#it hurts my head to laugh or to bend over and i still have headaches and I'm wobbly

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Time to go monkey mode once more and spend all hours of the night researching VP shunts.

[gardenialver]

Girlies

synopsis - telling him a secret about girls

pairings - Tetsurou Kuroo, Shoyo Hinata, Kenma Kozume

content - fluff, reader is afab and fem, mentions of: periods, pads, boobs, discharge, boob touching but not in a sexual context, wet hair, it's slightly alluded to the length and texture of the readers hair but I've tried to make it slightly more upto interpretation

Tetsurou Kuroo

"Babe, I'm gonna tell you a secret but you can't tell anyone ok?" Your boyfriend looked at you with shaking eyes, "Why are you nervous?" You laugh at him, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"You're making it sound like you're about to tell me you've killed 5 people," You put your legs up over his lap and he holds onto them, "I'm not, this is a girl thing ok? You have to promise not to tell anyone,"

He leaned closer to you, shoving his face into yours, with a hand you pushed him away, keeping your fingers on his cheek. "When girls change their pad, they stick it onto the wall," You felt Kuroo's cheek raise as his face contoured to confusion.

"Wait so you like stick it onto the wall?" You nodded at him, "Yeah we just kinda," You made a slapping motion, "Wait, why?" You side-eyed him, a judgy look on your face.

"Because it's conventional, if you put it on your leg then it hurts like it hurts to take a bandaid off, you always whine when we have to get blood-tested, and if you put it on your leg then it sticks and you get your uterus tissue and blood on your leg and that's nasty,"

"If you put it on the floor then you have to bend to get it and that's uncomfortable and lowkey hurts but if it's on the wall, then you put your new pad on and then grab your old one and roll it up and throw it away, easy, conventional, clean, painless,"

"Wait, that makes so much sense," You nodded, "See, anyways you promise not to tell anyone I told you this, this is top secret," He nodded intently. You placed a small kiss on his cheek and he smiled into you.

Shoyo Hinata

"False alarm it was actually just discharge," You call out to Shoyo as you turn off the washroom light, there he was standing with painkillers, a ginormous plush, a heating pack, and an assortment of desserts.

"Thank you babe," You greet him with a kiss, touched at the lengths he went to just under the pretense that you may be on your period. Despite that he still gave you the large plush and put everything else away, crashing onto your shared bed.

His arms wrapped around you underneath your chest, tossing and turning, ending with you groaning and him stopping with wide worried eyes. "I'M SORRY DEAR ARE YOU OK?? WAS I TOO ROUGH I'M SO SORRY," All you could get out was a pained, "My boobs hurt"

There he was on the bed bowing in apology while you clutched your chest, one hand clutching onto the plush. "I'M SORRY I FORGOT THEY GET SORE!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO MASSAGE THEM OR ANYTHING??" Your boyfriend continued to worry but you threw your plush at him with teary eyes. "NO YOU PERVERT" "I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT BABE I'M SORRY"

After a while of back and forth you laid your head against his chest. "It's so annoying Sho, that I keep preparing and thinking my period's here and it's not." He held you close, cupping your chest lightly to lift the weight off of you.

"The discharge wasn't this bad before was it?" He asks peering down at you and you only lull your head, "No it's been this bad I'd just never tell you properly." He pressed a long kiss to your cheek, "My poor babbyyyyy" He droned.

"Your boobs get very sore, your cravings kinda startish? The headaches and back pain, sometimes you get early cramps," He began to list and just saying it out loud made your body feel even worse and as she felt the weight pressing against him he leaned back.

"Is it like this for all girls? I only have Natsu to go off of and I'm sure she'd be uncomfortable telling her adult brother that," He said while moving his hands to rub your back.

"Yeah, I mean some girls have it easier and only get it for like 3-4 days and their pre-symptoms aren't as bad but it's definitely bad enough for you to mistake it as your period." While offering comforting kisses he continued to ask questions.

"Ohhh is this why girls will pack double the underwear on a trip for like three days?" You nodded, "So this is that type of emergency?" You nodded again, holding him closer out of the need for affection.

"DO YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE YOU???" "PERVERT" You yelled again lamely hitting him. "I'M SORRY, I JUST FEEL LIKE I FINALLY HAD AN EPIPHANY, A REVELATION, A BREAKTHROUGH." "A full circle moment? Well an emergency is also if you get your period and then you leak"

He nodded and adjusted himself closer to you, "Thank you for telling me babe," He cheerily thanks and you nodded, lips finally turning up at another kiss.

Kenma Kozume

With a towel slung over your shoulders you smiled at the feeling of cool air hitting your skin, "Babe I'm done showering" You call out to him, your slippers thumping against your feet and the flooring as you find him.

"Thanks I'll go shower now," He mutters to you, holding your hand momentarily before sulking off to the washroom. As you settled into his gaming chair, preparing to benefit off of his high levels and high currency in games you heard the usual shriek, pouting as you went to check on him.

"[Lastname] [Name], can you stop doing this." He scolded you while pointing to the cluster on the wall, "No," "What is this?" "Uh, my hair??" He rolled his eyes, "This is gross, this is nasty, why is your wet hair in clumps on the shower wall, THE SHOWER THAT WE SHARE"

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic, be happy it's not in the bath, either way all girls do this," He deadpans at you, "I don't care if all girls do it, I don't want to see your wet hair whenever I go to shower, your hair's long too''

"Can you stop being misogynistic? My hair's not even as long as you're saying it is" You mock him, trying to leave until you were held back. "No can you get rid of it?" He glared with his arm wrapped around you.

"Why can't you just do it yourself?" But you still complied as he carried you from point A, the shower wall, to point B, the trash can. "Ok now go shower in peace," You finally left the room, the steamed room now suffocating you since you had finished your shower.

Sighing again at the cool air that hit your exposed skin you went back to playing games on Kenma's computer, finally getting touchy with him when he emerged from the washroom.

You wrapped yourself around him, watching him play a horror game, your own version of mansplaining coming out of you whenever he wouldn't follow your instructions.

As time passed so did you and your partner's bathing practice. "I've finished showering babe," You call out to him, a new set of pajamas on your body and the usual sigh of refresh when feeling the slight breeze of the cooler air outside the bathroom.

Again your slippers thumped against the floor while you searched for Kenma, "Hi Kodzuken," You teased as you placed your chin against his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and continued playing a little longer before he finally left to wash, allowing you to take over his gaming set. "pikmin" But again you were stopped by a noise of alarm in the bathroom.

However, this time instead of annoyance you now had a small smile on your face, knowing exactly what he was calling you for. "What??" "DID YOU MAKE F****** APPLETUN WITH YOUR WET HAIR??" "No that's obviously Wooloo, have fun showering,"

[apocalypse-shuffle]

JASON TODD | RED HOOD (generalized fanon | canon)

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“Home Remedy” (Jason Todd x Gn!Reader)

| You walk into the kitchen one morning, and there Jason is in all his hungover glory—and there are raw eggs in a cup too, for some reason.

| SFW, pure fluff, light teasing

| The pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source: Red Hood and the Outlaws Rebirth comics)

| 700+ words

“Jay? What the hell are you drinking?”

“You have eyes, don’t you?”

At his grunt you purse your lips while reaching for the box of cereal atop the fridge. Your boyfriend’s at the table in your house looking half past his second reckoning and has an attitude. Unbelievable.

“Me having eyes doesn’t do shit to explain why you're at my table with raw eggs in a cup.”

He picks his head up from the flat surface, eyes squinted, groans, then throws you his best apologetic grin.

“Alright, my bad, Babe. It’s just- my head is killing me.”

At the lack of a follow up crack about his own death your face creases in confusion. You throw a worried look at him as you absentmindedly take out a bowl and put it on the counter. Then what he’s actually said hits you and you start to laugh.

“That open bar is kicking your ass right now, huh?”

Jason groans, not even bothering to continue looking at you as he moves to rest his head on his propped up fist. He flips you off over his shoulder instead. The action doesn’t even kind of quell your humor. Tentative chuckles turn into small giggles that then turn into a full-blown cackle that has your stomach hurting.

By the time you pull yourself from off the floor Jason looks both annoyed and heavily miserable, a deep frown marring his face when he turns back to stare at you.

You meet his stare head on in between putting your breakfast together, laughter still prominent throughout your voice when you speak.

“I’m sorry - I just - no wonder you trampled all over my place before falling asleep on the ground last night, Jason. How do you expect me to react?”

He huffs and you move to put everything up as he answers.

“I expected you to be at least a little sweet on me. Aren’t I worth that? I’m in pain and you think it’s funny.”

“Aww, Jay.” Walking over to put your dish on the table you ruffle his hair, brown hand disappearing briefly into loose curls. “I think it’s hilarious.”

“God, why do I subject myself to this crap from you?”

You bend over with another burst of laughter and press a kiss to his temple. Regardless of his bemoaning you, not a blink prior, Jason chases your warmth. His breath fans across the dark skin of your neck, head laying on your shoulder.

“You’re such a baby. Fine, I’ll make you a sandwich.”

“Yay,” he cheers, voice faint with the weight of his headache. “You’re too good for me -ow!”

He’s so determined to meld into your side he doesn’t even bother moving at your flick, just barely jolts in place. You can feel his eyes closing.

“Don’t say that,” you flick him again for good measure and he chuckles. “What do you want in it?”

“Fuck, I love you,” he kisses at your shoulder and you can’t help the smile you hide into his hair.

“Your welcome,” you hum before kissing him again and moving away to make good on your offer after he answers you.

When you come back not five minutes later and drop the plate in front of him you give in to your curiosity and tilt the glass cup towards yourself with a finger, frowning down at it.

“It’s not even mixed.”

“Y/n,” he grunts.

You roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying. Plus, what happened to all that Pit immunity? Shouldn’t you have been able to shrug a few drinks off?”

You let go before walking to the other side of the round table to take your own seat. Your partner scoffs.

“I had way more than a ‘few’. Roy said he’d last longer than me,” he gives this helpless shrug like he couldn’t possibly have ignored the challenge. “And you know I can’t have him thinking that.”

You scoff too, “Right?”

“Yeah,” he gives a huff of laughter. “I gotta keep his ego in check.”

“I don’t think his ego’s the issue,” you say between spoonfuls.

Still half slumped over the table Jason throws you a crass smile and a wink.

“Please, you love my ego,” he watches the plate with a glimmer in his eyes, “and thank you, Baby.”

You nod in acknowledgment.

“How’d you never learn about drinking egg yolks anyway?” He eagerly brings the plate you gave him closer.

You cringe when you look at the remaining yolks in his cup. "Cause it’s nasty as fuck."

Jason takes a large bite of his sandwich, seeming to think your answer over before shrugging.

“Sure. Works though.”

“Uh huh.”

You don’t sound convinced and, to top it all off, Jason downs all the eggs in one swig before taking another bite of his sandwich and laughs right in your face at the look of utter disgust you give him afterwards.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

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[goldenempyrean]

the new prompts are so fun 🤩 can i ask that yiy write one with sick reader x alex at gamenight with lena and kara where reader is hiding it “You better not complain when you catch this.”  “Somebody’s certainly sneezy today.”   

Having A Good Time

〚 Notes - I got whole bunch of new request so I'm still getting through them! Anon my dear this request was actually really fun to write, I got it done in like one sittings so yay! 〛

〚 Pairing - Alex Danvers x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - When you're sick during game night you try your hardest to get through without causing a fuss but maybe you weren't as subtle as you thought 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2100 〛

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“I’m just gonna shower quickly and get this alien gunk out of my hair.” Alex smiled warmly, kissing your forehead before making her way into your bathroom. 

Tonight, was game night which meant a night full of laughter, jokes and fun. It was your turn to host this time and in true Danvers fashion, Alex had set out a pretty awesome snack board filled with plenty of treats, and you’d put some beer and wine on ice too. 

You just wished you’d be able to enjoy it a little more. Normally you’d be super excited and bursting with energy but honestly you just felt drained. Your throat had been sore all day and now it on the verge of hurting, that in combination with frequent headaches, chills and seeming endless sniffles it was safe to say you weren’t exactly bubbly for tonight. For now, though, you were enjoying the silence, well near silence - Alex was humming a tune in the other room as the shower came to temperature. 

A friendly knock the door came soon enough, and you pulled yourself from the sofa, grimacing a little at the surge of dizziness it sent through your body. You made sure to put on a smile as you opened the door. 

“Y/N! Hi!” Kara beamed, pulling you into a hug before you could object - it’s fine. It’s not like you could get her sick anyway. Lena smiled beside her, and you offered her a hug too, albeit very brief. 

“Hey you two.” You welcomed, your voice coming our raspier then intended, “Alex is here too, she’s just showering.” You added seeing Kara’s eyes looking around for her. 

You stepped aside to let the two of them in, Kara bounced in, instantly sneaking over to eat an Oreo from the snacks. Lena also came in, but she hesitated a little, her eyes seemed to be looking over you, her face unreadable. Maybe if you’d had a chance to think you could’ve realised what she was thinking but- 

“Hh’itshu!” You quickly ducked down into your elbow with a sudden sneeze and when you’d pulled your head back up, Lena’s expression had changed again but she said nothing, only reaching over to gently rub your shoulder. 

“Bless you.” 

“Thanks, Lena," you replied with a grateful smile, touched by her caring gesture. You led her into the living room where Kara was already helping herself to some more snacks, her eyes shining with excitement. You couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing you wouldn't be able to match her enthusiasm tonight. 

You coughed a little as you sat back down, quickly masking it by clearing your throat, “So, what did you two bring to play this time?”  

“Well, we didn’t know exactly what to bring, Kara wanted to do Twister but considering how that ended last time.” She trailed off with a laugh as the Kyrptonian giggled, “So we went with the classics: monopoly, pictonary and such.” She explained, taking off her bag and bringing out numerous board games. 

You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of the Twister mishap from the last game night. It had been hilarious to watch Kara accidentally bend the Twister mat into a pretzel shape with her super strength. 

As you all settled around the coffee table, the board games spread out before you, the three of you fell into friendly conversation as you waited for Alex. The water had stopped a few minutes ago so she was probably just changing. 

“So, anything exciting out there today Supergirl?” You asked Kara, prompting her to go into a spiel about some bad guys she’d taken care of. About half-way through Lena went to go get everyone a drink and whilst you tried to pay attention to the happily babbling blonde, you couldn’t help but get distracted by an insistent itching in your sinuses. 

It was hard to ignore and you’d honestly tried to hold it back as to not interrupt her but it had gotten the better of you as you weakly threw up your hand to tell her to pause before bending to the side as you muffled two quick sneezes into your arm, “Hh’itshoo! Hh-Hh’tshiew! Ugh, sorry Kara, excuse me.” 

“Oh, bless you! Someone’s certainly sneezy today.” She smiled, hopefully oblivious as she rubbed your back before continuing her story. Lena quickly returned with your drinks, and it was impossible to miss the look of sympathy in her eyes as she handed yours to you. Shit. She knew. She was always the more perceptive one out of the two.  

As if on cue, Alex had wandering in just as Kara finished her story. Her hair was still a little damp, but she was dressed in fresh comfy clothes, and she offered both women a warm embrace as she came to join everyone. 

“Kara, Lena, it’s so good to see you.” She said as she eyed the games already set out, “So I see we’re going with the classics?” 

“How was your shower sweetheart?” You coughed a little, trying to clear the frog in your throat as Alex came to sit by your side. 

As Alex settled down beside you, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, giving you a comforting squeeze. "The shower was nice, finally got all that alien goo out of my hair," she chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "You okay though? Your voice sounds worse than earlier, I was meaning to say something.” 

You paused for a second before waving off her concern, “It’s fine, don’t worry. Just a passing thing.” You excused, pretending to miss the way Lena was subtly raising her eyebrow at you. 

The evening continued with the four of you playing board games, laughing, and having a good time despite your declining energy. Alex seemed to be enjoying herself, and you were grateful for her presence, knowing she could always lift your spirits. 

As the night wore on, you couldn't ignore the increasing discomfort in your throat and the persistent sneezing and sniffles. You tried to downplay it, not wanting to ruin the fun for everyone else, but it was becoming more challenging to hide. 

During a one of the breaks between games, Lena excused herself to the restroom and Alex left to pour herself another drink. Kara took the opportunity to lean in, her super hearing having caught your last 3 stifled sneezes you’d managed to hide from the rest of the group. "Y/N, are you sure you're feeling alright? You sound really congested to me and I was blaming that on my hearing, but you've been sneezing a lot too.” 

Double Shit. You knew Lena wouldn’t say anything about it, she was one to stay back and silently offer comfort when needed. But Kara was different, she’d actively want to help, and attention was the last thing you wanted right now.  

Tonight, was about having fun together, not a group nursing session. Not only that, but you also wanted tonight to be a break for Alex too, becoming Director of the DEO was taking a lot out of her and you wanted her to be able to relax and not have to worry about her girlfriend’s silly cold. 

“Kara, it’s fine.” You tried to give her a genuine smile, “I’m a little congested but it's just the weather changing, that’s all. Please don’t worry about it.” 

Despite your insistence that you were just dealing with seasonal changes, Kara didn't look entirely convinced. Her brow furrowed with concern as she studied you closely, her super senses probably giving her a clear indication that something was off. You knew it was futile to hide anything from her, but you didn't want to disrupt the fun-filled evening. 

Kara opened her mouth to say something, but just then, Alex returned with her drink in hand, and Lena followed suit, returning from the restroom. The momentary distraction gave you a chance to change the subject, and you steered the conversation toward another board game, hoping to divert Kara's attention. 

"Hey, let's play Uno next! That's always a blast," you suggested with a smile, grabbing the box and setting it up. Everyone agreed, and soon you were all immersed in the hilarity of how awful Lena was at Uno, the laughter filling the room once again. 

As the game progressed, you couldn't help but sneeze a couple more times, despite trying to stifle them. Kara glanced at you each time, her worry evident, but she respected your wish not to make a fuss. The evening went on with games and snacks, and you kept pushing through, even as your symptoms seemed to worsen. 

At one point, you excused yourself to blow your nose in the bathroom, and when you returned, you found Alex talking quietly to Kara and Lena, her expression a mix of concern and determination. They all fell silent when you re-entered the room, but you pretended not to notice. 

The four of you continued playing for a few minutes before Alex offered to refill everyone's drinks. She quickly brought Kara and Lena another wine and went over to grab a beer for the two of you. 

It was when she went to pour yours into a glass that she had an idea. She reached into the cupboard and took out a labelled bottle and took a moment to slip some cold medicine into your glass. It wasn’t a lot by any means, just enough to take the edge off. It was something you’d done for her in the past. Alex wasn't the type to confront you in front of others, but she wanted to make sure you had some relief. 

When she returned, she handed you the drink with a loving smile, "Here you go, love. Stay hydrated." She said warmly, brushing her fingers softly against yours briefly as you accepted the glass gratefully. You couldn't help but smile at Alex's thoughtfulness, appreciating her discreet gesture to help ease your discomfort. Taking a sip from the glass, you subtly noticed the slight taste of the medicine, and you felt a glimmer of relief already. 

You reached out and squeezed her hand, letting her know that you knew about what she’d done, and she leant over to kiss your forehead in reply. 

It was a small, private moment of connection between you and Alex, and it brought you comfort knowing that she cared for you and wanted to help in her own way. With the cold medicine starting to take effect, you began to feel a bit more relieved, and you were able to enjoy the rest of the evening without feeling as drained. 

As the night continued, you all played more games, laughed, and shared stories. Kara and Lena, though concerned, respected your desire to not make a big deal out of your illness and kept the mood light and enjoyable. Alex stayed by your side, offering her silent support. 

Eventually, it was time for Kara and Lena to head back home, “You need to learn to look after yourself properly.” Lena had whispered quietly as Kara and Alex were saying goodbye, “Tonight was fun though, I hope you feel better, if you need anything don’t hesitate to call.” 

“Thanks Lena, I will.” You smiled as she pulled you into a hug before going to take Kara’s hand. With a final round of hugs and goodbyes, Kara and Lena left for the night. After bidding them goodbye, you and Alex cleaned up the game boards and snacks. As you both settled into bed, Alex wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. 

"You're so stubborn, you know," Alex teased gently, kissing the top of your head. "You should've told me earlier that you weren't feeling well." 

You let out a soft chuckle, burying your face in the crook of her neck. "I didn't want to spoil the night for everyone. Besides, I had you taking care of me anyway." 

Alex chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. "You don't always have to be the strong one, I'm here for you, no matter what. Next time, just let me know, okay?" 

You nodded as she pulled the back of your neck towards her, her soft lips came to meet yours as she kissed you. You wished that moment could’ve lasted forever but you had to pull away to duck away as you sneezed, “You better not complain when you catch this.” You laughed as she pulled you closer again. 

“I would never.” 

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The Escape - Part 29

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You wake up with a horrendous headache banging against your skull, your eyes feel sore as well and your mouth's as dry as the desert. You try to orientate yourself but you sit in complete darkness and it takes you some time until your eyes finally get used to the shapes and forms around you. You seem to be kidnapped and tied again, unable to move. You can just guess that is what happened again, feeling iron shackles around your hands and your feet. You realize now that you are also laying down and not sitting. Someone has even made the effort to bind you to a table or a bed. It feels rather soft, but with the gag in your mouth and the tied arms not comfortable at all. You cannot scream or say anything, it dawns on you that the gag in your mouth is the very reason for your mouth feeling so dry. You try to wiggle and move around but you feel that you are just wasting your energy, your body does not move at all and it just intensifies the thirst you are feeling in your throat. 

“Long time no see…!”, you can hear a dark, familiar voice which sends a shiver through your spine. You know exactly who this voice belongs to - you had an encounter with this very pirate while you were still with the Snowland pirates. 

Some candles are lit and you can make out the fur coat around broad shoulders, the glimmering of the cigar on the right side of the mouth. The golden hook on his hand shimmers in the sparingly light. He laughs, seemingly enjoying you being unable to say anything or to move. 

“Y/n, where are your manners, do you wanna say hi?”

He stands now in front of you, bending over you, taking the gag out of your mouth with a swift motion of his left hand. 

“Crocodile!”, you stutter breathlessly. “Why..?”

“Why am I here? Why did I kidnap you from that clueless clown? What are your plans? I am sure you have so many questions. But for now you will need to wait a bit longer and shut up. I don't feel like talking..!”, he laughs again his dark laugh and you shiver, feeling not only cold but scared, knowing how unpredictable he is. 

“Where is Buggy? Where is my crew?”, you try to yell at him, before he pushes the gag back into your mouth. He is so forceful that tears are starting to rise up in your eyes. 

“Don't worry, the idiot of a captain is fine. In fact, if you want to know one little hint of why you are here…” 

Crocodile leans close to your face, you can smell the scent of his cigars and a faint hint of dusty sand. 

“He sold you to me, so he could get your bounty which, we can both agree on, is quite a lot at this point..”

You are screaming muffled against your gag. He is telling you lies. Why would Buggy do that? Why would anybody from the pirate crew who has defended you until now suddenly turn your back on to you? 

Crocodile's eyes blink at you, he smiles his sly grin and steps away from you, back into the darkness you found yourself in. 

“I will let you lay here again for a bit longer, suffering in your own doubts. I will be back later and then we can have a chat. If you behave..” 

You can hear his dark laughter as he leaves the room and you alone with your fear. How was it possible that you were abducted from the ship? Wasn't it your safe place where no one could harm you. You try to remember how you got here - as you left your room, standing in the hall of the ships belly, the sudden sharp pain on your head. How did someone who could hurt you get on the ship? Or were they there all along…? Fear spreads through your guts, you feel as insecure and doubtful as back in the days when everyone was against you and only Luffy was your friend. You close your eyes, thinking of Buggy. He would never do this. Never betray you. In the last weeks he had already proven to you how much you mean to him and how many times he had protected you. You try to move again, but the shackles simply won't come off. Crocodile was not a person known to be careless. You met him once when you were still sailing with the Snowland pirates and stopped your ship at a smaller island in the East Blue. Crocodile was not a pirate anymore but just a normal corrupt casino owner and a warlord of the sea. You as well as everyone else knew that he was not to be trusted and his casino business was probably just means of money laundering, but since no one was able to prove this, people could only accept his presence on their islands. 

When you first met him, one of your former crew members made fun of his hook and the scar on his face - ending deathly for this poor fellow. You have seen the cruelty of your captor and you decided to play it smart to make sure to escape alive. While you lay there in the dark, waiting for Crocodile to come back you worried about Buggy, you sincerely hoped he was able to escape and on his way to rescue you..

[scaryscarecrows]

Can You Sew Them Shut?

Jason comes to with a splitting headache and the taste of vomit in his mouth. Hesitant tongue exploration turns up a stray chunk of last night’s dinner in his cheek and he spits it out, gagging. Where is he? He vaguely remembers finding a body, but after that…everything’s a blank.

“You’re awake.” Crane’s voice, all scratchy dead insects and clinical disinterest, tugs at something in the back of his aching head. The body. Scarecrow victim, it must have been, but he doesn’t…something about it… “Apologies for the concussion, but your helmet proved to be a nuisance.”

“Hrm…?”

A straw rams against his lips and he turns his head away. There’s an irritated sigh but the straw withdraws.

“Your discomfort is not my concern,” Crane says. “But that’s likely to be the last water you get for a few days. Last chance to reconsider?”

Jason blinks. Works his tongue up and down before prying his lips apart and rasping, “Bend over and I’ll show you where you can put it.”

“Well, at least you didn’t suffer a personality change,” Crane says lightly. There’s the sound of a glass being set down, a squeak, and then wow that is a bright light shining down on him. “Your vitals are steady, you’re largely unharmed…sure you don’t want the water?”

“You’ll need it when I get out of here,” Jason snarls. That might be a bit. The restraints are good and there’s what feels like a metal clamp or something resting on the right side of his face. If he breathes, he can feel more metal on the top of his head and just kissing below his chin. “I’d start running.”

Crane smiles at him and leans forward, resting his long, thin hands on the armrests of the chair Jason’s sitting in.

“You’re going to be an interesting study,” he says. “I’ve been wondering, you see, how much fear will override self-preservation. I’ve had self-maimings, of course–very common in cases of entomophobia–but what about something a little more pressing?” He looks Jason up and down. “You are the perfect subject. You’ve been exposed before, so I don’t have to worry about unaccounted for reactions, and worst case scenario, I can use you to keep Batman at bay if he shows up.”

“He doesn’t give two shits about me, Crane.”

“I never suggested otherwise.” Crane pats his arm and straightens up. “Let’s not worry about Batman, hmm? Now, my stitches pale in comparison to Kitty’s, so I will leave you in her capable hands while I gather my supplies.”

“What?”

But Crane’s already gone and stepping through the door is Kitty Richardson. She’s dragging an operating cart behind her and Jason can’t help it, his heart picks up the pace and his vision narrows and that goddamn squeaky wheel no no no no–

“Jonathan does not want you being put under for this,” she announces happily. “But he does want me giving you a local so’s you stay still. Like this isn’t enough, but fine.”

The cart stops and before Jason can say anything (Richardson’s easy to antagonize, he could turn that to his favor), the metal above his head and below his chin starts to squeeze, closing his jaw and tightening until his teeth are ground together just shy of cracking.

“That’ll keep you from biting me.” She twists around to the cart and picks up a syringe. “Hope you’re not allergic…deep breaths, sweetie.”

He tries to pull his head away and can’t. All he can do is go cross-eyed as she spreads her fingers across his lips, pulling them taut, and injects whatever’s in that syringe into the top one. Then she lets him go and he tries to at least muster up the saliva to spit at her, but he can’t even get his jaw apart.

“That won’t take long.” She drops the syringe onto the cart and he flinches. She laughs at him. “Make you nervous? Don’t worry. This won’t hurt.”

He doesn’t give her the satisfaction of attempting a reply. He’s not sure he can, honestly: numbness has overtaken his lips and they don’t seem to want to move when he tries.

Richardson hooks her foot around a stool and pulls it over, hops onto it, and spends a few minutes adjusting it until she can lean over his face.

“I keep telling him this is mine…nice and numb?” He sees her poke his lips, but all it feels like is a dull sensation. Pressure against his teeth. “There. Try not to move too much, I need these to be straight.”

Need what–no. No, no, no.

She’s got a needle and thread, like she’s going to stitch him up, and he realizes what she’s about to do.

No–please no–

He tries to rattle in the restraints, to free his head, to do something. But they’ve got him down tight, and there’s nothing stopping her from piercing the corner of his mouth, poking out of his top lip and diving into the lower one, and then pulling the thread straight through.

It doesn’t hurt. It feels, sort of, but there’s no pain. Pain would be preferable. Pain would give him something besides this unimaginable helplessness.

“Mmph!”

“Shh. Only six more, you can handle six little stitches. I’ve seen some of those injuries of yours, six stitches is nothing and I’m not even touching your eyelids.”

Eyelids. That’s the last piece of the body, he remembers. They’d been torn to shreds, with bits of thread visible at the corners and he couldn’t for the life of him–

Another stitch. The thread’s rough and he can just taste it mingling with his bile-and-bulgogi-flavored saliva and God, stop…

“Little bleeding…” Richardson murmurs, dabbing at his mouth with a towel. “There we go…not bad…ready for another one?”

“Mm–”

“Never known you to be so quiet, Hood. Cat got your tongue?” She cackles but her hands are still so, so steady and Jesus, God, anyone… “Between you and me, the real reason Jonathan hasn’t got everything ready yet is because this bit makes him squeamish. No problem watching a man claw his eyeballs out, but stitches? He hates watching those. Three down, four to go…”

He’s going to be sick. He can’t be sick, there’s nowhere for it to go and he’ll choke and die but maybe that’s better, maybe…

“You really should have accepted the water, because I’m not risking you ruining my hard work for that.” Poke-poke-pull. “Four. Here. I’ll leave more of a gap here so you can get a straw through if you really need to.” More blotting. Jason thinks he’s shaking but he can’t be sure. “Over halfway, now, let me just…” Poke-poke. “Scar tissue…hold still.” Poke-POKE-pull. “Five. There we go.”

She scootches the stool to a new angle and leans over him again, tongue between her teeth. Jason’s vision is swimming and his stomach is churning and maybe this isn’t happening. A dream, a bad dream.

“I’ll have to leave you in the clamp,” Richardson continues in that horrible chatty tone. “Until the local wears off and Jonathan’s ready for you. If you rip these out, I can’t really redo them and that’s more hassle than we want right now. Six. One more.”

He breathes. He can’t throw up, he can’t.

Poke-poke-pull.

There’s mild tugging–a knot being made, he realizes in horror–and then a snip-snip and then she’s drawing back, dropping her supplies and popping her back.

“There! Not bad, if I do say so myself.” She beams at him and pats his cheek, fingers freezing against the brand on his skin. “I am going to get a snack. Jonathan might be back in a few minutes, I dunno, but don’t worry, we’ll be around if you need something.”

She leaves and Jason heaves, bile lurching up his throat and he can’t he can’t he can’t.

He doesn’t. He swallows it back down, shuddering, and tries to breathe. The light hurts. He can feel the thread in his lips, feel the knots at the corners of his mouth a-a-and–

Why can’t he stop shaking?

He forces shallow, rapid breaths through his nose and tries to see something, anything that could help him. There’s nothing. Nothing but his shaking hands and that too-bright light and the cart, just out of his line of sight.

It’s a low cart. Means that if he really rolls his eyeballs, he can see what’s on it. Syringes, a towel, thread, a red needle.

The realization that that’s his blood makes his stomach heave again and he yanks his eyes away. His throat feels tight, like someone’s squeezing it, and he can’t see right; everything’s tinged with shadows.

Jason hasn’t wished for Batman to save him in years. But he’s not sure how he’s going to get out of this. Surely Bruce won’t leave him if he shows up, right? Maybe. Maybe Jason can be, like…collateral rescue or something.

Please…please, somebody.

Please.

THE END

[shelly-ya]

FRUSTRATION 2

"Yeah I just left her in the room. That woman needs proper sex Mikey she is too frustrated. What even is that idiot souya kawata even doing? You told me to leave her to him but he isn't even fucking her right" he continued on the phone in the elevator. "Yeah talk to him maybe I'll show him how to fuck the woman I always loved properly." He gritted into to the receiver of his phone. "In the elevator no signal talk later" he sighed hitting the emergency stop button and dropping to the floor. " I always loved you. But I was so unstable I could have hurt you back then. I'm sorry I left you to that dumb idiot." He sank down trying to collect himself again. For the full frustration pt one check Here. I know I said it was a ran comfort before but souya is taking his woman back.

It was a new day and your head was pounding a mile a minute.

"Someone turn of the jackhammer in my head it's driving me crazy" groaning you pushed yourself up and let the covers fall off your body. "I know I look worse than how I feel." You whispered trying to bring yourself back to the world of the living. Looking around you, you realized you were definitely not home in your bedroom. *oh yeah spent the night in a hotel* You thought pushing yourself to get up. Looking at the bed side table you see a note on a tray that had pills in a bottle and a covered glass of water.

*had reception bring you something for you headache this morning. Take two pills and keep the bottle. Will drive your car home for you. Take a shower and have reception call you a taxi home.

Haitani ran*

Crumbling the note you looked at the aspirin bottle for a few minutes before taking the pills and throwing the bottle in your open purse on the sofa. Stripping you hit the showers and washed the night off your skin. Suddenly you remembered the kiss. The way he said fuck it, the way he pressed you to kiss him back. The way you asked him to kiss you again.

"WHAT?!! DID I CHEAT?" You screamed in a panic also remembering that haitani ran pushed you away and ordered you to lock the door after he left. "Oh thank God. Now that is a gentleman" you whispered. Climbing out of the shower you dressed back in the same clothes you had wore last night and made sure you had everything of yours before going back down to the lobby to check out. During the process you decided to pull out your phone to check of you had any missed calls which amounted to zero. Disheartened you did open the one unread message.

*stay where you are I'll come for you* You read the message over and over again. Wait souya said he was coming for me when? Checking the time it was sent this morning

"MAMA" You heard your child's voice behind you. Turning you were tackled to the ground by your toddler who was laughing and hugging you. Rubbing their face into your chest. Your phone fell from your hand and slid across the floor and stopped just short of familiar sneakers "Mama missed you" c/name giggled

"Missed you to baby" hugging the kid back.

"Oi oi mama had a busy night let's get mama up." You heard your husband's voice spotting him bending to pick up your phone first, you looked up to see his usual angry expression. His fluffy blue hair the only thing that made him look soft. Helping you up you still held onto your child as a he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Missed you" he whispered pushing your kid's face onto your shoulder and pecking your lips quickly.

"Missed you to souya." You whispered a bit guilty from your escapade last night. Looking away slightly you felt his fingers under your chin tilting your face back to him gently. He passed his thumb on your lower lip and held your gaze completely. "Souya..?"

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing mama, I love you" he breathed out softly. Taken completely by surprise it was so long since you ever heard him say those three words. You stare wide eyes at his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes mouth agape. Shaking your head slightly when you felt your child move around to push their head up against souya's hand to see what was going on.

"Papa let go!" C/name whined pushing his hand away with their tiny hands. You visibly see souya winced from the small contact.

"Baby?"

"Yes mama?" C/name answered you

"Oh not you baby. I meant papa," you corrected the child. "What happened to your left Hand papa?" He hid his hand in his pocket before you can see what was wrong with it.

"Excuse me the bill has already been taken care of. Would I be assuming you won't need that taxi?" The receptionist asked politely

"Yeah you're right to assume thank you for everything" you confirmed and started for the exit. You walked behind souya as he led the way out and you continued holding onto your child. Staring at the all too familiar back you always chased behind when you were in middle school. He didn't even remove his hand from his jean pocket almost as he didn't want you seeing it for some strange reason. *did something happen? Did he loose his wedding ring?* You wondered.

"Mama, mama did papa tell you? I'm gonna spend the weekend with uncle hoya." C/ name exclaimed excitedly.

"What? souya?" You exclaimed

"Yes mama?" He said pulling the car keys from his pocket *my chance to see* you eyed his hand but he turned himself in order to hide it with his body.

"Nahoya really?" You questioned

"He's my brother mama you know he will want to spend time with c/name" he exasperated

"I don't mind but papa the weekend? If he puts our child on a motorbike I will kill him" you warned while opening the back door of your family van to strap your child to the car seat.

"He won't. You ate already? We can stop for something on the way to brother's and how is your hangover? Do you need aspirin?" He questioned as he slid into the driver seat and buckled up waiting for you to jump in the back next to your child.

"I got a bottle of aspirin in my bag and I could use something to eat."

"Ok gonna get you something to eat and then to uncle hoya!" He hyped your child as c/name pumped their fist in the air and yelled hurray. As souya started the engine you didn't realise how sleepy you were until you leaned on the window and closed your eyes. You felt every stop he made and you even heard him occasionally go "shh mama is sleeping" everytime c/name made a little too much fuss. You heard him order you favourite take out and even heard when he pulled into a driveway blinking away the sleepiness slightly.

"Are we home?"

"No mama we're at brother's dropping off c/name and then we are going home. Go back to sleep" he whispered pushing his hand past the already vacant car seat to pat your hair down. Catching a glimpse of his palm and his wedding ring.

"Hmm ok" closing your eyes again. *if he didn't loose his ring then what?* you felt when the car shook slightly then started again. Pulling out of the driveway and headed in another direction.

"Baby?" You whispered eyes still closed

"Yeah my love?"

"what about the shop?"

"Don't worry we decided to take a much needed break. What about your car wanna go pick it up at the club and drive home?"

"Nah the owner of the club said he would have it sent home. A... what's his name again. Haitani something...." You mumbled

"Rindou?"

"No a next name"

"Ran?"

"Yeah that person"

"Well once it's one of them your car is safe" he gritted out. You felt the car turn into a drive way.

"We're home babe come on get inside and eat something" he whispered opening his door to go inside. He picked up the bag with the take out he just bought and closed his door shut.

"Yeah coming" you said jumping out of the car and closing the door shut. You hear the *beep beep* of the alarm arming and you drifted in behind your husband as he unlocked the front door. Stepping aside for you to walk in first you staggered in as he sauntered in behind you. You struggled to pull your shoes off but after sometime they came off with ease. During the whole process you could practically feel the stare on your ass as you bend over to pull off the other. Hearing the clink of his keys falling in the ceramic bowl you have at the front door. The crackle of the plastic bag from the take out and soft thud you assumed he placed the takeout on the table next to the ceramic key bowl also he still has your phone so he probably placed both his and your phones to charge. You felt his presence close behind you as you straighten yourself to place your shoes on the shoe rack next to you and removing your house slipper from the rack and slipped them on. You assumed he was removing his sneakers as you turned to take the food and head into your home.

Feeling his hands on your waist pulling you back to his chest. His head dipped to your neck. Leaving kisses along your exposed skin.

"S-souya..." You whined moving your head to give him the room he needed to worship your neck. His right hand moved up slowly cupping your breast. "Food need food" he gave a harsh squeeze letting the flesh of your breast filter through his fingers

"Mine" he growled, "all fucking mine" his left hand found your clothed core as he cupped but then released almost as quickly wincing slightly as he continued to assault your neck. Maybe he hoped you didn't notice but you did.

"Souya kawata you better show me that hand of yours" you pulled away from him to face him directly. Looking away he pulled his hand up for you to see. His knuckles were bruised and swollen. "Oh god what happened?" Shocked you covered your mouth

"Don't worry about it let's go to the bedroom and make love" he insisted by grabbing your hand to take you to the bedroom.

"Wait my food" you grabbed at the bag as you both passed the food on your way inside. "Kitchen" you said pulling to go to the kitchen to put away your precious cargo. He followed close behind opening the fridge to put away the food. "Let me get ice for..." he didn't let you finish. He was on your neck again.

"You on the pill?" He asked in your neck.

"No remember I had to stop because of the side effects it had on me" you tried opening the freezer to get the ice pack.

"Forget the fucking ice. I want you now" he turned you around and pushed you harshly on the fridge. Hiking your dress up and his leg rubbed your cunt. To say this side of him didn't turn you on was lie you were beginning to drip uncontrollably.

"Souya.... ah... ah... ngh" your hands fisted in his t shirt as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. Kissing along your jaw and finally claiming your lips. Grabbing your legs it was a silent command to wrap your legs around his waist. To which you complied also wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he continued to your shared room. Breaking the kiss to breath a little as he opened the doorknob after some difficulty. "Condom?"

"I'm fucking you raw, time to try for the twins" he said finally getting the door open and slamming it shut with his foot. The sound of the head board continuously slamming against the wall and you screaming souya's name was heard through out the house. Thank God you were not living in an apartment complex to disrupt the neighbours.

Later that evening...

The doorbell rang out of the blue while you and souya were enjoying the afterglow of your love session in each others arms. You still insisted you wanted to put ice on his hand but he kept insisting it was fine.

"You rest baby I'll check who it is" souya whispered as his kissed your forehead and put on his robe. He left the room but it was taking him a while to return so you decided to check on him. You donned your robe and snuck to the hall.

"Thanks for bringing her car." You heard souya say to the visitor.

"No worries." You recognised the voice of the haitani brother from last night. Getting closer to them you listened in on them.

"The next time you kiss my wife again be sure to get ready to die. Mikey won't be able to save you again" souya warned as he started closing the door. As the door was shutting you caught a glimpse of haitani ran with a split lip as he looked at you with mixed emotions. You saw his eyes light up at your presence and then grow dark as he saw the marks that was showing on your exposed skin until the door closed with a silent click.

"Hey baby about that food I'm hungry let's Eat and go again" souya whispered as held you close to him. Smiling at him with the uncertainty Of smiles.

"Yes my love" watching as his usual angry expression soften to a small smile.

The end

@angelsdevils @stxrmylxve

[naesarangyunho]

Ok!- Yangyang of NCT/WayV

[I don't own these images credits to the original owners]

NSFW MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Yangyang spends the night out drinking with his ex and only stumbles home to his girlfriend the next morning. Somehow their argument turns into Yangyang bending her over the kitchen counter.

Contains: kinda toxic relationship, arguing, mentions of alcohol but Yangyang is sober when he gets home-just pretty hungover, Yangyang is a bit of an ass, jealousy fueled angry sex, dirty talk, they cheer up toward the end

A/N: I was inspired to write this because of the way I had interpreted OK! by NCT U. I'm sure people have their own interpretations of it but for me I thought of it as them saying their partner wants to leave them and them cockily saying Ok! Since they know for a fact and are confident that she can't.

Yangyang stumbled into his apartment, slamming the door carelessly behind him.

He clutched his head; had all that drinking truly been a good idea?

He looked up and saw his girlfriend sitting on the sofa, staring directly at him. She was visibly pissed off.

"Hey." Was all he said before making his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, dragging his bare feet along the wooden floors as he went.

His girlfriend scoffed aloud, standing up and following him to the kitchen.

" 'Hey' is all you have to say for yourself?"

He ignored her, chugging water.

"Yangyang!"

"What!?" He spun around, his empty water glass in his hand.

She looked taken aback and absolutely livid, "You have no right to yell at me! It's eight o'clock in the morning. Where the hell were you last night?"

Yangyang looked like he wanted to crush the glass in his hands yet carefully placed it on the countertop and took a deep breath in an attempt to shove his growing anger down.

"Am I not allowed to go out and drink with a friend?"

"Of course you are but I had no fucking clue where you were, Yangyang! You didn't call! You didn't text! I didn't get even a fucking word from you, Yangyang!" She yelled, stepping closer to him.

Yangyang clenched and unclenched his jaw, "I don't have to tell you everything, y/n."

"But I'm not asking you to! I'm asking you to be a decent boyfriend and at least give me a heads up that you're not coming home."

He rolled his eyes and cursed in German under his breath; all this yelling was hurting his hangover.

"Real fucking mature, Yangyang. I might not speak German but I know just enough to know you're swearing at me."

Yangyang ignored her and didn't apologise.

She felt her anger grow impossibly.

"Who were you even with? If it was Ten he would have at least texted me." She snapped at him.

Yangyang avoided eye contact with her.

She glared daggers him, "Who the fuck were you with?"

He still didn't respond, turning to leave instead.

She nearly growled at him, "You were with her, weren't you? You were with that bitch again weren't you!?"

Yangyang spun around, his gaze so sharp she nearly winced, "So fucking what if I was? How many times do I have to tell you we're just friends?"

"She's your ex! You used to fuck her!"

Yangyang snapped and slammed his hand down on the counter, "Yeah? And now I'm fucking you! Does it fucking matter?"

She stepped closer to him until they were face to face.

"Of course it does! How would you feel if I went drinking all night with Yuta? I mean he's only my ex, right?" She yelled into his face.

Yangyang practically growled at her when she mentioned Yuta.

She laughed but there was no humour in her laughter, "Exactly."

Yangyang took another deep breath, his tongue tucked into his cheek.

Eventually he just rolled his eyes again and took a step back from her, trying to act nonchalant but y/n could see how anger was basically simmering beneath his skin.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm going to bed, y/n. You're worsening my headache."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief.

She lurched forward and grabbed his arm, "I can't fucking believe you."

He ripped his arm from her grip, his lip curled in distaste and he turned to leave again.

She let out a growl of frustration and spun on the spot, tugging at her own hair.

She turned to face his direction again with a glare.

"You know what, Yangyang? I'm done! Enjoy your bitch, I'll come fetch my things later." She spat at his back through gritted teeth.

Yangyang turned around with an empty laugh, stopping her in her tracks.

He glared at her, his eyebrows raised.

"You wanna leave me? Ok! Fucking do it! I dare you!" He yelled at her.

She was at a loss for words as he stepped right up to her, his face only inches from hers.

He lowered his voice to a whisper, "We both know you'll just come running right back to me, baby."

He accompanied the 'baby' with a poke to her chest.

He took a step back and gave her a cocky grin, biting his lip and raising his eyebrows.

She looked at him, her chest heaving but she felt anger slowly start turning into something else entirely as she took in his face, facial expression, his dishevelled brown hair, his oversized t-shirt and ripped jeans.

She looked him up and down, biting her lip subconsciously before her eyes once again settled on that cocky grin.

She felt her stomach flip.

He noticed the way her angry demeanour had faltered and crept slowly toward her, backing her into the kitchen counter.

"Can't do it can you?" He murmured, leaning his face towards her, a smirk still plastered on his face.

Y/n so badly didn't want to prove him right but her skin was on fire, her heart was racing and she was so unnecessarily aroused.

She gulped as he placed a hand on the countertop on each side of her, caging her in with his muscular dancer's arms.

Her breath had picked up and despite his cocky demeanour, she could see how his lips had parted and how his breathing had become shaky too and she knew that he was just aroused as she was.

They just stared at each other, Yangyang's gaze smouldering.

His nose was nearly brushing hers and she could feel his warm breath fan across her lips.

He looked down at her parted lips, biting his bottom lip before dragging his gaze back up to her eyes once more.

The sexual tension between them was growing at an alarming rate and she was about ready to jump his bones before she realised that she would be proving him right and she'd be damned if she let him win.

She tore her eyes away from his hooded eyes and parted lips with great difficulty and shoved him off of her with a huff of frustration.

He stumbled back from the force of her push and she turned to run from the room but he had regained his balance and grabbed her by the hand, spun her around and crushed their lips together.

She tried to push him again, her hands beating against his chest but he pulled her closer and against him by her hips and the feeling of his warm hands on her body had her foolishly and helplessly caving in.

She grabbed his hair with one hand, pulling him closer and tilted her head up to kiss the taller boy properly. Her other hand had wrapped around him to rest on his shoulder blade, holding him tight against her and feeling the muscles move beneath her fingers.

He kissed her fiercely, all the anger from earlier fueling the kiss.

She kissed back just as roughly, her fingers pulling at his hair.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she brushed her tongue against his before sucking on it. He moaned into her mouth and tilted her head to further deepen the kiss.

The noise of their lips and tongues meeting as they kissed turned the both of them on even further.

Her hand that was resting on his shoulder slid down his body and into his back pocket, pulling him against her.

He groaned at the feeling of her hand on his ass and gripped her by the thighs and lifted her onto the kitchen counter.

He stood between her legs, one hand on her hip with his fingers digging into the skin and his other hand was on the side of her neck under her jaw, his thumb resting on her windpipe.

She arched her back and pressed her chest into his. Both her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs hooked around his now, trying to pull him even closer to her.

He nipped at her lips and it was driving her crazy. She broke the kiss, panting as she grabbed the hem of his shirt.

He lifted his arms and helped her tug it off of him, exposing his toned body and soft skin to her.

She bit her lip, her pupils dilated as she glanced at his body. Without thinking twice her mouth was on his neck, collar bones and chest. She placed open-mouthed kisses all over him, her warm tongue on his skin driving him insane.

He threw his head back in pleasure, almost panting at this point, as her mouth slid over his nipples.

He lifted a hand, pushed her hair from her neck and bent his head to press a kiss to the shell of her ear.

He felt her shiver in his hands and smirked as he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot behind her ear and then bit her neck, dragging his teeth along the skin with just enough pressure to make her whimper.

He sucked and licked at her neck and collarbones, leaving marks as he went.

She was a panting mess and had long since stopped kissing his neck to instead lean her head back to give him more room to work.

He nibbled at her neck once more before capturing her lips in a heated kiss once again.

She whimpered into the kiss as she felt his hand on her throat again.

He pulled back for a second, panting and his heart racing.

"You're so fucking hot." He murmured against her lips.

She hummed in response, taking his bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it.

He felt his jeans tighten even more and groaned.

He reached down and tugged at the hem of her nightdress, pulling it up and over her head, exposing her body to him.

He took in her beautiful skin and her perfect breasts, their nipples hard and her chest heaving.

He ran his hands up her stomach, watching with satisfaction as goosebumps rose on her skin where ever his fingers traced.

She reached down, grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.

He smirked at her and leaned in to press his mouth against the shell of her ear, "You're very demanding for someone who just told me she's leaving me."

She growled at him, "Shut up."

He just raised a dark eyebrow at her.

She gave him a look, "I could still leave if you want me to, although,"

She reached a hand down to grab his hard crotch, "I have a feeling you don't want me to."

He bucked into her hand involuntarily and gulped.

It was her turn to smirk at him.

He glared at her, leaned his head down and bit the sensitive skin of her breast.

She hissed and he grinned against her skin before kissing the spot instead, his kisses traveling along the curve of her breast until her hardened nipple.

He latched onto it, sucking and licking at it and taking pride in the moans and whimpers that left her mouth.

She was pulling at his hair and arching her back, pushing her boobs into his face.

He pushed his face into them, loving the feeling of her warm skin.

She reached between them to try and undo his jeans. Yangyang realised what she was trying to do and removed his face from her breasts to help her.

He yanked his jeans down and off, only left in his boxers now.

Y/n smirked as she noticed the mess the front of his boxers were in.

"Oh shut the fuck up." Yangyang groaned.

She laughed and tugged on the waistband, "Be a good boy and take these off, too."

He rolled his eyes at her words but did it anyways, exposing himself to her hungry eyes.

He looked at her flushed face for a moment before reaching forward to tug at her panties.

She lifted her hips to help him and only a moment later she was fully exposed to him also, her ass resting on the cool counter top.

He stepped back from her and knocked her thighs apart.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he cupped her in his hand.

"Hmm. Look how wet you are, baby. Do you like me being nasty to you?"

She glared at him despite the way her stomach had fluttered.

"Shut up and fuck me already."

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, running his tongue over her bottom lip.

She opened her mouth and kissed him back but the kiss was over all too soon as he grabbed her by the hips flipped her around and bent her over the cold countertop.

She hissed as her sensitive skin met the cool marble but her hiss of displeasure was soon replaced with a whimper as she felt her boyfriend's fingers enter her.

He pumped them in and out a few times, making sure she was ready and making her squirm in the process.

Once he was sure she was ready he wasted no time in lining his dick up with her and pushing it in in one movement.

She hissed again at the sudden, harsh movement but once more her displeasure was replaced with a moan of pleasure as he started moving.

"Oh, fuuckk." She moaned out, placing her hands on the counter in front of her to steady herself.

Yangyang groaned at just how beautifully she took him and how fucking good she felt wrapped around him like this.

She was so fucking wet that he was practically gliding in and out of her.

"Fucking hell, baby." He moaned out and she just mewled in response.

He kept a steady pace and Y/n started growing frustrated and even though her mind was clouded by pleasure she had an idea.

She wanted him to he angry again. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast.

"Jesus, Yangyang. Go faster, I'm sure even Yuta could do better than that." She managed to get out between pants.

Yangyang growled, "Are you so fucking sure about that?"

She decided to egg him on even further and nodded, "Uh huh."

Yangyang growled again before grabbing her hair and ramming into her.

He pumped in and out of her way faster and harder than before and she smirked to herself.

Then he hit her g-spot. Over and over and over again.

"Oh my god! Yangyang, fuckk."

He was sweating and panting and couldn't even formulate a response.

All he could do was moan and whimper as he grew closer and closer to climax.

Y/n's hips were hitting the counter edge over and over as he pounded into her but she didn't have a care in the world because Yangyang was making her feel so fucking good.

She was being pushed closer and closer to the edge with each thrust and she was feeling so euphoric. She knew she was being loud but she didn't care because Yangyang was being equally as loud.

"Fuck, I'm close." Yangyang managed to get out and it took her a few tries but eventually Y/n managed to let him know she was close too.

"Yangyang, oh god." Was all she got out as her orgasm suddenly hit her. And it hit hard. She was moaning his name over and over again within a mix of incoherent words and seeing stars and clenching around Yangyang's dick.

Yangyang watched her come undone and the sight of her orgasming, the cries of his name and the way she clenched around his dick shoved him right over the edge.

His hips stuttered as he came inside her with a cry.

He rode out his orgasm, hearing her whimper beneath him as she started feeling overstimulated.

After a moment he stilled his movements and collapsed forward and onto her back, his chest heaving.

"Fucking hell." He murmured as he kissed her shoulder.

"Yes. That." She panted out as she caught her breath.

"You're heavy, babe." She murmured and he kissed her shoulder once more before getting up and helping her up and letting her sit on the edge of the counter once more.

His legs felt weak but he held himself, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend, his head in her neck.

"Better than Yuta?" He murmured into the skin of her neck.

"Hmm... I don't know." She teased and she laughed as he brought his head back up to glare at her.

She slapped his chest, "Relax. Just think about the fact that Yuta has never made me cum that hard before."

He smirked at this, beyond proud of himself. He kissed her quickly.

"Am I better than her?" She quipped after a moment and he didn't even hesitate to nod and hold her close.

"So much fucking better."

She felt her heart warm up and she kissed him again. He kissed her back and not soon after his tongue was back in her mouth. She brushed her tongue against his and held him close.

He suddenly broke the kiss, "Oh. I win."

Her glare was instant, "No you fucking don't."

He bent his head to whisper in her ear, "Last I checked you were the one bent over the counter with me inside you."

She shivered but growled at him, hopping off the counter to stand in front of him, ignoring the evidence of what had just happened that was making her thighs sticky.

"That doesn't mean I lost."

He pushed her back against the counter with a smirk, "I'm sure it does."

She contemplated shoving him off but then remembered the mind blowing orgasm she had just had and just how hot her boyfriend had been. Is.

"Well, if I lost then there's no point in stopping myself then." She said as she ran her hands up his stomach and chest, letting them come to a rest on his neck.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at her with a smile.

She just smiled back at him before pulling his hips flush with hers again and kissing him.

He smirked against her mouth and picked her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Okay, but I'm taking you to the room. Your hips are probably bruising already." He said against her mouth.

"How thoughtful for someone who just now told me to leave him." She said against his.

He kissed her, "I would probably have run after you like a bitch."

"Oh, who can't leave who now?" She said with a smirk.

"Shut up." He retorted with a kiss to her lips before he threw her over his shoulder, slapped her ass and carried his now giggling girlfriend to their bedroom.

A/N: I am open to requests for fanfiction. Just let me know the idol or pairing as well as anything you'd like to have included and whether you want smut or fluff etc. You can comment or dm with your requests.

Thank you for your support💕

[winter-soldier-vibes]

I have a request for your future work. If you are comfortable writing this topic, I'd love to read it.

I have always had very bad cramps when I'm on my period. I also have PMS so I struggle with pain a week before my period starts. And It makes me think, if I could not let go of this cruel pain until menopause, I'd rather stop living. (Sorry it sounds heavy)

I want Bucky to comfort women who are struggling with serious period cramps ( Dysmenorrhea ) and PMS.

Thank you for reading my request! You can ignore this if you are not feeling right!

I love you so much❤️

Of course!!!

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PMS for Please Make it Stop

Bucky x reader

Summary: Reader suffers from severe cramps and PMS symptoms on and in between her periods. Bucky, her boyfriend, comforts her as much as he can.

Word count: 1666

Warnings: talk of everything that comes with periods, pain and cramps, PMS, fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I am so sorry that it’s so painful for you! I’ve had a lot of experience with “that time of the month” feeling completely unbearable, and I hope that this fic is helpful! I don’t know exactly what you’re going through because each person has different symptoms with different severities and time spans. I truly hope that this helps you! I’m always here to talk as a fellow person with periods and the emotions that come with them!

Tags: @mardema @buckfics @stucky-on-spiderman @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @barnesplums @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @babyboibucky

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You rolled over in bed, curling in on yourself and using your pillow to suppress a groan. It was early morning, you could tell because the sun was up but Bucky hadn’t left for his run with Steve yet. It was that time of the month again, the one you hated so goddamn much. The one every woman hated so much. But it was never just the few days of blood they had taught you about in sex ed.

You hadn’t been prepared for the cramps, bloating, mood swings, headaches, cravings, and pain…

So. Much. Pain.

You could handle blood, that wasn’t an issue for you. You had seen your share of bloodshed on the battlefield. It was the horrible cramps that felt like something was stabbing you from the inside out constantly for a week preceding the bloodshed that was too much for you. It paralyzed you in a way. It hurt to do anything at all. As much as you hated to admit it, you could deal with any cut, burn, or broken bone. But these cramps had you curled in a ball with tears in your eyes.

You let out another groan and felt Bucky stir next to you. He turned over and rubbed one of his hands up and down your arm and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Sweetheart, why are you awake?” he asked softly, sleep still lacing his voice. There were only 2 reasons that you would be awake. Either you had a nightmare, or...

You let out a small whimper as another wave of pain came over you.

...cramps.

“Hey, it’s okay, come here,” he said before carefully wrapping his arm around your stomach, rubbing small circles over your stomach. He brought his body flush against you so his chest to your back, without squeezing you too tightly. You sighed in relief, his warm body easing your pain slightly. He pressed soft kisses to your temple, whispering reassuring words in your ear.

He had learned a lot rather quickly when it came to helping you with your pain. He hadn’t known much at all at first, growing up in the 40’s where people never talked about it. When he had first walked in on you curled in the fetal position, crying and whimpering, he had been so worried. So when you referred to it as ‘just a period’ and that ‘it’s happened before', he was very confused.

He thought a period was something you ended a sentence with.

You had sent him to Nat and Wanda to explain what was happening. You had synced up with them naturally, but their cramps weren’t as severe as you. Everyone's experiences of periods, their symptoms, and PMS differently, but they felt bad for the severity of yours.

He was very confused as to why he had to ask other people about your pain. When he approached the two wide-eyed and confused, asking why you were in severe pain with no injuries, they had to try not to laugh.

They explained the basics to him, and what was off-limits. No assuming it was happening because of mood swings, no expecting you to keep functioning at peak condition, no mentioning how the emotional mood swings were happening

He was just in awe of it - how women were expected to just act naturally as if they weren’t bleeding at a constant rate while dealing with horrible pain and emotional mood swings. He thought that it was amazing that it was expected that they act naturally.

It took a little bit of trial and error and a lot of patience on both your parts, but he knew how he could help make these days as bearable as he could.

He would spend these days close to you, showing you a lot of affection. He would be gentle and patient with you, reminding you how much he loved you. He would get you anything you needed, be it food or pads or tampons. Once you had sent him to get pads and tampons and he had come back with one of every box with a sheepish look on his face.

“I didn’t know which ones you wanted so I got...all of them.”

You had laughed so hard that it hurt, but it was worth it. He made you promise not to tell Sam.

But eventually, he had learned what you needed. How he could help. The heat helped ease your cramps, so he’d hold you close, but not tightly. Rubbing your stomach helped too, in slow, lazy circles.

While he hated seeing you in pain, he loved taking care of you. Anything he could do to help you he would do.

Another cramp made you shift slightly, trying to find the impossible position that would help relieve the constant pain. You let out a small groan, trying to curl in tighter on yourself. Bucky pressed a small kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay angel, it’s alright.”

“It hurts,” you said, voice cracking.

“I know it does, I know,” he said, using his left hand to brush some hair out of your face.

“I just want it to stop hurting so much,” you said, letting out another pained whimper.

“I can’t imagine,” he said, sincerely. He couldn’t imagine the same pain every month with no relief or solution. He knew just how strong you were, strong as anyone on the team if not stronger. Seeing you in this much pain must have meant it was unbearable.

“I can’t make it go away but I’m here to do whatever I can to help, okay?” he whispered against your skin.

“I’m sorry about this,” you said.

Bucky took a deep breath. “Did you choose to go through this?” he asked softly.

“N-no.”

“Then you have nothing to apologize for.”

You nodded slightly, your heart melting. You tried to take slow and even breaths. After a few moments passed, he asked “Can I help you to the shower? You always say how much the hot water helps.”

You paused for a moment before you nodded, and he pressed another kiss to your temple before standing up and moving to the other side of the bed to help you stand. Moving from your position sounded like the worst idea right now, but you took a deep breath before taking his hands. You sat up slowly, groaning as your hand wrapped around your stomach. You stood up shortly after, bending forward slightly as you made your way to the bathroom with Bucky. He had noticed a bloodstain on the bed, but he didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to know that.

He turned on the water for you, checking the temperature every few moments. Once he deemed that it was hot enough but wasn’t going to burn your skin, he told you and gave you a quick hug before giving you some privacy. You had always enjoyed intimate showers together just...not when you had your period to worry about. When he closed the door, you started to slowly undress to get into the shower. You got into the shower, sighing in relief as it helped soothe your cramps.

Bucky, meanwhile, was working fast. First he texted Steve that he wouldn’t be able to make it to training today, knowing he would understand. He then moved to make the bed with clean sheets, so you wouldn't see the small bloodstain on the current ones. He didn’t want you to worry or feel bad about it. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts that you had always loved. He cracked the bathroom door open and placed them on the counter, careful not to disturb you. He then quickly ran down to the kitchen, still empty for the moment, and grabbed a few of your favorite snacks along with a few water bottles to bring back upstairs.

When he came back to the room, he noticed the water had been turned off. He set the water and snacks on the bedside table as you opened the bathroom door, hair in a messy bun and looking much more refreshed. “Feeling better?”

“A little,” you said quietly before wincing slightly. Bucky gave you a small smile before taking your hand and bringing you over to the bed, him sitting down and leaning against the headboard. He helped you sit down between his legs so you were able to lean your back against his chest. You laid your head back against him and he wrapped his arms around you so his human arm was on your lower stomach, his metal arm resting over it. You let out a small sigh, relaxing back against him. He pressed a small kiss to your temple, rubbing smooth lazy circles on your stomach.

“Try to get some rest, doll.” he whispered. “We can watch your favorite movie when you wake up.”

You turned slightly to look up at him. “But you hate that movie.”

“But you don’t,” he said simply.

You felt tears brim your eyes even though it felt so stupid. “I love you, Bucky.’

“I love you too angel,” he whispered, pressing a last kiss to the side of your head. “Try to get some rest.”

[bubbleteaimagines]

Pants on Fire

Reiner Braun Oneshot

Summary: Part two of this

Pairings: Reiner Braun x Reader

Warnings: Angst

when you woke up, you had a killer headache. moaning, you grabbed at your head wishing the pain would just stop. you opened your eyes to see what the hell was happening, but you quickly gasped and scuttled away when you saw who you were sitting next to.

“woah, woah, easy,” reiner’s voice caused panic to swell in your chest. letting out a scream, you swung in his direction and jumped back.

“get away from me!” you yelled out, your fearful eyes locking with reiner’s.

those eyes, those damn eyes that once brought you to your knees now filled you with utter terror. those eyes that you once could never get enough of now belong to a murderer.

“y-y/n,” reiner’s face flashed with hurt as he reached out for you. “y/n, baby it’s just me.”

“no!” you recoiled from his grasp as tears filled your eyes. “no, no, no! you’re a monster! g-get away from me!”

you tried to scramble back but your back ended up hitting a tree. it was then that you noticed exactly where you were, a yelp escaping your lips as you noticed eren and ymir with you, titan’s scratching at the trees below you.

“eren! ymir!” you yelled out for your comrades, seeing as they were on another tree. eren’s arms were cut off and so were ymir’s.

eren offered you a weak nod while ymir said nothing.

“what did you do to them?!” you shouted at reiner.

“don’t worry, they’ll heal,” bertholdt told you. he was standing a good distance away from you, reiner having been the closest.

“y/n—”

“shut the fuck up,” you found yourself staring at him with hatred in your eyes, even though you felt quite the opposite. on the inside, your heart was hurting. scratch that, it was burning and it was burning for reiner. your body had become so accustomed to his touch that you were aching for it, but you couldn’t. because he wasn’t your reiner anymore.

“you don’t get to speak after everything you’ve done,” you snapped, pain in your voice.

“baby please,” a frown tugged at his lips, “please, let me explain.”

“oh boy, here we go again,” ymir rolled her eyes.

“get away from them!” eren shouted out, his glare intense on reiner. but in his state, he couldn’t exactly do anything.

“i said shut up!” you growled again, flinching as reiner leaned closer to hold your face.

you couldn’t help it— you immediately began to melt. his touch was your weakness, after all. it always had been. it sent electric shocks through your body and reiner knew you had felt it.

he was gentle, just like he had always been.

“baby...”

“don’t touch me!” you cried out, smacking his hand away. “don’t you fucking dare!”

“please, y/n, you have to understand!” he pleaded. his eyes were sad, begging you to listen. “everything i did, that was before you. and everything i’m doing now, it’s for you.”

you would have scoffed if you weren’t so heartbroken in the moment. everything inside of you wanted to reach out to reiner. you wanted to be in arms, you wanted for him to hold you and comfort you and explain all of this confusing stuff to you.

you wanted him, even after everything you saw. and that absolutely disgusted you.

“please,” a tear slipped down your cheek as you looked helplessly at eren. “just let me go. let us go, we won’t tell the others where you are. you can let us go, reiner. you can turn yourself in and end...whatever this is!”

“i can’t,” reiner turned away as he gritted his teeth. “i wish i could baby, but i can’t.”

“stop calling me that!” you broke down, pain coursing through your veins at the nickname.

baby.

reiner had called you that during your first date.

baby.

reiner had called you that when he held you in his arms, peppering soft kisses on your face while telling you how much he loved you.

baby.

reiner called you that when he made love to you, whispering how good you felt around him.

your fists clenched. “you lost the right to call me that the minute you revealed your true self to me. you’re a murder, reiner braun! do you hear me?!”

you could tell that your words were hurting him, like a knife digging deeper and deeper. he looked utterly heartbroken as he heard you speak but oddly, it brought you satisfaction.

by the way he had shattered your heart it was only fair he felt the way you were feeling right now.

“you killed my family,” you continued, “terrorized my friends! you sat there and listened to me cry about them when it was you the entire time!”

“i’m sorry,” reiner looked away, tears filling his eyes but you weren’t listening.

“you held me when i had nightmares from that day and whispered how much you understood! you stood by while our friends were killed by the titan’s you let in! you made love to me, reiner, you were my first! you were my everything goddammit and you...it was all a lie!”

finally, your voice broke and you leaned back against the tree, sobs raking your body.

everything inside of you began to shut down, and you just couldn’t take it anymore. how could you after you just learned the man you had loved for three years was a traitor?

“y/n—” reiner tried to reach for you but you were unavailable. “i love you, you have to believe me. nothing i told you was a lie!”

“won’t you just shut up already?!” eren’s voice cut the atmosphere like a knife. “can’t you see that you’ve done enough damage? for three years you’ve strung y/n on and lied to them, why can’t you just stop?”

“because you don’t understand!” reiner suddenly yelled, causing you to flinch back. “i...we don’t have a choice! we have to do this!”

“no you don’t,” you whispered brokenly, letting out another sob. “reiner, please.”

“i’m sorry baby,” he sunk down and held his head in his hands. “i-i wish there was something i could do...if i wasn’t such a coward...”

a stray tear ran down his face and you hated yourself for getting the urge to wipe it away.

“reiner,” bertholdt’s voice caused the blonde to look up with pain behind his eyes. “i know this is sad for you but you’ve got pull it together. someone’s coming!”

at this, all four of you strained your necks to see what he was talking about. peering around reiner’s tall frame, hope flooded your veins as you saw green smoke.

“the scouts,” you whispered, your eyes widening. “the scouts are coming!”

you could have laughed in that moment. even though you knew they weren’t necessarily coming for you, you were still going to be rescued.

“shit,” reiner and bertholdt became frantic bad the sounds hooves echoed closer. “we gotta leave — they’ll be here soon.”

“no!” ymir was the one to protest. “i’m not leaving without christa! we had a deal, braun!”

“w-what?” you stared at ymir with betrayal. she had made a deal with them?

“there’s no time,” reiner snapped, ignoring her request. “we have to go before they get here and take eren and y/n from us!”

“what do you want from me?!” eren yelled angrily, thrashing around.

“what we want is for you to come with us — no resisting. can you do that?” reiner grunted, strapping on his ODM gear.

your eyes widened in fear. “no! no reiner you can’t leave!” you involuntarily blurted out.

this caused reiner to pause, hope filling his eyes.

“i-i mean,” you were quick to cover yourself, “you can’t take me with you! it’s not fair! i won’t — please, don’t make me!”

“i have no choice,” reiner frowned, bending to your level with sad eyes.

“you do,” you spit out, rapidly nodding your head. “you do reiner, please. eren was right — don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“y/n you don’t understand,” he shook his head. “i can’t lose you baby. you’re the one thing that’s kept me sane. i have to...there’s no other way.”

he reached over to grasp you in his arms and it was then that you realized you weren’t even tied down in the first place. you had been completely free the entire time. so why — why did you not try to run? why did you not try harder to escape, when freedom was right there?

“baby, please,” you locked eyes with reiner. “please don’t do this.”

you knew he was on the verge of collapsing as you reciprocated the nickname. your voice was so soft, so small that reiner actually feel to his knees.

“there’s always a choice,” you reminded him, delicately placing your shaking hand on his cheek. “and if you love me, if you truly love me then please, reiner. leave me here.”

reiner eagerly grabbed at your hand, desperate for your touch. his large palm overlapped yours and he savored the feeling of your skin on his.

“i’m sorry,” his voice broke as he shook his head and took out a small dart. “i love you, baby. so much,” he promised.

“that’s why i have to do this,” he whispered, and then your world went black.

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when you woke up again, you found yourself staring at the familiar patterns on your ceiling.

confused, you sat up, the last memories of reiner lingering on your mind.

“hey,” a gentle voice caused you to jump slightly, but you calmed down once you noticed that it was only armin.

he looked a little worse for wear, his blonde hair messy and his blue eyes swimming with emotions. but hey — at least he was alive. and so were you apparently.

“armin,” you groaned out, your throat raspy from being knocked out. “what happened?”

you remembered reiner’s eyes and his face contorted in pain. that was the last sight you saw before everything went black, and apparently a lot had happened since then.

“we found you in a tree when we went to rescue eren,” armin explained, fiddling with his fingers. “eren said that reiner left you there before he and the others ran away.”

“what—”

you remembered your conversation with him.

“if you truly love me then please, reiner. leave me here.”

you let out a gasp. against your will, more tears began to fill your eyes. pretty soon, you found yourself sobbing again while armin gently held you in his arms.

“hey, hey,” he frowned as he heard you call out reiner’s name, “he’s gone, okay? he left with bertholdt and ymir. you’re safe now — y/n i know he lied to you. and i know it’s painful but he’s gone, you hear me? he can’t hurt you anymore.”

another cry left your lips as you heard that reiner was gone. so that was it then. the love of your life was gone and you were never going to see him again.

“armin,” you managed to choke a sentence through your sobs. “i’m not crying because reiner lied to me.”

armin frowned. tilting his head, you could tell that he was confused. “y-you’re not? t-then why are you crying then?”

you sniffled as all the memories of you and reiner began to play out in your head. every kiss, every delicate touch. every time he made you laugh up until the very last time he made you cry.

you replayed it all, and then you stopped once you got to his last words to you.

“armin, i’m crying because he told me the truth.”

[babygirlbenji]

I’ve Got You - Marcus Rashford

A/N: my first marcus imagine!!! i'm so sorry this is so late, and it gets so rushed towards the end. i really hope i've done this justice! i'm still getting to know marcus, so i hope this is okay 🥰

It had been a long time since Marcus had been able to go out and party with his friends. With international duty for the Euros and the devastating loss, swiftly followed by club duty only to be sidelined by his shoulder injury and pending surgery, Marcus wanted to let loose for a while and forget about his troubles.

‘Baby girl,’ his voice echoed throughout your shared flat, the last syllable elongated.

‘Yes, my love?’ You replied from the sofa, nose deep in one of your university textbooks. You third year of journalism was intense, but you still absolutely loved it. Your aspirations of being a news reporter for the Manchester Evening News were becoming more reachable with every term.

‘Have you seen my Balenciaga shirt? I swear I saw it in my wardrobe the other day.’ A snort left your lips.

‘You mean your floordrobe? I washed it, I put a load of whites in the other day. Should be either hanging up on the clothes line or folded in one of your drawers.’ Silence followed as Marcus searched for the elusive shirt, before he appeared in the hallway, dressed in black skinny jeans, the shirt he’d been looking for and his usual white Air Forces gifted to him by Nike a couple weeks previously. ‘You look like you’re going somewhere,’ you remarked. Marcus nodded, typing quickly on his phone before coming to sit next to you on the sofa.

‘Jesse, Jadon, Luke and I are going out for the evening, might be a late one. Fancy coming along?’ He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you contemplated the offer.

‘I’d love to, but studying calls. I’ve got a presentation soon, so I need to prepare for it.’ His shoulders slouched. He loved partying, but nights out with you were always the best. You were responsible, but also knew how to have a good time. Knowing all the good clubs from your time at the University of Manchester was a huge plus.

You and Marcus had actually met at one of the clubs. It was your first year of university, and you were new to the area having moved up from the south to start your university career. Marcus had come to your rescue after seeing you being chatted up by a guy who wasn’t taking no for an answer. Having pretended to be your boyfriend to get the guy away from you, Marcus realised that he wanted to get to know you better. He asked for your number in a moment of brazen confidence, and had asked you out the day after when you’d both sobered up. You weren’t usually the type to pick up a guy while on a night out, but the stars aligned on that night, and you hadn’t looked back since.

Your thoughts were brought back to the current moment. Marcus was at the counter, looking for his keys, wallet, mask and ID.

‘Sure you don’t wanna come, love?’ He asked, bending down behind the sofa and wrapping you in his arms.

‘My heart says no but my head says yes.’ The two of you shared a laugh at your conflicting answer.

‘Alright, babe, my Uber will be here in a few minutes, I’ll see you later this evening, yeah?’ You turned your head to kiss his cheek, and he gently held your face to kiss your lips goodbye.

‘Be safe, text me if you want me to pick you up, yeah?’ You called after his retreating back as he hurried towards the door.

‘Will do, bubba, love you!’

‘Love you too, have fun!’ The door opened, and he left, the sound of a car door opening and closing following a short while later.

Facing a quiet evening ahead, you switched on Netflix and put on the new series of Unsolved Mysteries, which had been on your watch list ever since it was released the week before. Not bothering to cook, you ordered a pizza, and feasted by yourself as you filled your head with statistics, facts and opinions about the history of the BBC.

Your phone blared loudly beside you, your ringtone of September by Earth, Wind and Fire catching you unawares. Groaning and realising you must have fallen asleep on the sofa, you groggily picked it up, noting that the time was just past 2:30am.

‘Hello?’ you grumbled. A barrage of loud music, even louder voices and a car engine hit your ears, making you rub your forehead at the change of volume.

‘Y/N, it’s Jess, we’re about 5 minutes away, Rashy got himself really drunk,’ Jesse’s voice was slightly muffled, and you assumed that you were on speaker as he tried to wrestle his taller teammate into his seatbelt or something.

‘Okay, I’ll get stuff ready, see you soon.’ He thanked you and hung up, leaving you to hurry around to get a pair of joggers and a clean shirt from Marcus’s wardrobe, followed by a glass of water and made sure that there was a packet of painkiller ready for the morning when Marcus would no doubt have a pounding headache.

The buzzer to the apartment sounded, and you answered to allow Jesse and Jadon up, knowing that Marcus was too gone to know where his keys were. Shortly after, the doorbell rang and you hurried over to answer it.

‘Hey guys, thank you for bringing him home,’ you whispered, trying not to wake up your neighbours.

'Oh look, it's my babyyyy!' Marcus yelled loudly when he saw you. Even in his intoxicated state, and even with your hair in a messy bun, no makeup and bleary eyes from sleep, you were still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

'Shhh, Rash, neighbours,' Jadon winced.

'I need everyone to know that I was literally jumped by some random girl at the bar, but I pushed her away from me and was like "bore off, I have a girlfriend! And she's the love of my life! And I don't want anyone else!"' You didn't know whether to be thoroughly embarrassed, thoroughly amused or thoroughly endeared, so you just thanked the boys for bringing him home.

‘Safe trip home, guys.’ They closed the door behind you and you heard them head back downstairs. You put your arm around Marcus's shoulders and helped him inside.

The next step of the process was getting Marcus out of his party clothes. ‘Rashy, baby, I need you to help me get you undressed and into bed, okay?’ He grumbled to himself as he tried to get his arms and legs out of their respective holes of his shirt and jeans. It surprised you how an agile footballer could be so uncoordinated when inebriated.

‘Help,’ he mumbled. You were distinctly reminded of your six-year-old cousin you sometimes babysat, but decided not to say anything; you didn’t want to upset your boyfriend.

‘Alright, baby, arms up!’ He obeyed and lifted his arms up in the air, allowing you to finally take his shirt off. Tossing it into the laundry bin, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. ‘I’ve got you, darling. There we go.’ His jeans came off soon after, leaving Marcus in his boxers, looking thoroughly exhausted.

‘Want cuddles,’ he slurred. You giggled.

‘Drink some water for me first?’ After some deliberation, you reached an agreement, and he drank a glass of water. ‘Okay baby, you feeling okay?’ To answer your question, Marcus flopped onto the sofa, completely passed out. ‘Guess we’re sleeping here tonight,’ you snorted to yourself, quickly fetching a blanket and a few extra pillows. Gently lifting his head up, you placed them under him, making sure he was lying so that he wouldn’t strain his neck or hurt his shoulder more. You carefully climbed in next to him, acting as the big spoon, and pulled him close to you.

‘Thank you, Y/N,’ a small voice whispered, still slightly slurred, but this time you assumed it was caused more by exhaustion than alcohol.

‘Always, darling.’

Needless to say, training for Marcus the next morning proved quite a challenge.

[ncssian]

A Favor: Part Twenty-Two

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

content warnings: secondhand embarrassment, i dont know how skiing works, poor editing, NSFW 🔥

***

To Nesta’s horror, Cassian was serious when he said he’d teach her how to ski. Nevermind the fact that it’s his birthday, and they should be having a lazy morning together filled with cuddles and breakfast in bed. Instead, they’ve been up since six in the morning without food or drink, just to shuffle around in the snow while Cassian repeats the same instructions over and over. By late morning, the rest of their group has gotten up and joined them at the beginner’s trail to be firsthand witnesses to Nesta’s humiliation.

She stares down at the blinding white slope before her and inhales a breath of frigid mountain air, trying to steel her nerves before she has to push off the ground and take flight.

Cassian sees her hesitation and sighs. “Come on, Nesta,” he urges. “It’s thirty feet to the bottom of the hill.”

“Why is it so steep?” she demands, even though she knows this is a practice hill. Toddlers in skis are shuffling around them, hand in hand with their parents.

“You’re not falling to the bottom,” Cassian says, growing impatient. “You’re gliding.”

He’s already shown her how to maneuver with skis a dozen times already, and Nesta can see that he doesn’t have another dozen times left in him. Unfortunately for him, Nesta’s own patience was used up hours ago. Her stomach pangs with hunger, and she has a pounding headache from the cold and lack of sleep.

“Oh, come on, Nesta,” Gwyn calls from behind her. She hops up and down in her snow boots like a cheerleader. “You can do it!”

Nesta does not want to do it. She looks down at the hill, then back at Cassian with pleading eyes—eyes that he can’t see under her ski goggles anyway.

“I can’t take this anymore,” Azriel mutters from somewhere. He picks up his ski poles and points to Emerie. “Ski lift?”

“Sure—” she starts to say, and then remembers that she’s here to support Nesta. “Not now,” she amends.

“Just go,” Cassian turns to tell them. “At least some of us will be having fun.” Nesta watches as he goes over to Emerie and Az to give advice on the trails, the same frustration from last night building in her chest.

Stupid ski trip. Stupid uninvited guests. Stupid birthday that Cassian isn’t even treating like a birthday.

Gritting her teeth, Nesta jabs her ski poles into the ground. She’ll conquer this hill, and then she’ll conquer the rest of the trail, and then she’ll take her skis and set them on fire.

With everyone briefly preoccupied and no eyes on her, Nesta pushes herself downhill. Her skis slip a little as she takes off but she readjusts her feet the way Cassian showed her, regaining control. She takes a deep breath, realizing the height isn’t as scary as she thought it would be. Testingly, she bends her knees and pushes herself farther, gaining speed.

“Oh, oh, look!” she hears Gwyn say from behind her. “She’s doing it!”

The voice breaks Nesta out of her precarious concentration, and she almost misses the kid right in front of her skiing at the pace of a turtle. Gasping, Nesta swerves at the last second to avoid running him over.

Her skis clack into each other and she feels her ankle twist, and then she’s down. Hard. Her face meets snow and her ski gear jabs into her body as she tumbles down the rest of the hill, until she finally meets flat ground and rolls to a painful stop.

Nesta only hears a dull roar in her ears as she slowly pushes herself upright. Ignoring alarmed looks from stray skiers around her, she reaches forward and unstraps one ski from her foot, then the other. Her goggles fall to the ground next. Once free, she stands up and walks away, ignoring the calls of her friends from the hilltop.

She walks until she loses sight of the trail and then the resort, until the flattened and trampled snow piles up into powdery mounds untouched by human presence. A cropping of towering evergreens appears before her, and she heads straight for the thicket without pausing.

Once safely entombed by the dark tree trunks and frosted branches, Nesta releases a breath and screams. Screams until the frustration and anger within her bluntens just a little.

The forest absorbs her fire and answers with silence.

“Better now?” Cassian’s voice comes from behind her.

Nesta whirls, ready to fling her next scream at him for having the nerve to follow her, but she only restrains herself because it’s his birthday. Guilt and humiliation nips at her; she shouldn’t be doing this on his birthday. “Leave me alone.” Her voice is raw from shrieking.

Cassian only takes a step closer to Nesta, eyeing her up and down. “You’re not hurt, right? ’Cause that would be embarrassing for you.”

Any edge that was taken off starts to build up again, and Nesta really doesn’t want to look at him right now. “Cassian—”

“Your face is turning red,” he suddenly gasps, pointing. “You should try yelling again, babe. I don’t think the entire resort heard you last time.”

Done with her boyfriend’s shit, Nesta releases a growl and rushes at him. He’s a lot closer than she realized, and in a blink she slams right into his broad chest and shoves him with all her might.

Cassian laughs, short and blunt, and pushes her right back. Her back hits hard-packed snow and then he’s on top of her, pinning her wrists loosely beside her head. Icy wetness seeps past the neck of her jacket.

“Do you want me to fucking bite you?” Nesta snarls, getting in Cassian’s face.

“Always,” he says without hesitation, pressing closer to her. “But first you gotta take a breather.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she seethes back. At this rate, she really might bite him. She wants to see his smug face drop when he realizes he pushed her too far.

“You might have an aneurysm at this rate with your anger issues.” He pouts prettily. “Imagine how sad that would make me.”

“I DON’T HAVE ANGER ISSUES!” she shrieks.

Cassian barely blinks. Nesta breathes heavily in the ensuing silence, realizing how embarrassing this is for her. Yet she doesn’t know how to stop.

Closing her eyes, she drops her head to the ground and turns away. Wishing she could sink into the ground and vanish for a few minutes, at least until she gets herself under control again.

After a moment of quiet, she feels the back of Cassian’s fingers brush her neck. “I wondered where that spitfire girl went,” he says lowly. “She didn’t die. You just hid her very well.”

Nesta’s body doesn’t know whether to feel soothed or incited by the touch, the words. “Does it make you happy?” she breathes, her eyes still closed. “That she’s still there?”

“It would be murder if you ever got rid of her. Don’t you dare,” he threatens.

Nesta huffs a derisive laugh. It’s easy for him to say, when he isn’t the one that has to live with it. “I bet you’re enjoying this.”

“Only if you are.” He sounds completely genuine, and Nesta feels him pluck something out of her hair—likely a snowflake.

Realizing Cassian has long since released her wrists, she opens her eyes and stares at the column of his neck. She doesn’t see the regret and concern on his face when he says, “I ruined today, didn’t I?” She watches him swallow before he adds, “I’m sorry, Nes.”

“It’s your birthday,” she mutters, looking away. “You can do whatever you want.” Even if it’s spending the whole day skiing.

“You’re right about that.” His warm breath hits her nose, and now that Nesta’s head is somewhat clear, she can feel every place where his body settles into hers.

Before she can betray herself and forget how upset she was at him only a few minutes ago, Cassian pushes up and off of her. Frigid air replaces where he was just sprawled, and then he’s holding out a hand to Nesta. “We’re going back to our room,” he says, watching Nesta’s feet closely as he helps her stand. “You can ride on my back.”

“Why?” Nesta grumbles, brushing herself off. “I can walk fine.”

“You twisted your right ankle on the way down that hill, and you started limping as soon as you thought you were out of sight.” Cassian turns around and points at his back. “Get on while I’m being nice.”

That makes Nesta scoff, because he’s always nice, but she has little fight left today. She tries to reach up to wrap her arms around his neck, but Cassian grabs her legs and hitches her up onto his back before she can struggle.

She responds with a scowl, clasping her hands across his chest and getting comfortable. “You noticed I was hurt but didn’t have a problem with tackling me to the ground?”

Cassian squeezes her thighs and holds her closer, tossing a blinding smile over his shoulder. “Sorry if I wasn’t expecting you to try to jump me with an injured foot. You took me by surprise.”

“Bullshit,” Nesta says as they start walking out of the trees. “You did it on purpose.”

“Do you like starting fights, Archeron?”

“Do you?” she retorts.

They bicker back and forth like that until they reach the resort, and even once they’re inside the lobby, Cassian doesn’t put Nesta down. The exhaustion of the day has settled over the both of them by then, and the elevator ride up to the penthouse is peacefully quiet.

Back at the empty suite, Cassian carefully lowers Nesta to her feet. “Take your clothes off,” is all he says before heading for the bathroom, shedding his heavy outer jacket as he goes. Nesta has no problem listening; she’s all too happy to take her snow-drenched gear off and breathe air-conditioned air again.

She only realizes as she’s removing her boots that her overwrought emotions must have dulled the real pain of her fall. Her entire body aches down to the bone, and her twisted ankle has it the worst. Inspecting the swollen skin around her foot, she wonders if Cassian will make her see a doctor when the sound of a running faucet pulls her attention. Still dressed in her thermal underwear, Nesta pads over to the bathroom.

Inside, the room is dim, and the only light comes in from the single window panel at the far end of the room. Cassian sits on the rim of the clawfoot tub as it fills with heated water, already naked.

Nesta coughs, caught off guard. The sight is far from unfamiliar to her, and yet she hates to admit that she’ll never not react to it.

Cassian looks up at her, meeting her eyes head on, and a giggle almost escapes her.

“What’s that dumb look on your face?” he says with high brows. “Take your clothes off and get in.”

Nesta firmly schools her face into obedience. Is she a grown woman or a schoolgirl? she chides herself as she strips naked. But as soon as she’s free of her top and leggings, Cassian stops her. “Turn around,” he says.

Is this a sex thing? She hopes it’s a sex thing. She does as she’s told, and hears Cassian hiss in a breath. Glancing at the mirror over the sink, Nesta winces when she realizes what he sees. “Damn.” Her back is peppered with still-forming bruises from her fall, along with her legs and ribs.

Getting up, Cassian approaches her and cautiously runs his fingers over a reddened spot on her ribs. “I think a ski pole stabbed me there,” Nesta says, frowning down at the bruise. She looks like shit, and not at all in a desirable way.

“How’s your ankle?” Cassian kneels to check for himself, handling her like a porcelain doll. He presses gently above the bone where she twisted it. “Does that hurt?”

Nesta considers saying yes, just so he can keep fussing over her like this, but she shakes her head. “I’m fine. Just a little achy.”

A sudden chaste kiss between her legs makes her yelp, and she twists to find Cassian still on his knees, grinning sheepishly up at her. “You know what can help with those aches?”

Nesta blanks as Cassian runs a calloused hand up her inner leg. “Uh…really good dick?”

Cassian is visibly trying not to smile when he says, “A bath.” He stands and turns the faucet off, before going to help Nesta into the tub.

Steaming hot water just beneath the point of being uncomfortable hits Nesta’s calves, then her hips and chest. She might moan in relief as she sinks into the bath.

Cassian settles in across from her, taking up most of the tub space as Nesta twists her ponytail into a bun. He takes her ankle onto his lap and starts massaging above the injury. He notes, “We haven’t been alone like this in ages.”

“I remember when it was my job to be the chill guy,” he continues, rubbing circles into her leg. “I was the one doing stupid shit, and now I have to tell other people to knock it off when they do stupid shit. Since when did Azriel take my role?” he mutters to himself.

Nesta tilts her head against the lip of the tub and watches Cassian, taking in the barely visible lines of weariness on his face. She was once in a similar boat, too, where she had no one to answer to but herself. “Do you miss it?” she asks hesitantly. “Life before we got to know each other?” A life spent in the company of his friends, meeting different women every other week and being as free as possible.

“No,” he says easily. “I miss life before we had to share each other with other people.” He meets her eyes and smirks. “Who knew monogamy could be so exciting?”

Nesta’s stomach curls at his honesty, and she doesn’t know what to say. In the silence, Cassian reaches for a washcloth and lathers it with a bar of pine scented soap. But before he can reach for Nesta, she snatches the washcloth from him and pulls herself forward into the cradle of his limbs. What she can’t say, she’ll just have to show.

She starts soaping up his arms, granting extra attention to his tattooed biceps.

“You’re hurt—” he tries to protest.

“Shut up.” She runs the washcloth over his shoulders, across his collarbones.

When Nesta reaches his chest, she starts, “Earlier in the woods...I lost control.”

Cassian looks wary, but she goes on, “I don’t know why I did that. I thought I didn’t do that anymore.”

“I know why,” he says simply. “You were having a bad day. It was overwhelming.” He shrugs.

“But I’m better than that,” she insists. “You might think it's cute or funny when I—lose it, but I spent years training myself not to fall apart at the slightest inconvenience.” She takes in a breath, her movements slowing. “I learned how to escape reality, remember? I climbed into books and TV and songs, and at one point my entire life passed me by because I refused to participate in it. If I didn't participate, I couldn't be hurt.” She wrings out the washcloth, and Cassian carefully pries it out of her grip.

Nesta places her empty hands on her thighs, avoiding his touch, his eyes. “I think you were one of the only people who ever made me want to come back to real life,” she offers awkwardly. “That's why you made me uncomfortable at first. There were times I would look at you and think, He's better than anyone from the books. If I start living on the same plane as him, I can have him. Does that make sense?”

Cassian swallows visibly, but nods.

“It seemed like an impossible thing to do at the time—participate in the real world, make real friends. But have you noticed? I don’t read as many romance novels anymore.” Not because she doesn’t love them, but because she no longer needs them to remind herself she's alive.

She looks up at him, searching for his thoughts and opinions. Cassian looks like he's doing the same with her face, but then he says, “If you need to scream, even if it’s at me, tell me. I’ll take you somewhere far away, or I’ll let you have it out right in front of everyone. Whatever the hell you want, as long as you tell me. Please.”

Nesta starts to shake her head, adamant, but he stops her with the most pitiful look he's ever given her. “There’s nothing I hate seeing more than you trying to swallow down your rough edges. Even in the woods, you were about to tame yourself before I provoked you.” Cassian holds out a pinky, completely serious. “Consider it my birthday gift. Don’t do that shit anymore.”

Nesta stares at him, his plea warring with years of conditioned self-restraint. “I already got you a birthday gift,” she finally grumbles, but hooks his pinky with hers.

He seems satisfied, but doesn't let go of her pinky. With surprising strength, he uses their hooked fingers to pull Nesta into him, and she just barely catches herself on his chest before he brings her head down and kisses her deep.

Nesta already has her legs adjusted around his waist and his cock pressed against her stomach before she can pull away far enough to choke, “What’s this for?”

He leans up and catches her lips with his again, dipping his tongue just far enough inside to flick the roof of her mouth before retreating. “For existing. And for those aches.” He presses down lightly on a bruise at her back and runs a soothing thumb over it right after. Between her thighs, she feels him growing hard.

Nesta huffs a distracted laugh, the steam from the water sending a red flush up her chest and neck. It's suddenly very hot, and she unconsciously squirms in his lap. “I just realized I’ve never had sex in the bath before,” she says out of nowhere, rubbing her chest and quickly dropping her arms. She’s babbling, she knows. Contrary to popular media, being a seductress is harder than it looks. Half the time she has no idea what to say, and she considers herself lucky that Cassian is driven wild by it anyway.

Cassian entertains her, nodding along while his fingers slip past her ass, brushing her folds. “That sounds like something that should be amended, don’t you think?”

“Well, in terms of comfort I’m not sure if it’ll be better than the shower—” She’s cut off by a finger teasing at her entrance, making her jerk. “Yes,” she says quickly. “Yes, it should be amended.”

He hums thoughtfully, leaning in to nibble and suck at her neck. Her hardened nipples brush against his chest, and Nesta pushes closer into Cassian’s embrace. She’s half-rocking against him when she rasps, “How do you give head in the bath? Do I, like, have to hold my breath underwater?”

“You don’t need to know how,” he mutters, grasping her by the hips and tugging her up so that he’s eye level with her chest. He starts leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses across her breasts. “You’re not doing anything I don’t tell you to do today.”

“What do you mean?” Nesta’s grip on Cassian’s shoulders tightens when he brings a pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and pulling off with a flick of his tongue. She can’t move her hips for fear of climaxing at the slightest touch. “It’s your birthday,” she manages to get out. “And I like seeing what I can do to you.”

“Then save it for your birthday.” He pulls her back down firmly into his lap, making her thighs clench with restraint. “Because I like seeing what I do to you more.”

To prove his point, he parts her legs and slips one finger inside her. The smug pride on his face at what he finds makes Nesta move to grip the rim of the tub. Having a pretty boyfriend might have been a mistake, she thinks. That kind of face will get away with anything. Right now, for example.

“Tell me what you want, then,” she pleads.

Cassian leans back, pretending to think. “Sit on my cock,” he finally says.

An easy enough order, one Nesta is all too excited to carry out in only a few movements. It takes a minute to adjust to the fullness and the stretch, and the water doesn’t help in dousing the fire in her veins at all. With heat pounding deep in her core, Nesta releases a terse breath. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, and Cassian watches.

“Now don’t move,” he orders.

“What?” Nesta’s knees involuntarily clench around his hips, her body already craving the feel of moving against him, on top of him.

He levels her with a look. “No clenching, no rocking, no touching.” He hisses in a thoughtful breath, combing a wet hand through his hair. “Actually, that isn’t very fair, is it?”

Nesta is about to nod furiously when he says, “You still need to wash yourself.” He hands her the washcloth she used on him earlier and leans his elbow on the rim of the tub. “Be quick about it. No games.”

Nesta’s eyes widen, looking at the washcloth, then back up at Cassian. Excitement tingles in her fingers and toes, and she doesn’t want to argue with him.

Gulping tightly, she soaps up the washcloth, then smooths the lather over her arms. It’s hard to focus on what she’s doing when there’s a pounding pressure between her legs, and the only thing that keeps her going is that she’ll be rewarded when she’s done. Cassian doesn’t bother watching her, instead tipping his head back against the tub and closing his eyes. From this angle, the tendons in his neck stand out clearly, and the hard line of his jaw looks tense. Nothing on his calm face reveals that Nesta is the reason for his tension, though.

Bringing the soapy cloth over her breasts, Nesta looks up to see if Cassian is secretly peeking at her through his lashes. His eyes remain shut, the perfect portrait of a man at rest.

Suddenly, his hips shift beneath hers, and Nesta nearly drops the washcloth. Straightening up, she has to use herculean strength to force her inner walls to relax around him. “You moved,” she accuses him.

“I was getting comfortable,” he says, still not opening his eyes.

“Why can you move but I can’t?”

That gets him to look at her. His eyes are hooded and lazy when he says, “You’re still talking?”

“Maybe if you had clearly explained the rules—” Nesta starts to grumble, but shuts up when he quirks a brow at her. She won’t lose this game, not for anything—even if she’s split at the seams with Cassian inside her and is one thread away from completely snapping.

Now fully alert, Cassian watches Nesta finish washing up. He hasn’t touched her once since he pulled her onto his cock, and now Nesta tries to make up for the aching lack by pretending her roaming hands are his.

It’s not until the washcloth reaches her tummy that Nesta pauses, her hand frozen over her lower abdomen. Because there, even past the cloth, she can feel him. The skin just slightly bulges, and she looks down at herself with her lips slightly fallen apart. She didn’t realize he was nestled so deep in her, but now she swallows past a lump in her throat. “Cassian…” she starts weakly. Every last muscle is trembling with the effort to stay still. Can he really be unaffected by all of this? Is she really the only one dying right now?

Without intending to, her hand drops the cloth, slipping toward her clit. She can only brush the sensitive nub before Cassian says quietly, “Don’t.”

So this is against the rules, too. She can’t even bring herself to look at him, she’s strung so tight. Taking a shallow breath, she grabs the pitcher from the shelf by the tub and fills it with water, using it to rinse off the suds. When she’s done, with water droplets running down every inch of her, she dares to look at Cassian again. Her anxiousness to get this over with must be written all over her face, and yet.

“Good,” Cassian says, voice just a little grated.

Nesta’s heart rate picks up a beat. She’s finally getting her reward.

“Now sit still and pretty while I rest,” he says, sinking even lower into the tub—and causing his cock to dig even deeper into Nesta. “This is a bath, not a splash pad.”

Nesta chokes. “What—I thought—”

“Hm?”

She presses her lips together tightly, refusing to protest. He can’t make her warm his cock like this forever, can he? Soon enough he’ll crack.

Four minutes in, and he doesn’t crack. While Nesta gets closer to crying by the second, she has yet to find evidence that he’s even aware of her presence. Her only proof is the fact that he’s still rock hard, occasionally twitching against the depths of her walls.

At five minutes in, Nesta can’t help it. She breaks, and her inner muscles clamp around Cassian with a viselike grip. She half-sobs in pain and relief, and her hips jerk of their own accord.

Cassian’s eyes fly open at that, the pupils blown wide, and Nesta has to catch herself on his chest to keep from crumbling. If she had half a working brain left, she would have noticed the trembling restraint that lines Cassian’s limbs, or the way his eyes burn with welling desire and even sympathy. Instead, she turns her face into his chest and begs weakly, “Pleasepleaseplease.” Her thighs keep shifting, rubbing back and forth to create friction, but she can’t give herself permission to move the way she truly needs until Cassian gives her permission.

Nesta feels Cassian’s broad hand come up to carefully brush her back. She nearly weeps with relief at the touch, but he doesn’t go any further. “What do you want, baby?” he says roughly.

“You,” she forces out. She doesn’t care if this is losing.

“Me, what?” He sounds like he’s about to lose, too.

“I want you to fuck me.” She’s nearly whimpering, trying not to squirm on his lap.

Cassian, the horrible bastard, has the nerve to snicker in her ear, though he sounds more than a little wrecked when he says, “Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

In a flash, he has Nesta pinned against the porcelain tub. And before she can decide whether to laugh or moan or cry at the turn of events, Cassian covers her mouth with his and thrusts into her, giving her everything she wants.

***

Hours later, after they’ve sated themselves on sex and food and Cassian is napping sprawled out across Nesta’s back, she receives a text from Azriel telling her he won’t be there to celebrate the rest of Cassian’s birthday.

Az: You two deserve the alone time. Also I didn’t get him a present.

Another text pops up before Nesta can reply.

Az: I did order a cake to be sent up to your room, though. Don’t worry, there’s not a picture of your boobs on it.

Nesta’s eyes widen at that, not knowing why—or how—that would be an option. But she completely forgot about getting cake in all the unexpected hassle of their vacation, and not for the first time is she grateful that Azriel came along with them on their trip.

Typing back a quick thank you, Nesta clicks her phone off and curls further into Cassian’s warmth. He shifts on top of her, hugging her closer, and a moment later she feels his nose poking at the crook of her neck. “Good morning,” he murmurs thickly, sleep coating his voice.

“It’s six p.m,” she snickers. The sun slipped behind the mountains just a few minutes ago, leaving the room a blue dark.

Cassian responds by slipping his hands under her oversized tee, rubbing the muscles along her back. “Where’s everyone else?” They haven’t seen Gwyn, Emerie, or Az in hours.

Nesta turns around in Cassian’s arms to face him. “Consider them gone. We’re by ourselves for the rest of the night.”

He perks up at that. “Really?”

A knock sounds from the penthouse door, and Nesta remembers Azriel’s text. She squirms out from under Cassian’s weight with some difficulty and stands off the bed. She points a stern finger at him. “Don’t move from here,” she orders. “I’ll be back.”

Cassian leans back, looking questioning and amused, but Nesta has already jammed her feet into slippers and left the room by then.

She accepts the covered platter from room service at the door and leaves a tip, before carrying the cake over to the coffee table in the living area and setting it down. Within ten minutes, she has an entire setup arranged: the fireplace is up and roaring, the fur throw she stole from Cassian’s couch to bring on vacation is spread out before it, and the cake candles are lit. The Italian dinner that she ordered earlier also arrives by then, and once everything is laid out, she calls for Cassian to come downstairs.

He’s fully dressed in a sweater and jeans when he appears at the top of the short set of stairs, and he looks so excited to see her that he doesn’t notice the cake or the dinner until he’s only a few steps away from her. Very slowly, his smile freezes. “What’s all this?”

“It’s your birthday,” Nesta says. “Duh.”

“But I thought we already celebrated,” he stumbles, looking around. “With the skiing, and the bathtub—”

Nesta makes a face. “You thought that was celebrating?” She shakes her head and beckons Cassian over to the fur throw, right before the table decked out with food.

He sits down beside Nesta, looking over her in nothing but her thin white shirt. “Are you cold? Do you want my sweater?”

She rolls her eyes as far back as they can go. “No, I want you to focus and make a wish before 6:27.”

“How do you know my birth time?”

“Will you do it or not?” she threatens. The candle wax is melting onto the cake.

Cassian stares at her for a moment longer before finally facing the cake. Closing his eyes, he mouths something unintelligible and blows the candles out.

Nesta claps softly. “Happy two years away from thirty. What did you wish for?” She leans closer.

He leans away. “It doesn’t come true if you go around announcing it.”

Nesta’s shoulders drop. “Wishes aren’t real, Cassian.”

“That’s what you say.” He swipes a dollop of chocolate frosting off the cake with his finger and holds it out to Nesta.

Smiling, she wraps her lips around his finger, scraping the chocolate off with her teeth and licking it clean. He sucks on the same finger when she’s done, chasing after her taste and the lingering frosting. “What do you want first?” he asks. “Dinner or dessert?”

“This.” Nesta pulls out a small box from under the table, placing it in front of Cassian. She didn’t have time to find wrapping paper or a bag, but she’s a bit proud of herself anyway.

Cassian once again looks taken by surprise. “You didn’t have to…” He trails off as he reaches for the box. It’s already obvious what it is, but he still opens it carefully, hesitantly.

He stares at the silver watch for a little while and then looks back up at Nesta. “I…” He clears his throat.

“What do you think?” In all honesty, Nesta already knows. But she needs to hear it from him.

He meets her eyes. “It’s so…normal. Do you know what I mean?”

It’s the type of gift that Nesta’s mother would have given to her father, the type of gift that wives would give to their husbands. Not necessarily original or thoughtful, but domestic.

“Since you like to spend your time thinking about taxes and minivans and stuff,” Nesta says, remembering their last conversation about the future, “I thought you’d like something normal.”

Cassian laughs at that. He takes the watch out of the box and turns it over in the firelight, still a little dumbstruck. “I love it,” he says roughly.

Nesta kicks him in the knee. “It’s a watch, not an engagement ring.”

But he doesn’t hear a word, already clasping it onto his wrist.

***

Their last day at the resort starts early with Gwyn, Emerie, and Az banging on the suite door at five in the morning. Though Cassian is already up by then, Nesta snarls and snaps like a bitch at being dragged out of bed to watch the sunrise.

With everyone’s bags packed and waiting at the door, they all gather on the balcony connected to the suite in content silence. Azriel nurses a thermos of coffee that he refuses to share with Cassian, and Nesta is wrapped up in that fur throw she loves, half-asleep against Emerie.

When the sky starts lightening, Cassian pulls Nesta away from Emerie and into his body. “You’re gonna miss it,” he murmurs onto the top of her head.

She blinks awake, looking out at the sky slowly being streaked with a dozen colors. From here, the view over the mountains and the quiet town some miles beneath the resort is breathtaking. Easily better than any sunrise Cassian could have shared with Nesta back home.

It’s beautiful, and in that moment he decides he wants to see even more beautiful places than this with Nesta. Someday.

“Pretty,” she yawns, tilting her head back against his chest. Cassian feels guilty for keeping her up so late the night before, but he’s not ashamed of how she rests in his arms right now.

After the sun climbs past the lowest peak, the group of them slowly but surely come more alive. Emerie asks Az to go inside with her and do a final check before they leave, and Nesta shakes both the blanket and Cassian’s arms off herself.

“Some coffee will wake you up,” he promises her, leaving her outside in the dewy morning air with a kiss on the temple.

When Cassian returns to the balcony with two freshly brewed cups, he finds Gwyn and Nesta in deep conversation. “I never apologized for crashing your weekend,” Gwyn is saying.

“You don’t need to,” Nesta responds, watching the world wake up below her.

“Still,” Gwyn says, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I acted out of character, didn’t I?”

Nesta turns to her then, the sun haloing her face, and the look of understanding she wears makes Cassian take a step back inside.

“He does that to me,” Gwyn goes on, looking lost as ever. “I don’t know why he does that to me.”

“First love will do that to anyone,” Nesta says.

This isn’t a conversation Cassian should be overhearing, he realizes. Turning around with his coffees, he goes to find Emerie and Azriel instead.

In the living area, Emerie realizes at the last minute that she’s missing her phone charger. By the time she finds it, Nesta and Gwyn have rejoined the group.

Cassian hands Nesta her still-warm coffee with a warmer smile. “You ready to get out of here?”

“Hell yes, baby.” She slings an arm around his waist.

They barely make it to the resort lobby before Azriel and Gwyn start arguing over which route to take home.

“Why would you add an extra hour to your trip for no reason?” Azriel is saying.

“It’s none of your business!” Gwyn retorts.

“She’s scared of highways,” Emerie inserts.

While they bicker on the way to check out, Cassian finds Nesta’s hand and runs a finger down her palm. “Hey, Nes?”

“Hm?” She looks up at him.

He curls his fingers around hers. “Thank you for doing this.”

***

a/n: i cant keep posting chapters right before i sit down to cry in front of kdramas

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[katsukisbimbo]

open wide

✯pairing: itadori yuuji x reader (x sukuna)

✯summary: facefucking with virgin itadori <3

✯wordcount: 1.3k

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, facefucking, degradation, spit, swearing, slight corruption, sub/dom themes, senpai kink? humiliation.

✯note: i’ve actually fallen down a pit. jjk men are ruining my life.

“It’s my first-time senpai.”

What. 

“Deadass Itadori?”

“Deadass.”

You sighed, massaging your temples to ease your incoming headache. You had come here, promising your kouhai the blowjob of his life, unaware of the fact that he was still a virgin. You were flattered that Itadori trusted you enough with his body and his first time especially. You were unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was untouched. It was surprising as Itadori had a large number of females fawning over him during your school years. 

It was even more surprising as Itadori did nothing but get more attractive each time you saw him, which led to you finally asking him to allow you to suck his cock. Of course, sex was optional, but if you were continued to be deprived of his cock, you were going to die.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby?” you queried, peering up at his blushing expression. He scratched his neck, avoiding your heated gaze. “I didn’t want you to think that of me as a child. You’re older than me and…You always treated me as a kid. So, I worked hard to make you see me as a man. A man you can have a relationship with. A man who can please you. Make you cum until you’re sobbing.”

“I-I” you were speechless. You were unaware of true feelings and now that he’s revealed them, you didn’t know what to say. ‘Me too?’ No. That was stupid. Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ shape, feeling your cheeks heat at the thought of Itadori making you cry from pleasure. Cunt clenching at the thought of corrupting your cute little kouhai, unable to suppress a coo while patting his head. He was too adorable.

He growled. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m talking about how I don’t like being treated like a kid and you continue? Do you like disobeying my orders slut? I just felt your cunt twitch on my thigh.” he smacked your ass. “You still think of me as your ‘cute little kouhai’.” Your body went rigid. “Yeah. Gojo-sensei told me about how you used to gush about me to him. Talking about how you would’ve asked me out if not for our age difference. Tell me, does that still apply today?” he snarled, grabbing your cheeks with his right hand and roughly squeezing, your lips pouting.

“I don’t think it does. If it did, you wouldn’t be here grinding your slutty little pussy on my thigh the way you are. Yet, you still act as it does apply. What do you want? You’re not making your intentions clear.”

“W-Want cock.” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the embarrassment of looking at his heated gaze. “Yeah? Whose cock? Gojo-sensei’s? Megumi’s? Inumaki-senpai’s? Or maybe even Sukuna’s?” your eyes widened at the mention of the special-grade curse who is currently spiritually and physically intertwined with your companion. A dark glint present in his eyes. 

“N-No! Ngh. Want you. Want yours. Only you.” you mumbled, grabbing his wrist to hover over your mouth, allowing you to press soft kisses on his fingertips. Kisses turned to licks. Licks turned to sucks. soon, you were provocatively stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Eager to please. 

“Get down on your knees and beg.” grabbing your hair and forcing you down to your knees, he smirked at your fucked out expression. His pride swelling. He finally got his senpai to submit to him. 

“P-Please let me suck on your cock. I want to choke on it so bad. Please, sir. Please give it to me.” you complied, nuzzling your face into his thigh. 

He laughed at your pitiful expression. Unbeknownst to him that Sukuna was watching. Stroking his cock to the image of you so desperate for a cock to gag your throat. The thought of taking over Itadori’s body made his cock jump in excitement. Popping in for a second won't hurt anyone. 

“Yo.” he greeted, his mouth appearing on Itadori’s hand. You helped, startled with his sudden appearance. For a moment you thought that he had taken over his body. Luckily Yuuji was too greedy to share. 

”She looks so cute begging for cock. I can't not show up.” He laughed. Yuuji sighed, unbuckling his pants as he took hold of your head once more. You felt yourself drool as he finally revealed his hot pulsating cock, standing tall with a bead of pre-cum on the head. 

You quickly grasped it in your hand, thumb spreading his pre-cum down his shaft. Stroking him up and down. He moaned, the feeling of your fingers around him almost euphoric. You pressed a lingering kiss on the head, tentatively licking. Peeking at Yuuji's wrecked form, his cheeks red, sweat dripping down his body. 

"Let me have fun with her too!" Sukuna whined. Yuuji glared at his hand. He tongued his cheek before taking ahold of your chin, guiding you to meet his hand. Your lips pressing against his. He wasted no time, licking into the roof of your mouth, his tongue pulling you further into him. He lightly bit your lip, a small whimper escaping your lips. 

You pulled away, catching your breath as Sukuna laughed. "Are you sure she isn't the virgin? She's panting like a bitch in heat after a measly kiss." You glared at him, smacking him. He muttered before reluctantly left. You directed your attention to Yuuji once more. "Fuck my throat." You pleaded before swallowing his cock whole, his pubic hair licking your cheeks and nose.

"F-Fuck. You love being choked by cock don't you." he placed his hand on the crown of your hand for the nth time today, guiding your head at a pace he liked, gradually speeding up. Getting to the point where he held your head, keeping you still as he fiercely thrust his thick cock down your throat. 

You couldn't breathe. Only getting small openings to take a breath before your troat was filled once more, tears freely sliding down your cheeks as your saliva pooled in your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your lap. You gagged as you felt him harshly grip your throat, stilling his hips whilst his cock was buried in you. 

"I can feel myself in your throat. Fuck your throat is so tight. It's squeezing me so hard." he rasped. He promptly pulled out, giving you the opportunity to breathe. He cooed as he patted your head. Loving the fucked out expression on your face. "Give me a little more baby. I promise that it'll be worth it. I'll give you all of my cum yeah?" he mindlessly rambled before sliding his cock between your lips.

You bobbed your head, sliding your tongue viciously against the vein of his cock, your free hands coming to cup his testes. You continued to suck him down, feeling his cock periodically twitch as his high approached. You pulled yourself off of him. "Cum down my throat Itadori-senpai". His eyes widened, a dark glint present in his eyes. He roughly shoved his cock once more, fervently fucking your throat as a string of curses left his lips. 

"Fuck. I'm cumming down your throat. My cute little kouhai's going to swallow it all right? She's such a good girl." he praised before lurching forward, driving his cock even deeper. You choked, feeling his hot cum slide down your throat, the consistency thick and creamy. He pulled out, bending down before prying your mouth open to inspect if you really had done what he asked. 

"Open wide," he commanded. Seeing your empty mouth filled him with both pride and joy. A boyish smile gracing his lips.

"Such a good girl."

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[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife​ she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

[lady-z-writes]

Plaything

Heisenberg x fem!reader fic below the cut:

Summary: Reader works for BSAA and is scoping out the village until you get captured by none other than Heisenberg who doesn’t take well to trespassers. Once he learns of your hatred for your job, he wants the information you have and he doesn’t have to try hard to get it. You find yourself drinking, fireside, with him and can’t help but let him touch you. Angie said he’d needed a plaything and, well, you’re it.

TW: smut

Tears prickle in your eyes as you continue climbing the snow-covered hill. Your black boots crunching on the snow and the whistling of wind have been the only sounds in your ears for the last hour or so. Your teammates stumble behind you – silent – as you’re taught to be. You aren’t exactly sure what lies beyond these woods, but the feeling in your gut after talking to those villagers made you nauseous.

There’s a bridge just ahead and you glance over your shoulder at the two teammates before stepping foot on the brick. Your long black cloak whips around your knees as the wind picks up over the clearing. This armor was not made for winter weather.

It’s almost too late to pull out your gun when the three of you get knocked down by metal pieces whirling by. Your reaction time is good, taking cover just as one of your teammates gets sliced across the jugular. Bullets firing at something just beyond the bridge, you aim and fire as well at something you can only describe as a zombie. It takes the two of you to bring it down and once you do, you scurry to reload your assault rifle.

Now that things seem clear, your teammate stumbles to the body to inspect the damage. Fear still has its grips on you and you find it hard to speak, but you want to shout out to take cover. Did that thing bring those metal pieces? Were they alone?

You don’t have time for another thought before more metal objects shoot toward you both, making tears appear in your cloak. Something gets you across the cheek and you cry out as another object gets lodged in your thigh. Pulling it out, you toss it down and aim your rifle toward the bridge again.

Another one of those things has your teammate against the snow, ripping into him like a starved creature. As you turn back, your gun is torn from your hands by a sudden force. Metal comes flying passed you, hitting you upside the head and knocking you to the ground. You groan at the pain, but try to stand or shift away from your attacker.

A man in a hat and a long coat slowly approaches while wielding a large hammer. The metal seems to circle around him as he tosses away your gun.

“And what do we have here?”

“Please…stop…” you cough out, the cold air stinging your lungs from all your gasping.

This must be one of the Lords the villagers spoke of – Heisenberg, was it? Your team had been heading toward the factory. You didn’t have time to think of much more before he stands above you, inspecting you.

“Wrong place for a walk,” he hums. “Last of your kind?” he looks around at the two others lying dead in the snow. “Three of you? Hardly seems right.”

Tears stream down your face, anger at the BSAA for even making you come on this mission.

“I’ll tell you anything,” you gasp out. “Please. Please…” you’re blubbering and you know it, but the fear is real and burning in your chest. “I didn’t even want to do this.”

A clanging of metal beside you causes you to look back up at him. There’s a monster to his left that growls at you but he shoves it back.

“Is that so?” he squints at you from under his sunglasses. The moment lasts too long. You know he’s about to kill you too. “Alright then.”

A swipe of his hand and a gear kicks up to knock you upside the head and everything goes black.

•••

When you come-to, you’re being carried, slung over his shoulder like you’re weightless. You shift slightly, groaning.

“Quit moving, you’ll reopen your wounds. Don’t want you bleeding all over me.”

You can’t tell if you’re having a nightmare or if this is real but the snowy landscape is no longer hurting your eyes. Instead, you’re being carried through a dark threshold, brick and arches and high windows: a church.

Right when you’re getting used to the sway of things as he walks, you’re tossed down harshly onto cobblestone. Well, that’s a bruise. But you’re alive. For now.

There are a million questions on your lips but they all halt when you see the scene before you: a small doll-like creature prances in front of you, hopping over a few more of your dead teammates. The doll scurries over to a tall black figure with her face covered, passing by an oversized woman with a large hat and a sleek black cigarette holder in hand. The man from before flops down in a pew and leans back, ignoring the groaning from behind him as a hunchback monstrous creature lurks in the shadows. Standing before the windows is an almost angelic figure with a dark cloak and a headdress, looking poised and bored.

You cower away from the death around you, biting your tongue as your headache pounds. Ryan and Erin, two colleagues that went toward the flooded fishing village, are oozing blood and a pus-like green goo. You want to throw up, but you scoot backwards as far as possible, trying to keep your back to the wall.

More metal pieces come flying around you; scoot you back toward the group, shove you from behind until you’re standing on shaking, bleeding legs.

“This is all that’s left?” the voice comes from the angelic figure and you cautiously look beside you to note that there are, in fact, four survivors – mostly from the group who went to the castle.

“Yes, Mother. May I suggest you give them all to me? Our last batch of survivors went to Moreau and my daughters are quite…eager…for visitors.”

These must be the ones the villagers spoke of.

“Your appetite amazes me, oh supersized one,” the one with the hammer speaks up; Lord Heisenberg, you’re still assuming. “By all means, take the measly men. But this one comes with me.” He points at you. “I found her just outside of my factory. And I don’t take well to uninvited guests.”

“He wants a plaything,” the doll chants in a singsong voice.

“Shut the fuck up, Angie,” he snaps, losing his cool. “Look, enjoy your mandick; play chase around the castle – whatever. She was on my property.”

Your stomach flips at the look he shoots you. There’s a sinister smile but you find comfort in the fact that he didn’t kill you before. Maybe…-

“Done. Take your prizes and go,” the angelic one waves off.

When the tall one stands, your stomach drops as you look up at her. Long blades grow from her nails and she shoves them through the wrists of your colleagues, like skewers. As she passes, she bends toward you, cuts the top of your hand. You’re in shock when she presses her mouth to your wound, lapping up the blood.

“Move it along, you big-hatted, mouth-breathing bitch.”

“Heisenberg, you petulant child!” her claws come to swipe down at who is now confirmed as Heisenberg, but he raises his hammer above him to block.

“Be gone!” the angelic one shouts at them.

Heisenberg grabs your wrist and hauls you forward, onto a giant plate of metal. His powers link metal around your wrists like handcuffs before he knocks you unconscious again.

•••

Your body is throbbing by the time you wake. Eyes adjusting to the darkness, you glance around in the dim lighting. A bed is shoved in one corner, but the room is pretty bare. One wall is a large row of tool benches with metal scraps and tools strewn about. Heisenberg sits on a rolling stool, tinkering with something.

You exhale shakily, sitting up and noting the cuffs still in place – your fingers going numb.

“Ah, finally came-to, hm?” he spins to face you. “I was about to douse you with water.” He stands, towers over you, pulls you to your feet by the handcuffs. “Come, let’s talk.” He motions to the chair. You sit, shaky. “Heisenberg,” he tips his hat. “And you are…?”

“Y/n.”

“What are you, y/n?”

“I-I work for BSAA,” you glance over at the files on his desk, wondering how much he knows. He doesn’t stop you so you assume he’s at least privy to that. “My team was on a mission here to get information on this village…and, well, you.”

“Flattered,” he hums. “I’ll cut to the chase: there’s a reason you’re still alive. You have information. You could be useful…what did you mean when you said you didn’t want to do this?”

You gulp as he circles you. “I…was on a mission before and stumbled across some information that they want to keep quiet. I tried to quit, but they won’t let me leave.” You don’t know why you’re telling him all this. You wonder if maybe it’ll help you stay alive. Maybe he’s telling the truth.

“You said you’d tell me. Well, kitten, spill…” the powerful way he’s standing over you is intimidating but also slightly attractive and you’re kicking yourself for thinking that of your captor.

“BSAA is using bioweapons and plan to investigate the mold in this location to further advance the bioweapons program.”

He pauses. “That’s quite the mouthful.”

You laugh, despite the situation. “It’s quite the burden.” He tilts his head slightly.

“Do you know of Mother Miranda?”

You shake your head. “Just what the villagers told me. They seem…devout.” You search for the right word.

Heisenberg rolls his eyes. “Fuckin’ mindless idiots is what they are…”

After a pause, you finally find the guts to say, “I gave you information…will you uncuff me?” you add a, “please” for good measure.

“You’re not thinking of attacking me, are you?”

“And risk a gear to the throat? No, thanks.”

This elicits a laugh from him. He snaps the cuffs right off.

“I like you.”

Rubbing your wrists, you glance up at him while he glares down at you.

“Back there, at the church…thank you for taking me back here. Sounds like I would have been a meal if I would have gone with my colleagues.”

He huffs. “She’d eat you up.” The comment is dripping with innuendo and the cheeky smirk he shoots you makes your stomach flip. There’s something alluring about this guy. Maybe you hit your head too many times today. “But you’re welcome.” The moment hangs in the air and he’s clearly uncomfortable with it so he saunters off out of the room. “You drink?” he calls.

“Poison, no. Alcohol? I could.” He clearly likes the quips because another laugh comes from him.

“All I got’s whiskey,” he returns with a chipped-up coffee mug and a liquor bottle. You hold the mug as he pours and you can’t help but shake – from fear or cold…

He notices. “Got you all cut up,” he finally acknowledges the tattered clothing, the dried blood on your wounds. “Let’s get you warmed up.”

Your mind goes tons of places, but never did you imagine him leading you through dark rooms to reach an outdoor balcony where an almost makeshift firepit sits. You’re guided to a bench and he hands you the liquor bottle so he can get the fire started.

The stars out here are stunning; it’s unlike anything you’ve seen. The cool breeze chills you through, making you hold your torn cloak tighter. When the fire lights and the whoosh of warmth meets your face, you almost moan.

Out here, in the silence, under the stars – you could sleep…

“She took me,” Heisenberg startles you from your mental break. You hand over the whiskey as he approaches. “Mother Miranda isn’t really my mother.” He takes off his sunglasses, rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

You sit quietly and listen to his tale of woe; moved by how troubling it is. By the time you’re halfway through your coffee mug of whiskey, he’s pouring you some more.

“Do you remember your family? Your real family?”

“I do…I do have memories,” he nods. “Everything else was destroyed – except this factory.”

“Did Miranda have something to do with that?”

He blinks at you, keeps drinking from the bottle. You know your answer.

You’re getting the tingling feeling in your fingers and the heat from the fire has made you remove your cloak; leaving you in just your fitted top and ripped pants. Heisenberg’s eyes trail over your skin, his tongue glides across his lower lip momentarily.

“Why did you really bring me here?” you find yourself asking, leaning closer to him.

“If you’re cold, I can take you inside…” he ignores you, but you keep up your intense stare.

“Were they right? Did you want a plaything?” maybe it’s the drink but you feel emboldened to overstep.

His mouth opens then shuts and then he’s grinding his teeth.

“You have no idea…” the growl that leaves his throat sends chills through you.

He practically spills the whiskey with how quickly he lunges at you, mouth connecting with yours in a heated kiss. When you’d first met, you’d assumed his advances would kill you. Now, you’re thinking something else completely.

Your hands grip at his jacket, pull him closer until he’s seated beside you and then you’re in his lap. He tastes like whiskey and smoke. He’s tense beneath you, almost holding his breath.

His hands rip at your clothes and before you know it, you’re topless in his lap. His eyes hungrily take you in before you feel his facial hair against your soft skin as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His fingers massage the other nipple and you feel teeth gently on you.

He’s hard already and you shamelessly grind against him, hoping to relieve some of the pressure you’re feeling as well. The air feels colder when his mouth pops off you.

“I needed a distraction,” you hum as his lips trail to your neck.

“Pants off. Now,” he mutters.

“You just like to bend ‘em right over, huh?” you laugh. “Okay, Jesus…” but his hands are already fumbling with your snap and zip until he gets frustrated and just rips them off. The need he has is alluring.

He picks you up, turns, slams you down, and gets on his knees before you. You’re stripped completely naked for him, clothes discarded and forgotten as he hums at the sight of you on this cold night. The fire and the feeling of his hands on you keeps you warm enough.

“Pretty,” he moans. “So fuckin’ pretty…”

In the flickering firelight, you catch the tent of his pants. His hands spread your legs then he shifts your knees over his shoulders as he leans between your thighs. Open-mouthed kisses leave you moaning, covering your mouth.

“No,” he mutters. “Let me hear you.”

It’s only when you’ve proven that you will make noise that he lets his mouth trail to your pussy. A flat tongue glides over your folds and you moan loudly, head thrown back as he flicks your clit with a pointed tongue. He’s lapping at you and eating you out like a man starved.

“Ungh…Heisenberg,” you begin to whisper.

“-Karl,” he corrects before he inserts a finger into your dripping pussy.

You’re practically screaming his name when he finds your g-spot that quickly. The pace he’s finger-fucking you at mixed with the potentially public location and the talented tongue, you’re on the edge of something spectacular.

“M’close,” you whisper out, feet digging into his back.

Karl moans. “Come for me, y/n. And then I want you to come on my cock.”

Those words send you barreling toward your orgasm. Your fingers grip his hair as you grind toward his face.

“Ah, fuck…” you cry out.

“Good girl,” he coos, suckling a mark on your inner thigh. You’re ushering him up, yanking at his coat, pulling him into you. Your lips meet as you fumble with his belt and his pants. He helps you, both of your breathing erratic. “So eager,” he chuckles between kisses.

“Want to feel you,” you hum. “Please, Karl?”

“Mmmm, I like you begging.” His pants fall and he lays you down on the bench. “Be a good girl and take my cock.”

He trails the tip along your wetness, teasing you, before he sheaths himself inside. Your back arches off the bench and you let out a whine from the way he’s stretching you.

“Fuck, so big…” you moan, reaching to pull him down.

He shifts your left leg over his shoulder and pounds into you the best he can on this bench. It’s harsh and the bench is digging into your back in an uncomfortable way, but you’re enjoying this.

You’re meeting him thrust-for-thrust, hands tracing over his torso.

“Get undressed.”

He grunts, “Too cold.” You smack him on the arm and the way he glares at you… “You little brat,” he growls. “Do you want to get off again or should I stop holding back?” You shake your head. “Then get off.”

You nod against his chest as he shifts a hand to play with your clit. The pressure and new angle he’s hitting you at, you can’t help but cuss and grip at him. The feel of him bottoming out, of how surprising this pleasure was…you hadn’t expected this when you met him on that bridge. You’re rutting against him, pulling him down harsher until he pounds into you with such intensity.

There’s an echo of a scream that reverberates around you – it’s yours. The fire crackling is your only response until Karl chuckles against your neck.

You can feel your muscles tensing around his thick cock; an orgasm nearing once more. You’re kissing his neck and praising him; caught up in this moment under the stars. The consistent pressure against your g-spot; one more thrust and you’re a goner – moaning against his chest and kissing and biting – gone mad with the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck…” he’s sloppy suddenly, bottoming out and hitting the same spot repeatedly until you feel him rutting harsher, spilling inside of you.

Your gasping sounds louder than the roaring fire and the two of you lay there uncomfortably; Karl not resting his whole weight on you, his forehead pressed against your chest as he huffs out.

The chill in the air stings against your completely naked body, worse now with the sweat.

“That was…unexpected,” you laugh.

“Maybe for you,” he shrugs.

You shiver as he gets off you. He removes his jacket to give it to you and you eagerly shove your arms in it, thankful for the warmth from his body heat.

“Can we go inside?” you shiver.

He meets your gaze. “Don’t think I’m finished with you.”

“Oh?” you tease. “I need some rest. This jackass attacked me earlier…”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me regret stopping that oversized bitch from taking you.”

“You said you needed a plaything…” you hum. “How long did you plan to keep me?”

Karl groans. “Get inside so you can ride my cock and then I’ll make my decision.”

You smirk at him, quite enjoying this newfound thing.

“Bring the whiskey.”

[bouncyirwin]

Domestic

For @edzialove

G | KakaSaku | 684 words | AO3

“Honey, I’m home!” Sakura’s sing-song trilled through the air. Kakashi’s roller-chair squeaked against the polished wooden floors as he back-peddled out of the living room.

He had his hitai-ate wrapped backwards on his head and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose. “Oh great, just in time to watch me die. Sakura, my love, thank you for being a wonderful wife, but alas fate is cruel, and your husband lies dying amidst plot twists and plot holes.”

“The wave arc’s still giving you trouble?” Sakura crooned, stepping between his spread knees to cradle his head against her chest.

He sighed heartedly as he buried his face in her warmth and his arms wound around her waist. “I’ve rewritten it three times.”

“Oh no,” Sakura offered due sympathy, carding her hand through his hair. She tugged at the hitai-ate. “What’s with this?”

“I have a headache,” he groaned, sounding like an overdramatic patient.

“Why don’t you come lie down with me for a bit? A small break won’t hurt.” Sakura promised, bending to press a kiss on his head. “Come on, up.”

Kakashi groaned again but summoned the strength to rise to his feet so that he was once again a head taller than Sakura.

He smiled weakly when she chuckled at him and opened his arms. “Welcome home?” He offered goofily.

Sakura went into his embrace with a giggle and squeezed him tightly. “Thank you,” she said. “My shift wasn’t all that bad today—well. Save for one of my nurses having a slipping accident and nearly breaking her hip.”

“Oof,” Kakashi huffed, dragging her towards the bedroom with his arms still tightly around her. They shuffled in a swaying dance until they toppled suddenly onto the bed.

She yelped, and Kakashi laughed, gathering her in his arms, and slipped his knee between hers. “Nope, too late, you’re trapped.”

Sakura rolled her eyes but she curled into the heat of his body contentedly and allowed herself to relax after a long day of work. “You’d swear you’re four, not forty-four.”

“Retired kages deserve a break,” Kakashi intoned.

“Mhm, and what else do they deserve? Nap times?”

“Yep,” Kakashi agreed. “And not to be third and fourth wheeled by another kage and his anbu.”

“Kakashi they’re married and it was a double date,” Sakura laughed, pinching his shoulder lightly.

He wiggled. “Semantics.”

“Fine, no more double dates,” Sakura appeased. “Why are you still holding me hostage?”

“Can’t I hold my wife?” Kakashi nipped her ear playfully, despite the way Sakura always swatted at him when he did that.

“You’re such a baby after every writing session,” Sakura accused but allowed him to shift on top of her.

“Lies. And where are my kisses?” He pressed, nudging their noses together. “I did fifteen thousand words, just so you know.”

“My, you’ve been working so hard,” she teased, slipping her fingers in his hair and tipping her chin back to receive his kiss.

Kakashi hummed, indulging in sweet kisses. “I have a very impressive wife, I have to keep up somehow.”

“Maybe stop flattering me and tell me what you want?” She tugged his head back to give him a sly smirk.

“More kisses?” He offered innocently.

Sakura allowed him another sweet, breathless kiss. “And?”

“Uh…”

“Out with it.”

“….Can we cancel on your parents this weekend?” Kakashi pleaded.

“Kakashi!” She groaned and flipped them over, settling firmly on his hips. She glared at him. “We said we’ll go!”

“I knoww,” he whined, covering his face with his hands. “But I was hoping we could go out since it’s your day off…”

Sakura sighed, peeling his hands off his face and bending to kiss him again. “Let me think about it.”

He brightened, bracketing her to his body again and deepening their kiss. “You are … a wonderful… wonderful… wife.”

Sakura nipped at his lips warningly. “Are you plying me with kisses?”

“… no…”

She shook her head long sufferingly, but allowed his palms to card through her hair and pull her in for another liplock.

Sakura could tell you, in detail, just how hard those were to resist.