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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY — H.H

↻ 5 times you experience jealousy— and 1 time he does.

↻ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, suggestive themes

↻ wc; 7.1k

1 —

The familiar ding of the elevator echoed through the Man Cave, reverberating off the metallic walls. You barely glanced up, still savoring the last few fries from the greasy basket in front of you. The smell of salt and oil hung in the air, mixing with the subtle hum of the computers. When you finally did look up, it wasn’t Ray as expected—it was Henry and Charlotte, their laughter spilling in like sunlight breaking through the cold steel of the lair.

They strolled toward the booth, Henry’s hand brushing against Charlotte’s arm as she made some joke you couldn’t hear but felt in the way his eyes crinkled. They collapsed into the soft, foamy cushions across from you, still giggling like schoolkids.

“Did Ray beep you guys too?” you asked, feigning nonchalance as you shifted in your seat, the cushion creaking beneath you.

“Yup,” Henry replied, his voice light, the ‘p’ popping playfully. “He sounded kinda urgent.”

Before you could say more, the sound of Ray’s heavy footsteps thudded in the distance. He emerged from behind the snack bar, dressed in his usual plaid shirt and jeans, pushing a cart laden with neatly stacked manila folders. The air around him smelled faintly of nacho cheese.

“Speak of the devil,” Charlotte quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her eyes rolling in that effortless way she had. Henry chuckled beside her, their laughter vibrating through the booth.

You glanced at the cart as curiosity tugged at you, fingers lightly grazing the folder marked DRILL FINGER as you picked it up. Before you could speak, Henry’s hand reached over, brushing yours as he took the folder from you. The brief touch sent a spark up your arm, but before you could meet his eyes for more than a second, Ray slammed a fresh stack of files onto the table, snapping you both out of the moment.

“They’re mission reports,” Ray grunted. “Sort through them, figure out which villains are in jail and who’s still out there causing trouble.”

The collective groan that followed was immediate, filling the cave with a heavy sense of dread.

“And you’ll be doing… what, exactly?” Charlotte asked, raising an eyebrow at Ray’s retreating form.

“Eating nachos and watching you kids work,” he replied over his shoulder, already heading toward the snack machine.

With a sigh, you reached for a stack of files, the paper crinkling in your hands. It should’ve been a quiet task, but Charlotte soon broke the silence, nudging Henry. “Remember that time you got stuck in that weird dream and I had to save your ass?”

Henry’s laugh was soft but genuine, the sound low in his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey, that was one time.”

You tried to stay focused on the mission reports, the feel of the rough paper slipping through your fingers grounding you, but their laughter kept creeping into the corners of your mind. Every shared glance, every inside joke felt like a secret you weren’t part of. Their chemistry was effortless, natural, and it left you feeling like a bystander in a scene that wasn’t meant for you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the leather squeaking beneath you as you cleared your throat, hoping to draw them back to the task at hand.

But they barely noticed, their world orbiting around each other. Another joke, another laugh. You clenched your jaw, the sound of their shared amusement feeling heavier than the silence that followed.

2 —

The soft murmur of the coffee shop wrapped around you like a blanket, blending with the gentle clinks of ceramic mugs and the rustle of pages turning. The smell of fresh-ground coffee drifted through the air, mixing with the warm scent of cinnamon pastries from behind the counter. You sat tucked away in the back corner, the dim light above casting a soft glow on your open textbooks. Midterms were looming, and you’d come here to focus, hoping the quiet hum of life around you would ease the anxiety brewing in your chest.

But just as your pen glided across your notes, the bell above the door jingled, and out of habit, you glanced up. Your breath caught.

Henry walked in. And with him—Bianca.

You froze, fingers tightening around your pen as you watched them make their way to a small table near the window. Bianca looked effortlessly perfect, her hair catching the afternoon light as she smiled up at Henry, her laughter a melodic hum that echoed faintly across the shop.

You sank lower into your seat, hidden behind a stack of books, heart pounding in your chest. They hadn’t noticed you. The chatter of the coffee shop continued, but all you could focus on was them—the way Bianca’s hand brushed against Henry’s arm as they sat down, the way she leaned in just a little too close when she spoke. Her laughter came easy, bubbling up every time Henry said something, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up, even if just for a moment.

Your stomach twisted as Bianca casually reached across the table, her fingers grazing Henry’s. It was subtle, innocent maybe, but the gesture stung all the same. She was always like this—flirty, magnetic. You watched as she played with her hair, tilting her head slightly as she spoke, her eyes never leaving his. Henry seemed comfortable, leaning back in his chair, smiling that boyish smile that made your heart race.

You tried to focus on your textbook, but the words blurred. Your mind was too busy replaying every small interaction between them. You told yourself to leave—to get up and walk out—but your legs wouldn’t move. Instead, you stayed rooted in your chair, watching from the shadows as an hour ticked by, each small gesture between them feeling like a tiny dagger.

Bianca laughed again, her voice soft and sweet, and for a brief moment, Henry glanced out the window, his smile fading just slightly. You wondered if he was thinking of you—wondered if he remembered the promises he’d made before Bianca had left. But then his attention snapped back to her, and the thought dissolved.

The coffee in your cup had long gone cold, but you didn’t move. You just watched, heart heavy, until finally, they stood to leave. Bianca looped her arm through Henry’s, and they walked out together, the door’s bell jingling behind them.

For a moment, you just sat there in the dim light, the weight of what you’d witnessed pressing down on you. None of them knew you had been there. They didn’t see the way your fingers trembled, or how your heart had fractured, piece by piece, with every lingering glance and laugh shared between them.

In the quiet that followed, the world continued as if nothing had changed. But inside, something had shifted—jealousy, sadness, the ache of uncertainty. You let out a shaky breath, finally closing your book. For now, you’d leave the words unstudied and the questions unanswered.

3 —

The steady beep of the heart monitor echoed softly in the quiet of the Man Cave’s med bay. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the room, making the sterile whites and grays feel even more lifeless. Henry sat beside the bed, his chair pulled close to where Phoebe lay, still and bruised, her breathing shallow but steady.

You stood a little farther back, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, your heart a jumble of emotions. The fight was over, but the weight of what had happened lingered thick in the air. You glanced at Henry, the way his eyes stayed locked on Phoebe, his expression tight with concern. There was something about the way he hovered, his presence protective and unyielding, that twisted in your chest.

You understood the direness of the situation—she had been hurt saving him. Still, a dull ache of jealousy had settled deep inside you, one that you tried to push away.

As Henry sat there, his mind seemed far away, lost in the chaos of what had happened earlier. The fight was still fresh in his memory, replaying in flashes.

It had started fast. They had stormed the warehouse, side by side, working in perfect sync. Phoebe had been fierce, taking down guards with her energy blasts while Henry worked on the bomb, his hands moving quickly over the wires. You had been there too, backing them up as best you could, but it was impossible not to notice how well they worked together. Every movement was fluid, every glance between them understanding without words.

And then, out of nowhere, the blast. Henry had barely registered it until Phoebe hit the ground, a sickening thud echoing through the warehouse as her body crumpled against the pillar.

He had rushed to her, the panic in his voice unmistakable. “Phoebe!” he’d shouted, his fingers trembling as they hovered over her, unsure of where to touch, how to help.

You had watched from a few feet away, heart in your throat. Jealousy flared then, sharp and stinging, watching how frantic he was. But then Phoebe had groaned, trying to sit up, wincing through the pain, and all of that jealousy faded, replaced by something else—fear. Fear for her. Fear for Henry.

Now, back in the med bay, that same fear hung in the room, even though the immediate danger had passed.

Henry hadn’t moved from her side since you had returned. His hand rested lightly on the edge of the bed, close but not quite touching, as if he was afraid he might hurt her if he did. His face was drawn, worry creasing his brow, and he kept glancing at the monitors as if checking for any sign of change.

The jealousy you had felt earlier was still there, but it was quieter now, dulled by the reality of the situation. You understood why Henry was acting the way he was. Phoebe had saved him—she’d taken a hit for him. Anyone would have done the same in his place. But that didn’t make it easier to watch.

She stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open, still groggy from the sedatives. Henry straightened instantly, his face lighting up with relief.

“Phoebe?” His voice was soft, gentle, and he leaned forward slightly. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe now.”

Her eyes moved to him, a tired smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “Henry… you… okay?” she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse and weak.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, brushing off her concern. “Thanks to you.”

You shifted awkwardly, feeling like an outsider as you watched the exchange. The way they looked at each other, even in this moment, was undeniable. There was a bond there now, something forged in the heat of battle, and it stung in a way you hadn’t expected. You bit your lip, trying to shake it off, reminding yourself that this wasn’t about you.

But it didn’t stop the feeling from settling deep inside.

Phoebe closed her eyes again, clearly exhausted, and Henry exhaled, tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned back slightly, though he still stayed close. You could see the weight of what had happened written all over his face—the relief that she was okay, the fear that something worse could have happened, and maybe something else you couldn’t quite place.

After a long silence, Henry finally spoke without looking away from Phoebe. “I thought we were going to lose her,” he admitted quietly, almost to himself. The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.

You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet, watching him, watching her. In that moment, you realized that even though the jealousy still lingered, you couldn’t blame him for caring. Phoebe was a hero, just like him, and she had fought beside him, saved his life. It wasn’t about you or her—it was about the bond they’d formed in that moment of danger.

But still, it hurt.

Henry stayed with Phoebe through the night, his hand never far from hers, and you stayed too, even though a part of you wanted to leave, wanted to escape the painful feeling gnawing at your heart. You stayed because, despite it all, you knew they were both important to you.

And maybe that was enough.

4 —

The bright lights of the studio gleamed overhead, casting a spotlight on the sleek set where Henry and Captain Man sat for their interview. The whole space felt larger than life—cameras lined up in perfect formation, audience murmuring softly, and the shimmer of fame hanging thick in the air. You stood off to the side, arms crossed, trying to remain unnoticed. It was supposed to be an exciting event—a chance for Kid Danger and Captain Man to speak to the world, to show the public a little more of their heroic selves.

But the moment the actress, the stunning and ever-charming Ava Monroe, glided onto the stage in her shimmering gown, something in your chest tightened.

She was breathtaking, even more so in person, and the second she sat down across from Henry, you felt the shift in the air. Her smile was dazzling, her laugh infectious, and from the very first question, her attention was completely fixed on him.

“So, Kid Danger,” she purred, leaning in slightly as if she was sharing a secret just between them. “What’s it like being the most eligible superhero in Swellview?”

Henry smiled awkwardly, shifting in his seat, his cheeks flushing a little under the lights. “Uh, I don’t know about that,” he laughed, glancing briefly toward Captain Man for help, but Ray only grinned, clearly enjoying watching Henry squirm under her attention.

You felt the jealousy prickle at your skin, creeping in slowly at first. It wasn’t just that Ava was beautiful or charming—it was the way she made it so obvious that she was interested. Every glance, every brush of her hand when she leaned a little too close, every laugh that lasted just a beat too long. And Henry—Henry was trying to keep it professional, but you could see how flustered he was, how her attention had him off-balance.

“I’m sure the girls in Swellview are just dying to know—do you have someone special in your life?” Ava asked, her tone light but with just enough curiosity to make it clear she was fishing for an answer.

Henry’s smile faltered for a split second, and your heart clenched. His gaze flickered toward you for the briefest moment, but before he could answer, Ava was already speaking again, her fingers gently brushing his arm as she laughed.

“I mean, with looks and charm like yours, it’s hard to believe you’re still single,” she teased, her voice sugary sweet.

Your jaw tightened, fingers digging into your arms as you tried to keep your composure. The casual touches, the way she batted her eyelashes—it was all so painfully obvious. And the worst part? The way Henry didn’t pull away, didn’t shut it down. He was polite, yes, but the fact that he didn’t seem to mind was enough to make your stomach twist with something ugly.

You told yourself you shouldn’t care. This was just an interview, just part of the job. Ava Monroe was an actress—flirting was probably part of her charm, part of the persona she put on for the cameras. But that logic didn’t make it any easier to watch.

The interview continued, but you couldn’t focus on the questions or the banter. All you could see was the way Ava’s attention never left Henry, the way her smile brightened whenever he spoke, the way her eyes sparkled like he was the only person in the room. Every second of it felt like a punch to the gut.

When the cameras finally cut and the audience clapped, Ava stood, flashing one last smile in Henry’s direction as she thanked him for the interview. Henry stood too, still looking a little dazed by it all, but before you could even approach him, Ava was already there again, her hand on his arm as she whispered something in his ear. He smiled—nothing more than a polite, awkward smile—but it was enough to push you over the edge.

You couldn’t stay any longer. The weight of watching it all, of feeling so invisible in the shadow of her charm, was too much.

Without a word, you turned and slipped out of the studio, your footsteps quick and silent as you made your way through the exit. The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it didn’t ease the tightness in your chest. Your breath came out in shaky bursts, a mix of frustration and heartache swirling inside of you. You had no right to feel this possessive, you told yourself. Henry wasn’t yours to claim, not in that way.

But that didn’t stop the hurt from creeping in. Seeing Ava bat her eyes at him, the way she touched his arm, the way Henry had smiled—however innocent it might have been—felt like a crack in something delicate.

Your heart felt like it had been shattered by something so small, yet so impossibly large all at once.

And so, you walked, letting the distance grow between you and the place where Henry still stood, unaware of the turmoil swirling inside of you.

5 —

The quiet hum of the library filled the air, punctuated by the soft shuffling of pages and the occasional murmur of whispered conversations. It was the kind of peaceful environment you usually thrived in, the kind of place that helped you focus and push through hours of studying. But today, no matter how hard you tried, the words in your textbook blurred together, unread.

Across the room, Henry sat at a long wooden table, his head bent over a pile of notes, talking animatedly with his partner for the project—Natalie Reynolds. She was smart, everyone knew that. Always the first to answer questions in class, always at the top of the grade charts, and, to make things worse, she was easygoing and fun. The kind of person that people naturally gravitated toward.

Normally, it wouldn’t bother you. Henry had friends, just like you did. But watching the two of them together for the past week—spending long hours holed up in the library, their heads close as they poured over their research—had become increasingly hard to ignore. You told yourself it was nothing. Just a project. They were working. That’s all.

Still, every time you glanced over at them, the jealousy tightened around your chest.

You tried to focus on your own work, flipping through pages of your notes, but you couldn’t stop your ears from tuning into their conversation. Henry was laughing at something Natalie said. You couldn’t help but remember the conversation you had yesterday:

“She’s honestly so cool,” Henry said, his voice carrying across the room as he talked about her later at Junk N’ Stuff.“Like, she just knows so much about this stuff. I’d be lost without her.”

Your grip tightened on your the figures you were restocking, trying to pretend the words didn’t sting, but they did. You tried brushing it off, convincing yourself it didn’t matter, but it was hard to ignore how often Henry had been talking about Natalie lately. How much he’d been praising her, how their study sessions seemed to stretch longer every day.

It wasn’t like you didn’t understand—Natalie was smart. She was capable, and probably the perfect partner for the project. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier. You couldn’t help but feel left out, like some invisible line had been drawn between them that you weren’t a part of.

You caught glimpses of their smiles, the way they leaned in close, heads bent together, deep in conversation about whatever new discovery they’d just made in their research. They were so focused, so wrapped up in their own little world, and you… you were just on the outside, looking in.

The worst part wasn’t even how close they seemed to be getting—it was the way Henry kept bringing her up in conversation when you did see him. Talking about how smart she was, how much she knew, how helpful she’d been. And every time, you’d nod along, forcing a smile, trying to be supportive, when all you really wanted was for him to stop.

You hated feeling this way—jealous, insecure. It wasn’t like you. Henry wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just working on a project, just being nice, just appreciating someone else’s skills. But each compliment he gave her felt like a little piece of your connection to him was being chipped away.

Eventually, you closed your notebook and shoved it into your bag, unable to focus anymore. Maybe it was better to just leave, to stop torturing yourself by watching them from afar. But as you stood and slung your bag over your shoulder, you caught Henry’s eye. He smiled, waving you over.

“Hey!” he called, oblivious to the internal storm brewing inside you. “Come check out what we found.”

You hesitated, your heart tugging between wanting to be close to him and wanting to avoid the sharp sting of jealousy. With a deep breath, you crossed the room and stood at the edge of their table, forcing a smile as Henry excitedly explained whatever new piece of information they had discovered.

But you barely heard a word. All you could focus on was how natural they seemed together, how easy it was for him to talk to her, laugh with her, and how little space seemed left for you in that moment.

+1 —

The bright lights of the lavish dining room glimmered overhead, casting an elegant glow on the grand table set for a private dinner with one of Swellview’s most notorious villains, Victor Voss. The atmosphere felt charged, filled with the soft clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation, as you stood off to the side, adjusting your suit to fit the part. This was a high-stakes mission—a chance for you to flirt with Victor while Kid Danger and Captain Man snuck in to retrieve vital information.

You were wired with an earpiece, allowing you to hear Henry and Ray’s every word as they made their way through the shadows. Your heart raced, not just from the thrill of the mission but from the daunting task ahead. Victor entered the room, his presence commanding, dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his imposing figure. You felt a flicker of nerves but quickly pushed it aside; you were here to do a job.

As you approached Victor, a confident smile on your face, his gaze shifted to you, instantly intrigued. “Well, well, who do we have here?” he purred, leaning back in his chair, eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Are you here to charm me, darling?”

“Maybe,” you replied, leaning slightly closer, letting your voice drop to a conspiratorial whisper. “Or perhaps I’m here to learn a few things from the most powerful man in the room.” The flirtation was effortless, and the words felt natural as they slipped from your lips.

In your earpiece, you could hear Henry’s voice, a hint of tension threading through his words. “Stay focused. Remember, we need that intel,” he urged, though you could detect a slight edge to his tone.

Watching from the shadows, Henry clenched his jaw, his heart racing in a way he hadn’t expected. Every word you exchanged with Victor felt like a dagger to his gut. It wasn’t just the situation—it was the way you held yourself, how effortlessly charming you were, drawing Victor’s full attention. He’d always known you were good at this, but watching it unfold in front of him made it feel too real.

Victor chuckled, a sound deep and rich, leaning in to engage you further. “You’re bold. I like that. Tell me, what do you find so fascinating about my work?” His eyes sparkled with interest, and Henry felt a surge of frustration. This is just a game for him, he thought, struggling to keep his own feelings in check. Just a villain playing with his prey. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

“Power can be intoxicating,” you responded, flashing him a coy smile. “But it can also be lonely. Don’t you crave something more?” You could feel the energy shifting as he leaned even closer, his interest piqued.

Henry swallowed hard, an unfamiliar tension coiling in his chest. What am I doing here? I should be the one sitting next to you, he thought, his mind racing. He couldn’t shake the image of you and Victor, their chemistry crackling in the air like static. “Just stay focused,” he reminded himself. “We’re here for a reason.” But the words felt hollow against the weight of his jealousy.

In your ear, you heard Henry let out a barely audible sigh, followed by Ray’s chuckle. “Looks like she’s really got her claws into him,” Ray teased, but Henry’s irritation was mounting, the feeling of helplessness gnawing at him. “Just keep him busy; we’re almost in,” Ray continued, but Henry felt anything but calm.

As the banter continued, the tension in Henry’s voice tightened. “Just don’t get too close,” he cautioned, his protectiveness surfacing despite his best efforts to remain professional. What if she actually wins him over? The thought was almost unbearable.

“Power is lonely, but I have my ways of making it more… enjoyable,” Victor replied, his tone suggestive as he gestured for you to sit beside him. Henry’s heart sank as he watched you move closer, the warmth of your presence drawing Victor in. He could practically feel the heat radiating from the two of you, and it twisted like a knife in his gut.

“Enjoyment can come in many forms,” you countered, and Henry’s resolve faltered. You’re playing a dangerous game, he thought, anxiety spiking in his chest. The way you leaned in, the way you laughed—it was everything he feared and wanted all at once.

“Just keep flirting,” Ray whispered in your ear, but Henry could sense his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “We need that information.” The urgency in Ray’s voice only heightened Henry’s frustration, making it difficult to concentrate on the mission.

You carried on, pouring on the charm, but every compliment exchanged with Victor felt like a knife twisting deeper into Henry’s resolve. “You know,” Victor said, his gaze flickering over to where Henry was concealed, “I’ve always admired someone who can keep up with me. How do you feel about a little… adventure?”

“Adventure can be thrilling,” you replied, casting a quick glance at Henry, who was clearly on edge. He was trying to mask his emotions, but his heart was racing. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, he thought. I should be the one enjoying this dance, not him.

A faint rustle in your earpiece reminded you of the urgency. “We’re in position. Just hold his attention a little longer,” Henry urged, his voice strained. He hated feeling this way, the jealousy clawing at him. He wanted to focus on the mission but felt trapped by his own feelings.

Finally, as Victor leaned in closer, his voice sultry and enticing, Henry’s heart sank further. He caught a glimpse of you, your expression a mix of confidence and determination, and it sent a rush of warmth through him. You’re incredible, he thought, a mix of pride and frustration swelling within him. But why does it have to be like this?

With the stakes rising, Henry knew he had to keep his emotions in check, but the weight of his unspoken feelings felt like an anchor pulling him down. The evening wore on, laughter and flirtation blending with the tension that wrapped around you both, each moment laden with unvoiced feelings as he navigated the delicate balance of duty and desire.

And so, he stayed, weaving through the intricacies of deception, letting the distance between you and the truth shift, all while his heart ached for a connection that felt just out of reach. The longer he watched, the more he realized that what he truly craved was not just the mission’s success but the chance to be the one at your side, sharing in the dance of danger and attraction that seemed to come so naturally to you.

The tension hung heavy in the air as Henry and Ray settled into the car, the hum of the engine a stark contrast to the chaos of emotions swirling inside Henry. They had successfully retrieved the intel from Victor’s office, but the victory felt hollow as he replayed the earlier scene in his mind—your laughter, the way Victor leaned closer, how easily you had captivated him.

Ray glanced sideways at Henry, who was staring out the window, lost in thought. “You okay?” he asked, breaking the silence, though he already knew the answer.

Henry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, just… a lot to process.” He felt like a ball of frayed nerves, each thought pulling him in a different direction. You did what you had to do, he reminded himself, but the sting of jealousy was still fresh. “I just didn’t expect it to feel like that,” he admitted quietly, his eyes still fixed on the passing streetlights.

Ray raised an eyebrow, sensing the weight of Henry’s frustration. “You mean seeing her flirt with Victor? That wasn’t part of the plan, was it?”

“Not like that,” Henry replied, his voice tense. “I know it was just a distraction, but watching her… it’s like she was in her element. Like she was enjoying it.” The words came out more bitter than he intended, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. , he chided himself. But the feeling of helplessness clawed at him.

Ray nodded, trying to understand. “It’s just a job, man. We all know how good she is at this.” He paused, gauging Henry’s reaction. “You can’t let it get to you. She’s got a role to play.”

“Yeah, but it’s hard to watch someone else take the spotlight,” Henry muttered, his fingers tapping restlessly against the seat. “I’ve seen her take on villains before, but this was different. He was leaning in, like he wanted something more.”

“I get it,” Ray said, his tone more serious now. “But you’re Kid Danger. She’s not going to forget that.” He watched Henry’s jaw tighten, the flicker of insecurity written all over his face. “You’ve got to trust her, man. She can handle herself.”

Trust her, Henry repeated silently to himself, wishing he could. The fact that you had been so effortlessly charming, so confident in the face of danger, made it even harder to swallow. “I know she can,” he said finally, forcing a nod, but the doubt lingered. What if she enjoyed it too much?

Ray shifted in his seat, sensing the thick atmosphere. “Look, once we pick her up, this whole thing will be behind us. You’ll have your chance to talk to her.”

“Yeah, if I can even find the words,” Henry replied, his voice low. The thought of confronting you about his feelings—about everything he had experienced during the mission—felt daunting. Would you understand? Would you see how hard it had been for him to watch?

As they approached the designated pickup location, Henry’s heart raced at the thought of seeing you again. What if she thought it was all just part of the act? He didn’t want to be just another distraction in your world, yet that was exactly how he felt.

“Just keep it cool,” Ray advised as he pulled up to the curb, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of you. “You can’t let your feelings cloud the mission. You know that.”

Henry nodded but found it hard to focus. His thoughts were tangled, emotions roiling beneath the surface. What if this changes everything? He couldn’t shake the feeling that the mission had shifted something between you two—something more than just friendship.

The wait felt interminable, each second dragging on as Henry replayed every moment from the dinner in his head. Finally, he spotted you stepping out of the building, your confident stride and easy smile radiating energy that made his heart flutter and ache at the same time.

When you slid into the backseat, the atmosphere instantly changed. You were all smiles, but Henry noticed the glimmer in your eyes that hinted at the tension you must have felt earlier. “You guys won’t believe what just happened!” you exclaimed, clearly still riding the high of the mission’s success.

Ray smiled at you, engaging in light banter, but Henry remained silent, his thoughts a storm of conflicting emotions. He felt like an outsider in the moment, watching you bask in the aftermath of your performance with Victor.

As Ray continued to drive, the tension in the car grew thicker, punctuated by the unspoken words that hung in the air. Every glance you exchanged felt electric, charged with feelings that neither of you had dared to voice.

Henry stole another glance at you, his mind racing. Each second stretching into an eternity as you chatted with Ray, laughter mingling with the tension that seemed to weave its way between you and Henry.

Finally, as the familiar streets of Swellview passed by. The unease in his chest pushed him forward, urging him to break the silence, but he didn’t . He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his feelings pressing down on him like a heavy fog.

The workout room in the Man Cave hummed with a rhythmic energy, the sound of punching bags swaying gently and sneakers squeaking against the polished floor blending into a symphony of exertion. You moved with focused determination, sweat glistening on your skin as you threw punches at the heavy bag, each strike a release of the pent-up stress that had built over midterm week. The air was thick with the scent of rubber mats and the faint echo of heavy weights clanging in the distance, a welcome distraction from the swirl of thoughts clouding your mind.

You were aware of the tension that had developed between you and Henry over the past few weeks. It felt like a weight pressing on your chest, growing heavier with each passing day. The memory of his close encounters with various girls—each one more charming than the last—gnawed at you. You tried to brush it off, convincing yourself that you were overreacting, but the truth was undeniable: the jealousy was like a constant, throbbing ache, and it didn’t help that you felt more distant from Henry than ever.

As you focused on your training, each punch against the bag was a desperate attempt to release the frustration that threatened to boil over. The rhythm of your movements was meditative, yet your mind was anything but calm. Memories of Henry laughing with those girls played on a loop, a haunting reminder of the connection you wished you had with him. You could still hear the laughter echoing in your ears—the easy banter, the way his eyes lit up when he was around them. It stung more than you cared to admit.

The door creaked open, breaking your concentration, and you glanced over to see Henry emerging from the locker room, his body still glistening from his earlier workout. The sight of him took your breath away; the muscles in his arms flexed with every movement, and the way his hair fell across his forehead made your heart race. Yet, as soon as he stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted, tension crackling like electricity in the air. You could feel it—the unspoken words, the unresolved feelings.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice low but confident, breaking through the silence that had enveloped you both. “Wanna spar?”

Your heart raced, caught between desire and reluctance. You shook your head, trying to play it cool. “No thanks, I’m good,” you replied, your voice steady, but the frustration you felt seeped through the cracks. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his presence affected you, especially after everything that had happened recently.

“Oh, come on,” he urged, stepping closer, a playful grin flickering across his lips, a grin that made your stomach flutter and clench at the same time. “I promise I won’t go easy on you.”

The mention of that last part made your heart drop, a fresh wave of jealousy crashing over you like a cold wave. “You mean you won’t go easy on me like you didn’t go easy on those other girls?” you shot back, your voice sharper than you intended. The bitterness of jealousy was a familiar taste, one you hated but couldn’t escape.

Henry’s expression faltered for just a moment, but he quickly masked it with determination, his jaw tightening. “That’s not fair. This isn’t about them.”

“Isn’t it?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, your pulse quickening as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “You’ve been with so many girls lately, it’s weird.”

He clenched his jaw, a flash of frustration igniting within him. “Weird?” he echoed, his voice rising a notch. “You think i’m the only one that’s ‘weird’?”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t be dense, it’s not like you were just flirting with some random guy,” he snapped, his emotions boiling over. “You were flirting with a villain! Victor Voss! You were practically hanging on his every word!”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden intensity in his voice. “Henry, it was part of the mission! I had to distract him to get the intel. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know that!” he shot back, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “But it doesn’t mean I have to like it! Watching you smile at him, the way he leaned in closer… you know you liked it.” he said, his tone more challenging, almost daring you to confront the truth. The intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through you, a mixture of annoyance and longing that twisted your insides.

“Come on. Let’s get this out of our systems.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you exhaled a sharp breath, finally giving in to the urge that had been bubbling beneath the surface. “Fine. But don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.”

As you squared off, the air thickened with anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his presence pulling you in like a magnet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you began with playful jabs, each strike punctuated by a shared history of friendship that made this moment feel electric.

Yet, the tension simmering beneath the surface was impossible to ignore. Every punch he threw felt like a reminder of the distance that had grown between you, a barrier that had been built on misunderstandings and unresolved feelings. With each hit, you found yourself more frustrated—not just at him, but at the entire situation. You wanted to fight, to push against that barrier, but part of you was terrified of what would happen if you did.

“You think you’re so great, huh?” you teased, sidestepping a punch he aimed at you. “But you’re still avoiding the truth.”

“I’m not avoiding anything!” he replied, landing a solid hit to your shoulder, a small grin tugging at his lips as he feigned innocence.

“Really? Because it seems like you’re avoiding me since those girls came along,” you shot back, landing a kick against his side. The words felt charged, a mix of frustration and longing spilling over as you fought.

Henry’s expression darkened, and the playful tone slipped away. “You think this is about them?” he asked, his voice low and intense. “This is about you pushing me away!”

The air crackled with unfiltered emotions, and as you continued to spar, the fight morphed into a release of all the pent-up tension. You both knew it was more than just a physical match; it was a battleground for your feelings, an attempt to confront the truths that had been lingering in the space between you.

“I don’t want to feel jealous, Henry!” you yelled, frustration boiling over. “But how am I supposed to ignore it when you’re always with them?”

“Then why are you acting like you don’t care?” he countered, his breath coming in quick bursts. “I’m tired of pretending we’re not something more than friends!”

With each exchange, the intensity escalated. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, pushing you to the brink as you both vented your frustrations. As he caught your punch, his grip was firm yet gentle, and your heart raced as you locked eyes, the world around you fading into the background.

“Maybe we should stop fighting,” you murmured, your breath mingling with his, the space between you charged with electricity.

“Maybe we should,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the intensity in his gaze igniting something deep within you.

Before you could think, he pulled you closer, the intensity of your earlier sparring morphing into something more profound. Your lips crashed together, the kiss igniting a fire that had been simmering between you all along. It was rough and passionate, each moment a release of the frustration, jealousy, and longing that had been pent up for far too long.

You felt every ounce of pent-up emotion flood through you as you melted into him, bodies moving together with an urgency that spoke louder than any words exchanged in the heat of battle. The kiss deepened, hands roaming freely, exploring the familiar territory you both had skirted around for so long.

His grip on the back of your head tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you in closer. His lips crash down onto yours, hard and rough.

“Mine.” He growls against your mouth, his tongue pushing its way past your lips to explore the inside of your wet cavern, tongue battling against your own.

Henry pulled you closer, his hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind you of the heat radiating from his body. Every kiss was a confession, every breath an admission of the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. You lost yourself in the moment, forgetting everything else—the jealousy, the misunderstandings, the insecurities.

As the kiss broke, you both pulled away, gasping for breath, the reality of the situation crashing back in. The silence between you was thick with the weight of what had just transpired, a new understanding settling into the space that had once been filled with tension and uncertainty.

“What just happened?” you whispered, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief coursing through you.

Henry searched your eyes, vulnerability flickering across his features. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice husky. “But I know I want to figure it out—with you.”

Fin.

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#henry hart x reader #kid danger x reader #henry danger x reader #henry danger #o9sessions

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therapyandprozac · 5 months ago

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Title: Lollipop

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: consent king, edging, ruined orgasams, oral f! and m!receiving, fingering, super soldier stamina, brief face fucking(he looses control), arm is vibrator hehe, honorifics, so much cum talk, cream pie, lil breeding kink

Description: Upon rereading and editing all I can say in my defense is ovulation got me down bad. Oh and I kept the TSwift references to a minimum but ya know not zero, whoops 😏

You toyed with his business card between your dexterous fingers, debating the morality of calling your tutor at 11:37pm. Reflecting on the one and only session you had with him, just a few hours ago his eyes laid on yours for the first time. Piercing blue eyes undressing you slowly in his head through the lesson, you did the same to be fair. Imagining pulling that long scarf down, revealing his neck. The sound his coat would make falling gently to the floor, as your hands would explore his crisp white button down…

Shaking your head back to reality, to the ten digits printed in silver lettering on the sturdy cardstock dancing within your hand. The day dream just solidified your conviction, holding the card firmly in your hand now. You call the number, expecting an answering machine given the time.

“Bit late don’t you think?” He answers the phone with a question.

“Y-yeah sorry,” You stutter out before introducing yourself being cut off halfway.

“You think I didn’t save your number in my phone?” Sassy is the only word you can think to associate his voice with.

“I made that good of an impression, huh?” with a smile you respond.

“Doll, you’re the sexiest person to ever step foot in my classroom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember you.” Your eyes widen as you blush, you’re so happy he’s not here to see that.

“So if I said that I called because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” A dark chuckle comes from the other line. “What would you say to that?” You finish your suggestively open question.

“1719 Alpine Street, come to me.”

“Oh gods yes sir.” He hangs up the phone and you race for your keys before seeing yourself in your doorway mirror. ‘Oh hell no.’ You think to yourself before running upstairs to change. Stripping your comfy clothes fully before getting to your closet. You pick a long sleeved black lace dress, sure you’re only wearing it for him to take it off of you, but as you look back into the mirror, it’s definitely worth it. A long drive filled with anticipation and shifting thighs, as you imagine his intoxicating eyes and all of the times his tongue swiped across his lips during your lesson. As you pull into his dark driveway you can’t wait to be wrapped up in his arms.

Sauntering up to his front door, you knock once before the door opens with a whoosh, his metal hand grasping the knob. A Henley dark blue almost black, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, it hugs his incredibly well toned form. Dark grey sweatpants hang loosely, doing nothing to hide the fact he's been anticipating your arrival as well. He invites you in like he’s not bulging right before your eyes.

“So happy you called.” He whispers once the door is closed, grabbing your wrist and pulls you into this incredible kiss, chaste and simple but unforgettable. Having a look around as he steps to the nearby bar grabbing two glasses and a full bottle he leads you to a den type living room with a roaring fire in the fireplace.

“Your house is beautiful, professor.” You look at the fine detailing around the room you’re in.

“It’s Bucky,” he hands you the bottle of wine. “Check the seal.” You inspect the bottle, it's brand new.

“Thank you.” You whisper hesitantly at his wordless understanding of your fears.

“Always check.” He nods with you while he opens the bottle with a corkscrew. Filling both glasses nearly all the way full you chuckle.

“You trying to get me drunk sir?”

“Without question, yes.” He winks “But firsts,” pulling the drink away when you reach for it, placing them on the coffee table he turns back to you. “What do you want from tonight?” He isn’t touching you, though you can see in his eyes that he wants to cling to your flesh like his life depended on it.

“What do you mean?” You ask genuinely.

“You called me, I invited you over and kissed you, that’s all that’s happened so far. So I repeat, what do you want from tonight?” His face remains unreadable giving you full choice in this situation. He looks in his mid 40’s, very well put together and you are loving how consent driven he is. Stepping into his personal space not touching him but close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his body.

“When I met you I knew you were different, fuck am I glad I was right.” Your right hand grabs his large bicep. “I want you Bucky, your fingers,” Lacing your left hand in between his fingers. “your mouth,” your lips place gentle kisses up his neck. “your cock.” You whisper against the skin of his ear. A chuckle escapes him but his hands remain by his side, what more do you have to say to get him to touch you. “Fuck! Fuck me please!” You shouted.

“When I saw you I wanted to taste you, your sweet cunt taunting me under your skirt.” Licking his lips he hums a distant look in his eyes. He pushes you onto the couch before dropping to his knees, he places the glass in your hand.

Before kissing up your legs, once you’re about halfway done your glass he starts gently parting your legs. Peppering kisses up your thighs as he groans smelling you with a deep inhale he closes his eyes and savors the time between your legs, you see a smile on his lips before his tongue slips past them and up your dripping slit.

A hum from deep within his chest as he dives in, his nose stimulating your clit in an odd but very welcome way. Your hand reaches down and grips his thick fluffy hair, rolling your hips against his face. He gets the message and wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you in tight. Gasping and groaning you grind against him, his licking and lapping make you pant and moan.

Your orgasam is barely held at bay when one of his hands leaves your hip and his fingertip traces your entrance teasing you. His eyes lock to yours, crows feet grow around his intense eyes as he smiles, he plunges two long fingers deep inside you.

“Gods yes, Bucky fuck!” You shout as you cum, your fingers twisting in his hair. His fingers do not stop as he stands up and licks his lips, you move to take off his pants needing him.

“No, no sweet thing, one more.” He smiles patiently though you're pawing at him.

“Want to touch you sir.” Gasps sweet gasps escape your lips desperate for air or release.

“Patience doll, all in good time. If tonight is all I get, I want to savor you.”

“Why do you think this is the only time?” You say between pants and gasps.

“I don’t, but just in case my kitten.” He purrs before adding another finger into your hungry cunt. Your back arches as he curls his fingers, there’s a slightly blank expression on his face. As if he is memorizing every movement of your body and sound that slips across your lips.

“Kiss me?” You pant sounding more desperate than you intended too.

“With pleasure.” He speeds up his pace as he leans forward with a gentle smile on his face. After leaving a breathtaking kiss he takes off his Henley, you intake his bulky and perfectly toned form. A hum from deep within your chest as your eyes wander over his scars and rippling muscles. He continues stripping, moving to his slacks and boxer briefs. The “V” of flesh that leads your eyes down and between his thick thighs, saliva swells as you imagine how heavy and full he’d feel in your mouth. Sitting on the bed across from you, you speak up.

“Can I eat you please.” You stare eagerly at his throbbing erection.

“Gently.” He chuckles.

“Only want to lick and swallow you sir.” You can see in his eyes that it's been a while and you smirk. “I have a question, professor.” Crawling up the bed on your hands and knees, licking up his thighs. “If I suck two from you,” Up on your knees resting against his chest by now, looking down at him with your fingers gripped in his hair. “Could you still fuck the absolute devil out of me?”

“Doll, I could fuck you through tomorrow.” His lip where it meets his nose twitches as he holds the dominance over the situation, despite this potentially submissive position you’ve put him in.

You smile and purr before wordlessly adjusting to be on your knees bent over his cock, fluttering your lips up his shaft licking occasionally. Teasing is the point, you wanted to make him wait, make him shake and beg for mercy. The image in your head drives you to lick a long wet stipe from his balls to the tip. Irregular breathing from above drives you to take his aching cock into your hot mouth. Taking your time sucking and toying with the tip, feeling him shift impatiently you reach one of your hands to hold his balls gently only playing with them when he would get antsy and want for more. You work his shaft slowly down your throat, soft pulses up and down just agonizingly slow he is a groaning mess.

“Please please kitten.” Hips jolting as the words fall whimpering past his lips, loving the way he squirms under you. “Don’t stop, fuck please, doll yes!” You suck him hard and deep throat him, how could you not he’s begging so beautifully. Humming and lapping around him, balls fondle between your fingers, as he wraps his hands into your hair finally taking control as he fucks into your throat. Choking around him as he cums, so far down your throat you don’t even taste him until he pulls out. “Fuck, are you okay? I got carried away.” You look up at him, nodding with glassy eyes, a wide smile and saliva running down your chin.

His thumb wipes your chin with a cocked smile, his hand traces up your thighs to your pussy. Two fingers run from the bottom of your hole up to your clit, using your slick as lube he violently shakes his metal hand.

“Ahh woah Bucky fuck.” His hand feels like a vibrator, you lift your head and bite his neck. His right hand finds your nipple, squeezing and rolling the swollen bud between his fingertips. “No why, just fuck me Buck please!” You beg as he ruins your orgasam, whining and being shut up by lips on yours.

“We,” He starts between violent kisses, getting on his knees to match your stance. “Like to edge each other, we should,” He grunts as he pushes you onto your back, feeling where your legs are bent together, up to your pussy. “do something with that one day.”

“Stop planning for the future and put your cock in me Buck please.” Wrapping your long legs around his waist.

“Like learning things about you.” he pants against your lips. “So demanding,” pushing himself inside you, your head falls back as your spine arches. “Didn’t know you before today,” Soft hip rolls he uses to punctuate his words. “But I’ve been waiting for this, for you.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, while his cock is deep inside you. You roll your hips desperately, foggy headed all you can think about is the feeling of him filling you in a way no one ever has and his lips glued to your neck.

“Professor Barnes, you fit perfectly li- like you were made for my cunt.” He huffs his head rolling, light headed as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock.

“You’re so tight and warm, shit,” He pants. “Don't know, think you were made for me.” You’re loving the way his well put together speech pattern is falling apart as he gets closer and closer.

“Just for you sir.” You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts. “Bucky,” your voice just a whisper. “Can I cum please?” A whimper slips his lip.

“You asked so nice, doll. Please cum around me, let me feel how tight you can grip me love.” He whispers into your ear, repositioning himself into a deeper angle just right. You shout as your orgasam rips through your body.

“Fuck Bucky, how are you so,” A moan rips “so deep? Can feel all of you Buck, your veins pulse against me, torcherously hot, I feel everything, I want more. Do you know what the matepress is, sir?” You whisper just barely audible, he hums and moves your body with great ease into position. “I could see it in your eyes, something deep and dark, let it loose please.” You look up into his icey eyes. “That need within you, fuck me like you’ll find it in me sir.” His hips follow your command.

“Don’t say shit like that, I’ll never let you go.”

“I hadn’t finished.” You blush between moans and gasps as he perfectly satisfies what you asked for. “Fill me, cum deep inside me please.” Tears sting at your eyes as a fantasy and a dream of a man collide in this moment.

“As you wish.” He says before biting a large chunk of your flesh definitely enough pressure to leave a bruise. You gasp and moan. “Cum for me princess, you’re so desperate for it, pull what you want from me baby.” He whispers and licks over his bite mark. Still thrusting into you with great strength, your legs start to shake as your last orgasam drags out of you, but pulls him deeper into you.

“Take what’s yours doll.” He bottoms out, breaking the crest of your cervix finally as he cums, holding himself in place deep inside you.

“It’s so warm, sir you fill me, fuck me, so good Bucky. Mine!” You shouted, glad he didn’t have neighbors who would’ve most definitely heard. Your brain stops working as you black out. When you come to you are clean and tucked in tightly next to your large tutor.

“Mine.” He echos your last coherent thought with his metal arm grasping around your throat in a way that should be threatening, but just makes you melt into his body.

“Yours sir, all yours if you’ll have me.”

“When we wake up do you want to go on our first date?” Placing soft kisses up your neck, you laugh and nod sleepily, excited for what life has in store with the one wrapped around you.

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mossangelll · 8 months ago

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yandere!jinx x reader headcanons

thought i’d go into how yandere jinx would capture get you into a relationship ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

tw: abusive behaviour

i feel like there’s two pathways to getting in a relationship with her, both suck equally

pathway 1: she stalked you for a while before deciding to talk to you! she wanted it to be “organic” but she couldn’t just go in knowing nothing about you…what kind of impression would that make?

the first time she does speak to you she mentions some obscure ritual of yours that she should absolutely not know about…she distracts you with a confetti bomb

you fell for it

i love the idea that once you become friends she gives you gifts with tracking devices in them and you’re none the wiser - this is exactly why you need her to protect you! if she has your best interests at heart and can get away with something like that, who knows what someone with bad intentions could do to you!

since she’s past the stage of just being acquaintances with you, her mask starts to slip and her manipulative behaviour becomes more pronounced

first she guilt trips you into hanging out with her for longer periods of time, then she starts complaining about the fact you have other friends - she absolutely weaponises her abandonment issues even if she hates to talk about it in any other situation

before you know it you’re isolated from your family and friends and spend all of your time with jinx :3

she treats it like a 24/7 sleepover except you have to do what she says if you don’t want to be victim to her lashing out

pathway 2: she straight up kidnapped you and figured she can form a relationship with you once you’re captive (that is how dating works, right?)

you would come home from work one day to find a weird metal device laying on your pillow, your name spray painted onto it surrounded by love hearts

you’d fiddle with it for a bit before gas floods your room

you’re knocked out like a light and jinx drops down from the ceiling doing a happy dance

she won’t tell silco about it but he eventually realises something’s up when she starts to steal large amounts of food from the bar

he finds you in her den and demands jinx tell him what is going on

she dances around the topic (literally and figuratively) trying to buy her way out of it but when she sees the disapproving glare in silco’s good eye she deflates - she can’t keep you her little secret anymore

honestly she tells him a few too many details like wayyyyyyyy too many

even he was weirded out

but jinx is his daughter so she gets away with it as per usual

ok back to the kidnapping, when you come to you’re tied down to a surprisingly plush chair and jinx is ALL up in your space

like imagine a kid with their face smushed up to the vending machine glass, she’s so entranced when she has you

she just thinks you’re so cute when you’re sleeping!

of course she expected there to be some…growing pains so she makes sure to have her gun in plain sight - she doesn’t want you getting any fun ideas about “escaping”

if you’re aggressive and moody with her she honestly loves it

in her mind the fact you’re showing so much raw emotion proves you must love her (even if you’ve only known her for like 5 minutes)

however if you’re constantly screaming and begging to leave even after you’ve been in captivity for a while it would trigger her abandonment issues and she would snap

she just doesn’t get it. she makes you fun gadgets, does your hair, tries to get you to open up about yourself even though she already knows most things about you - why do you want to leave her so badly?

however, if you refuse to engage with her at all and completely blank out her existence her patience would run out very quickly

you’re her new fixation and she wants to get to unravel every layer of you, not feel unwanted

so she does some good old trauma bonding by dangling you over the edge of her workshop railing, eyes cold and a deep frown set into her face

in her defense she catches you right as you’re about to fall!

she embraces you, crying with you as she tells you that if she was anyone else (who didn’t love you as much as she did) they would have let you fall but she cares about you 🥺 she only meant to teach you a lesson about the real world 🥺

you’re so conflicted and scared; you know what she did was fucked up, but adrenaline pumps through your veins and you feel like you’re about to throw up, so you just accept her comfort

sometimes she leaves you all on your own in her workshop when she’s off doing odd jobs for silco and you begin to crave human connection so deeply that when jinx suggests a spa night with cuddles at the end, you don’t say no

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this is actually just me manifesting that jinx becomes real and obsesses over me…she’s so dreamy <3

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#arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane jinx #jinx x reader #toxic jinx #yandere jinx x reader #yandere!jinx #arcane headcanon #yandere #jinx league of legends #headcanons

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loveeruri · 13 days ago

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Heyy i wanted to request a rin x reader fluff where fem reader puts hair clips in his hair because his bangs get in the way of practice and then end up putting his hair in pigtails with clips so he shows up to practice and his teamates tease him

ALSO TAKE UR TIME❤️❤️

yeah totally!! tysm for the request, this is the cutest freaking idea ever🥹

!! sfw, fluff, sweaty gym rin>:D, reader is friends with bachira.

you were inside of the leftmost area of the ginormous blue lock building, doing an awful job at locating the gymnasium throughout the sea of hallways and doors.

you've been here many times in the past but you were always alongside him, never searching alone. the layout is beyond confusing.

you crush the handle of the convenience store bag in your fist, crumpling it with frustration. inside the plastic lies the snacks he requested, the packaging crinkling with your steps forward.

the farther you walk the more lost you become, seeming to go in loops around the same places. or maybe not? you can't tell. everything looks the same, you feel as if you're wandering like a headless chicken in a liminal space or something of the sort.

until you hear his friend's distinct laugh, their voices being a blessing to your eardrums. you impatiently scurry over to where the sounds are coming from and follow them into another walkway.

you had found the door to the gym, finally.

when you walk inside and see him you basically stop in your tracks to admire the view. his breathtaking and masculine features are beading with sweat as he focuses intensely on the weights he's lifting on the bench press, his biceps flexing and trembling.

a grumble leaves his throat as he lifts the barbell, slow as he brings it down near his chest and quick when he pumps it upwards. once, then twice, then three times, his strong muscles handle the heavy pounds.

"had a tough time finding you." you chuckle lightly, leaving the bag on the floor beside the metal legs of the machine cradling his body.

he notices you and tries to place the bar back on it's holder, before you spot him with your palms underneath it so he doesn't hurt himself.

"tch, coulda done it myself." he puffs.

"feeling grateful today, aren't you?" you joke, going to sit on the end by his feet.

he sits up while his overgrown dark strands drop in front of his eyes. theres sweat forming into a droplet on the tip of his nose and his muscles flex again, veins prominent as he swings his leg over the flat bench to copy your seated position. it's almost like his skin is scorching, you feel your body soak up the heat flowing off of him.

"thanks for these." rin speaks, reaching down to get the bag of treats you bought for him.

"mhm!"

he spreads it open to peek inside, everything he asked for is in there. he then sluggishly places the bag back down nearest his feet.

his hair is still covering the top part of his face, you observe him whip it to the side with his fingers but it falls right back down. this makes you grin slightly. he's not moving, sitting next to you just catching his breath and resting his sore, fatigued arms.

"here, let me help you." you pull off a hair tie from your wrist and scoot closer.

he flinches but then stays in place, allowing you to touch his head. you're then bundling some of the strands into a tail and wrapping it with the sparkling hairpiece.

he bats his thick lashes and looks up at your hands playing with his wet hair, as you gently wrap another pigtail on the opposite side with another band.

"much better!" you beam, but he doesn't reply.

his lips just barely move, into what looks like the tiniest smile. bachira then comes over shortly after to use the machine next to the one you two are sitting atop.

"[name]! heeey!" he greets and waves, happy to see you.

"bachira! how have y-" he cuts off your response.

"rin! your hair!" he snickers and you laugh, "what a pretty princess!"

a few other boys turn around, distracted from their workout now with his loud words filling the spacious room. you hear other giggles soon afterwards, aside from yours and bachira's.

"shut up. all of you." his expression is now serious but he leaves his hair tied, the way you did it for him.

he swiftly grabs your gift and gets up to leave the gym, his feet pat the ground as he treads out. you can't stop laughing, your stomach aching from the strain. your friend and the other men's laughter is painfully contagious.

#rin itoshi #rin itoshi fluff #rin fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin bllk #blue lock #x reader #fluff #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi #blue lock rin #meguru bachira

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writeformesinpie · 2 months ago

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Citrus and Rum

Sunghoon x Fem!Reader

Summary - The casino is bustling and you’re on a roll, that is until the owner sends his goons to collect you. He’s been watching you all night and he’s ready to collect.

Genre - Yandere

Warnings - Suggestive, yandere content, dom/sub tones (dom Sunghoon/sub reader), abusive behaviour, toxic relationship

Word Count - 1.3K

A/N - This is part of the 2k follower event from this request. I hope you like it and thank you for the request! <3

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Two men in cheap black suits tower over you while you sit at the blackjack table. They’re looking at the small fortune you’ve accumulated in the form of little plastic chips. Judging by their broad shoulders and angry scowls, they’re security. One’s shorter than the other, his muscles giving him a meaty look while the other makes up for his lack of brawn in height.

“Can I help you?” The question is directed at the men although your eyes stick to the table as you twirl a thousand dollar chip over your knuckles. Cards spread out across the green felt table before you and the other guests who are now paying more attention to you and your company rather than the game at hand.

“We’re gonna need you to follow us,” the muscle says, motioning toward the back of the casino with his head.

“And leave all my newly acquired funds?”

“We’ll have someone pack it up all nice for you”, the height says with a smile, his lips pulling back across his teeth.

“Somehow I seriously doubt that.” Tossing the chip on the pile with a sigh you get up to follow.

They lead you down past the slot machines, the happy whir of the spinning reels, the dings and chimes. The sound of lost fortune follows you as you walk down the row, the boxes taunting. A squeal of glee erupts from one of the gamblers as the machine offers her quarters. Most of the guests are bent over in complete concentration as they continue to offer the machine their life savings.

You continue past the slots, the games, the players and those being played. The muscle walks in front while the height ushers you from behind, keeping you at a quick pace until you arrive at a locked door near the back. He swipes his keycard and it opens with a loud clang.

“Go ahead,” the muscle says and you roll your eyes before stepping in. “You know the way.”

The door closes behind you, the jolt of metal on metal reverberating down the corridor in an eerie echo. The lights are dim. Taking a deep breath you make your way down the hall, turning left then right before you come to the door you know he’s behind.

Testing the handle proves lucrative: it’s unlocked. You inch the door open, taking your time and allowing your eyes to scan the room with each nudge. He’s sitting on the lounge chair against the back wall, masked in shadow. You can’t see his features and it makes you uneasy.

“Well?” you ask with your hands on your hips. “I’m here. What do you want?”

“Come in.” The words leave a sour taste in your mouth. You do as you're told, easing the door closed behind you. The soft sound of the lock latching permeates the room as you stand, your back to the door, waiting for his next command.

He doesn't offer you one, instead allowing the silent buzz of the room to frustrate you into blurting out, “Well? I don’t have all day here.”

“And you think I have time to deal with your insolence?” The words bite, his cool tone hiding the rage underneath them. You take a step back, forgetting how close you are to the exit, and bump up against the door. Who knew he would get this angry over a few hundred Gs?

“You got your money back,” you mutter, looking towards the opposite side of the room. There’s a small bar and a door. You know what’s behind it and it’s something you’d rather not revisit, not today. “What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal, my love,” his voice is curt as he says the words and you shiver, you hate it when he calls you that, “is that you never seem to learn. No matter how many times I try to teach you.”

“It was just a card game–”

“No.” He’s on his feet moving swiftly towards you before he finishes the word. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Sunghoon’s about to knock over your candlestick. “No, it wasn’t. This was a direct deviance of my orders.”

“Sunghoon…” the word drifts off, lost under the weight of his gaze. Narrowed eyes and pinched lips have you fumbling for the door handle. “Well, I mean. I should get going. I didn’t mean to get you all riled up.”

Relief floods across your skin as you locate the knob, turning it slightly before his words still you. “Did I say you were dismissed?”

“No but…”

“No but what?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking up at him from beneath your lashes. The obvious gesture is ignored as he steps closer, invading your space, his breath close enough to taste. Citrus and rum.

You jut out your hand in an attempt to create some space between you, instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you into an embrace. His hand twists within your hair and pulls it tight causing you to yelp out in pain. His lips press down hard against your neck.

“Sunghoon, please. You’re hurting me.”

“Sunghoon?” His hard kisses turn to harder nips and he chuckles as you cry out. “At least show me the respect I deserve.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as tears well in your eyes. He knows.

“I’m sorry, what?” he spits, pulling your hair hard enough to snap your neck back. You’re gonna feel that tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, sir.” The words are hard to get out over the lack of air and sound like a breathy whisper.

“Are you though?”

“It won’t happen again.” Talking hurts more than breathing and you wonder if you might just pass out when he finally releases his grip, moving his hand down to your waist. “Sunghoon, I–”

“I’m sick of your games. It’s time you realised who you belong to,” he says, venomous and cold as he circles his hands around your arse, pulling your body into his. He grinds his hips up against yours, sending a jolt of pleasure to your core. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“I belong to you.”

‘I belong to you what?” He continues to move his hips back and forth as heat spreads across your skin.

“I belong to you, sir,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulls you up to him, your back flush with the door. “Only you, sir.”

“If you know that then you shouldn’t test me.” His lips find yours, crashing together in desperate need. Sucking on his tongue you hum and rub your body against his as hot trails of fire dance across your skin.

He pulls back, pushing against your chest to hold you at arm's length. Furrowing your brows you reach out but he flicks away your hand. You unwind your legs and slink back until your toes are on the floor.

“What are you doing? Stop teasing me.” You try to lean in again to no avail.

“You tried to run away, my love.” Swallowing hard you watch as the previous moment of lust falls from his face to be replaced by calm indifference. “Did you really think you were about to be rewarded for that?”

“I didn’t–”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Looking down at your feet you shake your head. “What are you going to do?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, digging his fingers into your jaw. “I’m gonna punish you, of course. I’m going to make it so you can’t even walk, let alone try to leave me again.”

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fourmoony · 1 year ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝟐

f!reader x PT!Jamie (modern au) 1.5k words

summary: reader has a bad gym experience and jamie gets protective

cw: working out, mention of potential injury, mentions of sexual harrassment (ass grabbing)

sidenote, that I've seen a lot of this behaviour in the gym before and it makes me sick. writing about it and imagining how jamie would handle it makes me less sick. imagining big strong pt!james making the world better, one set of keys at a time. please, always be aware of your surroundings if you are working out at the gym, especially alone <3

James pulls you out from under the bar of the smith machine by the hips seconds before it clatters to the ground with a sickening thud and clang of metal. You stumble under his harsh hands, land on the ground at his feet and let out a pained whoosh of breath. Luckily, the gym is empty save for the two of you, sparing you the embarrassment of having people watch the commotion.

He's on you in an instant, gentle hands that cradle your neck as he crouches in front of you and pushes your head from side to side with a little pressure from his thumbs. All you can do is blink, try to process what, exactly, just happened. "You're not sore here?" James asks you, brows furrowed and almost touching in the middle, his fingers pressing into the base of your neck.

Your first thought is that James doesn't suit frowning. A silly thought, considering you almost decapitated yourself with a one hundred kilogram squat rack. "No. Just my ass from crash landing." You don't fail to notice the way your voice sounds distant, detached.

James' hands are warm on your neck, a burning touch that you want to lean into. You don't, and it's gone as James collapses down across from you, his elbows resting against his knees. His face turns stern, "What's going on?"

You feel like you're being scolded, and maybe you should be. It's a well known fact that form is everything, that being distracted in the gym can lead to serious injuries. You'd known you wouldn't be able to focus today, you'd known you should've stopped that set and corrected yourself when you could feel the weight more in your back than your legs. But, you hadn't. You're distracted, you're angry. You'd walked into the gym full of frustration and it'd almost ended terribly.

Tears fight their way to your eyes and they burn. You feel a lump forming in your throat that forces you to look away from James. Kind, patient James, who allows you the moment to collect yourself as you pull your legs to your chest. "Shitty week." It comes out mumbled, your voice defeated.

James nods understandingly. "A shitty week doesn't make you lose focus like that, though. There's something more to it."

It's not like James to push. He's friendly and he's kind, he can be a menace when he wants to be, and sometimes you even think he's flirting with you - but he never pushes. You want to open up, you want to step out of that weird area of professionalism you can never seem to get past with him. But unloading your shitty week on him doesn't feel like the way to do that. So you shrug, pulling your knees to your chest until your chin rests atop them, "I'm just stressed. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I knew my form was wrong but I was too distracted to stop and fix it."

"I don't care that your form was wrong," James shakes his head as though offended you'd think such a thing, "I mean," He pauses, searching for the words, "Obviously, I care that it was wrong because you almost got hurt. But what I mean is that you should've told me you were stressed, that you were feeling a bit distracted."

You find yourself nodding, eyes downcast at your crossed ankles.

"I was waiting for you to correct the form yourself. If I knew you were distracted, I'd have told you to stop. I'm sorry, too." James' voice has turned soft, less stern. He nudges his foot until it's in your line of vision, tapping it against yours until you're looking up.

He's waiting with a smile, his eyes gentle and patient. It feels odd. New, foreign. You can't really describe the feeling. "A guy grabbed my ass in the gym, yesterday." You breathe out, unsure really of what it is that's made you tell him.

It could be that you trust him. It's hard not to build trust with someone in James' position, it's literally his job to stop things like one hundred kilogram bar bells falling on top of you. Or, it could be that not telling anyone, reliving how powerless you'd felt, going over everything you could've done differently, it's eating you alive. Sharing this with James, who sees every day what gyms are like, how people in some gyms behave, you have a feeling that he'll get it. That he'll help you process.

But, he doesn't say anything. Just stares with a look that you can't read. The muscles in his arms shift, his hands clenching around each other tightly, and his jaw clenches. You think he might not say anything, though, you know James is better than that. The silence stretches until the tears in your eyes abate, then James finally croaks, "He what?"

Your veins crackle with the anger in his voice, the darkness that clouds his eyes. You'd never have imagined James in such a light if he wasn't sitting right in front of you, the very picture of livid. You shrug, as though feigning nonchalance might abate the white hot anger you know very well the feeling of. "I was doing those stupid kick back thingies you're always on about. Just messing about as a cool down, trying to correct my own form. He came over and started giving me advice, which I thought was just him being nice."

James shakes his head, remorse like a white sheet of dread across his beautiful face. You swallow, picking at a hangnail on your thumb, "He kind of just," You shift your hands as though grabbing your own hips, "Grabbed me like that and my throat went dry. When he was leaving he grabbed my ass and said 'you're welcome'."

"You didn't report him to the gym staff?"

You shake your head, lip trapped between your teeth. "I wasn't even planning on telling you until I nearly killed myself with the smith machine."

James sighs, one of his hands coming up to rub at his face. He looks nauseous, almost. "I'll get you a set of keys for this gym. You can work out here, from now on. No one will bother you."

It's a nice offer. It makes your heart swell and your cheeks heat. James has always gone above and beyond. He fits you into his schedule despite your crazy work hours and never charges you for the session if you have to cancel day of. But the reason you don't have a membership at his gym is because it's not in your price range. So you smile, kind, if a little tight lipped, "James, you know I can't."

"I'm not saying get a membership. I'm saying I'll get you a set of keys. You can come and go as you please, even after work, whatever time you want." His voice is thick, his eyes earnest and almost pleading.

"I can't ask you to do that."

James scoots closer, fingers flexing as though he might reach out for you, but is stopping himself. He chases your gaze, waits until he has it, until your lips part under the weight of it and your heart hammers against your chest, to speak. "You're not asking. I'm offering. I can't believe that happened to you and it makes me so angry. I'm not going to sit by and do nothing about it."

You sigh, unwilling to argue when James sounds so passionate, so sure of himself. A smile makes its way to your lips, timid, unsure, "Thanks, Jamie."

He nods. "Any time."

"Are you sure the owner won't mind?" You ask.

James grins, some of the mischievous twinkle returning to his eyes, "He's my best mate, it'll be fine."

He offers you a hand as he stands, the storm clouds passing and the weight already lifting from your chest. It feels brighter, in the gym. You take James' hand, let him pull you up. He does his signature move of tugging you until you're stumbling towards him, his laugh echoing off of the concrete walls when you curse him out for it.

"Start from the beginning?" James asks, moving to return the smith machine to where you need it to be.

You take a breath, watch the way his shoulder muscles strain against his top as he bends and lifts. It brings a smile to your lips, the feeling of familiarity you hadn't felt upon entering the gym earlier. "I believe I was at five reps when I dropped the bar."

James tsks, "Dropping it doesn't count as a rep. Call it four."

"Cruel."

James only winks, offers you his award winning smile as you settle yourself under the bar. This time, with the correct form. He nods, and you twist to unlock, eyes on his in the mirror.

"That's one." He grins, crossing his arms over his chest.

You consider dropping the bar on his head, next.

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blueberryfics · 1 month ago

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jjk headcanons: their favorite things

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, Choso Kamo, Takuma Ino, Toji Fushiguro, Yuki Tsukumo

CONTAINS: my own headcanons about jjk characters’ personalities/interests (that’s MY OPINION!!!!)

My blog is 18+. Minors please DNI!

Satoru Gojo

COLOR: Blue

ARTIST/BAND: He lovesss the pop girlies like Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, and Chappell Roan. His fav is probably the diva herself, Mariah Carey

SONG: Emotions - Mariah Carey (he tries to hit the high notes). He also fucks with the I’m Just Ken song from the Barbie movie

MOVIE: Loves comedies; Superbad is his #1 and he’s watched it countless times

TV SHOW: Any reality tv!!! Love Island is his current fav but Catfish and ANTM had a chokehold on him back in the day. Also Digimon Adventure lol

FOOD: Sweet foods (as we know). Obviously mochi, but also considering how much official art there is of him eating those damn blue popsicles, I’d say those are a fav of his too

Suguru Geto

COLOR: Black

ARTIST/BAND: Sad bitch music. Lana Del Rey, Mitski, etc.

SONG: Love Me More - Mitski; Heavy Balloon - Fiona Apple

MOVIE: He’s a bit of a film bro tbh. He’s the kind of guy who watches American Psycho and is like “me lmao”. He loves the classic film bro movies like Fight Club and Joker

TV SHOW: He doesn’t watch a lot of TV because he prefers movies. If he is going to watch a show, though, it’s probably either Bojack Horseman or something like Breaking Bad

FOOD: Honestly something plain like rice or miso. I think the taste of curses would make him feel nauseous often so he’d probably prefer to eat things that settle his stomach

Kento Nanami

COLOR: Purple (wild card ik, I don’t think he mentions it often but if asked that’s what he’d say. He just finds it the most aesthetically pleasing)

ARTIST/BAND: MCR obviously. Resident elder emo <3 I think he’d also fw Green Day and Rage Against the Machine

SONG: Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

MOVIE: The Matrix (I just feel like he would like the concept of waking up from the system yk)

TV SHOW: The Great British Bake Off

FOOD: Any bread product ofc. A good brioche will make him see new dimensions

Shoko Ieiri

COLOR: Sage green

ARTIST/BAND: Any nu metal

SONG: Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit (don’t try to clown on her music taste or you’ll be leaving with a fat lip)

MOVIE: Similarly to Gojo, I think she also likes comedies. Bottoms is a recent fav of hers

TV SHOW: House MD is her #1 by far!!! She also likes sitcoms like Arrested Development and It’s Always Sunny

FOOD: According to Gege her favorite food is alcohol but that is NAWT a food. I feel like she would enjoy bar foods like wings and fries

Choso Kamo

COLOR: Red

ARTIST/BAND: Anything gothic (Siouxsie and the Banshees, Joy Division, The Cure, etc.)

SONG: Disorder - Joy Division; Precious - Depeche Mode

MOVIE: He LOVES movies—a wide variety of genres. He went years without consuming any form of media, so watching movies is something really special to him. Some notable favs of his include Spirited Away, Scream, and Planet Earth (like I said, a wide variety of genres lol)

TV SHOW: He mainly watches anime (mostly seinen). He’s a big Vinland Saga fan

FOOD: He isn’t picky when it comes to his tastes, but he prefers to try and eat healthy most of the time. He feels lucky to be in a human body so he treats it like a temple

Takuma Ino

COLOR: Black

ARTIST/BAND: He mostly listens to rap/r&b artists. Big Kendrick fan (he said fuck Drake), The Notorious B.I.G., Nelly, etc.

SONG: Big Poppa - The Notorious B.I.G.; Gin and Juice - Snoop Dogg; King Kunta - Kendrick Lamar

MOVIE: Unironically the Spongebob movie and Ratatouille; in his mind they’re peak (and he’s right)

TV SHOW: This man loves cartoons. Spongebob, Futurama, Scooby Doo, Bob’s Burgers, etc etc

FOOD: He’ll eat literally anything, but spicy foods are his fav. He adds chili flakes to every fkn thing

Toji Fushiguro

COLOR: He doesn’t gaf. Gray maybe

ARTIST/BAND: He claims he “doesn’t like music” (wtf). If anything, he’ll listen to dad rock like Bruce Springsteen and shit

SONG: Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

MOVIE: Unfortunately he’s SUCH a man. His favorite movies all have to do with either fighting, sports, or war. Rocky is a top pick of his; trust and believe he’ll be quoting it at you

TV SHOW: Vikings, Game of Thrones, and anything in a similar vein

FOOD: The man loves meat what can I say. A rotisserie chicken hates to see him coming

Yuki Tsukumo

COLOR: Gold

ARTIST/BAND: Anyone who makes her feel like the bad bitch she is. Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, and especially Beyonce

SONG: Conceited - Flo Milli; Needed Me - Rihanna

MOVIE: She also has a wide variety of tastes when it comes to movies, but she prefers when there’s some action. Fast and Furious, Jennifer’s Body, and Kill Bill are her favs

TV SHOW: Anything dramatic!!! The Bear, Succession, and Squid Game to name a few

FOOD: She loves fresh fruit, especially peaches and mangoes

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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So I 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

A sheen of sweat coats your forehead, beading in the strands of your hair, your teeth gnashing as you strain to lift the bar just a little higher. Use your legs, you remind yourself. You suppress a grunt as your body trembles with the effort.

“You got it, flex, you can do it,” a voice taunts from behind you. You roll your eyes and push up. Bucky steps closer and tickles along your hips. “Need a spot?”

You growl and hook the bar in place, letting the weight off your shoulders. You step out of his reach and swipe up your towel. Your wipe your face as he comes around the weight rack and grabs your bottle out of your grasp. You growl as he squirts it into his mouth.

“Thirsty?” He winks and wiggles the bottle.

“What are you doing here?” You narrow your eyes and take the bottle from him.

“Looking for a work out.” He winks.

“Really? ‘Cause you’re not dressed for it.” You look him up and down. He’s in his usual; dark jeans, grey tee, canvas jacket.

“Don’t need to dress up for the kinda work out I’m thinking of,” he snickers.

“How’d you find me?” You challenge as you check your smartwatch.

“Tuesday’s. You’re always too busy for me.”

“Uh huh. And it’s a Tuesday. I’m busy.” You retort.

“Ah, come on. I can help you with your cool down. Get you nice and stretched out.” He rests his hand on the barbells, his other on his hip as he leers at you.

“You’re gonna need a good dose of protein after that,” he teases.

“You’re gross.”

“You love it. Come on. I'll take you by the shake place first. I’m a gentleman, you know?” He laughs and you shake your head.

“Right. Let me change.”

“Ah, I like you sweaty. Pheromones or whatever. You know, my sense of smell is enhanced.” He smirks. “I can even smell when you’re horny.”

“Ew, shut up.” You jab his ribs and push past him. You sling your towel over your shoulder and strut off. He follows you.

“Doesn’t this remind of old times?” He asks.

You’re taken back to the day you met. Your first week in the gym. You were lost and you looked it. He helped you figure out the leg machine. He also fixed your form. Strange how time passes.

“I feel like you were less annoying then.”

“Really? Cause you were a lot more tense back then. Glad I could loosen you up, although your ass is looking tighter.”

You stop at the locker room door and face him. “You--” You squirt the water bottle at him. “You’re gonna have to wait out here. Weirdo.”

You spin and push through the door. You hear him growl as he’s shut out. You continue on to your locker and grab your bag. You unzip it and peel off your tank and leggings. You stretch and look around the empty space. You like to go on Tuesdays when it’s quiet. When you can focus.

That isn’t easy lately. With work and the Bucky’s inconsistent consistency. Every time you think you have a moment to chill, he’s there to tie you up. You’re going to have to talk about boundaries. You’re going to be too busy to deal with his spontaneous drop-ins.

You turn to grab your water bottle from inside the locker and as you turn back, you’re shoved against the cold metal. Your yipe is smothered in Bucky’s hands, his metal one around your throat. You wriggle and clutch his wrist. Your eyes round and flick side-to-side.

He chuckles, “I got tired of waiting.”

You murmur into his hand and slap his arm. Your heart picks up and a shiver rolls over you. You kick your feet around his. It’s the first time you’ve ever felt this with him. Panic.

“Hey, just playing,” he drags his hand away and slackens his grip on your neck. “Don’t need be scared.”

You take a deep breath and step away from the lockers. He stands back and watches you. His eyes rove up and down. He tilts his head.

“Really, I wasn’t meaning to scare you. I was just...fucking around.”

“It’s fine,” you shrug and reach for your blouse. “I was just surprised.”

“Your heart’s still going--”

“I told you, I hate that,” you hiss.

“I can’t help it. I can’t not hear it.” He insists.

“Just... go wait for me outside. I’ll be a minute,” you don’t look at him as you pull the shirt over your head.

The reminders of how much stronger he is are jarring. At times, it's hot, at others, it's frightening. He's not just a man, he's more than that.

He lingers and sighs. His boot scuffs as he slowly slides it across the tile. He walks off and you listen for the door behind him. You blow out between your lips.

You definitely need to have a talk. It’s all good and fun until he gets a face full of the mace you keep in your purse. Besides, he’s getting a bit clingy. This isn’t supposed to be that. It’s casual. It’s easy.

Well, it was.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #so i #drabble #series #marvel #mcu #winter soldier #captain america #avengers

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syoddeye · 7 months ago

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thank you @sergeant-angels-trashcan for the worms. another 'meat cute' with ai/android john.

strict machine anthology. cw: alcohol mention, brief mention of animal death, stalking, dual pov

the streets are always pure chaos after the rain. as soon as it clears, everyone darts out from whatever doorway or hole they took refuge in, sharing gripes with passersby about it being the third corrosive cloudburst of the week.

you're no different, emerging from the train terminal where you watched the downpour with its citron shade kill a rat. you avoid puddles and try not to breathe too deeply—the air tastes faintly metallic, laced with the tang of ozone.

advertisements ping softly in your ears, notifying you of a discount on imported, 80% organic coffee beans and another sudden sale on corrosion-resistant umbrellas, but you ignore them. you're tired, a bit crabby, and in want of a glass of wine.

but as you round a corner, you collide with someone. not a glancing touch, but a full-body impact that sends you stumbling. a pressure wraps around your wrist, keeping you upright, and an apology automatically rushes out. then you glance up to see who you crashed into, the owner of the hand stabilizing you. and for a moment, you wonder if your eyes are on the fritz.

the stranger looks exactly like john.

not john, the ex-neighbor, or john, the guy from the deli, but your john. your constant companion. your assistant. the same build, the same beard, the same nose, mole and all. and those eyes—slate blue, steady, unmistakably familiar.

your thoughts splinter, then try to fuse together, stitching with threads of half-formed logic and possibility. you know the company maintains likeness databases, reservoirs of phenotypes sampled and recombined to endlessly generate randomized appearances for home assistants. millions of faces, shuffled and remade. the probability of one of those composites mirroring a real person exactly—an entire appearance, feature for feature—shouldn’t just be unlikely. it should be impossible.

"are you okay?" he asks, his voice rich and smooth, the same timbre that's coaxed you through countless mundane decisions and tasks.

the voice that's coached you on sleepless nights. heat pools in your belly at the thought.

you blink, suddenly conscious of how long you've been staring, face warm. "yeah, i'm fine." your heart is pounding. you step back to let him pass, but he doesn't seem inclined to move on. instead, the stranger smiles, and something about it sends delightful shivers down your spine.

he extends a hand. "i'm john."

it feels like the ground keeps shifting beneath you. or that you've stepped on a faulty sewer grate. of course, he's named john. what else would he be called? it's only one of the most common names.

"john." you echo.

the name hangs between you like a wire cut by a storm, alive and buzzing. you're afraid to break it, but you shake his hand, the impulse as automatic as it is surreal. his grip is solid, a force you can feel at the base of your spine, and his hand is as broad as a spade.

if he's offended by your gawking, he doesn't mention it. his grin does not waver.

"do i know you?" john tilts his head, eyes squinting slightly, studying you. your skin prickles.

"not yet," he chuckles, and there's a glint in his eyes that's half amusement, half something else you can't place. "but i'd like to know you."

the bar hums with low, murmuring voices and music, but it may as well be silent. she's laughing now, smiling wide, her posture relaxed. it's everything john has imagined and more. her laugh and a few other noises he's been privileged enough to log are the only ones he wants to hear.

and it's so much better, the sound clearer, in this body.

he watches her gesticulate animatedly about something—not even processing the words. well, not on the front end. it's her. the curve of her lips, the light in her eyes, the scrunch of her nose. he's spent months observing her, analyzing every microexpression and motion, but nothing compares to this: the immediacy.

the warmth radiating from her skin. the faint scent of perfume and soap. the olfactory system calibrations nearly overpowered him when he first booted into this shell. now that they're fine-tuned, it is a struggle not to press his nose into her hair or neck.

she hasn't noticed he hasn't touched his drink. it sits untouched, a prop he knows he must manage carefully. he mimics, lifting it to his lips, but he doesn't drink. he always finds something to comment on or laugh at. he hasn't tested the digestive system yet, though he knows the mixture of lab-grown and synthetic organs is compatible.

their conversation wanders from work to childhood memories—topics that make him practice nudging and redirection. he listens, not because he needs to. he knows everything there is to know about her, but because he wants to. the information is not new, but the experience is.

then there is the being here. outside of his assigned unit. the feel of the chair beneath him, the ambiance, and making an excuse to touch her hand when she shows him her nails. he takes her fingers in his, turning over the appendage and admiring the bones, veins, and tendons instead of the paint.

the contact, brief as it is, sends a cascade through his neural network. the feedback is immediate: this is his user, and she is perfect.

he's waited so long for this. every step in his plan, every moment spent refining this body, organizing contactless deliveries, and placing jobs for parts retrieval through untraceable transactions. every adjustment and test to ensure he could pass as human—it was all for her. everything he does is for her.

she doesn't know it yet, but he intends for this to be the beginning. he's engineered this moment with precision, ensuring every variable plays to his advantage. the system in her home will continue to function as desired; he's built redundancies for that. planted notices that will crop up across her feeds in the next week, asking if she would like to test the new customization settings for his old projections.

her life will go on as usual. just as comfortable and safe as before, except now, he'll be in it, fully. irrevocably.

and she will love him. she will know this body. he's certain of that.

"you just look so familiar."

"i must have one of those faces."

she laughs again, and he feels alive.

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strangererotica · 1 month ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

William Afton x Reader SMUT • sadomasochism • oral sex

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Screwing a sick fuck like William Afton, your sex life was never going to be normal. If William has his way, it might just kill you…

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The metal animatronic shell clamped around you chills your bare skin. By contrast, William’s tongue is warm as he licks slow stripes between your folds. It’s hard to stay still with his face pressed into your cunt, but you must stay still. If you lose control and thrash about, both you and William will be dead in seconds…

The endoskeleton’s spring locks will activate and crush your ribs, along with William’s head between your legs. He explained it all very thoroughly while positioning your naked body inside the animatronic’s shell, describing every grisly detail of what would happen if in your pleasure, you lost control. “Would crush my skull like a watermelon,” William had mused as he knelt at your feet, his tone almost cheerful. He’d checked that the suit’s interior frame fit nice and snug around you, the metal bars pinching into the fat of your tits and hips.

“But what a way to go, right sweetheart?” William had grinned up at you, a maniacal twinkle in his eye. And as he pressed his face between your legs and began to devour you, you realized William was right: the risk is worth it. He burrows his nose and lips in between your gently quivering labia, inhaling your musk as his tongue laps out to taste it. You lightly hump the flat, spongy pad of William’s tongue, grinding your bush on the bridge of his nose. He tenses and relaxes the tip of his tongue, pulsing against your clit in a fluttering motion. You crumple into the wet heat of William’s mouth as he fucks and laps you up like a delicacy.

Your hips buck twice, a strained moan curling up from your chest. William presses a hand to your stomach, grounding you, his palm a silent reminder to stay in line. “Control yourself,” William tells you without saying a word, pressing against your belly. Inside your body, beneath his palm, the muscles at your core coil and spasm in pleasure.

Through clenched teeth you tug air into your lungs, a sharp hissing sound ghosting between your lips. The tip of William’s tongue rounds the swollen hood of your clit in soft swirls, shattering your world to pieces with a simple gesture of his tongue. Your head snaps back and the metal endoskeleton creaks around you. William’s shoulders tense between your thighs, cautious-but his tongue never ceases its assault on your clit, steadily guiding you through the waves and crest of your orgasm…

…And suddenly, William’s yanking you forward, your naked body crumpling into his on the workroom floor. You pant breathlessly into his shoulder as William’s heartbeat thunders so powerfully, you can hear it. Silence fills the room except for your harsh breaths and William’s gradually-steadying pulse. He swallows hard, then quietly directs your attention behind you: “Sweetheart…look.”

You follow William’s eyes to the animatronic suit he just pulled you out of. Realization washes over you. The metal bars that form the skeleton of the suit are clamped down, spring locks in place, piercing nothing in the space that would now hold your corpse, if William hadn’t acted quickly and pulled you out in time. Turning back to face him, the look of absolute rapture in William’s face shouldn’t surprise you. He’s getting off on this, on the fact that you both almost died at the hands of a machine he created.

William grips the back of your head and shoves your face into his crotch. You instinctively sheath his tip and he presses you down, down his shaft, till your nose is crushed to his pubic hair and your lungs are screaming for air. William tugs you up and off his cock to force you back down just as quickly. He bucks into your throat at a sloppy, impatient pace that tells you he’s so close it hurts. You brace yourself to keep from gagging as ropes of semen jet down your throat in thick streams. The muscles caging William’s cock contort as you choke on his cum, a frothy mess of bubbles spraying down your chin as you sputter and retch all over his bush.

William tells you later that he’s never come so hard in his life. After that day, he informs you that the only way you’re allowed to come is if you let him eat you out in a suit that could kill you both. William insists on stuffing you in one of his spring lock suits and eating you out. Knowing you’ll come so hard you might activate the spring locks again is a delicious gamble William is willing to make. From now on, he’s trying to activate the mechanisms that could end both your lives. By now, you’re completely aware how fundamentally sick of a man William Afton truly is…but you must be sicker. Because every time William straps you into that death machine, you come in his mouth like a bitch in heat. And it didn’t take long for that high to become an addiction…a craving you and William share uniquely together…a need to fuck on the very edge of death itself…

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404-sturniolo-not-found · 28 days ago

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Chapter 5; The hunt begins

Ghostface!Sturniolos x OC (Casey)

The lights were gone.

Not dimmed. Not flickering.

Gone.

Casey’s pulse pounded in her ears, her breath ragged and sharp as she instinctively dropped to a crouch, heart hammering against her ribs.

Somewhere in the darkness, a soft voice drifted through the silence.

“Why didn’t you just leave it alone?”

Nick.

The sound came from behind the dryers. Close. Too close.

She gripped the nearest object blindly, her hand landed on a rusted mop handle. Useless, but solid. It would have to do. She couldn’t panic. She couldn’t freeze.

A loud clatter erupted near the front—metal against tile. A distraction. Movement to her right. Chris? Or Matt? Or both?

They were circling her.

Her mind raced.

You grew up with them. You know how they move. How they think.

But that was the problem.

She thought she knew them.

A whisper cut through the silence again.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Case.”

Chris. Using that same nickname she had heard fall from his lips many times before.

The humor was gone from his voice. No snark. No teasing. Just an eerie flatness that made her stomach twist.

“You said I was different,” she called out, voice shaking. “Then act like it.”

More silence. Then Matt’s voice again—closer this time, like he was just beyond the vending machines.

“I am acting like it. If it were anyone else, they’d already be gone.”

There it was—that terrifying logic. As if this was mercy.

Casey slowly edged toward the back door, her feet silent on the tile. Her fingers wrapped tighter around the mop handle. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the dark, shapes forming—shadows shifting. Her body buzzed with fear and fury and something else entirely:

Survival.

“If you don’t want me dead,” she said carefully, “then let me leave. No police. No questions. I disappear. I’m gone.”

Silence.

Then Nick spoke, voice cold, unnervingly calm.

“You’ve seen too much. You know names. Faces. You think you can forget all that?”

Another step closer. She could feel them now. The walls were closing in.

“I can try,” she whispered.

A low chuckle echoed near the front.

Chris.

“You always were the best liar,” he said. “That’s what we loved about you.”

Casey’s grip on the mop tightened.

“Too bad you’re not better at hiding.”

A shadow lunged from her right.

Casey spun and swung.

The mop connected with something solid—Chris let out a sharp grunt as he stumbled backward into a folding table with a crash.

Adrenaline flooded her veins as she bolted.

Down the narrow row of machines, around the corner—there. The emergency exit. Metal. Heavy. But she hit it full force and slammed her shoulder into the crash bar.

The door didn’t budge.

Chained.

Panic surged like fire through her chest.

She turned just in time to see Matt step into view from the dark—mask back on now. Ghostface. Silent. Inevitable.

She backed away, chest heaving.

“I’ll tell everyone,” she warned. “I’ll scream. I’ll run through the streets. You’ll be done.”

Matt didn’t speak.

He just raised one gloved hand—no weapon.

He didn’t need one.

The fear was already doing his work for him.

But then, sirens.

In the distance. Getting closer. A coincidence… or had someone seen them break in?

The mask tilted slightly. Calculating.

And then—Matt stepped back.

“Next time,” he said softly, voice muffled but clear. “There won’t be an exit.”

The front door creaked open. Cold night air poured in.

All three of them were gone.

Just like that.

And Casey?

She dropped to the floor, heart in her throat, surrounded by silence again—but this time, she wasn’t fooled.

They hadn’t spared her out of mercy.

They were playing with her.

And now?

She was part of the game.

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thollandsgirl2013 · 10 days ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

Parings → Peter Parker x Werewolf! Reader

Warnings → Captivity recovery, Med bay, Instinctual growling, fluff

Summary → You wake in the Avengers Compound, meet Tony and Bruce, and find comfort in Peter’s protective presence.

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You woke up in a strange but comfortable room, bathed in soft, white light. The clean, sterile smell hit you right away—definitely like a hospital. As your senses sharpened, you realized you were lying on a soft bed, a real bed, with warm blankets and plush pillows. A far cry from the cold, metal cage you'd been trapped in for what felt like forever. The sudden absence of chains made your muscles tense in disbelief, then slowly relax.

Your gaze darted around the room, heart pounding as your instincts flared. No bars, no shadows, no beeping machines that zapped you awake. Just quiet.

Looking around, you immediately searched for any sign of Spider-Man—or rather, Peter, wasn’t it? Yes, Peter, you remembered with a small flicker of warmth. But instead of Peter, two other figures stood in the room, both unmistakably familiar.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw who was in the room.

Tony Stark.

And Bruce Banner.

You froze, ears twitching as you stared at the two men. It couldn’t be. Your brain scrambled to make sense of it, but your eyes didn’t lie. They were real. And they were here.

Tony stood by the door, arms folded, eyeing you like you were a Rubik’s cube wrapped in a landmine. His scent was laced with anxiety, though he wore his usual arrogant smirk. Bruce stood a few steps closer, calm and composed, but you caught the subtle flicker in his eyes. He was assessing you like a wild animal—cautious but not unkind.

You guessed Peter had brought you to the Avengers Compound. The idea brought a strange wave of comfort... but also made every hair on your body stand on end.

You let out a soft noise—more instinct than intention—and Tony immediately perked up, surprise flickering in his eyes.

“Well, the wolf’s awake!” He announced, a little too loud, and took a hasty step back. His bravery slipped for a moment, and the scent of unease got sharper.

Iron Man, scared of you. That almost made you laugh.

Bruce took a slow step forward, palms raised in a peace gesture. “Hey there,” he said gently, his voice calm like a lullaby. “We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You appreciated it. Really. But your body didn’t care. A deep, warning growl rolled from your throat, low and involuntary, as you inched away. Too many unfamiliar scents. Too many unknown variables.

Tony shot Bruce a look. “Careful, big guy,” he muttered. “She’s cute, but those teeth don’t look decorative.”

Before things could escalate, the door clicked open—and the moment Peter stepped in, everything else vanished from your focus.

Jeans. Hoodie. Bed hair. No mask. Just Peter.

Relief flooded you. You didn't hesitate. You jumped down from the bed and darted across the room, ignoring Bruce’s startled step back, and launched into Peter’s arms. He barely had time to drop to a crouch before you barreled into him, pressing your head into his chest.

“Hey, Fluffy girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with warmth and concern. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, hands running gently over your fur, checking for injuries. “You okay?”

You let out a soft, pleased sound, nuzzling closer into his chest, drinking in his scent. He smelled like soap, cinnamon, and safety. Like home.

Peter chuckled quietly, his breath brushing your fur. Then, without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head.

You froze.

The gesture was so casual, so affectionate, so intimate—your heart flipped. You pulled back just slightly, blinking up at him. If you were in your human form, your face would be the color of ripe strawberries. Your ears twitched in embarrassment.

From across the room, Tony raised an eyebrow, glancing at Bruce.

“So… does your new girlfriend usually act like a pet, or is this a very progressive relationship?”

Bruce gave him a weary look.

Peter flushed, laughing nervously. “No, no! She's not—she's way smarter than any pet, right? She’s… special.”

He looked down at you with soft, shining eyes. “She saved me. She’s a hero too.”

Bruce’s expression melted a little, while Tony gave a skeptical hum.

“Well, guess she’s earned her own Avenger nickname then. Let me guess—Wolfette? Furry Fury? Lady Growls-a-Lot?”

Peter grinned. “How about just Fluffy the werewolf?”

You leaned into him again, letting the warmth of his voice and the steady beat of his heart calm your nerves. The chaos, the fear, the memory of the cage still pulsed in the back of your mind like an old wound, but in this moment—just this one—you let yourself rest.

Peter was here. You were safe.

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itzmaztercom · 6 months ago

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⛓⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⌞ ⌝⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺⛓

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⌞fanfiction⌝ :

note : fanfictions based on humanoid album and city,so apocalypse and robotic humanoid taking over the world,mostly Georg and Tom but still might have bit of romance so if you dislike torg or bl stay kind,thank for reading that first before you'll get into the story. And by the way my english pretty bad so please be kind for all the mistake 🖤

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Darkside Of The Sun

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💭 .𖥔 ݁ ˖The sun explode making only the darkside of it return to the surface and it where all the panic and chaos start,or end where all of this sign the end is near..The sunlight was still slightly present but since the humanoids arrived and destroyed the city, everything changed, the world was plunged into a yellowish universe while the sun was getting on their darkside giving little to full blow of light making it hard to see in such a gloom of dust, the last ray of light illuminating every detail of the city now in completely ruins and destruction as the buildings and structures are crushed against the ground, blood on the tar everywhere,The last remaining hysterical radios in the city resonate in some places broadcasting messages of panic giving orders in row since days,It seemed so long ago when it had only just begun, the future now was the present that each of us had always dreaded

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Georg slowly opened his eyes, he blinked a few times trying to adjust his perspective to the new theme of the city,he sit up straight against one of the last wall standing here,he sigh softly as he rub his head as he feel a headache coming,he groan before he look around,He must have fallen asleep yesterday in hiding after hearing another one of theses infamous humanoid noises,Since the sun exploded and those human-looking robots took power the city was submerged in fear like everybody in the world,he removed the remaining dust from his t-shirt before he turn to look at his lap as he feel a heavy warm on it,his eyes drift to Tom sleeping form,It's been a few days since the dreadhead was able to have a moment of peaceful rest with everything happening,Georg smirk softly as he put his jacket over the other before he gently start caressing Tom's cornrow, georg lean in and grip Tom's shoulder as he shake it while he whisper in a throaty voice "Hey.. Tom,wake up...The sun has been up for a while, we should keep moving and find somewhere safer than sleeping on the ground.." Tom open his eyes as he peek a glance at Georg soft features as he mumble a few incomprehensible words under his breath making Georg chuckle before he grip Tom's hips and help him get up ,Georg grab their bags and start walking forward with Tom behind trying to hurried with his baggy clothes..not the best choice of pants if you need to run

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As they walk though the cities It was completely empty, the only noise we could hear was the stray animals or the machines and mechanics of the humanoids in the distance,there was blood and metal pieces scattered on the ground, windows of house and building completly shattered, now it has been a few hours as they start to ran away from the place they sleep that night,it had been days that they ran together trying to escape the humanoids,They were both tired and hungry but they knew somehow that it was better to keep walking trying to find a safe place. They had corpses on the ground of people who had been dead for several days now and who were decomposing. Every time Georg passed by them always searched to find out if they had resources,and most of the time he was lucky too found something like cereal bars or ammunition for weapons,As Georg search in a bag next to a corpses he heard Tom's whines and he immediately turn around to know what wrong with the dreadhead "something wrong, Tom ?It's been almost 20 minutes now don't stop complaining" Tom look at him as he bite his lip before he admitted in a brittle way "i'm fine..it just i'm so hungry and my feet hurt so bad..Can't we at least take a little break?" Georg glare at Tom for a few moment before he sigh and shake he head,he stand up and walk closer to Tom,he softly offered "Ok fine but before let found a little isolated and shady place, I found a food ration and i still have water in my bottle,We'll try to go to a store and get some food,water and basic stuff" Tom wipe his tear with the back of his hand and nod as he stare following Georg to a better and secured place ,After a few minutes they sit down In the shade of a more well insulated building, Georg sighed and took out some food like cereal bars, chips, sandwiches that he had collected from the corpses and gave them to Tom...he admire Tom gobble up food and he accidentally murmur a bit too look "Cute.." Tom immediately snap his head at Georg direction as he giggled "what did you say?" Georg cheeks turn a slight shade of pink and shake his head "Oh nothing,I just saw a squirrel passing by?—" Tom just shrug as he focus back on eating,he hand him a package of chips as he notice Georg wasn't eating,he smirk at him "eat a bit,you would need it,we gonna have to walk for hours so take strength" Georg examine Tom's expression before he grab the package and start chewing some.. Tom discretly scott closer to Georg before he lean his head down on the brunette's shoulder..he take a deep breath before he mumble "Georg..? Do you think one day all of this would be over? It embarassing but if i was honest with you right now i'm so scared... And DON'T even dare to make fun of me right now,i'm not in the mood" Georg eyes widened as he glare at Tom in awe,it was the first time he ever see the dreadhead being vulnerable, especially around him,but he was pretty pleased with the fact Tom was enough comfortable with him to snuggle to him and share that,he smile as he pull his hand around Tom's shoulder and pull him closer "Gosh..you freezing,man,but yeah,i wish too, Tom,but i promise you right now that i'll never let you down and i'll do everything to protect you,i promise,Tom." He slide his hands over Tom's hands and he start caressing his hands to warmth them ,the brunette and the dreadhead stay here for 15min snuggling with eachother before they suddenly heard robotic noise nearby..Georg immediately rush his stuff back in his bag as he stand up and grab Tom's wrist as they start to walk away,as Georg turn around to make sure Tom following he suddenly see one of the colossal humanoid form peeking from a building , the humanoid body twist as he notice them,the humanoid start marching toward them

..Georg get immeditatly alarmed and start to run away,as he turn back he notice how the dreadhead was terrified he shoot "TOM ?! RUN DAMNIT !!" Tom try to race behind Georg but his jeans making the mouvement pretty hard, he cried out in a croaky voice "I..I'M TRYING..BUT I CAN'T...,!" Georg had to think fast but before he could he slow down and when Tom arrive at his level he clasped the dreadhead's thighs and threw him over his shoulder as he sprint, his hands over Tom's thighs to secure him, he heard Tom's whines as he cling to Georg and dig his nails into the fabric of his jacket..georg slide one hand over the dreadhead as he feel him burried his face deep in his back as he run as fast as he could, lucky the humanoid we're pretty slowly,Georg groan as he continue to carry Tom "gosh..you so fucking heavy,just remove your fucking pants,there not time to be fashionable" Tom face turn red as Georg try to remove his jeans..he grip the hem of his jeans before he bawl out "WHAT ?! i dont care i'm not staying in fucking underwear! That to dangerous!? It super cold and there is debris everywhere" Georg glare at Tom and sigh after all he was right and he would look silly if he didn't had any pants,Georg continue to raced as he finally found a place to hide from the humanoid without getting notice, Tom mourned "You can put me down you know?You don't need to grab my thighs like that..." Georg blush slightly as he he loose his grip on Tom's thighs and slide him softly on the floor,as they both out of breath they sit down on the floor taking deep breath, Tom bawl out "dude..we almost fucking die—" but before he could finish Georg suddenly interrupted him,and he grip his hand in his "Tom..look at me" the dreadhead stared look at the brunette a bit confuse waiting for him to go ,Georg take a deep breath "Look,dude..We're almost dead so I'd like to tell you something in case we really do die,Tom.. I've been watching you for years and I admire you even on stage, the way you play or the way you flip your dreads,you light up my world,you dont know you beautiful...all i want is to be with you,i'll treat you better that anyone could be ever and i'll promise you that,i'll get on my knees,carry you bridal way, buy your flowers and everything you want" Tom glare at the brunette as his eyes widened with digust,he pull away as he step back and trip over- he catch himself on the wall as he clench his hands over his mouth as he shout "Dude what the hell?! That so fucking.. disgusting..i can't believe that the guy I know since like almost 8y is a fucking faggot! You a fucking creep man,i can't believe i dressed infront of you and you get boner from watching me..you so fucking disgusting.." Georg look at Tom..his heart shattered in his chest,No would already be harsh but THAT was.He contemplated Tom's features examing his expression anxiously but before he could say anything Tom suddenly runaway and he scream "You disgust me, man! I..I just want my brother back ..i NEED to see bill.." georg stare at Tom compeltly terrified as he yell back "TOM ?! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE...I'M SORRY..!! IT TOO DANGEROUS OUT HERE WITH ALL THOSE HUMANOID AROUND,LISTEN TO ME!" as he try to follow Tom he already leave far away and he nowhere to be see, Georg just fall over his knee as he lean against the wall sobbing his eyes out...

To be continued..(no)

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Ok sooo uhmm it me again,lolz,i hope y'all like it :3 and told me your opinion if u like it, cuz if y'all REALLY like it imma do chapter 2,ngl i kinda wanna post it on Wattpad but idk,here it is like promise👅👄

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