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pandorasfavorite · 1 year

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Hey bestie!! I thought of another one 🤭

A dom fluff where he’s struggling to cut his shirts into the muscle tees he likes to wear, so the reader shows him the proper way to cut them and when he tries them on they call him handsome and he gets all blushy and cute??

Crafting

AN: Sorry its taking me so long guys, work is kicking my ass but IM DOING ONE REQUEST AT A TIMEEEE.

“Fuck” he whispers under his breath irritated. Dominik holds the shirt up and it’s cut down the side to where it unfixable. You look up from your spot on the bed and you can’t help but laugh at the pitiful view of Dominik sitting on the floor surrounded by odd scraps of clothing. "I thought you said you knew how to do it", you mock his voice, laughing at your own joke and his annoyed look. "I do its just these scissors", he mutters turning back around to look down at his mangled shirts, You roll off the bed and walk over to him with confidence, "Yeah the scissors". You pluck the scissors out of his hands and sit next to him on the floor hearing him grumble the words, "I had it" under his breath.

You lean over and kiss his cheek lingering for a moment, "I know you did, I just wanted to be next to you", you whisper to him. Even though it isn't the complete truth and Dominik definitely needed help; it made him feel less embarrassed. You snatch up a shirt off the floor and pull it in front of you all laid out, you put the scissors in front of you and Dominik opening and closing them to be dramatic. Dominik rolls his eyes but smiles none-the-less slipping his hand to sit on your thigh while you teach him. "Okay so what you do is cut close to this hem here, but don't cut along the hem because it will fall apart", you speak quickly moving your hands and working at the shirt at the same time. Dominik is quiet not looking at the shirt but at you and the rapid pace at your lips are moving, he's thinking about how your lips could be moving against his.

Snap. "Babe are you paying attention?", You snapped your fingers in front of his face with an unbothered surprised face of your own, thinking his staring was kind of cute. Dominik sits up straighter saying "huh" before actually taking the time to process what you said, "Oh! Yea cut the hem of the shirt". You lightly slap his chest and gasp, "No cut close or-", "Or it will fall apart. I remember", he says squeezing your thigh in affection. You raise an eyebrow at him pursing your lips like you're determining if that's true, "Mhm Okay you're off the hook for now" You point your finger at him. Dominik leans over and kisses the side of your head with an 'Okay mami". You look at him from the side at the pet name unable to control how much you love it.

You snip at a few more shirts he had on the floor then you finish and Dominik shoves all the scraps into a pile, collecting everything. Once he throws them away he moves to pick up the shirts and fold them but you catch his hand grinning. "Try them on", Dominik looks confused for a moment staring at you dumbfounded, "Babe I already know the shirts fit me". You could care less if they fit him, you want to see your hard work put to use right now. You shrug at him while holding out a shirt for him to try on. Dominik looks at you and breaks into a smile, "Fineee" he rolls his eyes playfully. You bat your eyelashes at him and he leans down to peck your lips before walking into the bathroom right across from where you were sitting.

Dominik is quick to slip on the muscle shirt but without his black gear on, completely shirtless underneath. He throws open the door and walks through the walkway using his hands to show off his outfit. "Ohh Im liking this right here", you sit up from the floor to move your body along with your eyes. You move your head to see every inch of skin that isn't covered by the shirt but also how well they compliment. You toss another shirt at Dominik and motion for him to turn around and walk back into the bathroom, 'Last one!" he yells from the bathroom. You roll your eyes, "We're just getting started!" you yell back, Dominik sharing the same look from inside the bathroom.

This muscle shirt is black with lots of purple and green, you'd consider those to be his color, it compliments him almost too well. He walks out of the bathroom acting annoyed but you can tell it's not genuine. "Oh babe, this one is good. Makes me want to take you right here", your voice goes seductive and you look up at Dominik. His cheeks are red and he exhales heavily wetting his lips from where his mouth went dry suddenly. You toss one more shirt at him and ask him, "Just one more". Dominik couldn't deny you even if you made him try on 100 more shirts. "One more".

He comes out of the bathroom throwing his arms up in a flex turning every which way to show his mucules. You whistle at him, standing up off the floor to approach him. You pull him closer by the shirt's sides, both chest to chest. "Looking good handsome", you whisper against his lips, looking into his eyes that resemble a melting pot of love and adoration. His cheeks go ablaze again at the name and proximity in the moment, his hand moves to hold the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. "Trying to get me going?", he whispers back to you, "I don't know is it working?" you ask back. Dominik breaks and smiles largely pulling your lips to his, holding both sides of your face now, laughing into the kiss and pulling you into a dip. Every time you part he comes back for more kissing you like it would be his last.

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simpformoonkight · 3 years

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Are you doing requests? I was wondering if i could have a number nine on angst prompts, for c!Technoblade x reader. Oh and can the reader be male? If not thats okay thanks!

Nightmare..

Requested? [yes] [no]

Prompts: "you are safe here, I got you"

Summary : you wake up after a nightmare about techno when he got back from his execution. And luckily he is here :)

Genre : angst to comfort, mentions of execution, a fight, blood mentioning?

It could me read as male/gender neutral! Reader x technoblade

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Technoblade is getting ready and so are you those who have treated me with kindness.. I will repay that kindness ten fold. You appeared behind him “you know they will come here and get us right? ” you stated more than asked “yea and we will be prepared for them” And those who treat me with injustice! You both got ready with potions and gear that use me.. Both of you get your weapons ready That hunt me down, That hurt my friends! You are seeing them in the distance.. I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over

“So the plan is simple, we find and kill technoblade” quakity stated.......

You and technoblade are ready “if there is no other way..” techno says “i choose BLOOD!” he says. He fights off against Tubbo while you fight with fundy “big Q do something!!. BIG Q!!!” Tubbo says frantically. “stop! STOP!” quakity says “you get away from that horse quakity!” technoblade yells at the hybrid duck. you turn around and you see quakity holding Steve while a sword under his neck “technoblade, y/n drop everything or I'm gonna kill this horse right in front of both of you” techno and you look each at other at the same time and then drop every thing.......... You don't remember what happened after that just hazy memories “big Q, pull the lever!” Tubbo says frantically huh? “pull the lever big Q!!” “NO!!” you yelled......

You woke up in cold sweat looking every where as in looking for someone while trying to calm your breathing, until your eyes landed on technoblade. He is ok— “Darlin' ?” he sits up. his voice cut your train of thoughts “huh? Uh-yeah?” you reply trying to steady your voice “you look all shakin' up, you alright?” he asked kind of worried “yeah just a nightmare nothing” he hugs so your head on his chest listening to his calm heart beat “your safe I got you” he says “mhm... I know you got me” you smile lazily at him “another dream about the execution again?” you nod your head “well you are safe and I'm safe and besides TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!!” you snorted “i love you tech” you said tiredly “I love you too y/n” and then you fell back asleep in peaceful night ..... He could be dangerous, a monster, he could be a criminal to some people but to you.. he was the kindest.. And you are greatful for that. Always and forever will be.

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I'm so so sorry this took so long my second monthly exams will be finished this week than my mid year exams will soon start after and I just found the time— so I'm very sorry for taking so long :-:

Have a nice day/night 🌃 ♥️

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Outnumbered

Creeper Vargas x F!Reader

Inspired by Day Nine of the July Prompts: beach

Warnings: language, talk of pregnancy, Creeper being the soft & fun dad that we all know he would be

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This takes place in my pre-established Dad!Creeper universe. I love this whole family dynamic, which I will refer to as the Wolfpack lmao. If you wanna read more about this lil Vargas Squad check out these fics: X, X

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The kids jumped out of the van and immediately started sprinting towards the water. You laughed, calling after them to be careful and not go up past their knees until you and their father made it town to the shore. All three of them yelled some kind of acknowledgment back to you and all you could do was shake your head with a smile. They’d been waiting so long to come to the beach.

“Need me to carry something, Neron?” you asked, already knowing what his answer was going to be as you rested your hands on your stomach.

He shook his head, “Nah, mama, I got all this shit,” he leaned in, kissing your baby bump and then your lips, “You go ahead and find a spot for us.”

You chuckled, “At least let me take a chair or two. Or the towels. Something, please. You’ve only got two arms, baby.”

He pulled one towel out of one of the beach bags and handed it to you. When he saw the look on your face, he shook his head, adamant about his position, “You’re one over-exertion from having our baby on the beach.”

“Neron, c’mon, don’t be—”

“I’m good,” his smile was so sincere, it still made your whole heart feel full, “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

You smiled, not wanting to push the argument any further. You gave him one more kiss on the lips before thanking him and heading towards the shore. You could hear the laughter of your three children, and your smile grew as you watched the twins chase down their older brother, kicking water at him the entire time.

You laid out your towel to stake a claim on a small stretch of the beach. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Creeper defying the laws of physics as he somehow managed to get all of the gear down to you in one trip. Cooler, chairs, umbrella and all, nothing got left behind. The laugh that slipped past your lips was involuntary as you watched him drop everything next to the towel you’d laid out.

Stepping over to him, you pulled him into a kiss, “You never cease to impress me.”

Lightly running his hand over your stomach, he smiled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Much to your surprise, he let you help him get everything set up. You laid out the towels for the kids and got the chairs set up for yourself and for him. You left him to wrestle with the umbrella—that was always his job whether you were pregnant or not. While he was doing that, you called out to your kids, waving for them to come over to you. They hesitated, not wanting to give up even one minute of being in the water, but when they saw the way you crossed your arms over your chest as you waited, they booked it right over to you.

“Sunscreen first, then you can go back to playing,” you told them as you pulled the bottle out of the bag.

They moaned and groaned, but they let you put it on their backs and faces. They took care of the rest, and you smiled at the little white streaks that were left on their arms and stomachs from their rushed jobs, too eager to get back to the water. The three of them were practically vibrating waiting for you to let them know that it was alright to go. Once you gave them a nod of approval, they were off and running again. You laughed as Brandon scooped up the bucket and shovel as he ran off, the small plastic shovel banging around with every bumpy step that he took across the sand.

“This alright?” Creeper redirected your attention to his umbrella setup.

You smiled, nodding as you saw he made sure your chair was perfectly shaded, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Whatever you need.”

He peeled off his tank top and a smirk instantly found its way onto your face as you watched him toss it to the side. He turned back to face you and when he saw your expression, he immediately chuckled and shook his head. Without even realizing it you found yourself biting down lightly on your bottom lip.

“Don’t be lookin’ at me like that in public, mama,” his smile was contagious.

“Sorry,” you stepped in closer to him, running your hands over the ink that covered his torso, “I can’t help it.”

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, a shriek came from the edge of the water. Both of you turned to see your son tossing entire buckets of water at his sisters. You both laughed and Creeper gave you a kiss before taking off towards them to try and calm the situation before it got too out of hand.

You slowly and carefully lowered yourself down into your beach chair, keeping your eyes on your family the entire time. As you felt the restless kicking inside your belly, it sank in that the next time all of you came to the beach together, your family was going to be just a little bit larger. You shrugged off your coverup, and even though it was a thin piece of fabric it felt great to go without it, instantly running your hands over the exposed skin of your stomach.

While you were getting out your book and a drink for yourself, Creeper came trudging back up to your designated space. You flicked your eyes up to him, smiling as you saw the water running down the smooth skin of his head.

“I see you got caught in the crossfire,” you said with a laugh.

“Your girls are brutal,” he shook his head with a smile.

“Oh,” you rested your book on your stomach and gave him your full attention, “so now they’re my girls?”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “They’re your beautiful little savages, mama.”

“Mhm,” you chuckled as he opened a bottle of water and took a long drink from it, “I’ll remember that.”

You looked back down to the water and saw the three of them at least getting along now, no doubt plotting something together against their father for when he returned to the danger zone. It was impossible not to smile as the three of them huddled together. Looking over at your husband, you found him with his eyes fixed on you, a soft smile on his face. He twisted the cap back onto his water bottle before tossing it onto his chair.

As he went to take off again, you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get too far. He whipped back around to you, concern on his face, “Yea, baby?”

You chuckled, motioning for him to come closer, “You gotta put on some sunscreen.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gave a slight shake of your head, “Remember what happened last time you said that? You got all blistered up. C’mon. If I make the kids do it, I gotta make you do it too.”

He knew better than to argue with you, so he let you put a generous amount in his hands while you got up to rub it into his back and on the top of his head. You chuckled when he flinched at the coldness of the lotion. As you took a couple extra moments to really work it into his shoulders, you felt his body relax under your touch, and it brought a smile to your face. He reached back, placing his hand over yours before turning to face you.

“I love you.”

You smiled, nodding, “I love you too.”

“You gotta promise you won’t get mad at me, alright?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Mad at you for what?”

The edges of his lips curled into a smirk as he took the leftover lotion on his hands and smeared it in a line down your face with a laugh, leaving a bright white streak behind as he took off running, shouting back to you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you rested your hands on your stomach, “You’re lucky I’m pregnant and can’t run after you, Neron!” you paused, and after a few seconds you thought better of it, “Alex! Ava! Brandon!” you called out to each of your kids, smiling when they all snapped to attention and looked at you, “See if you guys can dunk your father before we go home today!”

They all let out screams of joy and excitement, smiles taking over their faces as they ran towards their dad. Creeper looked at you, the weight of defeat making his shoulders slump slightly as he accepted his fate. You laughed as you slowly lowered yourself back into your beach chair. Within seconds the twins had attached themselves to Creeper’s legs and Brandon was attempting to climb up onto his father’s back. All four of them were laughing and you were honestly impressed by your husband’s ability to stay upright.

Your son was fully attached to Creeper’s back, legs securely wrapped around the man’s torso and arms looped around his neck. You chuckled as Creeper crouched down, trying with all his might to pry his daughters off of his legs, tucking them under his arms as he made the short walk into the water and dunking them instead of the other way around. Their laughter could be heard all down the coast and it was impossible not to laugh from where you were sitting.

“Your turn, B-Dawg,” he laughed as he reached back and lifted his son off of him, lofting him into the water, the young boy cackling the entire time.

Once the three of them had been sufficiently tossed around, they settled into a calmer activity of building a sandcastle just out of reach of the high tide waves. When they seemed fairly calm, Creeper made his way back up to you. You’d managed to get through some of your book as you watched them, and he smiled as he quickly wiped off some of the water and sand, finding his seat next to you.

“Got your workout for the day?” you looked over at him with a smile.

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea. Can’t believe you sicced my own kids on me, mama. That’s cold.”

“Fair is fair when I can’t chase after you,” you laughed, “Just wait until next year when you’re even more outnumbered.”

His laughter quieted as he glanced down at your stomach, and he gave a satisfied nod, “I can’t wait.”

“You’re gonna run out of arms,” you said with a smile as you reached and entwined your fingers with his.

He laughed, “That’s what I’ve got you for. If we stick together we might almost be able to hold our own.”

“That’s a big maybe.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah,” he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “We’ve got this down. We’ll be alright.”

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marvelhero-fics · 4 years

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Snowman

Series - Chapter One

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re a HYDRA assassin that’s worked closely with the Winter Soldier, to each of your dismay you’re reunited with Bucky after the blip.

A/N: I haven’t posted in like 300 years, but I hope you guys enjoy this new series! This follows parts of TFATWS so expect spoilers! (Also I’m sure all the Russian is absolutely wrong, if you’d like to correct it please send me a message!)

Word Count: 1,815 (future chapters will be wayyy longer)

Snowman Masterlist || Full Masterlist

New York

2023

“So tell me about this-” the therapist looked down at her notes briefly, “(Y/N).” She finished.

Bucky paused momentarily, “No.”

“James, for these therapy sessions to be effective, you need to open up to me. I can’t help you if I don't know what’s wrong.” His therapist responded, laying her pen carefully on her small notebook.

Bucky thought for a moment, taking in the ambience of the room. What would he even say about (Y/N)? He hadn’t seen her in years. Bucky was kicking himself for accidentally bringing her up in his session last week. “I- uh-” he stammered, shifting his weight on the couch, “I met her in 2011. At least I think it was 2011. Date’s get kinda fuzzy sometimes, with all the cryo.” Bucky’s hand pressed against his head, feeling dazed as he tried to think back. “It was at the big HYDRA base outside of Moscow. We had to go on a mission together-” he was cut off,

“Did she work for HYDRA?” Dr Raynor interjected.

“Yea. She was an assassin too. She went by the alias the Viper.” Bucky pretended not to notice his therapist tense up. Anyone who knew anything about HYDRA knew who the Viper was. She was one of the most prolific assassins after the Winter Soldier.

“Tell me more about when you met her.”

“We were instructed to take out a terrorist organisation forming against SHIELD. Which was ironic because we were working for a terrorist organisation. But at this point SHIELD was being run by HYDRA and they couldn’t risk any slip ups, so they put 6 assassins on the job. HYDRA usually didn’t have their assassins working together, we were all too volatile. But we had to take out over 70 people in one night. It was (Y/N), a few assassins from the Red Room, and a few agents that HYDRA had trained personally, and me.” Bucky stopped.

“Where was (Y/N) trained?”

“At a secondary facility run by HYDRA. She was trained from a really young age. It’s all she’s known.” Bucky seemed somber. But his therapist continued,

“What happened on the mission?”

“Nothing. It went exactly to plan. The targets were taken out and we all left without a trace. But (Y/N), she- she kept trying to talk to me, or get to know me. I was the Winter Soldier. No one in their right mind ever tried to ‘get to know me’.”

“Why do you think (Y/N) did that?”

“She told me she was bored.” He replied bluntly.

Moscow

2011

The poorly lit conference room was filled with a myriad of assassins and officials. The only illumination came from old LED lights hanging from the concrete ceiling. The mossy green paint on the walls looked as if it hadn’t been patched up in years. The only new-ish part of the room was the large, oak conference table, surrounded by black, leather seating. It was difficult not to notice the red HYDRA symbol holding a spot on almost every piece of clothing in the area.

“TITAN terroristicheskaya organizatsiya, formiruyushchayasya protiv nas. (TITAN is a terrorist organisation forming against us.)” Kuznetsov spoke, “Izbrannyye budut otpravleny segodnya vecherom v Ukrainu dlya vypolneniya postavlennoy zadachi. Uberi ikh. (The chosen ones will be sent to Ukraine tonight to complete their given tasks. Take them out.)”

That was all it took. You stared at the file in front of you. You had read through it multiple times, going over every single name, every single skill set your targets had. You were more than certain you could complete this job on your own. But you had no choice on the matter.

Your eyes darted around, taking in the faces of the assassins that were to accompany you on your mission. Two youthful females, dressed in black leather sat next to each other. The older, grimacing woman behind them was Madame B., the head supervisor of the Red Room. You moved your gaze to the two agents in dark green uniforms and red, soviet berets. Neither looked particularly menacing.

You finally landed on the last assassin. His dark hair fell like curtains around his face. Gloomy blue eyes searched their way through the room. His sharp jaw seemed tense through his stubbled cheeks. He was large, extremely built. Covering his frame was an amplitude of black clothing and gear.

“Play nice.” Your mentor spoke softly over your shoulder, breaking you from your train of thought.

“I always do.”

Your padded snow boots ripped through the thick snow covering the ground. The six of you had hiked your way to the set point on your GPS systems, the clouds of snowfall covering your vision held the illusion that there were absolutely no structures nearby. A large helicopter had dropped the group a few miles out from the hideout to ensure nothing was compromised. The trek was in utter silence, fighting against the harsh temperature in mid February.

The waypoint became closer on your map, a tiny building slowly appeared in your vision against the foggy downfall. It was a small, wooden cabin. Everyone hustled their way through the unlocked door. It was barren, it held no furniture, no blankets, no means of any life. There appeared to be a few doors that led to small, empty rooms. The entrance only held a small fireplace, filled with old cut down logs that had been eaten by bugs.

The group quickly dispersed, you headed to one of the rooms alone, throwing down your belongings onto the floor. The bag you carried was mainly filled with weapons and ammunition, along with a very warm sleeping bag. You knew too well you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight, but you would need the extra heat for now.

There was no chatter anywhere in the house. Your mission would begin in 6 hours. Everyone was likely putting together their artillery. You decided to cozy up in your navy sleeping bag for a moment of comfort.

Someone had lit the fire in the lounge. A warm, orange light crept through the cracks in your door. The ambiance was strangely calming for a shitty cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Snow continued to fall against the tiny glass pane of your room. You weren’t a fan of assassinating in the snow. It was low vision, harsher climates, and it lessened the ability to move. Snakes weren’t creatures of the cold. Conveniently you’d been grouped with someone who called himself ‘The Winter Soldier’. I’m sure he loves the cold, you thought.

You’d heard a lot about him. Everyone had. He was the perfect assassin. He never failed a mission, his body didn’t reject cryo, every form of enhancement HYDRA had used on him had been a success. He was what every assassin had aspired to be.

Without thought, you grabbed the glass bottle laying next to you and walked off to the room the Winter Soldier had claimed for the night.

“Privet (Hello)”. You announced, pushing his door open with a creak. His head didn’t turn towards you. He sat on the floor, the sound coming from him indicated he was sharpening knives.

“Khochesh' vypit'? (Want a drink?)” You asked, motioning the bottle towards him.

He stayed silent for a moment. Finally he turned, looking up at you from his position on the floor. “What is it?” His dark tone asked back. The amber light from the fire crashed against his features. His strong jaw was covered with a dark stubble, his brunette hair tucked behind his ears. His most obvious feature was the hauntingly blue eyes that sat in sunken sockets, he looked drained.

“It’s vodka.” You stated, honestly. You were surprised to hear he wasn’t Russian, he sounded… American?

“You’re drinking before a mission?” He queried.

You shrugged. “Alcohol doesn’t freeze.” You sat down next to him. “Plus it takes the edge off.” A faint clinking noise announced as you placed the bottle on the floor between you two. He stared at you for a moment, before quietly going back to his knives.

“Wanna play 20 questions?” You interrupted the silence.

“No.”

“What about truth or dare?”

“I’m not 14.” the soldier replied, his eyes not leaving his handy work.

“How old are you?” You shot back,

“Why are you trying to get to know me?” He dodged your question.

“I’m bored.” You shrugged, taking a deep swig of the vodka. “And by my calculations,” you peered down at your watch, “we still have 3 hours and 27 minutes until the mission starts.”

He gave a shallow sigh, “93.”

“What?”

“I’m 93. How old are you.”

“93?! You were born in 1917?”

“Mhm. How old are you.”

“25. You look great for 93.” You chuckled.

“You look old for 25.” He jabbed back. His knife sharpener still grinding across a 6 inch blade.

“You flatter me.” You replied sarcastically. “So what’s your story? How’d you make it to 93?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Why would I ask if I didn’t want to know?”

Bucky looked over at you. “I’m telling you, you don’t want to know.”

“C’mon old man, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” You smirked. He once again, went back to his knives. It almost seemed as if he was trying to threaten you, pulling out larger knife after larger knife.

You huffed, opening your mouth to speak, “I was born in Hungary to a drug abusing mother, and an absent father. I was kidnapped and sold to HYDRA when I was 6. I was placed under the care of the Kraken. Not sure if you’ve met him, he’s this large guy-”

“I’ve met him.” Bucky stated, interrupting your spiel.

“Right, well, he trained me for years. Eventually HYDRA got involved again and I was tested on, experimented on, messed with, ya’ know, all that fun stuff.” You explained.

“Are you enhanced?” Bucky asked, almost as if he was actually interested.

“Yea. I have this whole snake venom trick. It’s great for up close combat. The experiments really should’ve killed me though. But maybe that’s what makes us so good-” Bucky looked over at the woman next to him, her bright eyes stared back at him as she spoke “ya’ know, the best assassins are the ones living off borrowed time. Because we’ve met death before, so we’re not afraid to do it again.”

Bucky quickly grabbed the Barrett M82 rifle next to him, his metal arm making faint whirring noises. “I’m going to scope out the base.” He stated bluntly. And with that, his large black boots walked him out the bedroom, and out the door.

You let out a faint sigh, creeping back to your room to sort out your weapons. You were sure it was something you said that scared him off. I guess at 93 you have to be living off too much borrowed time, you speculated. You absentmindedly set up your pistols, your mind not being able to wander from the Winter Soldier. Maybe annoying the Red Room girls would get your mind off it.

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aboardthehavocmarauder · 3 years

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Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 1]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

You ever thought about returning home?

To Endor? Always.

Well...

That’s too bad now isn’t it?

“This is Y/F/N Y/L/N, she is the best we got here. Especially regarding your relations with the republic” the togruta informs before letting the bad batch get used to their new mechanic with a bit of introduction.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter, I’m the leader but once you’re working with us. Everybody sticks out”

“We let him handle the republic, otherwise, we are efficient regardless” Tech adds gesturing for his brother Wrecker to take care of Y/N’s crate. “A...crate?”

“Where else will I keep my gear? Besides. I don’t come with a lot.”

“Is there a reason to that?”

“Now Crosshair, don’t push it”

“What? Baggage can be literal or metaphorical.”

“Now that’s the smartest thing you’ve said since joining Clone Force 99”

“Shut it Wrecker” Crosshair bites, hearing him laugh on his way back on ship. “Well mechanic we have a mission to attend”

“A rescue. You don’t have to get involved right away—“

“No this’ll be exciting. Get to show you much more...than I’d ever show this hanger” Y/N whispers the last part getting their curious stares. “Yeah...you don’t need me and that’s okay”

“No! Don’t let Cross and Hunter with the mean faces! You’re coming along for the whole ride” Wrecker smiles picking her up suddenly as Y/N’s instincts came in, causing them to put the biggest out of them all in a headlock and taking both of their forces to her advantage slamming him behind her.

Tech snorted making across and Hunter now look at him confused as he collected himself.

“Sorry. Just. A tiny person took down Wrecker”

“This is so going to make bets a lot more fun” Crosshair smirks at the two as Y/N panicked helping Wrecker’s laughing ass back on his feet.

Aaray

Pain

Y/N stayed on the Havoc Marauder while the Bad Batch got introduced to a few others in the hanger of Coruscant. She laid down on the floor of the sleeping quarters feeling a sudden weight.

Y/N? Y/F/N Y/L/N...young one

“Y/N?” Hunter looks at her shocked expression as she sat up quickly. “There’s a few I’d like to introduce to you as Tech gets us flying”

“Oh, of course” Y/N smiles collecting themselves rather quickly as she got up to follow the sergeant.

“This is—“

“Captain Rex. And General Skywalker”

“Ok—and this—“

“Commander Cody and Arc Trooper Fives”

“Ha! Cutting off the leader is very bold of you.” Crosshair laughs in his remote corner of the common area. “How the fuck do you know these people?”

“You think you’re the only one that knows about the war going on? I don’t live under a rock Crosshair” Y/N steps into the cockpit joining Tech.

“You deserved that one” Cody adds receiving a glare from Cross as he leaves them to discuss the plan.

A distant Echo

The second Echo got on the ship with the others. He kept his distance even if Fives insisted on not listening to the body language. He was worried. The 501st had stopped looking and suddenly he returned to their lives in...almost one piece.

“Echo?”

Echo looks up from the bunk he was sitting on, staring at Y/N who came in after he was finally alone for some time.

“Sorry I don’t—“

“Y/N, anyway...how are you feeling?”

“I have a massive headache” Echo sighs looking at himself feeling the tightening happen in his chest. “I-Uhm...”

“I can leave you alone if you want me to. I don’t make any promises about your brothers though”

As Y/N says such, Echo instantly lays himself against them. He’s tired. God he tried...tried really hard. Y/N adjusted herself to let him rest his head in her lap and letting the rest happen on its own.

——

Y/N looked around in the dark, empty room. She took a few steps to get a feel of the room, making sure she didn’t fall into the void of what was under her. Then

“Y/F/N Y/L/N...come inside”

“No”

“Please”

“You stopped looking for me. You stopped looking...you let me die. YOU LET ME DIE” She screams into the void not hearing the voice after such.

“Oh sweet girl” someone new. “Come back to me. Let me take care of you” the hands grabbed her neck, arms, and torso yanking them back

——

Y/N jolted awake in her bunk, feeling the weight grow on her chest as she got up. She walks into the common area after grabbing a small container from the storage unit as she sets it down on the table before sitting.

“You’re awake?”

Y/N frowns looking over to the sharpshooter giving her a glare making her expression relax turning away.

“If you can’t sleep because of Wrecker’s snoring. Go to the other side. That’s where Tech is”

“I’m good”

“Mhm. What are you working on?”

“It’s nothing Cross. You can go back to sleep”

Crosshair glares at her feeling like she’s trying to push him away. But he decided to ignore the tension in the air, sitting across from them.

“Cross—“

“I won’t bug yea. I’m sitting here”

“Ok” Y/N continues to focus on the box in front of her opening it not revealing anything to the sharpshooter.

What’s broken

Should stay that way

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henqtic · 4 years

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𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺

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author note - Here’s a visual of the rings, I want to make some myself so badly, but I don’t have the artistic ability to so why not write about it :)

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Being in an art block was not the funnest thing in the world and you decided that maybe going outside would be nice for your mind to maybe get the gears turning. Wearing a long flowy skirt and a cardigan to keep you warm just in case cool winds would come in later in the day.

You had forced Draco to wear anything other than black seeing as the sun was out and shining and you didn’t want to see your boyfriend heat up to one hundred degrees. He’d brought a book with him to read and his head was laying against your shoulder.

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You were drawing a frog's face that was spaced out to almost look in the detail of a ring, when your eyes widened in realization and happiness. ‘Finally out of the art block’ you thought as you called for the blonde leaning against you-

“Draco” He hummed in response, still reading his book as you shook your shoulder making his head shoot up and look at you. “I think I have the best idea of what we could do, make rings out of clay,” you said with excitement as he looked down at the book in your lap.

“Make rings out of clay?” He snorted as he looked down at obviously expensive rings as he said, “I think my rings are better than clay, you can have one if you want.” He started to slip off a silver ring that had a snake detail engraved into it. You stopped him by putting your hand over his, making his face scrunch up in confusion and look at you.

“No Draco, I just think it’s a rather creative idea and it’s better than just buying one from the store. “Look at this,” you pointed at the elongated frog face on your sketchbook with your pencil and gushed, “wouldn’t that be so cute as a ring.”

He was perplexed at the idea of doing something by hand and enjoying it. He was barely ever in his kitchen unless it was to eat the food made by the house elves and most of the time he hadn’t even pulled out his own chair. “I could always get you one custom made for you. You know that right,” he said looking at you as if you were some kind of homeless puppy in need of a home.

A breathy laughed emitted from you; amused at the fact he couldn’t comprehend the meaning of actually wanting and enjoying things done by himself. “Love no, that’s not the reason. I think we should make it ourselves because it’ll have more personality to it. Isn’t it always better to get a real present than money? And you could alway just watch me instead of doing it if that’s what you want.”

“No and Yes. Money is better and I’ll do it with you, I’m used to your--oddness now.” He joked leaning his head back to its spot on your shoulder. “Very flattering Draco.” You jerked your body back as his head hit the blanket underneath you.

“Ouch-- what was that for?” “Sorry Draco, it was only an accident,” you lied as he hesitantly put his head back eyeing you scared that you would move again. “Draco I’m not going to move you can go back now,” you said in an unconvincing tone trying to make him paranoid.

“Yea. Alright,” he muttered tenderly laying back down, his head hovering slightly as you started to draw more designs.

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“Alright this is all we’ll need,” you said excitedly looking at the table in front of you. There was polymer clay, paint, paint brushes, and a craft oven. You showed him the other designs you’d come up with including a bear, pig, and a duck. “Which one do you think you like best?”

“You made them, so I like all of them.” You raised your eyebrows at him trying to contain a smile at his compliment. “But I’d have to say the frog is one of the best.”

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“Bloody hell where did you get this from? I think it may be bad,” the boy said five second into kneading the clay with the green paint. You sighed as you went closer to his side, “Draco, It’s clay it’s not going to be a bit hard.” Huffing, he went back to kneading as his eyes went wide looking down at his stained hands, “You never told me my hands would turn green”

“Obviously. It’s paint. We’ll wash our hands when we’re done anyways.” You had gotten done with your second ring, which was in the design of a bear when you decided to see how Draco was doing.

You laughed as you looked at him; his face was crunched up and his tongue out touching the top of his lip as he tried to get the pupil directly in the center of the frog's eye. “It doesn’t have to be perfect love, it’s for fun.” He just dismissed you with an ‘mhm’ his eyes never leaving the what he would call the ‘challenge’ in front of him.

A few minutes went by when you were both done with four rings each. You put them into the oven as you and Draco talked about different things at school. About how he’s going to ‘Get Pottah back’. You hadn’t even known what he had done to cause Draco to get ‘back’ at him. But what was the point in trying, there was always something?

When you took the rings out of the oven, you watched as he admired the frog he had worked so hard on causing a smile to come upon your face. “I’ll admit this came out better than I thought.”

“I agree, they did come out pretty good,” you said back hoping he would say something else. After a sew seconds he caved in,“Alright fine, I’ll wear the frog but you have to match me.” An excited smile came over your face as you laid a kiss on his cheek. “Of course, I knew you’d come around.”

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“What’s that on your hand Malfoy,” Theodore teased. He, Draco, and Blaise were all up in their dorm about to go to bed when he caught sight of the ring on his finger. “It’s a frog ring if you want to know so badly, I made it with my girlfriend,” he said, putting emphasis on the ‘girlfriend”.

“Something that you clearly don’t have the capability.” He gestured to the boy’s face with a look of disgust painting his own. A loud laugh emitted from Blaise’s mouth, “Nott just please go to sleep now, ‘cause you know it’s true.” Ever since Blaise started dating some Ravenclaw he sat by in potions, Theodore had become the fifth wheel whenever everyone hung out.

The boy hastily pulled the blanket over his body and quickly pulled the string turning off the lamp, almost snapping it off. “That was uncalled for Malfoy, I hope a spider crawls up you while you’re sleeping,” he grumbled, causing the blonde’s mouth to clamp shut and take a large gulp. The sound was heard as Blaise started to laugh again “Shut up Zabini,” the boys said in sync as he only laughed louder.

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A/N- Feel free to leave any feedback or constructive criticism and have a great rest of your day or night <3

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katsuflossy · 4 years

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Caramel Apples

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x reader

Word count: 1198

TW: None

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The kitchen was a spill from being a whole mess. Mini marshmallows stacked on the counter, one occasionally falling due to your busy movements. Colored sanding sugar scattered all over another, right beside the toppled bag of brown sugar. You switched from one side of the kitchen to the next, checking on your concoctions in a hurry. Shinsou stood at the edge of the counter away from your mess and constant shifting. He scrolled through your forgotten playlist, skipping through some songs before landing on a shared favorite.

“Hey! I was listening to that. Put it back on,” He quirked a brow at your whine as you stirred the pot. A smirk quipped on his lips from the little glower on your face.

“Really now? What song was playing then.”

You recited the little part of the song you were listening to, eyes focused on making sure your creation was smooth and free of any curdles. Behind you Shinsou lightly chuckled, staying out of the messy zone.

“Love?”

“Yea?”

“That song played 10 minutes ago.”

“...Shut up,” Shinsou shook his head in silent laughter, thumb scrolling down to find the only song you remembered. You turned around, running to check on your first made batch—the first batch meaning the first approved by Shinsou— before almost knocking the carton of heavy cream off the counter. Shinsou was quick, catching it before it could spill on the floor. A few drops spilling on his hand. He stared into your surprised eyes, a tired familiar “I told you so” look pointed directly at you. Shinsou knew you like the back of his hand. The sag in your shoulders was your sign of defeat; the stubbornness leaving you after another near accident happened.

“I’m cleaning up everything now,” your teeth gnawed at your bottom lip, shame blooming as you looked around the messy kitchen.

“My fault, ‘Toshi, I just wanted to make these caramel apples perfect and kinda forgot about what was going on around me,” Eri popped into your mind at the mention of apples. All your hard work was geared to see her wide smile, her eyes glittering with the utmost joy and ardor. She hasn’t had hard food ever since she had surgery on a weirdly sunken tooth. She recovered about a week ago with a ravenous hunger for anything sweet. Through countless of begging, Aizawa allowed you to treat her to sweets galore on Halloween, one that included her favorite: assorted caramel apples. The same caramel apples that could potentially burn if left unattended.

You scurried back to the pot, heavenly caramel dousing the room in its scent. Shinsou washed his hands in the sink, the first batch of caramel on the heater beside him. You watched as your second batch made its way to perfection, releasing sweet effusions as it bubbled. Your face was nearly in the pot admiring your work before calling Shinsou over.

“Hitoshi, look I think this one came out better than the first—ohhh.” Your back curved at the feeling of a warm substance on your shoulder. A hot breath blew against your skin before, lapping up the warm liquid on your shoulder. A shiver ran up and down your back as Shinsou’s tongue swiped back and forth, lapping up the caramel sauce he dropped against your skin. You couldn’t escape his mouth; the shock putting your mind pause and his hands on your waist held you firmly against him. His mouth finally released the flesh of your shoulder. The coolness left by his lubricated licks finally returned you to your senses. His sly smirk greeted you as you turned around to slap him on his arm.

“Hitoshi! What in the hell did you just do?” His smirk widening as you went for a second slap on his shoulder, avoiding the abuse before taking your hand. “What? I just wanted to try caramel on the apple of my eye.” Mischief glinted in his lavender eyes like the handle of the spoon he held in his other hand. The spoon was clearly dipped in caramel, its warm color smearing the metal surface.

“Well, try it after Eri comes. She can come through that door any second and—”

“Mhm,” The same warm sensation came over your lips before he pulled you into a sticky kiss. Your eyes closed shut at the impact, head slightly turning to the right as he pulled you closer. His tongue—the same familiar feeling of your shoulder—glided over your bottom lip, taking the sugary sauce as it goes. Your whole body grew weak, your lips subconsciously parting as he brought you closer—the tip of his tongue searching for its sweet addiction. Your mind melted further as Shinsou invaded your mouth, his tongue grazing over yours. Your senses were flooded with the taste of caramel and your boyfriend’s presence. Both of you were so enveloped in the kiss that no one did not hear the front door opening. A soft but eager voice broke through the kitchen

“Hitoshi, we’re home!” Your eyes snapped open. A small yelp escaped your mouth as you pushed Shinsou away. The tingling sensation stayed on your lips, your heart beating in your ears at the embarrassment of being caught. You took the collar of your shirt, hiding your swollen lips as you greeted Eri.

“Hi, Eri! I didn’t expect you to come back so quickly.” Your eyes darted to Aizawa walking in behind her, shaking his head after he looked between his son and you. You were embarrassed whereas Shinsou was calm, slowly wiping off his lips the evidence of what just occurred. Eri still looked at you brightly as she spoke.

“I didn’t know you were coming, (y/n). Are those apples behind you?” You cursed under your breath, turning around to the apples on the counter and the boiling caramel. You turned off the stove before kneeling face to face with Eri.

“I’m sorry Eri it was supposed to be a surprise but someone rejected the first two tries,” you looked over your shoulder. Your glare shot at your smirking boyfriend before going back to Eri.

“Are you making caramel apples? Can I help? I want to help you, (y/n),” Her small fingers twitched at her side, excited at the thought of helping. Your heart was imploded by her cuteness. You tucked her hair behind her ear, a habit formed when she warmed up to you for the first time.

“Of course, just wash your hands, and then we can get started.” In an instant, Eri zoomed down the hall to the bathroom, Aizawa shouting at her to slow down as he put her school bag down on the dining table. He walked past you and Shinsou but not before staring you both down.

“I’d like to keep Eri’s innocence until she’s at least thirteen. So if you guys would kindly be careful where you do...whatever, that would be great,” An muscular arm wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to Shinsou’s tall frame, his smirk never wavering.

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“Hitoshi!”

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mudhorn-djarin19 · 4 years

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Mission: I Do - Chp. 2 (Agent Whiskey x f!reader)

Summary: A new mission has come up and you are sent off on it with Agent Whiskey as your partner. However, you have to go undercover as his fiancee. What will this mission mean for you and your harboring crush on him? This chapter is the set up to the mission. This chapter's not the most entertaining and I apologize for that. It's basically a build up/keep the flow going chapter lol. Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, alcohol usage (tipsy), poisoning, mutual pining (please let me know if I missed any) AO3 Link | Masterlist | Join my taglist here! Chp. 1 - more chapters to come! (Will be added here and in taglist) You awake the next morning to yourself being enveloped in warmth. It was comforting but definitely something new to you. You shot your eyes open to find yourself snuggled into Jack’s chest. You nervously panicked and slid back, waking him up in the process.

“Mhm. What’s wrong?” He groans, his voice raspy with sleep. He then notices his hand placed on your hip. You both look up and eye each other before he removes it. “Well… not sure how we got like that. But my apologies.” He chuckles lightly, removing his hand. “It’s okay. I uh.. I somehow moved in my sleep as well.” You chuckle nervously. “I’m um...going to go get dressed for the day.” You say as you spring up from the bed.

Jack rolls over and looks at the clock to see it’s 10am “Yea better we get dressed, head down for some breakfast and then make our way down to the convention. Get this show on the road.”

You crawl from the bed and head over to the closet where you had stored your clothes for the trip, going over what you think would be best to wear. You wanted to look nice but nothing too over the top. “I’m going to change in the bathroom and put my makeup on.” You as you step in and shut the door behind you. “Alright, I’ll get dressed out here a while. Jack replies.

Several minutes past before you return from the bathroom. You decided on a simple white sundress with some sandals. You find Jack laying back on the bed. Fully dressed in his normal attire he wears when off duty. Jeans, a plain white t-shirt, boots and his favorite black cowboy hat. He sits up and whistles when he sees you.

“Well don’t you just look gorgeous. All dolled up.” He smirks, eyeing you over.

You blush slightly, looking down to try to hide it. You didn’t think you had done anything too crazy. You were just wearing simple casual clothes in your opinion. But, apparently to him you looked amazing. “Thank you Jack.” You respond, blushing lightly.

“I’ve ordered us room service breakfast so it should be here any minute now. We can go over the case a bit more while we eat.” He says.

Not long after breakfast arrives, you two sit at the little table in the foyer of the room and go over the mission. Jack pulls out his file from his suitcase, going over pictures of the main culprit and anyone else Statesman had pulled files on that are working with the culprit.

“So we need to find the main guy, what company or companies he controls and any of his crew. Take them all down and prevent anymore kidnappings or bombings. The other agents were sent out to spots designated where anyone kidnapped previously been noted to do rescues.” He says, closing the file. “Shouldn’t be too hard. Champ said we have a few locations to keep in our peruse. The convention, a local restaurant, the hotel here itself and a local club. We have a week to complete the mission which is more than enough.”

You nod listening to him explain as you sip your coffee. This is going to be a long and interesting weekend. Surely is going to be pulling all sorts of ways at your heartstrings. Looking at wedding stuff, sharing a bed and who knows what else for a potential week. You two finish your breakfast and gear up for the day. Jack tucks his whip and lasso to his belt so they’re hidden, while you strap a pistol and knife to your thigh. Always got to be prepared for any potential danger.

Arriving at the venue, you see it’s a large warehouse building full of tables and tables of business to help you plan your wedding. From venues, catering, clothing and more. You hope someday you can actually experience this for real, and hope even more than it could be with Jack who stands beside you. As you take everything in, you feel Jack’s hand grip yours gently, sliding the ring onto your finger. “Forgot that this mornin’. Might need it to keep the cover.” He says. “Oh. Right, sorry. Thank you for remembering.” You respond.

“Of course darlin’. What else is a future husband for?” He smirks, sliding his hand into yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours.

Lord have mercy… this mission might actually kill you if Jack keeps up his flirtiness on top of everything else.

“Shall we get to perusing?” He says, motioning his hand to the venue. You pull him through the aisles, stopping at a few tables to look at things to seem like actually wedding planning. You decide to stop at a dress stand to look over some dresses for the lady running the booth seemed to match the description of one of the crewmates. “Honey, come look at these!” You shout to him, waving your hand. Jack looks in your direction, noticing why you called him to that booth. He slips on his glasses and hits the button to activate the hidden camera before coming over. Making sure while he made his way over to get the lady’s face in frame and the name of the supposed company. “What do you think of this one?” You ask. Pulling out a long lace sleeved, off the shoulder dress. “Would you like to try it on?” The lady asks.

“Oh uh… I-” You start to say.

“Go on. Try it on. I like it very much. Why you do so, I’ll discuss things with the lady here.” Jack smiles.

You nod and head into the little changing rooms the lady has while Jack talks to her, hopefully getting some good information out of her. After a few minutes and working to get the dress on you step out from the changing booth to stand in front of Jack and the booth lady. Jack's eyes widen and he about drops his jaw to the floor before he quickly straightens himself out and clears his throat. “Wow darlin’, you look… beautiful.” He smiles, eyeing you over.

“Th-thank you.” You blush, looking down.

“That dress suits you very much! Allow me to give you my business card for future fittings if you’re interested in the dress.” The lady smiles, handing you the card. You gladly take it. Solid, got a location of where potential kidnappings could be happening. You smile and look yourself over one more time before heading back into the changing booth to change back into the clothes you arrived in. You exit the booth and make your way around to some other booths, seeing if any of the runners catch your eyes as crewmates or the main culprit. You go down a few aisles until Jack pulls you into a venue booth. “You know darlin’ I always dreamed of a barn wedding. Something about them is just so simple but elegant all the same. What do you think?” He asks.

As you enter the booth the host greets you and you instantly recognize him to be the main culprit. Thank god Jack still has his glasses on and is recording the whole thing so you can send it back to Ginger later tonight and inform her you found him.

“Hello sir. Ma'am.” He nods his head to you. “I see you are interested in our venue?” He asks.

“Yes sir. Always found myself fond of a rustic barn wedding. But, the decision of the venue is ultimately up to my fine lady here.” He says turning to you.

“I think a barn wedding sounds very nice honey.” You smile. “I’d love to get more information on the venue if we could.”

“Certainly.” The guy smiles, handing you two some pamphlets on the venue, going over information with you and etc. “The venue is my own family's barn. It’s a 200 year old property but we keep it well maintained and we have a bed and breakfast on the property for you and your family to stay at the day and night before.”

“Sounds lovely to me.” Jack smiles. “We shall take this information and discuss but I think I’m hooked already.” You nod in agreement and part your ways from the guy. Jack leans down to whisper in your ear as you walk away, but hiding it so it looks like he’s kissing you instead.

“That’s definitely him. Hopefully we can run into him again later to corner him and take him down. Good job on finding the other lady. Let me know if you spot anything else and I will do the same for you.” He states.

You nod in response and continue to work your way through the aisles. Looking around to some venues, not really seeing any other people you recognize to be suspicious. But to keep your cover you do pull each other into some booths. Jack pulls you into a catering booth when he sees some good looking food to try. You chuckle as he tastes just about everything there is, handing you pieces to try as well. You manage to pull him into a few booths too, one being a ring booth that caught your eye. You don’t notice him watching you as you eye over your favorites.

Once you two have perused most of the aisles, not finding anything else and realizing it’s getting pretty late in the day you decide to call it a day for the convention. “It’s getting close to dinner time. I’m hungry. How about you?” He asks.

“Definitely. Those little bites of food here and there didn’t stick with me much.” You chuckle.

“Come on, I know of a good place you should try.” He says, leading you to the car.

Jack decided to treat you to a local fast food favorite, Whataburger. Being a man from the south he knew of all the popular joints. You were raised in the big city of New York, only ever having traveled to new places once joined the Statesman. So any chance you could get to check out a regional thing when on a trip you took the opportunity. You two sat in the pickup truck that was rented for the weekend, chowing down on your food in silence.

“See I told you it was some good shit.” He chuckles.

“Mhm” Is all you can make out as you continue to devour your food.

Once finished eating and back at the hotel you scramble around trying to figure out what to wear. You were to go to the local club up the street tonight to see if you could catch the culprit or anyone there by chance. You’ve been to clubs before on many missions but, you always have a hard time deciding what to wear. You want to fit in but also don’t want to stand out too much. Jack layed back on the bed, sending the information from today over to Champ as you paced back and forth in the room from the dresser to the bathroom. He had already changed as soon as you got back. And by changed, he swapped his white t-shirt for an army green t-shirt and threw on his go to black leather jacket. You finally settled on another dress and slipped into the bathroom for the final time to slip it on and fix your makeup some.

“Um Jack?” You step out of the bathroom.

He sits up on his elbow from his spot on the bed and about drops his jaw at the sight of you, for the second time today. Whistling at you once again.

“Damn darlin’... You keep shocking me with your looks. Everytime I think you can’t get more beautiful you do.” He smirks, eyeing you over.

You chose to wear a silky and almost skin tight all black dress that stopped about mid thigh and had thin spaghetti straps. You blush at his compliment.

“Thank you. Um, do you mind helping me zip the rest of it up?” You say as you step closer and turn your back towards him.

“Not at all.” He says standing and helping you zip the rest of your dress up, knuckles brushing lightly against your skin as he does which sends shivers through your body.

“Thank you. Ready to go?” You ask and you walk over to the door to slip on your pair of heels.

“Yup. Got your weapons just in case?” He asks as he pats his torso then back knowing his are secured in a hidden pocket of his jacket and belt.

You point to your purse where you had your weapons stowed away as they wouldn’t be hidden too well on your person right now.. “Yup. All set.”

“Alrighty, well then let’s goin’!” He says and you both step out to head to the club up the street.

You two walk into the club, Jack has his arm around your waist and leads you over to a free table where you both sit and take a look over of your location. So far no culprit or crew members to be seen. Hopefully they’ll show up eventually.

“I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?” He asks.

“Um sure. A cocktail please. Anything.” You smile.

He nods and heads off to the bar, leaving you at the table. As you wait you see some of the crew members walk in. Recognizing them from the pictures. Two males and one female. Jack returns shortly with a margarita for you and a glass of his namesake for himself.

“Jack, three arrived.” You nod your head towards them. The guys standing at the bar and the girl making her way to dance on the dance floor. “I’m going to try to talk to the girl. I’ll be back.”

You down your drink in one sitting and make your way to the dance floor. This will surely bite you in the ass later but for now who cares. He watches as you make your way over and then focuses his attention back to the two men. You find your groove to the music and work your way over to the girl and start to strike up a conversation with her as you dance.

“Hey! I like your moves.” You smile at her, starting off friendly.

“Thanks, you got some good ones too. And your dress is very pretty.” She smiles back. “Not from around here are you?” “No. I’m here for the bridal convention with my fiancee.” You nod your head over to Jack sitting at the table, sipping at his drink.

As she turns her head to look in his direction, you quickly drop some poison provided to you and Whiskey both by the agency into her drink. She seems so nice and you hate to do it to her but she is working for the enemy and you need to weed them all out one by one no matter the means.

“Well congrats girl.” She smiles back. “Welcome to town. Hope the planning is going well.”

“Thank you. What’s your name?” You ask, giving her yours.”

“I’m Nicole. Nice to meet you.” She smiles.

“Are you from around here?” You ask and start to delve into a conversation with her, getting to know her, slowly picking her brain and getting some useful information out of her that she slips up on about the culprit and other crew members.

Once you wrap up your conversation you make your way back over to Jack who has now moved himself over to the bar.

“Okay. Got some information out of her and dropped the poison in. Did you get any information from the guys?” You ask.

“Yup. We can compare notes when we get back to the room.” He says, sipping his new glass of whiskey the bartender hands him.

He slides another margarita over to you as well, having ordered one for you in your absence for when you return. You smile and nod in a way to thank him for it but as you start to sip on it you realize the mistake you made. You can already feel the last one you downed far too quickly hitting you, this one is surely to knock you off your feet. But, you shake it off and continue to sip on it as Jack does his.

“We can probably head out of here whenever you are ready. The poison will kick into them within an hour. No more action needed to be done to them and between the both of us we probably got more than enough information until we come across their boss or other crew members.” He says.

As he says this you really feel the alcohol kicking into your system. Your sensibility going out the door as the buzzed feeling takes over you.

“Jack, I wanna dance.” You state.

“Okay? So then go dance. Ain’t nothing stoppin’ ya. I said we can leave whenever you want to. If you want to stay and dance some go for it.” He says.

“No. I wanna dance with you.” You say smiling at him.

“Well now I’m not much of a dancer darlin’. I ain’t got no rhythm.”

You pout at him, and finish off the rest of your drink. You grab his hand and tug at him a bit, trying to get him to change his mind and budge off the stool. He sighs deeply and finally stands, giving into your needs.

“Fine fine. I’ll join ya. But don’t complain at how bad I am.” He chuckles, waving his hands at you.

You grab his hands and drag him to the dance floor, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying to the music. He places his hands on your hips and sways with you as best as he can. He doesn’t have much rhythm but he’s not as bad as he made himself sound out to be. You two sway and dance to the music for a while until you start to feel sick. Man you knew you were a lightweight but you didn’t know it was this bad. How strong were those margaritas?! You stop dancing and look up at Jack.

“I feel sick. Can we go?” You pout.

“Certainly. Going to be okay to make it the short walk back?” He asks.

You make your way back to the hotel and as soon as you get back you crash onto the bed and pass out. Whatever was in the drink was strong and was killing your head. Taglist: @sarahjkl82-blog @ickleronniekinsemotionalrange @blackberries45 @hailmary-yramliah @prideandpascal

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crankywhenprovoked · 4 years

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Kinktober 2020. Day 11. Prostitution. Lomus.

All of these stories have been done well in advance, as such means I will NOT be accepting any ship requests, thank you for understanding.

Notes: Human au (And might have been inspired by the pictures of the sides in workout gear)

The foot steps on the pavement came to a slow patter before they stopped completely, Logan’s breath coming in soft huffs. Lifting his arm up with his watch, he waited until the second hand was at 12 before finding his pulse and counting. As he was counting the beats of his heart, he could see someone out of his peripherals, ignoring the movement.

“Hello handsome.”

Ah, there it was.

“Hey, it’s not polite to ignore someone talking to you.”

Noting the number of heartbeats in his mind, Logan finally looked at the male talking to him, rolling his eyes a little.

“Can I help you?” Logan asked, crossing his arms.

“No, but I can totally help you, hot stuff.”

Logan rolled his eyes again, watching the male come closer to him, today wearing low cut and ripped up, black pants, and a green tank top. This wasn’t the first time Logan had seen him, often coming into the part when the other was leaving. Once even seeing him on his knees barely hidden behind a tree and completing his ‘business’.

“Not interested.”

“Oh come on, I see how you look at me.”

“Have a good day.” Logan said, turning towards the exit.

“How about I make you a bet.”

Freezing in his tracks, Logan told himself to just leave, to ignore the obvious teasing and the bait to get him to stay. On the other hand he was too curious for his own good, making him turn around again, swallowing hard at the look he was getting.

“And what would that be?”

“A little numbers game.” The male smirked.

“A numbers game?”

“Mmhmm. You have tracked what your pulse was after that nice hard run, yea?”

“Of course.” Logan said, shifting his weight, trying to ignore how the other licked his lips.

“So here’s the bet. You press those lovely fingers back to your neck and start counting again as I walk up to you. That easy, huh?”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. You count and I walk up, that’s it.”

“So how is this a bet?”

“See, the rest comes when you compare those two numbers.”

“Compare?” Logan tilted his head.

“Mhm, you compare them. And if just me coming close to you and the anticipation of me touching you makes your pulse race harder than your run. You have to let me service you.”

“You expect me to pay.” Logan started getting cut off as the other laughed.

“No no, not at all. No payment except being able to get down on my knees for the hottest male I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Remus, now you do. Now I’ve told you mine, you tell me yours.”

“Logan.”

“Logan, I like it. Now, Logan, what do you say?”

Logan opened and closed his mouth a few times, sputtering a little as the others smirk widened as the time went on. Looking up at the sky, Logan calculated how much time there would be before it got too light and people would start coming into the park. Letting out a small sigh, Logan looked at the male again before nodding.

“Fine, but if it’s not higher, then you leave me alone from now on.”

“Deal, only if you tell me the truth.”

“Deal.”

Nodding his head, Logan lifted his watch again, setting his fingers against his pulse waiting for the second hand. As it came around to the 12 again, Logan nodded at the other, signalling for him to start.

“Show time it is.”

Licking his lips, Remus trailed his fingers to the bottom of his tank top, sliding it slowly up his stomach as he stepped closer. Logan’s mouth went dry as Remus tossed the top towards the bench close to them, his thumbs tracing his nipple bars. Taking a few steps closer, Remus’s hands slid back down to the edge of his pants, pushing it ever so slightly down.

“How’s the pulse doing, big boy?” Remus smirked as he moved into Logan’s personal space, looking down at the watch with Logan.

Swallowing hard, Logan’s eyes flicked back up to Remus’s, mouth falling open as Remus leaned in closer to him. As their lips almost touched, Logan started to lean in, blinking as Remus suddenly pulled back.

“It’s been a minute.” He smirked.

Looking down at the watch, Logan cleared his throat, as Remus swayed his hips a little, giving Logan a smile.

“So, am I leaving you alone forever?”

Licking his lips, Logan wrapped his hand around the back of Remus’s neck, pulling him against him. Pressing their lips together, Logan groaned as Remus pulled their hips together, before leading him off the path. Leading him behind one of the larger trees, Remus pushed Logan against the bark, pressing kisses down his neck.

“Fuck.” Logan breathed, shivering as Remus’s hands slid under his shirt.

“Not today, I didn’t bring lube.” Remus smirked, sinking to his knees.

“That’s not, fuck.”

Logan groaned as Remus pressed kisses against his cock through his shorts, teasing the head as Remus reached into his back pocket. Sliding Logan’s pants down, his cock popped out, resting against Remus’ cheek as he pressed kisses to his hip. Fumbling with the condom, Remus got it open, sliding it down Logan’s cock, stroking him slowly.

“Ready, big boy?” Remus purred, wrapping his mouth around the head.

Sliding his fingers into Remus’s hair, Logan breathed out unevenly as Remus worked his mouth over him, taking him to the base. Logan was vaguely aware of the sky getting brighter, but Remus’s hot mouth around him was slowly starting to take away his reasoning. One of Remus’s arms wrapped around his waist, holding him still, his other hand coming up to fondle his balls.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Logan cursed, fingers holding tight to Remus’s hair, his legs shakin.

Looking up at Logan, Remus’s eyes sparkled as he started moving faster, wrapping his fingers around the base of Logan’s cock, jerking him as he sucked harder. Pressing his hand over his mouth, Logan tried to keep his noise down, not wanting to get caught or seen. Remus moving his hand faster was his downfall, Logan coming with a deep rumbling moan.

Logan did his best to get his breath back as Remus took care of the condom and pulled his pants back up. Standing up, Remus smirked at him, walking his fingers up Logan’s chest before backing up and heading back towards the path. Logan followed behind him, watching him pull his shirt on, eyes trailing to his cock hard in his jeans.

“So do you just go home and take care of your problem then?” Logan asked, as Remus fixed his hair.

“Normally I don’t get quite so worked up. But why do you ask, are you offering little ole me a bed to sleep in and a man to sleep with?”

“I mean, I did lie to just get a blow job. So in for a penny and all that. You coming?” Logan held out his hand.

“I’m a whore, I’m not dumb.” Remus nodded, taking his hand, letting Logan lead him out of the park.

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#not safe for sanders #lomus #kinktober2020

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the-terminal-archive · 3 years

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“I still can’t come up with a nickname for you!!!” “And yet, I don’t have to come up with one for you.” “Mmm, but it’s so much more fun to give someone a nickname! It’s like being a cool friend!”

The bridge seemed to stretch on further and further, yet also seemed to descend closer to the magma the longer they went along. Several thin paths stretched out, coated in quartz shards of just about every color one could imagine. “...Hey, Phantom?” “Hm?” “What kind of inclusions did you put to get such a bright blue???” “Ah, it’s blue…? Uh, I think it was called dumortierite. I was lucky that it was growing in some of the mines that I went to with some of the diamonds I looked after. It...hah, I’ve felt it growing for some time, does it like me that much?” “Well, you seem to have a lot of it?” “I hope one day it overtakes the quartz hosting it.” “...What do you mean?” “It has a maximum hardness of 8.5… And, sure, it hurts every few days as it grows, but...Perhaps I’ll stand a better chance against these beasts.” There was a smile on their face, though it twitched with some emotion Ametrine could not describe. “I don’t mean to sound so melancholy, forgive me. You...You’re quite the rarity of a gem… Yet you stay with those colored green? Dear, you could pass for one who bears a purple hue!” “I know, I know! I just… I have my reasons for being there! Well...reason. Savvy is the one that helped me be...this, y’know? It’s nice, but I’m also kind of an anomaly? I mean, that’s what they said.” “Not really an anomaly… You’d still be taken in by the purple ones, they’d classify you as one with the personality of an orange gem, perhaps even yellow with how your citrine is colored. That’s assuming your fingers are purple at the tips...yes?”

“...Yea, I guess... But either way, I’d rather stay with my best friend!!” “...Hm.” The blue and yellow quartz took a sharp left, nearly causing Ametrine to fall off kilter with a squeak. It would take a moment for them to catch back up.

The bridge they walked along was poorly supported, though there were a few back routes to other paths judging by where they were going. Ahead, there was a series of small caverns...they probably wouldn’t fit more than a few people. The closer they got, the more Phantom would begin to look around, as if remaining alert in case something happened.

“...What are you doing?” “I just need to be sure of something whenever I come here. We should be fine, thankfully.” Ametrine nodded, and then flinched when they heard the sound of crumbling rock. Nothing fell, not yet, but… Goodness, was this place unsteady! “Not to worry, it does that a lot. The rock beneath us is likely a bit less dense than us, but it can still hold its own well.” “I-If you’re sure!” They went back to smiling a second later as they came upon the caverns. Poking their head in one of them, they glanced at the striped rock encasing it, the taller pointing to a small red rock poking out of it. Well- it wasn’t even that small. Ametrine approached it, the form being of two hands, a couple other organs with that same red hue poking out. “This one is still forming, but it’s the most promising. A shame they’re a red one, but...what can you do, hm? Even if they won’t be highly looked upon, it’s alright.” “What even is this...rock? Looks like a garnet. Savvy would be interested in meeting them if so!” “And that, you would be correct. These gems are found close to diamonds, it only makes sense that one would show up here.” “...Huh...did...did Savvy-” “Oh, heavens, no. There’s only a few other gems that could possibly be here, anyhow… and… a green gem? There’s not enough chromium here for that.” “Chromi...chro...hmm…” “It’s fine if you can’t say it yourself! Just know it’s important in gem growth.” They got no response, watching as Ametrine went up to the forming being and holding one of its hands. They weren’t surprised the other was so affectionate- rather- that the hand they held curled its fingers around the hand holding it, its form seeming to relax a little as some blood seeped out.

“Well...I certainly haven’t seen one do that.” “Savvy says it’s a little something special I do besides moving magnets and stuff! They said something about being able to make the nervous systems of others reactive for a short while? I don’t really care about the specifics…” “Well, it seems to appreciate the gesture. Perhaps later, when it’s fully formed, I could bring you back here to meet whoever this turns out to be.” “Maybe, if I’m allowed to! Ummm...what are in the other two?” “Just some zircon, would you like to see it?” “Mhm! If it’s fine!!!” “Well, if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have asked! These two aren’t nearly as- ...ah?” The pause made the projected eyes look at where Phantom was looking, a look of concern upon their face taking root. A moment later, warnings started popping up, recognizing the familiar threat. “G-GET BACK!” They yelped, darting away and back onto the bridge from where they went. The other would do the same, but damn near fell off the side of the platform supporting them. They looked around, almost confused? Perhaps trying to pinpoint something? Before their gaze fell on the first instance of any noise being made, coming from yet another beast. This one had fewer limbs, yet still towered over them. Its eyes, as if made of glass, were shattered in places, and it too seemed to only look around wildly, trying to hear any further noise. “Zircon… a 7.5, oh dear.” Even the quiet mumbling caught the attention of this new entity, and its corroded voice rumbled with piqued appetite.

“Right, Ametrine, do you feel any signs of a headache?” “Yeah!” “I need you to suppress them.” “U-Uh!!! I don’t think that’s how it wo-” “Just trust me on this! They take advantage of the mind, akin to some other entities that exist! If you must, just run!” “N-No, I’m not leaving you! You could die!” “...Indeed I could… Fine! I suppose I could teach you what I said I would, even though this one is a bit...dangerous to teach with.” “W-Wait, HUH?” “Here, just take this! Things will be fine!” And, before they could process much, Ametrine had one of their daggers! What’s more is that they heard a crunching noise from the taller gem, though it was uncertain from what, exactly. “It’s simple, really! Follow me, once we get to its back, we will tear its limbs from its form!” “It’s that simple?!” They squeaked as they leapt to the side, narrowly dodging a swipe from the beast’s claws and then following the other quartz as they took off. “I told you to just trust me! These are made of diamond bits, what else must I say?”

Everything felt like a bit of a blur soon after, whether that was due to the beast trying to mess with them or their boots kicking into high gear, Ametrine knew not. All they could make out was the beast’s thrashing once the two were on its back. That, and a couple things related to the Phantom… other than a few scuffs on the cluster they had, they were also thrown off the back they were upon at one point. Seeing no other option, they took off a second limb from the monster and used it as a means to guide them down to Phantom. Helping them back up, they...they even dusted themself off, as if they knew they had just a little time to spare.

“Ah- goodness, this is a horrible idea…” “YOU THINK????” “Wait…” They murmured, perking up a little. “...The bridge…” “Wh-What?” “We may have run into a bit of luck. Come along, little one!” They picked up the silver-plated gem, who made a noise of surprise. “Wh-What are you-?” “No worries! How good are you at landing on your feet?” “Not very good, why?” “I’m going to have to throw you.” “You WHAT!?” “Well, seeing as we’re already on the back of this zircon, I see no better means than to do this! Please forgive me!” Ametrine would have protested further, but there was nothing other than a quiet ‘Bon Voyage!’ As they were thrown. They could have sworn they saw a pale yellow shard thrown out as well, which was caught in the unhinged jaw of the Zircon, who willingly devoured such. Phantom waited in silence on its back until a loud hiss was heard, then started moving again, up to its head. As its movements started becoming erratic, they could hear small cracking noises. Please, let them carry themself far enough! There were several stumbles on the slippery skin, coated in bright red blood, though they managed to make it to the apex of the beast as it slammed itself onto the bridge. Such an action would cause it to break under the pressure, the quartz managing to leap off and though they didn’t stick the landing, rolling right next to Ametrine was better than landing on them. Though, a moment later, Phantom would heave themself up, a hand reaching for their head. “Augh...Never again will I make a decision such as this…” “You better not!!! That was the worst fear I’ve had in...uh...ten minutes!” “Mhm, right...ugh…” Perhaps the Zircon’s suffering in the magma below caused them a worse headache than they thought. “Mmm, I need a rest, teaching you things can wait a little.” Though, at least they still managed to grab the daggers that were theirs before Ametrine could notice or look up. However, when they did, their visor flickered a little as they adjusted to the adrenaline calming down, and-- “U-Uh, you’re bleeding…” “I sure am. It was just one of the yellow points, i-it’ll be fine.” “...Does it hurt?” “My entire head hurts….” “Right, right!! Uh!!! I can take you somewhere, hold on!!! I can take you somewhere to rest!” No response. They had only glanced away for a moment, but upon hearing the soft thud, looked over to see that the other had passed out. Oh… well! That wasn’t happening anytime soon! They also probably weren’t going to see that garnet anytime soon, either! … It was oddly silent in this cozy place! Hm...where were they going to take Phantom? They considered taking the tall one someplace safe, but...Oh, right… Tsavorite did want something taken care of. Perhaps they’d just have to cut this stay short. Bummer! And with that, they picked up the exhausted one, glancing at those small caverns once more before beginning to leave. Hopefully, nothing blocked their way as they made their exit from such a horrid scene- as they saw the mass of zircon bubble and froth as it struggled against inevitable death.

#cookie run au #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #crob #Ametrine #Phantom Quartz #prologue : the kimberlite mines

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perozoso · 4 years

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Cherries ~ [18+] Part 1

Pairing: Bakugou x OC (female character) x Kirishima (part 2)

Genre/warnings: Smut, Fluff (if you squint), Pro hero GZ at work

A/N: this my first time posting a smut please lemme know how you liked it (or not lol)

She scurried through the narrow, winding alleys, clutching her purse close to her body. She glanced back and saw the man fast approaching her. She suspected him following her ever since she got off the train. Her suspicions were confirmed as he kept following her even when she took a few sudden turns. And that is how she ended up in this alley, far from the main street, which turned out to be a dead end.

She pressed herself against the wall trying her best to blend into the dark shadows.

“You can’t hide from me now sweetheart”, he licked his lips at the sight of the woman backed up into the corner.

She crouched down covering her eyes and prayed with bated breath for someone to rescue her.

She felt her heart thump in her ears as she heard his footsteps approach her. She felt her consciousness slipping away but before she hit the ground she saw a bright light followed by an explosion.

She felt strong arms wrap around her as she was lifted off the ground. Her eyes fluttered open and saw a pair of crimson eyes staring back at her. Nuzzling closer to the warmth, she gave in to her exhaustion and she fell back asleep.

She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. Adjusting to the lack of light she looked around and observed that it was some sort of office. Stepping tenderly on the cold floor, she made her way to the desk near the floor-length window. She looked at the contents on the desk in an attempt to learn about the owner as her eyes caught on the nameplate. Lifting the glass slab in her hands she traced the name engraved with her fingertips, ‘ground zero’

...

Katsuki was on his usual patrol when he spotted a woman running on the other side of the street and a man following her. Knowing the situation a little too well, he rushed to follow them and thankfully made it in time before anything could happen.

He secured the low rate villain and handed him over to the local police. He turned his attention to the unconscious woman and tried to wake her up. Even if he was on duty, he was still a man and couldn’t help but be aware of her curves underneath her soft dress. He felt his heart tug as she nuzzled into his chest and decided that he had to take her to his office instead of the police station.

...

She swiftly turned around hearing the door lock click. She held her breath as she watched the blond saunter towards her. Nervous, she clenched the glass slab so hard her knuckles turned white.

He reached out and rubbed her fingers, easing the object out of her grasp.

“I am so sorry … I promise did not touch anything on your desk”, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think otherwise.

He chuckled softly as he put the object back, “its okay don’t worry about it.”

He shuffled across the room, unlocking his gauntlets.

“It was you who saved me?”

He smirked as he removed the rest of his support gear, “what do you think?”

She giggled softly. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight… I have no idea what would have happened..” she stared at the floor shuddering at the thought of that.

He moved to his coffee machine. “Take a seat miss-”

“Amara”

“Amara …” she shivered as her name rolled off his tongue. “Would you like some coffee, Amara?”

She took a seat on the couch and shook her head and hands furiously. “No no no I couldn’t impose on you like that.”

“It won’t be an imposition... I am making one for myself anyway”

He handed her a warm coffee mug and took a seat next to her, his observant eyes raking over her nervous form, inspecting her for any possible injuries.

“My little brother is a huge fan of yours you know” she laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Mhm”

“Yea!!! he is obsessed with collecting all of your merch and posters”

“What about you? Do you not like me?”

She bit her lip, pondering over the question. “I do ! … I do like you as well”, she answered blushing, avoiding his eyes.

He drummed his fingers on the coffee mug as he observed her erratic breathing, the rise, and fall of her chest, the way her skirt rode up to expose just enough of her thighs without giving away anything more precious.

She raised the cup to her lips to take a sip, instantly recoiling away from it, hissing in pain as the liquid burnt her taste buds.

She jumped as she felt some of the coffee fall on her bosom leaving behind a deep stain.

He sprung up and took away her coffee, “are you alright? … did you burn yourself?”

He rubbed her back in circles as she coughed and sputtered trying to nod back to him.

He held her against his body and guided her to the bathroom in the back of his office.

As a pro, he found having a shower in his office very convenient given how dirty he gets in some of the battles.

“It is alright...take a shower here if you like.”

She accepted his offer, bowing and apologizing to him frantically.

He shut the door as she stepped into the shower and went to fetch her his spare shirt and towel.

As he raised his hand to knock he heard some bottles knocking down.

Without realizing it, he opened the door and stepped in. “Amara?”

“NO !!!! please don’t come inside.”

He saw her silhouette behind the shower curtain, hugging herself.

“A little clumsy aren’t you?”

She chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry… but umm... may I use your shampoo?”

“Oh, yea sure go ahead. I brought you a towel and one of my spare shirts.”

“Thank you so much could you please leave those on the counter.”

“Sure” he smirked as he placed the fabrics on the sink and proceeded to seat himself on it as well.

He sat back unable to take his eyes off her silhouette knowing she’s bare naked... In his shower…

He felt his pants tighten as more lewd thoughts filled his head. He stroked his clothed erection looking at her perky breasts… even if it was just a shadow…unable to contain his groan.

“...ground zero ..?”

“Bakugou Katsuki”

She peeks out from behind the curtain “you’re not leaving?”

He flashes her a crooked smile and shakes his head.

Gasping at his reply, she put her hand out, “fine… at least give me the towel?”

He again replies by shaking his head, his scarlet orbs full of playfulness.

“Hey come on!!! Please give me the towel… I’m getting cold”

“Say my name”

“Ground zero please?”

“Not that one”

“Bakugou?”

“Nope?”

“Ka...katsuki-kun please !!!”

“Drop the honorifics sweetheart” he climbs down the counter and approaches her.

She trembles, part due to cold and part due to the male approaching her with a smirk glued on his face.

“Katsuki please would you give me the towel???”

He holds out the towel nearly within her reach.

“stop toying with me please” she whines as she stands on her tiptoes to grab it.

“Come and get it, sweetheart, it’s right here”

As she finally manages to secure her hand on it, he tugs at it causing her to stumble flush into his chest.

She struggles to get away from him and cover her decency with her hands. He wraps the towel around her body, pulling her into his arms.

He pokes his nose on her cheek and places a kiss on her jaw, drawing out a strangled moan from her.

She places her hands on his shoulders to support herself while she tries to stabilize herself.

But she’s denied any time for that as Bakugou scoops her in his arms and exits the bathroom.

He places her gently on the couch and wanders back to the coffee machine. Amara pulls the towel closer in a feeble attempt to shield herself from the cold.

He returns back with a mug in his hands and crouched down to her level. She presses her thighs closer together to conceal her exposed core. Her brief action caught by his vigilant eyes.

“Be careful this time. This should warm you up.”

He digs his elbow on the couch, resting his chin in his hand and watches her cautiously sip the liquid.

“I’m sorry...Katsuki”

“For ?”

“All the trouble I caused”

She fidgeted under his intense stare and tried flattening the towel to cover her exposed thighs. He grabbed her wrist, snapping her attention back to him. He took the empty mug from her hands, placing it on the nearby console.

“Then maybe you should make up for it yes?”

She felt his warm breath caress her skin before he pressed a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“Wha..what do you mean?”

He pressed his body between her legs, forcing them to spread to accommodate him. He placed his hands on either of her sides, caging her between the couch and his body.

He caught her surprised whimper in his kiss, his tongue demanding her to open up. His chest rumbled as he groaned at her for pulling back. Placing his hands on the small of her back, he pressed her closer to him.

As if to punish her, He bit on her lower lip, eliciting a breathless moan from her. He traced kisses from her jaw to the base of her neck, halting just before her cleavage.

She looked down at him with anticipation and instinctively arching her back towards him.

He pressed his lips on her chest and murmured, “you’ll be a good girl for me tonight… yes?”

The vibrations sent tingles all over her body.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, one hand tugging at his hair; she nodded silently.

Growling at her nonverbal reply, he nipped at her collar bone leaving a deep red bruise, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes”

“Yes?”, he squeezed her thigh with a bruising grip.

“ yes I will be a good girl for you tonight”

He grabs the towel with his teeth and yanks it open. He pulls away from her to savor the sight of her wet naked figure. He watches the water droplets fall from her hair, trailing down her chest and resting on her rosy nipples.

“Cherries...,” he murmured as his thumb and forefinger gently pinched the sensitive tip, earning shy whimpers from her. Her nipples felt like ripe berries rolling between his fingers, and suddenly he was overwhelmed by the need to taste her, to draw her nipple deep into his mouth.

He sucked the lithe skin of her breasts, making sure to leave his marks on her. He showered her body with kisses as he slid a finger between her pussy lips.

He holds her chin making her look at him as he presses the finger at her entrance. Dipping it in slightly, he strokes her slit and scoops her juices on his finger. He plunges the finger in her mouth before grabbing her in a deeper kiss, reveling in her sweet-salty flavor.

He lifted her leg above his shoulder as he settled between her legs. He pressed painful kisses on her inner thighs knowing they would be visible whenever she would wear skirts.

She mewled under his ministrations and curled her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer. She squirmed trying to get him to touch her where she needed it the most.

She felt his warm breath caress her leaking slit when he said, “you are an impatient little slut aren’t you? Beg for it kitten”

“Katsuki please…”, her words slurring in the frenzied state as he pressed his fingers on her clit.

He increased the assault on her sensitive spot and demanded, “please what sweetheart?”

“Katsuki please suck me… I need -”

She whined as he buried his head between her legs, lapping at her juices. He plunged his tongue in her heat, relishing the feeling of her walls clamping down on him. She threw her head back on the couch, her hands grabbing his hair as he ate her out hungrily.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the door being slammed shut.

“Well well well…. What do we have here?”

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugo fic

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The Fabric Between Us Ch.2

Warnings: Swearing, Combat, Mentions of Death, Fluff

“Buck, It’s time to get up” Steve groggily nudges his best friend, trying to wake him up so they can get going on the mission for today. Bucky, still half asleep, tries to hit at Steve.

“Fuck off, I wanna sleep” Bucky groans.

“Nope, gotta get up” Steve yanks the pillow from beneath his head and hits Bucky with it. Groaning in protest, Bucky lunges at Steve, tackling him to the ground.

“You’re such a dick, y’know that, right?” Bucky is straddling Steve, with a playful look in his eyes. Bucky quickly grabs the pillow that was used to hit him in the face and starts smacking Steve with it. Both of the large men start laughing and play fighting. Steve quickly gets a leg up on Bucky and starts tickling him, causing Bucky to thrash around on the tent floor.

“Alright! Alright! I surrender!” Bucky yells through his laughter. Steve lets up and rolls off of him, standing up.

“Alright, go get ready, meet us out there in five” and with that, Steve exits the tent, leaving Bucky panting on the floor.

Bucky loved Steve in every way imaginable, let that be his scrawny ass, or him as bulky, Captain America. He loved him no matter what, he was his best pal, but when they play fight, he gets butterflies in his stomach and it instantly takes him back to when they used to play fight in Steve’s apartment as kids.

Of course, he would have to let Steve win at times, but it would make the skinny blonde all angry because he never liked it when Bucky let him win, it made him feel smaller than he already did. No matter how much Bucky tried to persuade him that he did win on his own, he wasn’t taking it.

Bucky quickly pushes the thoughts out of his head before he has a bigger problem on his hands than just being late. He stands up and gets himself dressed. He picks up his weapon and heads out of the tent to meet the rest of the guys. He spots all the Howlies standing in a circle, but he doesn’t see Steve. A small bit of panic rises up, but pushes that down, knowing Steve can handle himself.

“Morning, boys. Where is Steve?” Bucky approaches them

“Phillips radioed and called him to his tent” Morita fills him in.

“Oh, is everything alright?” Bucky pushes the panic out of his voice

“Yea, just wanted to brief him, I guess” Gabe jumps in

Bucky nods his head to that and picks up the coffee cup that Dernier is handing him.

The men turn their heads to the sound of a jeep approaching. It comes to a stop and Steve hops out with Phillips in tow. Steve is extremely hard to miss with his uniform. All the men put down their cups and salute Phillips.

“At ease, men” Phillips calls out. All the Howlies drop their salutes and pick up their cups again. Bucky is incredibly curious to as what is going on.

“Boys, our mission has been cancelled for today” Steve begins and the men all smile finally happy to have a day off.

“But, we’re to train today on our rifles and PT” he continues, eliciting a groan from Dum-Dum. Looks like they aren’t getting a day off they all hoped for. Phillips turns back to his jeep and hops in. It quickly turns around and heads off.

“Of course on the one day we could’ve had a day off, we had to do fucking training” Dum-Dum mumbles harshly, loud enough that the rest of the Howlies can still hear what he said.

“What’s his problem? as long as we don’t have to go out and track down more goons, I’m happy to train” Dernier tries to have them look on the brighter side even though it doesn’t do much good since only Gabe, and Cap speak French. Bucky knows enough to bed a dame, but that's about it. Gabe was Dernier’s translator for the rest of the men.

“He said he’s just looking forward to the training as long as he gets a day off from chasing down Hydra goons” Gabe quickly translates, leaving out the part where he was chastising Dum-Dum.

“Alright guys, training is at 1200 hours. Get your shit and let’s go” Cap calls out, dismissing his men to go get their gear. Bucky walks up to Steve with a confused look on his face.

“What happened to the mission, Stevie?” Bucky asks, shouldering his rifle.

“I asked for a day off and this is the best I could do. We’ve been chasing Hydra men non-stop for a couple of weeks, I thought a break could do us good.” Steve explains to his best friend.

As he looks at Bucky’s face he could tell he was exhausted. Dark circles outlined his eyes, clearly identifying that he was beyond tired. He also had a scrape on his left cheek bone from getting into hand-to-hand with a Hydra agent. Bucky quickly took him down, but still got some bruises. His bright blue eyes were his most noticeable feature.

“Oh, thanks pal, it means a lot to us even if we seem a bit upset. We’re just tired, but hey, this means I get to wrestle you again.” Bucky smirks, earning a light punch to his shoulder from his best friend.

“Until the end of the line” Steve holds up his fist

“Until the end of the line” Bucky first bumps Steve. Saying until the end of the line was their way of saying “I love you”. It had been a thing since Steve was 13 and Bucky was 14.

“Sergeant Barnes and Captain Rogers, you’re up!” Falsworth calls out to the two best friends. They were all doing hand-to-hand combat training and now it was Steve and Bucky’s turn. Nobody but Bucky was willing to go up against Steve even if they all knew Steve wouldn’t put all his strength into it. Both the men took to the middle of the circle and shook hands quickly. Everyone knew they weren’t going to train in the traditional way, but more launch at each other and see who can pin who down.

“Go!” Calls out the Brit

Bucky and Steve began circling each other, jokingly lunging at each other to sike out the other until Steve goes for it and wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist, taking him to the ground. Bucky lands with a hard thud, but he kept going. Bucky manages to flip Steve on his back and he tries to pin him, but Steve is incredibly strong and quickly overpowers Bucky. All the men around the two guys wrestling are yelling and whistling, chanting either Rogers or Barnes.

Steve drowns out the chanting and it quickly took him back to being a kid and play fighting with Bucky. Now he actually has a chance to take down Bucky where as he used to never be able to win on his own. He had Bucky’s arms pinned down and he was straddling his hips, keeping him from moving, but he quickly realizes what position they are in and the butterflies kick in.

“Time!” Falsworth calls out. “The winner is, Captain Rogers!”

Steve rolls off of Bucky and lays down beside him. He looks over at Bucky and Bucky does the same. As soon as the two men meet eyes, the break out in a laughter, unable to control it. Bucky gets up first and offers a hand to Steve. Steve takes up the offer and lets Bucky help him up off the ground.

“Good fight, Barnes” Steve smiles

“Always a pleasure, Rogers” Bucky returns the smile and then joins the Howlies.

All the men sit around a fire that Morita got started up. They’re shooting the shit and trading stories from the day.

“Jesus H. Christ, I know why you’re the sniper for the Commando’s, Barnes” Dum-Dum praises Bucky.

“Thanks” He smiles at Dum-Dum. Bucky turns to Dernier and gestures to the bottle of whiskey being passed around. Dernier hands it to him and Bucky takes a swig. Everyone was sharing the bottle except Steve because he feels no need in drinking since he can’t even get drunk and why waste the booze.

“It was fun to kick your ass today, Buck” Steve chuckles and smirks at Bucky

“You did not! I just let you win for old times sake” Bucky shot back

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure I just kicked your ass”

“Mhm, sure” and with that Bucky took another swig and passed the bottle to Morita.

Steve looks at his watch and saw that it was getting pretty late. “Boys, it’s getting pretty late, we should dig in, who knows what’s in store for us tomorrow” Steve pushes himself up off the log he was sitting on and heads towards the tent him and Bucky share. He hears the rest of the men start towards their cots too. Steve steps into the tent and begins to take his gear off. Bucky steps into the tent and is greeted by the sight of Steve standing in his skivvies with his back towards Bucky.

Bucky can’t help but notice the muscle stretched across his large frame. It ripples everytime Steve moves and Bucky is enraptured with the way his best friend looks.

He pulls himself out of the trance that he was in and clears his throat “Stevie, just for the record, I totally would kick your ass in a fight, I was just tired today”

Steve snorts in response “sure”

Bucky walks up to Steve, drags a finger up a line of muscle on Steve’s back and watches the goosebumps form under his touch.

“What’s up Buck?” Steve turns to face his best guy

“N-nothing” Buck steps back and retreats quickly before he does something stupid. He gets out of his gear and into a shirt and his skivvies. He hears Steve’s cot groan in protest to his weight, alerting Bucky that he’s now in bed. He follows suit, slipping into his cot.

“G’night Stevie”

“G’night Buck”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #stucky #catfa

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Exceptions (2/2)

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Part 1

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, light angst/jealousy

Word Count: 2.8k

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There was some sort of shift after that night between you and Juice. He always hung around the bar when you worked, but lately he made a point to really check in with you throughout the night. Truthfully, you’d gotten used to it and it had become a part of what felt like your nightly routine, not that you would ever admit that to anyone. But his presence felt much more purposeful than before. You wondered if it was obvious just to you but Opie had pulled you aside at one point to check and make sure that Juice wasn’t bothering you at all, which confirmed your belief that it was more than a little obvious.

“I’ll tell him to leave you alone, you know,” his voice was rough but there was a hint of a smile on his face.

You laughed, shaking your head, “No, no. Don’t. It’s fine, Ope, really. He’s being…sweet.”

The amused grin on his face grew a little wider, “You feelin’ alright?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You actually don’t mind one of the guys hanging around you all the time? That…doesn’t sound right.”

You gave him a light, playful slap to the chest, “Shut up.”

He noticed the way that you weren’t meeting his eyes and he was eating up every second of it, “Want me to tell him to come over more?”

“Opie, I swear to god,” you tried to sound serious but you were too busy laughing, “if you don’t let this drop I’ll—”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, “I’ll stop. I’m just saying, though.”

“Mhm,” you gave him a shove, “Now get out from behind my bar.”

Opie laughed as he walked away to join the rest of the guys, pulling Lyla onto his lap once he sat down. He motioned for her to lean closer and even though you couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, you could tell by the way she flashed a quick smile over at you that he was talking to her about the exact thing he said that he’d drop. You knew that neither of them would stick their nose into it in a way that mattered, but you knew you were going to catch grief from them about it nonetheless.

You forced yourself to focus on your job. You mixed drinks and popped caps off of beer bottles as everyone came up and placed their orders. You hadn’t seen Juice for most of the night since he initially showed up and greeted you. You mentally kicked yourself for even noticing it, let along feeling some type of way about it. You didn’t know what exactly the feeling was, but it wasn’t good.

You were about to step outside to take a break for a couple minutes, asking the prospect to hold it together so you could try and catch your breath. However as you looked out over the expanse of the clubhouse you saw Juice sitting on one of the couches, with a girl from Cara Cara straddling his lap. Suddenly it made sense why you hadn’t seen him since he first got there.

He didn’t see you looking, and it was definitely better that way. You pushed down the feeling of disappointment as you grabbed a beer for yourself and made your way towards the door. You sat down on the picnic table, grateful that everyone was inside in the midst of the chaos so you had a couple minutes to yourself. The cool night air ripped through you, causing you to shiver, but you weren’t ready to go back in yet.

Once your beer was finished, you knew that you had to head back inside and finish off your shift. Running your hands down your face, you let out a deep sigh as you got up to head back into the mess. You tried to get your mind right, reminding yourself why you put distance between you and all of your patrons to begin with. You should’ve known better than to make exceptions to the rules, even if the exceptions had pleading brown eyes like Juice.

You got back behind the bar, dismissing the prospect with a good-natured smile, “Back into the wild with you,” you laughed as you gently nudged him out from behind the bar.

“You sure? I-I can still work. It’s really not—”

“Go,” you forced a laugh, “These guys put you through the wringer enough, you should get to enjoy some of the good stuff too. If I need you, I’ll yell.”

The end of his mouth kicked up into a smirk as he nodded, “Thanks. I’ll, I’ll be around.”

You silently shook your head as you watched him scamper off into the throws of the party. You took a few long, slow breaths as you collected up the bottles that had been tossed onto the surface of the bar, giving it a quick wipe-down despite the fact that it would be cluttered again within a matter of minutes.

When you turned back around to see if anyone was waiting to get a drink, you came face-to-face with Juice. He had the same cheery smile on his face that you were used to seeing on him, but you were still too busy beating yourself up to enjoy it. He immediately noticed the way that you wouldn’t meet his eyes and his smile dulled instantly.

“You good?”

You nodded, “Yea, all good. You?” you braced your hands against the bar, “Want a drink?”

He hadn’t heard you use a cold tone with him in a while, and it caught him off-guard, “N-no. I just…I came to see how you’re doing,”

“I’m good,” you nodded, busying yourself with the stacked glasses on your side of the counter.

“You sure?” you could feel that he was waiting for you to look at him.

“So sure,” you chuckled but it was hollow. You popped the tops off two beer bottles and slid them across to him, “Here. One for you and one for your friend,” you nodded towards the girl who had been in his lap, who was now sitting on the arm of the couch and leaning down to whisper something into Chibs’ ear.

He looked back and forth between the two of you, “She’s not—”

“I don’t need t—” you stopped yourself, “I don’t wanna know. Not my business.”

Before he had the chance to say anything else, you walked to the other end of the bar and made yourself look busy while doing a whole lot of nothing. You could do that for as long as it took him to walk away. He hung back and stared at you for a minute, but when he realized that you weren’t going to budge, he grabbed the bottles with a sigh and walked away.

As the night wore on, every now and then you’d feel Juice’s eyes on you. You knew that whatever problem was starting to brew there was one of your own creation. You were the one who was constantly telling the guys not to waste their time and when they decided to listen you let yourself get your feelings hurt. He didn’t do anything to deserve the cold shoulder that you were giving him, but you gave it anyway. It would only take a few shifts to get your mind right again and surely he would survive that without a problem.

“Hey,” Opie’s voice ripped you off your train of thought.

You looked over at him, forcing a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”

“You good?”

You nodded, “Yea, of course, why?”

“I’m used to Juice looking like a kicked puppy,” he chuckled quietly and shook his head, “It’s a new look on you though.”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut the fuck up.”

“What happened?”

“Not that it’s any of your business anyway,” you threw your rag down on the surface of the bar, “But nothing happened.”

“Mhm,” he nodded, lightly trailing his fingers through his beard as he waited for you to crack and say something more.

“Is there something in particular you would like, Opie?” you arched one eyebrow.

He shook his head, “Nope,” he rapped his knuckles against the bar top, “Just figured I’d check in on you. But if you’re alright then—”

“I am. Thank you.”

He knew better than to push his luck. If you really needed something he knew you’d ask. With a slight nod he walked away from the bar and you sighed as you watched him rejoin the rest of his crew. Running your hands down your face, you geared up to finish the rest of your shift. It was about the time that people started to disperse, and you wished that it was like the other bars you’d worked in where you could just start essentially kicking people out. But the clubhouse was more than just a bar—it was also home base for the MC and you didn’t get to kick them out of their own home.

You were sitting on a stool on the customer side of the bar, leaning back against it as you watched the crowd thin out. You’d lost track of Juice earlier in the night and it was probably for the best—he probably left with the girl you’d seen him with before

. And it was honestly better that way, or at least that’s what you were going to tell yourself.

“You want me to clean up tonight?” the prospect materialized in front of you, an expectant look on his face.

You smiled and shook your head, “I got it tonight, thank you though. Go home, get some rest.”

He didn’t wait around for you to possibly change your mind, quickly turning on his heel and making his way towards the door. You chuckled quietly to yourself and shook your head as you watched the door shut behind him as he left. After taking a couple minutes for the last of everyone to clear out, you stood up and set about getting things in order for the night. You shut the music off and started picking up the glasses and bottles that littered the tables throughout the clubhouse.

You were stacking dirty glasses into the dishwasher when you heard heavy footsteps making their way closer to you. You glanced back over your shoulder, expecting to see one of the guys coming out for one last beer to bring to their room or something of the sort, but instead you just saw Juice standing there, hands tucked into his pockets. He looked so different without his kutte on, just a plain white t-shirt with his cargo pants.

“Need something?” you asked without turning to face him.

“Was hoping you’d be in more of a mood to talk,” he stepped closer to the bar.

“About?”

“Did I, did I do something? Say something that upset you?”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before shaking your head, “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why won’t you make eye contact with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you still didn’t turn around as you poured soap into the dishwasher.

It only took him a couple strides to appear behind you. You weren’t looking at him but you could feel how close he was. It might’ve been in your head, but you could’ve sworn that you felt the heat radiating off of his body. He was more than close enough to reach out and touch you, to try and turn you to face him, but he didn’t.

“C’mon, talk to me,” his voice was quiet, nonconfrontational.

“There’s,” you shook your head, lifting and shutting the door to the dishwasher with more force than necessary, “there’s nothing to talk about. I told you—you didn’t do anything.”

You knew that you could only stand there with your back to him for so long before you had to turn and look him in the eye. Taking one more deep breath you ripped the band-aid off and faced him. His eyes desperately searched yours, looking for answers that you didn’t want to give him.

“What’s going on?”

You forced yourself not to break eye contact, “I told you, it’s nothing. Better not hang out here too long,” you nodded towards the hall that led to the dorms, “your friend will start wondering where you ran off to.”

“My fr—” he stopped, shaking his head, “I’m by myself back there,” he chuckled and gestured with his arm, “You’re more than welcome to go look for yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the liquor bottles and pouring yourself a drink in one of the few clean glasses that were left, “I’ll just take your word for it.”

“That what’s been bothering you all night? That I was talking with that girl from—”

“Looked like more than just talking,” your tone was more bitter than you wanted it to be.

He chuckled, not amused by the fact that you were hurt, but more out of shock that you even cared at all, “I didn’t think that it would be topping your list of concerns. You made it pretty fuckin’ clear that none of us should waste our time chasing after you.”

“I know,” you leaned forward, bracing yourself on the edge of the bar, “I know. That’s why this is so fucking stupid. I’ve got no right to feel like this.”

He stepped in closer, “Feel like what?”

You downed your drink and all but slammed the glass down on the bar top, “Jealous.”

His eyes grew wide. Deep down he thought that that was what was going on, but it was also difficult for him to picture you being jealous at all, let alone over him. He reached out and gently rested his hand on your shoulder, “There something you wanna talk about?”

“No. I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He couldn’t help but to smile at how stubborn you were being, “C’mon. We’re friends, right? Talk to me.”

“Juice, stop,” your tone was annoyed but you could feel the weight in your chest starting to lighten as he pestered you with a knowing smirk on his face.

“What’s going on? You don’t get to ignore me all night and then tell me you’re jeal—”

“I like you, alright?” you huffed, shaking your head and running your hands over your head, “I like you. And I know it’s dumb and goes against everything I’ve ever said to any of you guys. But you’re sweet and funny and cute and I didn’t think anything of it until I saw you with that girl all over you and I just,” you sighed, “Fuck.”

He gave you a second to get your thoughts in order, leaning his back against the bar next to you. You weren’t looking directly at him but you could see the smile on his face. He gently nudged you, “Hey,” he waited for you to look at him, “I like you too. And, for the record,” he smiled, “you don’t have to be so upset about liking me. I’m not that bad.”

It finally got a laugh out of you, “I never said that.”

“That what this has been all about tonight?” he motioned back and forth between the two of you, “Because of some random girl who wouldn’t leave me alone?”

“You didn’t seem to mind it, Juice,” you shot him a disbelieving look.

He chuckled, “I’m only human, alright?” he turned his body so it was facing yours, “But why didn’t you just say something? Because I mean, I’ve never been subtle. You’ve known how I feel.”

You felt your face heating up, “I know.”

“Then why—”

“Because I didn’t want to admit it,” you turned so that you were finally facing him head-on, “And I’m sorry for that. And…for the rest of it.”

There was a smirk on his face, “It’s alright.”

“Why are you still being so nice to me after I was such a dick to you?”

He laughed, a wave of bravery washed over him and he reached out to rest his hands on your hips, “You weren’t that much of a dick.”

“Well,” you couldn’t help but to laugh, “thank you for that.”

“C’mere,” he chuckled as he pulled you in close and hugged you. You let yourself lean into him and for the first time all night you felt your body relax. His warmth bled over onto you immediately as you loosely draped your arms around him.

You felt him kiss the edge of your forehead and you pulled back to look at him. It was evident in his eyes that he was trying to figure out if he pushed it too far. You smiled as you reached up and rested one hand on his cheek for a moment before pulling him down to you and pressing your lips to his. You felt his lips curl into a smile as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

When you finally pulled away to catch your breath, you could see the glint in Juice’s eyes, “What?”

He shook his head, smiling, “Nothing. Just, you should’ve done this way sooner.”

You laughed, playfully pushing against his chest, “Easy for you to say.”

He kissed you again, softly, “You wanna stay?”

You shook your head, “No way. I know what goes on back in those dorms,” you laughed for a moment, before continuing, “But, if you’re up for it, I will cash in on that lift home.”

His eyes lit up, “Yea?”

You nodded, “Yea,” you dropped your hands so your fingers interlocked with his as you tugged him towards the door, “C’mon.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #my writing #exceptions #part 2 #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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oracle-sisters-blog · 7 years

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Chapter 5

"TITAN!" Eren yells in an enraged panic. Everyone braces themselves. "Wait! It's alright! Don't panic!" Everyone stops and looks at Elizabeth with a slightly horrified confused expression on their faces. "The titans here on this island don't do harmful acts. They just roam, minding their own business. Some of them occasionally like to stop by and watch us to see what were up to, but that's just about it." "What?! Are you serious?!" Hanji's intrigued. Everyone else is confused. Levi conforms closer to her. "What do you mean?" He asks. She blushes by the sudden strength around her. "This island is a spiritual land mark. Both my country and Marley made a peace treaty for this holy ground. There is to be no wrong doings of any kind on this sacred island. The only thing that you could do here is hunt for food and if need be, to hunt for materials to make clothing. You're not allowed to hunt for sport, kill another person or disturb the land. So the titans here are very peaceful. Quite some time ago, a boat sent from Marley to go to Paradis shipwrecked off of the shores of this island. That ship contained the titans that are here today. So in a way, the titans on this ground are dormant. They have become the protectors of this land. If there is a threat to this island, they will strike."

Everyone including Levi and Mikasa widened their eyes in shock. "That's awesome!" Hanji squeals in excitement. "So the titans know where they are and what they should and shouldn't do here. They ~" Hanji rambles on about her theory's on the titans. Everyone ignores her as she has her moment. They start to converse with each other. "So we're defiantly not yet at Marley." Armin comments. Elizabeth overhears the conversation that the others are having. Before she's able to add anything to their topic, Levi leans in to her neck. "That's what I thought." He says. She blushes. "Pardon?" She asks. He looks at her. "You smell of tea and lavender." "And?" Levi looks away. "What am I doing? I'm not Mike! I swear, if that dog man's habits have past to me… It's as if I can't control myself around her." He thinks to himself. "Tsk. It's nothing." Elizabeth turns around as far as she can in order to give him a "really" stare. He looks back at her. "I just like it, okay. Now turn around brat."

His body tenses up slightly and Elizabeth can feel that. She wants to relax him. "I'll make you some of my lavender tea shampoo and conditioner when we get home." She tells him. His body relaxes again. "You make it?" "Mhm. I'll show you how if you wish." Levi looks at her. "You're a woman of many secrets and talents." She giggles. "You don't know the half of it." She thinks to herself. "Is that the only sent that you make?" He asks her. "No. I make rose petal vanilla and forget me not passion." "Passion?" His arms tighten around her as if to constrain her from moving away from him. She blushes again, but he's unable to see that. "Yes, passion fruit." She responds. "Ah. I see." His arms relax. "So when will we get to your place? Are we almost their?" Jean asks impatiently. "Were about 30 minutes away." She assures him.

Just then, Elizabeth jolts slightly and Levi feels her do so. Her grip tightens around the saddles horn. "What is it?" Levi asks. Her body language completely changes. She growls under her breath and stops the horse directly under a tree limb. "Eliz~" He's cut off by her pulling herself off of the horse and into the tree above them. "Elizabeth, what are you doing?" He looks at her, waiting for a response. "What's going on?" Hanji asks while coming over to them. "She moved so swiftly." Levi thinks to himself. "There are hunters here." She finally lets out a response. Her voice was completely taken over with pure rage. "Elizabeth, what's happening?" Armin comes over concerned. "Do not fallow me. Too many people well draw to much attention." With that she lunges from tree limb to tree limb from tree to tree. "Holy shit! She doesn't even need the 3DM gear. The little spider monkey." Hanji says in both shock and humor.

"Stay here. I'm going with her." Levi shoots off of his horse and follows in pursuit after her using his 3DM gear. "Captain! Wait, she said to ~" Eren's cut off by Mikasa. "Eren, let him go. Have you not noticed it? He acts differently with her." Eren looks at her in confusion. "Good God, you dumb idiot! You have no understanding of any of this kind of stuff, do you?" Jean makes a snotty remark on Eren's cluelessness. Mikasa glares at him and Jean backs off. "Well, what do we do now?" Eren asks. "We're just going to have to wait here." Hanji tells them. "I wander what that was all about?" Armin questions. "Whatever it was, had her on high alert." Hanji says. "She said something about hunters." Mikasa adds in. "Well these hunters sure did piss her off. Did you see that look in her eyes? They were just as horrifying as the captains." Jeans comments.

Levi loses sight of Elizabeth. "Shit." He stops and props himself on a tree limb to better scan the area around him. "She's so agile." He thinks to himself. "There!" He spots her about 20 trees away from him. He yet again follows in pursuit. On his way over to where she is, he hears gun shots being fired in her area. "No!" He yells in his head. He reaches where she is to find her through herself out of the tree that she was in and lands straight onto a man, bring him down to the ground. With a swift move of her arms, she snaps the man's neck, killing him right on the spot. Levi's in shock of what he just witnessed. He then sees a man out of the corner of his eye, running towards her. She pounces from the now broken body and runs at full speed towards the man. He begins to fire his gun at her, but she manages to doge all of the flying bullets.

Levi watches from his secret look out in the tree. He can't bring himself to move, he's completely stunned by her movements. She just draws him in with her unbelievably powerful strides and attacks. Elizabeth pulls out her dagger and kneels down under the man the moment she reaches him. In a split second, she lunges up and stabs him in the stomach. She drags the dagger upwards, from his gut to his neck, causing vital organs to spill out. Levi's in utter shock by her ease of the situation. Yet another man begins to shoot at her, only this time a bullet hits her, shooting her upper left arm. Levi has no time to react before she grabs the one man's body using it as a shield. Still able to run at full speed with another person's body weight throws the third man off guard. "You little bitch!" He yells angrily at her.

When close enough, she throws the man's body at him. Elizabeth jumps high into the air above the two them. He shoots at her, grazing her cheek with a bullet. She lands on his shoulders and twists her body, snapping his neck completely backwards. She swiftly grabs the bag from off of his back. The man's body goes limp and begins to collapse under her. This causes Elizabeth to slightly tumble off of him in mid fall. She's now on the ground, cradling the bag in her arms. Levi shoots out of the tree and comes to her aid. "Elizabeth!" He thinks that she's severally hurt, by the way that she's postured. He kneels down beside her, and pulls her to his lap. "I'm alright... I'm alright." She reassures him. With that, she looks down to the bag with concerned eyes. It begins to move and make whimpering noises. She sighs in relief. "What is it?" He asks.

Elizabeth opens the bag to reveal a white tiger cub, no older than 2 months. His eyes widen at the sight of it. "So you received a vision with those men taking this cub?" She cradles the cub in her arms, trying to comfort it. "That's not all." She tells him. She looks up towards a large bush. He looks towards the same direction to see the cub's decapitated mother lying on the ground. "They were killing for sport. There are more animals that they've hunted, but this is just the most recent of their kills. To add to it, this little one here was going to forced into becoming an arena fighter for their entertainment." She tells him. Levi looks at her. "So that's why you were bothered by this so much. You should have told me, I would have helped you." He says while holding onto her. She looks up at him and smiles. "Thank you, but this one just hit me close to home. This was something that I needed to handle on my own." "You got yourself hurt in the process. Therese no reason for you ~" He's cut off by her softly placing her hand on his cheek. "Levi… truly… Thank you for worrying about me." She tells him in a tender voice. His heart skips a beat. "Tsk… Yea."

The two of them stand up. Elizabeth's still holding the cub in her arms looking down at it with a loving face. Levi looks at her cheek. "Tsk." He grabs a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and gently begins to whip the blood away. "So what are you planning on doing with the cub?" He asks while tending to her cheek. She looks up at him and then back down to the cub. "She has no one anymore. No mother, no guardian, no one to raise her. She's way too young to take care of herself. So I'm going to fill in that roll. I'll become her mother." Levi's eyes widen. He's surprise by her. By the fact that she can be truly cold and bitter and then the very next moment be the most gentle and caring person he's ever met.

He looks down at the cub, whom is no more than an inch away from his chest. He gently massages the cub's ear. "Looks like your apart of the family now, little one." He says unconsciously. "What the fuck?! Why did I just say that?! I'm not a part of her family! Why the hell did I say that as if I were?!" He yells in his head. He looks up to see how she reacted to his comment. She hadn't noticed it seemed, she was too overwhelmed by the heartache that the tiger cub just went through. The three of them begin to hear the beating of hooves. "Levi! Elizabeth! What happened!?" Hanji cry's out. The squad came to find out what was happening. "We heard gunshots. What ~" Hanji stops mid sentience. She looks around to see all of the dead men and animals. "What happened here?" Eren asks.

Hanji gets down from her horse and walks over to the two of them. She finally realizes that Elizabeth's holding a tiger cub. "Oh my God! What a cutie!" She's about to have a minor spaz attack when she sees Elizabeth's arm. *Gasp!* "Elizabeth! You've been shot!" Both Elizabeth and Levi had somewhat forgotten that detail. "Oh… Your right." Elizabeth responds while looking at her wound. Hanji's dumbfounded by the fact that she's so calm and casual about her arm. "Is this like an every week occurrence or some shit?" Hanji thinks to herself. "Here, let me hold her." Levi tells Elizabeth while holding out his arms. She gently hands him the cub and the cub slightly whimpers due to not being held by her savory any longer. "Shhh… It's alright precious. He'll take good care of you, I promise." She reassures the cub. The cub calms down and a moment later, slightly nuzzles herself up to Levi. He warmly holds her and massages her head and back.

Hanji brings out the medical supplies and has Armin hold them for her. "Let's get this fixed up, shall we?" She brings out a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. "Oh... I got this. You don't need to do anything with those." Elizabeth tells her. She takes her jacket off and hands it to Eren. With that, she hovers her hand above the wound and closes her eyes. Everyone's confused by what she's doing. Then, they all begin to hear the sound of torn flesh moving. Elizabeth pulls her hand away from her arm while making a cup shape with her hand. She slightly moans and with that, the bullet floats out of the wound and into her hand. Everyone's in disbelief of what she just pulled off. "How did...?" Hanji's at a loss of words for the first time ever. "Now you may tend to it." She says while holding the bullet out to hand to her. Hanji holds out her hands to take it and just stares at the bullet within her grasp.

"I had no idea that telekinesis was that powerful." Armin says. "You remembered what it was called Armin?" Eren says sarcastically. "Neither did I. That was the first time I've ever done anything like that." Elizabeth tells them. "WHAT?!" Hanji's completely unhinged. "You've never done that before?!" She adds. Elizabeth looks at her. "Nope. I figured I might as well give it a try. I've been able to lift heavy items before, but I never thought that I was able to accomplish this. Besides, there was no way in hell that I was going to let you go digging around in my arm." She tells her. Eren laughs. "Yea, she goes a little crazy when it comes to that kind of stuff." He says. Hanji swings her head around to give him the evil eye. She turns back around to tend to Elizabeth.

Finally everyone comes back to what happened and why there are body's every where. Elizabeth explains to them everything. She tells them that she had flash visions of the hunters being here and what they were doing. Hanji finally starts to stitch her wound up. Levi's standing next to her so that she can love her cub up to keep her mind off of the pain. Elizabeth goes back to explaining what all had gone down. "I'm surprised Levi. You didn't help her?" Hanji snickers. "Tsk. She had it under control." He reply's annoyed. "I couldn't bring myself to move. I was too captivated by her movements and ease of everything." He says in his head, feeling disappointed in himself. Elizabeth flinches from Hanji stitching her arm up. She stops stitching. "What is it honey?" She asks. "Sorry, I've just never been a big fan of needles." Levi can finally see the slight nervousness in her face. He places a hand on her shoulder to comfort her in some form of way. She looks up at him from her arm and gives him a warm smile. Her smile causes him to blush ever so slightly. "You were doing so good before, what happened?" Hanji asks. "I guess the feeling came back to me. You hit a tender spot." She tells her. Hanji looks at her. "Oh! I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking. Of course your body went into shock. Now that it's been a little while, you're beginning to feel things again. We have numbing ointment, would you like some?" "Maybe after you finish. We'll see how tender it is once you're done."

Hanji finishes tending to Elizabeth's arm. "Well, what do you think? Want any numbing cream?" She asks her. Elizabeth moves her arm around and flexes it, when she does that, she slightly cringes. Levi and Mikasa are the only ones that caught on to her pain. "I should be fine." She tells Hanji. Before Levi could get a word out, Mikasa grabs the ointment and starts applying it to the wound. "You need it." Mikasa sternly says. Elizabeth looks up at her stoic expression. Mikasa only looks up to meet her gaze once while tending to her arm. "Even Levi and I would require some after receiving this deep of a wound." Mikasa adds. Levi and the others are shocked by Mikasa's actions towards Elizabeth. "She's got a point. You know, from the look of your wound, from what I was able to tell, that bullet almost reached your bone." Hanji tells her. She finishes applying the cream and while she's at it, she bandages her up as well. "Thanks." Elizabeth smiles lightly. Mikasa nods her head and walks away.

"How's it feeling?" Hanji asks. "Tsk. It's not some magic healing jell, four eye's. It doesn't work at super speed ether. It's going to take a little while to kick in." Levi annoyingly tells Hanji. Elizabeth giggles under her breath at how sassy Levi can be. Eren hands her, her jacket. "Shouldn't we get going?" Jean asks impatiently. "We need to dispose of the body's. If somebody comes here in search for them and finds there mangled bodies, that'll mean war on whoever killed them." Elizabeth tells them. "We all know that there the ones who started it, but the people of Marley don't know that and probably wouldn't even care." She says. "There so blood thirsty." She thinks to herself. "Besides, they don't even know that anyone lives here or the fact that my sister and I survived and I would like to keep it that way for as long as I can." She adds. "Alright, then let's go ahead and do that, shale we." Hanji replies.

They began to build a bonfire to burn the bodies when it hits Elizabeth that they're going to be late. No one wanted her to do any of the labor to make the fire, so Levi gave her the cub and she sat back and watched the preparations. She was loving up her tiger when she decided to contact her sister. "Hay Jazmine?" She waits for a brief moment. "Yea?" "We're running late. We came upon something that needed tending to, so we're working on that now. I'll explain everything in better detail when I get home." "What!?… Oh… Um, alright. Did anything happen to you, is everything okay?" Jazmine responds worriedly. Elizabeth sighs. "Only something minor. Don't freak out on me when I get back. I'm not in the mood to bicker today. Again, I'll explain everything when we arrive. Besides, it's a conversation that you'll need to hear in person." Elizabeth tells her. Jazmine doesn't respond. "Trust me?" "Yea, I trust you." "Good. I'll see you eventually." "Yea, yea… Oh hey! I got us four pumpkins and a lot of berries. I already rinsed them off for you, so now you only need to figure out what you want to make with them." "Alright, sound good."

By the time that the sisters' conversation had ended, the scouts had created a big enough and hot enough fire that the bodies would burn to ash in the matter of an hour or so. Armin comes over to her. "Is there anything else that we need to do?" He asks her. "At some point in time we'll need to make their ship disappear. That way it'll look like a ship wreck or like they were lost at sea." She tells him. "Alright. I'll let them know." With that he walks back to the others. She sits there watching them converse with each other. Hanji must have made a joke, because she had made Armin and Jean laugh. Eren looked clueless and Mikasa's expression only darkened. Levi was staring at Elizabeth with deep thought written all over his face. When she locked eyes with him, he slightly flinched and went back to watching the fire.

Elizabeth was still sitting down on the large tree that had fallen down a couple of years ago. She was holding her cub in her arms when Levi walked over to her. "So what are you going to name her?" He asks while sitting down beside her. "I like the sound of Precious. When I said it earlier, it just kind of stuck in my mind." He looks at her and then down at the cub. "Precious, it is then." He pats the cubs head gently. Elizabeth looks down beside her at her jacket. She stares at the arm of it. The bullet had created a rather large hole. "I'll have to patch up my jacket when we get home." "I can do that for you." She turns to look at him. "I have no problem doing it. Besides, it's dirtied from your blood. It'll have to be cleaned before it can be patched up. I also know how to do that without ruining the leather." She looks at him with semi wide eyes and then giggles. "Thank you."

Levi looks at her, but then his gaze trails to something behind her. His eyes narrowed. Elizabeth turns to see what he's looking at. A titan had come by to watch all of them. "I told you that there blood lust was dormant. As a matter of fact, if the fire gets out of hand, it'll put it out." She says while looking at it. Hanji runs over to it jumping up and down screaming in excitement. "Dear God, she's a nut job." Levi comments on Hanji's behavior. "Those are the fun one's though." She says. Elizabeth turns to look at him and laughs slightly. He looks at her and ever so slightly blushes, it's so faint that it's not enough for her to notice it. She stands up with Precious in her arms and smiles at Levi. She then walks over to Armin. "How's the burning coming along?" She asks him. "Rather smoothly. About 15 more minutes and we should be done." He tells her.

Armin looks down at the cub and gives her a warm smile. "Would you like to pet her?" He looks back up at Elizabeth. "Can I?" He asks with excitement in his eyes. "Sure. She's calmed down quite a bit. She's warming up to everyone's presence." He begins to pet her and she closes her eyes in content with his brush strokes. "She's so soft." He says. Eren walks over to them. "It's finished." He tells them. They look up at him to signify that they had heard him. Elizabeth looks over to Levi. He stands up and walks over to her. "Hey four eyes, were getting ready to leave. Get your ass over here." He hollers to Hanji. They vanquish the fire within 20 minutes. When there sure that the fire is completely out, they gather their belongings and mount back onto their horses. Levi's slightly holding on to Elizabeth to insure that she's alright and able to balance herself with the cub in her arms. She's blushing due to him doing so.

Jazmine's out on the roof working on the chimney. She just finished cleaning it out and now she's securing the structure. She looks to her right out towards the field. Jazmine spots her sister and the others out in the distance. She watches them get closer and closer. She stands up when there close enough to fully see her. Jazmine waves at them "HEY!" They her Jazmine yell to them. They look up to the roof to see her waving her arm around like a crazy woman. She jumps off of the roof once everyone's in clear sight and waits for them to arrive. When they do, Elizabeth leads them to the stables. Everyone stars to unmounts there horses and secure them in the stables. Jazmine walks over to them while Elizabeth hands Levi the cub in order for her to get down properly. Jazmine see's the bandage around her sister's arm. "What happened?!" "I'll explain everything inside. We're all tired and as of the moment, I could go for some hot tea and I know Levi could as well."

The lot of them head inside, only venturing as far as the kitchen. The group rested and enjoyed there well-earned drinks. Elizabeth explained everything in full detail, just as she promised. "Tsk. Foal pigs." Jazmine says. "Excuse me?" Jean questions in defense of her phrase. "Not you, the hunters." She reassures him. "Oh..." He replies. After the long explanation, they finally introduce themselves to Jazmine. "Thanks for tending to my sister." She tells the scouts. With that, she feels that she can trust them because of all of the things that they've done for Elizabeth. "It was our pleasure." Hanji responds. Jazmine looks up at her in confusion. "Are you a chick or a dude?" She asks. Hanji's offended and everyone else laughs at the question. Even Levi and Mikasa sinker slightly. "I'm a woman!" Hanji says. "Oh okay. Just wanted to be sure."

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