do is moan and whine. You absolutely hate how your body betrays you in moments like this and he knows it.

His pace quickens and the knot inside you builds back up after being denied the first time. Your walls clench around his fingers, making him chuckle deeply, “I’ve been thinking about this all week sweet girl,” he tells you, voice heavy with arousal. “I adore how you look when you come for me, how much you fight it, how badly you don’t want to. And yet…” he rasps as he leans back over you and bites at your neck lightly. “You can’t stop yourself from coming undone for me. Your body is so much more honest than you’ll ever be.” He tells you before sucking a mark into your neck and making you cry out. You’re so close that your legs are shaking, you wish he’d stop talking, he's right and you know it but you don’t want to hear him say it.

He breathes out your name and you shake your head, you know what he wants before he says it and you don’t want to give him that level of intimacy, “Look at me or I’ll stop,” he threatens and your eyes snap open, his smirk grows as you look at him with hooded eyes, “Good girl,” he breathes out, every breath that leaves you is accompanied by a moan or a whine. You feel pathetic but you don’t have long to think about it before that knot snaps. Your back arches, your final moan comes out broken and weak. You watch him drink in the sight of you, his eyes all but sparkle as he slows his movements and eases you back into the mattress. Aizen pulls his fingers from you slowly, in almost a teasing manner that has you whining pitifully. You watch him bring his fingers to his mouth to clean them and look away embarrassed.

You lay there, trying to guess his next move based on what he’d previously done. More than likely he’d make you come one more time than he’d take you roughly before finishing inside you. You hated how he could make you feel pleasure like he did, you knew when he took you he’d be rough and more than likely make you cry but you still found what he did pleasant enough to come. You were disgusted by yourself and couldn’t look at him. He chuckles and shifts off the bed, you're surprised but you try not to let it show, fearing that he’d do something worse if he saw.

“While I’d love nothing more than to lay here with you and continue what we’ve started,” He said as he dressed himself. “I have matters to attend to that I’m already late for.” Aizen watches you finally move and cover yourself with your nightgown before sitting up. “Though I’m sure they’d understand if they knew why exactly I was late.” He said smugly with a shrug causing you to blush in embarrassment. He finished dressing and made his way to you, he placed his hands on either side of your head and pulled you gently until your lips met softly, “We’ll finish what you’ve started later my love.” He promises so close that you can feel his lips move against your own as he speaks. You want to argue back that you didn’t start anything, that he’d been the one that started everything between the two of you every time he saw you. But you held your tongue, thinking better than to provoke him.

He left and you got up to bathe, you couldn’t stop thinking about the last few hours. While Aizen had gone back to touching you and that was distressing in its own right that’s not what you were focused on. You were focused on why you’d dreamed of Grimmjow again. You thought about how relieved you were for him to be back and tried to figure out why. Maybe it was because he hadn’t caught Renji, or because it meant that you didn’t have to deal with Loly anymore. You knew reasonably that it wasn’t either of those but didn’t have the words or knowledge to say what it was for sure, nor did you want to.

Then the dreams were another problem. While you couldn’t deny that he was handsome you didn’t understand why your subconscious was so intent to view him that way it had. If anything you should be dreaming about your husband right? He was the one showing you the acts that happened in your dreams. Except for the one the previous night. That was all your own creation which made you feel strange. You didn’t think you wanted Grimmjow like that. Did you?

No, you decided, you didn’t. And the more you thought about it the worse it would be so you forcibly stopped thinking about it. You finished your bath and got out and dressed. You would focus on your escape plan and try to find a way to slip your guards, you knew it wouldn’t be possible with Grimmjow, he was too interested in tormenting you and bothering you. If he left again soon you might be able to slip away from Loly, though you had no idea how far you could make it before Aizen or someone else realized you were gone. Your first task would be to find out if Grimmjow was leaving again and if so when. You brushed out your hair and slipped your shoes on before going to your door to find out if Grimmjow was even the one guarding you.

You pulled your door open quickly. Grimmjow was propped on the wall beside the door lazily like always. He startled as you left the door, and you stared at him wide eyed, “You scared the shit outta me!” He half yelled at you, you raised a questionable brow at him. You’d never scared him before he was always on his toes and ready.

“How?” You question in genuine confusion. Usually he could hear you coming from inside your room and it made you question if he was okay. Maybe he’d been hurt worse than you’d thought?

He looked down at you for a second and knit his brows. “I didn’t know you were awake, you’re usually not this early.” He answered with a shrug. “Why are you up so early princess? Got a busy day ahead.” He mocks towards you. You flush a bit, not wanting to tell him the actual reason. That you’d had a lewd dream about him and that Aizen had touched you before he left.

So you gave a small lie, “I couldn’t sleep,” his eyes narrow at you in question but you ignore him. “Besides, I need new books anyways.” Grimmjow rolls his eyes but he takes you there with less taunting than usual.

You sit down with some books and start reading one about the climate and landscape of the mountains that you’ll eventually be headed towards. Grimmjow is behind you somewhere piddling through books that he couldn’t read. You felt a bit bad about making him come here each day, it couldn’t be pleasant for him, but you needed to know where you were going. Every so often you can hear him scoff or shove something back into place roughly.

An hour passes and a servant comes with your tea and food. You drink the tea but only lightly pick at the food, too engrossed in your book to pay it much mind. “What are you reading?” Grimmjow asks from right behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, you hadn’t heard him come up behind you. You turn quickly to look up at him and he’s leaning against your chair. “Well?” He asks with a raised brow.

You sigh and put your back to him, “It’s a book about the northernmost mountain range.” You tell him in an annoyed voice. You didn’t like him sneaking up on you like that, and it made you feel strange being this close to him after the dream you’d had just a few hours ago.

He laughed, “Why? You’ve never been there before, what's the point of reading about it?” Grimmjow said in a mocking tone while still snickering at you.

He was right that you’d never been there but he had no proof of this and it irritated you that he assumed it. Why you couldn’t say but it did nonetheless. “And how exactly do you know that I’ve never been there?” You ask back. You knew you were being argumentative just for the sake of doing it and you were unsure of why.

Grimmjow just shrugs and you roll your eyes, “Because I have been there.” He tells you and your eyes widen a bit. You hadn’t known that, “And it’s not a place for you princess, your lord father would never even dream of taking you there. In fact I doubt your husband would even take you there, the villages nearby are filled with thieves and the like and the border is surrounded by enemies.” He informs you.

Grimmjow’s words are actually helpful, despite how much you don’t want to hear them. “Why were you there?” You ask him out of curiosity and the need to know, especially if you’d be trying to get there.

“We came from the other side,” he tells you “I had to come from somewhere, I didn’t just pop into existence to hang around with you princess.” Grimmjow rolls his eyes. You knew that he didn’t exist to guard you. You didn’t know much about the land on the other side, none of the books you’d read had told anything of it and you can’t recall anyone talking about it with you. You can’t help but wonder what his homeland is like.

“Do you think you’ll ever go back?” You can’t help but ask, you’d never done a whole lot of traveling and never outside your own kingdom so you were interested. You’d known he was foreign but he never seemed to want to talk about it until now.

Grimmjow scratched the back of his neck, ruffling his electric blue hair near the nape. He almost looked nervous and hesitant to answer you, “Probably not,” your eyebrows knit together as you listen. You doubt you could ever leave and be okay with the thought of never coming back. “It’s not like how it is here princess, there’s nothing there for me. For anyone.” He says which confuses you more.

You look into his eyes for a second, “There has to be something out there,” you start to argue back. He has to have a family, or maybe some friends or something back at his home.

“There’s not, just traveling warlords and death.” He says cutting you off. “There’s nothing there for anyone besides killing and more killing. Why do you think we took over so fast? That's all we know how to do.” He says looking down at you with an unreadable expression. “We’re your biggest enemy and your people had no plan for what to do when we came for you.”

You shake your head at his words, your people had few enemies, and certainly not one like he was talking about, “We don’t have an enemy like that, the previous high lord wanted peace between our peoples and the surrounding lands.” You try to tell him. The only real problem your land had ever faced was a long time ago your people fought with a race of demons, it hadn’t ended well for either side and no one had heard from them since. Your grandfather had thought that they’d all died off in the affair, calming that they would have killed each other off anyways, and your father wasn’t all that convinced that they’d even existed in the first place.

“Yes you do princess, you just haven’t put together who we are.” Grimmjow said leaning in closer, “You don’t see it because you're too sweet, you don’t want to see it. You’re too scared of your husband to be afraid of the monsters that surround you.” Your eyes widened at his words, at what he was implying.

You turn around to stare up at him and he looks back at you with yet another lazy smirk. “You don’t mean that?” You say it in more of a question than a statement. He moves around your chair to sit across from you. You can’t help but look from his bone mask to his eyes then back again. You’d always thought the mask was strange but you’d never thought much more about it.

Grimmjow leans toward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I ever lie to you?” He asks casually, without care. Like he wasn’t implying something dark and twisted.

You swallow a lump that had formed in your throat, mouth going dry. “No but you can’t be…” You let yourself taper off before continuing, “You can’t be a-”

“Demon?” Grimmjow cuts you off with amusement. You nod to him slowly, meeting his eyes again. You stare at him for a long moment before he starts talking again. “Well not fully, we’re all half breeds now, some more than others but, ya never questioned these?” He asks tapping on his bone mask with his pointer finger.

“I just thought they were some weird fashion trend or something of importance.” You answer honestly, you're nervous but not nearly as much as you should be, you realize and can’t really explain why you’re not more afraid of him.

Grimmjow gives another barking laugh and looks at you with a smile, “Nah, it doesn’t come off princess,” he says, pulling at the mask a bit. True to his word it doesn’t move at all. You want to reach out and touch it but you stop yourself before you even begin to move. Your head floods with all kinds of questions but you know if you ask them all he won’t answer any of them.

“So if you are a,” you pause for a second, “Demon. What makes you different from us? Besides the mask.” You ask, trying not to sound judgmental or rude. You remembered how he’d reacted when you’d found out he couldn’t read and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings like that again.

He chuckles, “Well we’re a lot faster than you,” he started, which made sense, he’d caught you quickly in the forest that first night, you’d chalked it up to your exhaustion but if he was quicker than you it made sense. “And we each have different,” he stumbles for the right word for a moment before he says, “abilities.” He says and you cock your head in confusion. You didn’t know what kind of abilities he was talking about. “I can show you,” he offers, icy blue eyes locked with yours, your hesitant, not knowing fully what it all entails. “I won’t do anything too serious if that’s what you're worried about.” He clarifies. You think for a moment but your curiosity gets the better of you and you nod your head in agreement before he even finishes the sentence.

Grimmjow smirks at you widely and holds up a single hand. In almost a flash his hand turns black along with his wrist, it's the darkest black you’ve ever seen and cracked, looking like its bleeding down his wrist. The tips of his fingers become long sharp claws that look capable of slicing through you in one quick movement. Each claw looked sharper than any blade you’d ever seen and the black was deeper than night itself. It was captivating, you couldn’t take your eyes off his hand. His veins were more visible on the surface just beneath the skin as the black inched further and further up his arm, engulfing the skin in its path. It was beautiful in an animalistic way, in a brutal and violent way.

He sets his arm back down and you look into his eyes for just a second before looking back to his arm, it’s completely back to normal by the time you look down at it. Your eyes widen at how fast he’d managed to get it back to normal. Your eyes meet his again and you want to say something but nothing you can think of feels adequate.

His eyes darted around your face, looking to see what you were feeling perhaps, but you couldn’t tell fully. “Scared princess?” He asks with a grin.

You think about your answer for a long minute. You should be scared. He was some kind of demon and he’d just shown you that he could cut through you like butter. You don’t think you were though, you thought back to every interaction you’d had, even when he’d manhandled you and tried to intimidate you he’d never hurt you, he was clearly capable of hurting you if he wanted to. But instead he’d been nice to you. He’d try to help you on your wedding night, he’d gotten you the tea to keep you from getting pregnant, he’d come to see you when he got back and he told you about what had happened while he was away. He might have gone about it in a bastardized manner but they were all examples of kindness hidden beneath the crude words. Even though the claws and darkened skin should have been scary, they weren’t, you thought they were beautiful, not that you’d ever tell him that, he wouldn’t take kindly to it and you were sure he’d get angry about it. “I don’t think so.” You tell him honestly.

Grimmjow chuckles, “Oh really?” He asks in amusement, “You’re afraid of your husband but not the actual monster that sits in front of you?” He asks, eyes narrowing a bit, “You don’t have to lie I wouldn’t be upset or whatever.” Grimmjow leans back in the chair lazily, waiting for your reply.

You simply shake your head, “It’s different.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. You couldn’t fully explain it beyond what you’d said, you just felt like it was true. You weren’t scared of him, at least not fully or how you should be.

“It’s different?” He asks with a raised brow, not understanding. “I chased you down and kidnapped you but it’s different?” He almost sounds like he’s mocking you but you ignore it.

“It just is,” you try to reason and he rolls his eyes with a huff, “I don’t know! Are you going to hurt me?” You ask with a dramatic sigh. You didn’t think he would but who knows, maybe you're wrong and he’s wanted to the whole time. He’d asked you a question and you’d answered, what more does he want? You couldn’t explain it, you just weren’t scared of him, not fully, not enough.

Grimmjow stares at you. It feels like forever, he doesn’t say anything, just stares and you stare back. You start to worry that you’d said something wrong and open your mouth to apologize for snapping at him or clarify or something but he stops you. “No princess…” He takes a long pause and his face seems to relax more than you think you’ve ever seen, “I won’t hurt you.” You offer him a small smile but he doesn’t return it and after a minute you go back to your book.

Not that you can focus, you're too busy thinking about the man that sits across from you. How he came to work under Aizen, why they’d followed to take your home, what else he could do, your mind was reeling with it all. You wanted to ask but he seemed done answering your questions or just talking to you in general. You’d read three pages of the book in your hands and retained none of it. Every once in a while you’d glance at Grimmjow, he was staring out the window with his chin resting on his balled fist. You wish he’d say something but you don’t know what you wanted him to say at the same time. You’re frustrating yourself with all of it but you can’t stop yourself.

The sun had begun to set before the two of you were interrupted. The library door slammed shut behind someone and you shot up, scared by the sudden noise. Grimmjow was on his feet in front of you when Ulquiorra rounded the corner. His eyes seemed just as dead and expressionless as every other time you’d seen him. He comes to a stop a few feet ahead of the two of you, he doesn’t bother to look at you as he addresses Grimmjow, “Aizen has called for his wife to be brought to him in his study immediately.” He informs Grimmjow.

Your brows knit together in confusion. He hadn’t called for you to be anywhere since your first few days here when he wanted you to dine with him, and never to his study. Have you done something wrong? Had he figured out what you had been planning? Had he recaptured Renji? Did he somehow know about the tea? Your mind is filled with a thousand negative things that could cause him to want to see you right away and they all made you sick. Clearly Grimmjow was thinking similarly to you as he narrowed his gaze and he stood up straighter. “Why?” Grimmjow asked, still planted between Ulquiorra and yourself.

Ulquiorra simply turned on his heel, “It is not your place to question him, just deliver the girl to him and wait, don’t make things difficult Grimmjow.” He said in his monotone voice before leaving.

Grimmjow growls and rubs his hand over his face before turning to you, “Come on, best not to keep him waiting.” He spits like he's angry. You just nod and follow him through the halls. To say you were nervous was an understatement, your mind was still spinning with a thousand possibilities as you reached the door to his study.

Grimmjow knocked on the heavy wooden door, “Send her in.” You hear Aizen command from the other side of the door. You take a shaky deep breath and Grimmjow waits for you to look at him and nod before he pushes the door open for you to enter. You look at him one last time through the corner of your eyes and he looks absolutely pissed off, his eyes meet yours and he nods once to you as you walk through the door and into Aizen's office.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x reader #aizen x y/n

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