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kairiscorner · 9 months

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hello po ate!! (　＾▽＾)

looking out the car window while it was raining made me think abt the request i'm making rn hehe

basically it's a miles x reader where they can't rlly see eachother that often these days bcs of the daily rain so they have to facecall or chat with eachother but one thing is that they're both touch starved for eachother atp (not in the weird way bcs ik some ppl think abt it the other way 😨) and it comes to a point where miles lit swings to reader's place to cuddle the second the news came out that the rain will stop for that day and they have a cuddle session ehehejdveje

(also !! plss take your time on this one cause i feel like ur alr starting school and i don't wanna be a bother 😕)

-sincerely, the 🧋 anon !!

HELLO 🧋 ANON 💖💖💖 wait that's super CUTE, also i got your follow-up message, ty for making it clearly luv (≧▽≦) OK I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i can't wait any longer. – miles 1610 x reader

it's been a whole week, and you have yet to see your boyfriend face-to-face. it's been pouring rain ceaselessly all over the city, and the weather forecasts say it might not let up anytime soon. though, you and miles stay connected through facetiming and texting all day throughout the week you two have been away from each other, simply communicating doesn't bring the whole feelings you two experience when speaking to each other face-to-face and being around each others' presence.

as you were working at your desk on the homework your teacher assigned, you got a text notification from miles himself. the message was the same as always: him expressing how much he missed you, with the addition of sad, crying kaomojis that just made his longing for you a bit more impactful and... pitiful, in a way; it seriously made you want to drop everything, put on your nearest rain coat, not even bother to don on your pair of boots and just run over to him, even if you'd slip on the way or get sick afterwards. but you knew you couldn't do that, reality had always opposed your desires, especially those desires of yours that you sincerely wished for with all your heart; the universe was truly cruel to the sweetest of hearts.

you were confused as to why he suddenly seemed so hurried to text you, like his thumb was slipping from across the keyboard. before you could decode in your mind what he meant, you heard a light tapping by your bedroom window. you turned your head, and upside down, facing you with wide lenses for eyes, was spider man—your boyfriend, miles morales.

you tried to cover your shock from his sudden arrival, but it was harder to do as miles casually waved at you and pointed down at the lock of your window—gesturing for you to unlock it so he could come in. you knew miles was spider man long ago, and he already admitted it to you a few weeks prior; though he had never come to your place personally as spider man, so just seeing him clad in the black and red accented suit is just... a little jarring, surprising, and fun to you all at once.

"babe!" miles exclaimed as he climbed onto your windowsill and gazed at you. he was sopping wet from the constant rain, and your floors were soaking up the rain drops falling on him, but he didn't care if he was wet or dry, all he cared about right now was just being here with you. you spoke to him a mile a minute, pointing out how wet he was, offering to get him a towel—but you couldn't go anywhere else since miles grabbed your wrist gently and tugged a little on you, practically begging you not to leave him yet, not when he's finally here with you now.

he got off your windowsill and wrapped you in a wet, soaked up hug, murmuring how he missed the warmth of you against him. "i can't believe it's been a week... man, i can't another week without you, it'd be like going a whole week without food, water, or air." he muttered as he held you closer. he pulled away from you and took off his mask, and underneath it, you could see his hair all droopy now from the rain water he soaked up; but his charming, brilliant smile and shining eyes full of love and adoration for you persisted.

you told miles you missed him, it was wonderful seeing him again, but you had to get him a towel to dry him off. you went over to your closet and handed him a clean towel for him to dry himself off. miles got a little embarrassed and nodded. "oh, right, right... sorry, babe, i, um... got a little too excited." he said with a chuckle as he dried his hair. you turned around, not facing him as he dried the rest of himself off; luckily, the hoodie he lent you was still with you, dry and clean. he donned the hoodie on and wrung his suit out from your window, the rain droplets it absorbed rejoining the rain droplets falling down on the roofs and pavements, pattering against windows on buildings left and right.

you made miles a cup of hot cocoa and made one for yourself, too. his had little marshmallows and extra sugar, just the way he liked them. you snuggled up with him as you wrapped a blanket around you two by your shoulders, the two of you getting warmed up by each others' body heat and the fluster you were both experiencing right then and there being in each others' presence after so long. miles chuckled as he looked at the mini marshmallows in his drink. "you remembered how to make my favorite, huh?" he asked you as you blew on your hot cocoa and smiled. "how could i not remember?" you asked him as miles smiled wider and kept chuckling in glee as he sipped on the hot cocoa you made him, with you leaning your head against his shoulder as you two drank up, relishing this moment where you two are just sitting together in comfortable, loving silence—being in each other's company after so, so long; with your free hand on top of his, clutching the back of his hand as miles smiled wider to himself as you held him closely to you, almost as if you were wordlessly telling him, 'i'm glad you came... and i really, really missed you, too'.

tags @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @onginlove @meowmoraless

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soralymystaken · 4 months

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My headcanons on the ninja’s favorite foods / diets because I am so normal about these characters.

Cole - Cake. I don’t think I have to explain this. It couldn’t be more canon lmao. If I had to pick a particular cake as his favorite, he’s definitely one of those people who adores chocolate lava cakes. I think that and red velvet are is favorites. I also feel like he has a very high spice tolerance.

Zane - In my headcanon, nindroid!zane does not need to eat, so he doesn’t really have a favorite food. For human!zane, I feel like he would have very expensive taste. I think my pick for his favorite would be lobster. No reason why, just my thoughts.

Jay - Jay was easily the hardest to pick. I faintly remember him saying he liked Chen’s Noodles, so I could pick something like ramen as his favorite food, but while I think that fits, I think all of the ninja really like Chen’s Noodles. The food that comes to find for me, although it has 0 basis in canon, is burritos. I feel like he loves the amount of food there is, the fact that it is “easy to eat,” and the fact that “there are so many different configurations that it’s practically a different food every time.” Oh, and dino nuggets. No explanation needed.

Nya - Nya loves sushi, and you can fight me on that fact. While this makes things kind of hard as Jay is kind of scared of the concept of eating raw food, Jay still will eat it with her and Nya is still obsessed. Also enjoys mac and cheese when no one is looking lol.

Kai - Okay, this section is gonna have a lot of angst and I’m not apologizing for that. Kai and Nya never had much to eat, but Kai always made sure Nya had food on the table. In fact, one year on Nya’s birthday, he surprised her with by going with her to get (albeit cheap) sushi. He claimed he felt sick, though, so he didn’t eat any. In reality, though, he had only saved enough for Nya, and seeing her happy was a million times better than the food itself. As for his personal taste, Kai isn’t very picky when it comes to food. Growing up, almost everything he ate was rice, as that was what was grown where he lived. This has led him to really disliking rice, due to its unsavory memories. One of Kai’s favorite foods, funny enough, is pizza. This is primarily due to, when Kai had some extra money and Nya was unfed, he would order himself a pizza as a treat. This basically never happened as Kai always felt guilty spending money on himself when it could have gone to Nya, but it’s led to pizza being very important to Kai now that he has enough money to afford it.

Lloyd - I have a lot of thoughts on Lloyd. Firstly, as proven by canon, Lloyd has a major sweet tooth. I wouldn’t give candy as his favorite food since I feel it is too broad, and I don’t have a specific candy to give him because he likes all candy equally. I also feel like he quite likes junk food. Similarly to Kai, Darkley’s didn’t have a ton of food options, so fast food was the cheapest and easiest option for Lloyd. However, unlike Kai, he still finds comforts in the foods he ate as a child. Finally, when I was drafting ideas for this post, for some reason I had Lloyd’s as green bean casserole, and I have no logical explanation for this, but I cant unsee it. My explanation I’m giving is, whenever there was a potluck/bring your own food type events, he always brought really bad green bean casserole just to annoy people and still has some fondness for it because of that. Oh, and dino nuggets for him too. Again, no explanation needed.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago headcanons

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apoorhuman · 1 year

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A burn out mc, had enough with everything, they're tired, they're sad, they need a hug and yet they can't bring them self to ask all of the loving people close to them, they want to cry to the brothers shoulders, they want to be hug tightly by the brothers, the angels, the prince, the butler, and yet their heart and brain said no, their body is refusing their own feelings, tired, exhausted, just want to stop and rest

Those less to them killing themselves, the brothers were devastated, everybody was grieving, but not as much as the brothers

They blamed themselves, why couldn't they stopped this from happening? Why couldn't they realised how their beloved mc was struggling and suffering in the inside? They could've prevent it, this preventable, but why? Why did they let this happen? The person that they cherished is now gone, they can't see them anymore, they can't hug them anymore, they can't talked with them anymore

Lucifer locked himself, piling up his work to forget the hurtful truth about his beloved mc

Mammon drown himself in gamble, piling up more and more debt to himself and working his ass off to pay it leading him to be less in home to avoid seeing the memory of him and mc made in there

Levi locked himself in his room, refusing to face the reality and now escaping to his own fictional world, putting all mc's game in a box that he kept in a secluded part of his room, leaving it untouched

Satan just stayed in his room that was now already torn because of his anger, his rage after their death, blaming himself more and more

Asmo just kept like usual, smiles and makes people charmed with his beauty, trying to cheer up his brothers, as he slowly crumbling more overtime by the truth about mc's tragic end, slowly and slowly losing his beautiful facade with him start having eyebags and messy hair

Beel rarely ate, as many foods reminds him of them, he tried to eat more so that he can stay in good shape and helped belphie, he can't be sick that will make mc sad, he can't be sick, he needs to be strong for them because that's always how they see him, but he's still weak because of all the guilt inside, blaming himself for failing to noticed mc's struggling

Belphie always to be asleep more, but under those looks he was suffering with the nonstop nightmare and horrible memory playing over and over in his mind, somebody must have hated him so much that they tortured him with those horrible memory playing on repeat, he blamed Himself and guilt always piling up in his heart

Mc was resting, after all of the tiring, exhausting time in their life they get to rest now, yet they still beside the brothers, looking out for them quietly

They finish Lucifer's work while he was asleep, or sometimes they makes Lucifer a sleep so that he can get some rest, putting some food and drinks in his table for him to eat while working when he's not looking, patting his head when he was asleep and saying assuring things that they're okay now

They put some Grimm's on the debt collectors under mammon name secretly, trying hard to make sure mammon didn't gamble too much by sabotaging most of the gamble machines, tucked him in while he's asleep and brushing his hair, and kiss his face to relieve him from the nightmares

Clean his room while he was asleep after gaming, covering him with blanket if he fell asleep while playing game, holds his hand while having a nightmare

Calmed Satan when his emotion start to take him over, place many books recommendations on his bed while he was asleep, sneak many cats to cheer him up, brush his hair and hold him while he was having nightmare

Assured him and saying many sweet words to comfort asmo while he was having nightmare so that he can enough sleep, caress his face and wipes his tear if he cried while he was sleeping

Placed many foods near beel's bed hoping he would eat it, sings a lullbaby while patting his head brushing his hair if he gets another nightmare, accompanying him every night, saying many things about that they're okay, that it's not his fault, that it's their choice to do that

Cover him with a blanket or tucked him in, sing lullbaby, cuddle him, asssuring that it's not his fault, it's not anybody's fault, tries to make his nightmare goes away and many

"Even if I was already gone but all of you are still my boys, sorry that I left you, but I will always be on all of you side, no matter what nobody can separate me from all of you"

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rainylana · 2 years

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bad day<3

i’m sad today so thus this was written lol

You knew it was because of your nightmare, but the entire day hadn’t been a good one for you. You couldn’t keep your mind to reality, and all day you kept catching yourself staring off into space, mind held captive back at the upside down. When you saw Eddie, you couldn’t help but bite back tears in remembrance of his injuries. You’d both long since healed from that night. Everyone had. But it was also okay to have bad days. It was what made you human.

It also didn’t help that it had been storming all day. You were late to work and hadn’t ate all day. Plus, you’d gotten no sleep. Eddie noticed too, the bags under your eyes darker than usual.

It was late that following night. Eddie was passed out asleep on the recliner in the living room, wearing grey sweats and a baggy t shirt with a beer stain on the collar. You stared tiredly at the tv screen playing wheel of fortune, your head resting against his knee, your own knees resting against his ankles tucked away.

You were so exhausted and desperately needed sleep, but you had a lump in the back of your throat that had been there since you woke up. You knew everything was okay. That Eddie was fine. But still, it was okay to cry over everything that had happened, right? Your eyes teared up against his leg, and you shivered slightly from the cold.

Tears were soon to slip freely down your face, glowing in different shades of color from the spinning wheel on the screen. You let out a muffled sob against the fabric of his clothing, eyes crinkled up around your lashes. Your heart ached and your stomach twisted into sickness, your fingers tightening their grip on the frayed carpet you sat on.

You were so tired that you were practically crying in your sleep, eyes fluttering closed with little whimpers falling past your pink lips. You didn’t even feel alarmed at the warm hand at your shoulder.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s voice cracked tiredly, and you heard the squeak of the recliner as he sat up from his sleeping position. “Hey, are you-” He stopped, mouth gaping slightly when he peaked down at you and saw your tearful face. You didn’t hide away. You were too tired.

“Baby, hey, what’s the matter?” He said softly in concern, pushing himself down to the floor so he could kneel beside you. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

He took your damp cheek in his palm, holding your face while the other went to your thigh, pulling your close. You didn’t even deny the fact, nor hide that you were crying like you normally did. You sniffled and took in the feeling of his hands, overwhelmed by a flush of ptsd from your nightmare. You let out a cry and leaned to put your forehead on his chest.

“What, baby?” He rubbed up and down your back. “Talk to me.”

You let out a small sob, your hand going to the scars on his stomach that were covered by his shirt and hovered over them. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Your voice had cracked into a million staticky waves. “I love you so much.”

His face faltered slightly before he squeezed you, sighing into your hair that was under his nose. He too, remembered that night at the mention of his survival. He shuddered at the thought, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “God, I love you.”

Sleep was crashing into you like a bullet train, and you whimpered as you pulled at his shirt. “I’m so tired. I just wanna sleep.”

His fingers combed at your hair before he licked his lips, lifting you slightly as he nodded toward the chair. “Come on.” He helped you stand and he guided you to lay beside him on the chair, pulling you practically atop of him as your feet hung off the end of the leather chair. He reached down to the floor and brought up the quilt blanket Nancy had made for the both of you, pulling it up around both your your shoulders. His arm hooked around you and your legs tangled together, chests pressed to one another’s and breathing began to match.

When it came to times like these, times where the upside down came back to haunt you, he decided it was usually best not to say anything. You knew he was okay. You knew he was alive and wasn’t going anywhere. You knew all of this, but he still understood that sometimes all you needed was a good cry. With sleep, however, he could help with.

You buried your face in his chest and cried softly from exhaustion and your own anxieties, Eddie’s lips on your forehead and hands rubbing up and down your body. “Try to sleep, honey.” He whispered into your ear. “I’ll protect you.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie thoughts #eddie the brave #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished

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1-800-dk · 2 years

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svt dealing with an overworked s/o

ft ot13

requested? yes

what's your favorite svt song btw? mines 2 minus 1

I despise tagging things so I fr went __ scenarios __ fluff 13 times 😭

seungcheol...

concerned leader cheol activated! he's literally in charge of 12 hooligans so he's seen his fair share of people overworking themselves; so if you were to overwork yourself he's making you rest immediately! he's a caregiver yall. he will take care of you and will make sure you receive so much rest! he doesn't care If you've got a 10 page essay to do he will do it himself to make sure you're not overworking.

jeonghan...

pretends to be annoyed at the fact that you've overworked yourself when in reality he's actually concerned. constantly checks to make sure you're okay and reminds you not to overwork yourself!

joshua...

gentlemen joshua! wants to know why you've not taken any breaks from your work, isn't afraid to tell you to forget working for a few hours because your health is more important than stressing out over some dumb paper you need to get finished. will make you some nice tea!

jun...

his love language is what? acts of service you're right! so when he notices you're overworked the first thing he does is run a nice warm scented bubble bath. will sooth you and remind you that it's okay to take breaks every now and then! :,] caregiver number 2 out of the grp

hoshi...

concerned albeit a bit dramatic but concerned! bc wdym his baby has overworked themselves?? why would you do that? he's getting you to rest one way or another. he doesn't care if he has to drag you to some space where you can lay down. you're resting!

wonwoo...

hes forcing you to stop everything you're doing in the moment to come lay down with him. under the false premise that he's tired and would really like some cuddles! even if he's not tired he knows you need rest and won't rest on your own so it's fine if he makes you believe he's the one who needs rest right?

woozi...

knows how important work is and how much you probably value getting things done on time but he also knows that sleep is inevitably more important at the moment and asks you to take a break with him because tbh he's starting to feel overworked too!

dokyeom...

can't fathom the thought of his s/o being sick, or overworked. he just can't. he actually gets upset because you just mean the world to him and how can he be sunshine deekay if his main reason for smiling so brightly everyday isn't feeling well :(( he will pout until you rest. please be prepared for the cuddles you will receive

mingyu...

golden retriever bf that's also another caregiver?? bestie he's doing everything he can to help you, he's gna make you a nice meal specifically and use it as an excuse to get you to take a break "hey baby I made a nice extravagant meal I can't eat it by myself please eat with me..." he's gna feel so proud of himself after

minghao...

will ask you to take a walk with him so you can get some fresh air! doesn't wanna see you overworked at all. he's torn between offering you some caffeine or forcing you to rest. logically he knows you need rest but he also knows how stressful it can feel pausing on something important. but then the boyfriend part in him is like nono you're definitely gonna go nap with me after this walk.

seungkwan...

even more dramatic than hoshi is I fear. he's out here acting like you're committing a crime by unintentionally overworking yourself. when is the last time you ate? drank water? pee'd for God's sake. he's got all these questions running through his head and won't hesitate to scold you for not looking after yourself!1! he's like haha please take care of yourself you're so sexy ahahaha

vernon...

concerned but chill about it. yall vern is so laid-back and chill you wouldn't be able to tell he's concerned at first glance. i don't know why but I'm getting this inkling that he would turn on music and offer to dance with you just to distract your mind from whatever it is you're working on! he wants you to feel well focused when working and isn't going to outright force you to stop working even if he knows you probably need to he will distract you though

chan...

hes conflicted; wants you to pause what you're doing to come eat and then nap with him but like vernon he's not gonna force you to do it! he thinks it should be your choice and doesn't wanna upset you by making you stop what you're doing. even if eating and sleeping is important and he knows they're both very important he's still so conflicted. and of course you catch onto that and so to save him from torturing himself with his thoughts you do go eat and nap with him which IN return makes for a smiley happy dino

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rsedits9420 · 1 year

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Ceilings pt 3

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Reader x Ethan Edwards

Reader x Mark Estapa

*Flashback from 7 months ago*

y/n’s pov

Today Mark instated on us going to some park close to campus. His exact words were,” Y/n you need to get out of bed, I feel like you might as well have morphed into it by now. Now, come on I’ll take you on a picnic. Oh! I’ll get us some subs to eat, but you can have my pickle. I hate those things.” He’s made it his goal to help me overcome the heartbreak Ethan gave me. He’s taking me bowling, skating, and even to a redwings game, just trying to cheer me up. I never knew Mark had this side in him. On the ice, he looks like a complete total asshole, but in reality, he's one of the nicest humans ever. I never would have known my ex’s best friend would later become mine. Mark says he still keeps in touch with Ethan, but that it's only ever so often.

That makes sense right, I mean it's the same thing he did to me. I guess the big leagues changed him.

“Why is it so cold? I thought you said it was going to be sunny?” I say to Mark. “Well, let me check the forecast.” He pulls out his phone and says,” Look, It says sunny and in the low 60s.” “Buddy that's for next week. Not today.” I say laughing. “Oh shit! Its the 5th? Well, then I’ve fucked up all of my classes for this week.” Somehow he always finds a way to make me happy. Even the week after me and Ethan broke up, Mark was there to put a smile on my face. He’s always been there.

After we ate our sandwiches, we’ve just been sitting and talking. He’s getting anxious about his career after college. I can tell it’s been taking a toll on him. He keeps getting too hard on himself for how he’s playing. I feel bad. He’s a great player, and yet he doesn’t realize it. We’ve been laying on the blanket he brought just kind of looking up at the sky. All of a sudden I feel a drop of water hit my forehead. “SHIT!” mark roars. “It got in my eye! It scared the shit out of me!” he continues. “You okay Estapa?” I ask. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. We should probably get going eh.” he says. “Can we stay a bit? I like this. It's calming.” I say back. “Oh okay. Sure.” He goes back to his position next to me. I turn onto my side and look at him. His hair has fallen in front of his face, and his beautiful eyes stare right back at me. I didn't realize how pretty this man was. He’s gorgeous. “You checking me out y/l/n?” he jokes. “ Ah, you wish Stops.” The rain picks up, but we don't move. We lay in science staring back at one another, just thinking. It's refreshing. The rain is washing away my problems, my insecurities, and worries. It's like a breath of fresh air.

Lovely to be sitting here with you You're kinda cute but it's raining harder My shoes are now full of water Lovely to be rained on with you It's kinda cute

We finally decided to get all of our stuff and leave before we got sick. While laying there with him, I realized something. Maybe the rain wasn't the fresh air I so desperately needed, no Mark was. He was my breath of fresh air, helping me with my feelings, my worries, and my problems. He was there. He didn't leave, he didn't complain. Was he what I’d so desperately needed all along? The 6’2 blonde scrappy hockey player was what helped me. Not the guy in New jersey my heart yearned for. No, it was Mark. He had done all of this for me. Not to get in my pant, but to just be there for me. No. It isn't right. I can't have feelings for Mark when I'm still not over Ethan. That's not fair to him. He’s too good for me. Especially when I'm like this. We drive back to the house. “Hey you okay?” He asks. “Yeah. I'm fine, just thinking.” I say back. “You know you can always talk to me right?” I nod. “I know. Thank you so much, Mark. I know I don’t show it, but I'm grateful for you helping me.” He reaches over the console and hugs me. “Anytime. I'm always is here. I promise you.” Those 3 simple words. Ethan had said them, yet he didn't follow through with them. I’ve seen this play out before. Multiple times actually. I don't think I have it in me to do it again. Maybe Mark is just a friend, and today my judgment was just clouded. Maybe just maybe.

And it feels like a movie I’ve seen before

Before

*End of flashback*

Mark’s Pov back in the lake house

The light in her eyes dimmed when he got here. After all of the work she did to get over him, she still never did. I feel like an asshole, because of how I feel about y/n. I shouldn’t feel this way, but it's hard to when she's so perfect. Seeing her upset again triggers something inside me. I go into protective mode. I won't let him hurt her again. I love Ethan. He was my best friend, but he left. When he left he forgot about all of us back in Michigan. For the first 6 months I tried calling and texting him, yet he would just blow me off. When I found out he wasn’t just doing it to me but also to his own girlfriend. I was pissed. He left, by choice, and left all of us without a care in his body. He didn't tries to reach out to y/n. For all, she knew he could have been sleeping with puck bunnies in Jersey. After Mackie found the photo of Ethan, Luke, and Jack all out at some club, my whole perspective on him changed. The photo contained Luke and Jack posing with some chick, while in the background Ethan had his tounge half way down another girl's throat. The photo was taken 2 days after the break-up. Luckily y/.n hadn’t found out about it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop blaming herself. She thinks the reason for him breaking up with her was that she wasn't good enough. God how I wish she could realize how wrong she is.

It’s hard to just accept that I can’t harbor my feelings for her. She doesn’t want me she wants him. No matter how hard I try, she’ll always want him. And he doesn’t even care. He sleeps with other girls, hasn’t talked to her in a year, and just doesn’t care. I care. Damit I care so much it pains me. Sitting across from her this morning in the living room, her face was different. She looked tired and drained. I have spent too much time bringing back her beautiful smile for him just to ruin it again. But there’s nothing more I can do. She wants him, not me. That day when it rained, I had so much weighing on me. My dad was pissed about my last game performance, and honestly so was I. We went to the park that day and just sat and talked. It was a calming experience for us both. I saw a different side of her that day, or so I thought. She didn’t act like I was just some friend, no she acted like I was more. Now looking back at it, I was wrong. The glimpse I saw, were what Eddy would see every day if he opened his eyes. It wasn’t real. She thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. I just had to get the fact through my head.

But it’s not real and you don’t exist

“Markyy!! Come on!! Me, Luke, and Quinn are all going surfing. Get your trunks on, so you can come with.” Y/n yells up at me from the downstairs bathroom. I get up and put on my swim trunks and go downstairs to met y/n and Luke at the dock. “Damit Stopsign, that was fast.” Luke jokes. “I was already planning on coming with y’all,” I say back. I take a good look at y/n she’s in a light pink one-piece with her hair in braids. She’s breathtaking. “Oh come on, let’s go! I want to do this before the sun sets.” She orders. We all get onto the boat and Quinn drives the boat away from the dock.

After about 15 minutes of just cruising, we stop and get y/n ready to wake surf. “Just put this on, and hold onto the handle and you’ll be fun. If you fall, just stick your arm up and I’ll come right back to pick you up.” Quinn tells her. She nods and gets behind the boat. She’s doing pretty well. It’s been almost 3 minutes and she’s not even struggling. All of a sudden we all hear a loud roar of a jet ski drift past. They look like they are coming straight to us when they make a sharp turn and drive right behind y/n. Oh shit. Their wake flows towards y/n, when the wake behind our boat collides with the wake from the jet ski, she loses control. “Y/N!” I scream. She hadn’t even saw it coming. She collided with the water and the only thing we heard was a loud bang. “Fuck, man! What the hell! Where is she?!” Luke yells. She hasn’t come back up. My impulses take control and I dive into the lake. As I swim towards where she was I see her life jacket. It had fallen off, and she hasn’t grabbed onto it. I take a huge breath and swim to the bottom. Luckily it wasn’t 30 ft deep, but just about 14 so I found her hand, and pulled her onto me. As we get back to the surface, Luke and Quinn are right there to help me pull her up onto the boat. “Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me?!” Luke shouts. I pull myself onto the boat, feeling a bit lightheaded, but that doesn’t matter. I have to make sure she’s okay. She seems to be groggy, not passed out. “W-what happened?” She whispers. “Shh hey. You just feel the wakeboard. You hit your head really hard, you probably have a concussion. I’ll take you to the hospital as soon as we get back okay.” I tell her. She smiles at me and lays back down.

When we get back, I carry her bridal style into the house. I place her on the couch while I go get my keys. “What the hell happened?!” Ethan yells. “She hit her head, Eddy, I got it man. I’m taking her to the hospital now.” I say back. “Let me come.I’ll go change right now.” He says. “Man, I'm leaving now. I’m not waiting on you.” I picked her up and put her in the back seat. “Marky-y my head hurts.” She slurs. “I know. I’ve got you. Just lay down, and try to sleep eh. I’ll wake you when we get to the hospital. She stays silent for the rest of the ride. When we get her we go straight to the emergency room.

After the doctor took a look at her, she knew it was a concussion. Apparently she had a small cut on her scalp so the doctor gave her some pain meds, and stitched her right up. “She just needs to stay off the technology, and in dimly lit rooms, for about 2 weeks. If she needs pain meds give her some Tylenol or ibuprofen. I help her sign out and were out of there. “Mark, thank you so much.” ,” You don't have to thank me. I glab Im doing it.” She puts her finger on my mouth to say,” No, not just this. But everything. Your being way to nice to me. I feel bad. Im no where as near as caring as you are. I’ve just no been able to get you out of my head Mark. Why do you do this? I dont deserve it.” She says. “Y/n look at me. You deserve everything in the world do you hear me. You perfect. Your so perfect that it makes me question myself. I cant even rap my head around why on earth you think you anything less than that.” I tell her. She starts to lean towards me. Are bodys are inches apart, and she then places her lips onto mine. She kisses me softy but yet so passionately. She pulls away from the kiss to say,” God-d Marl you dont know how long ive wanted to so that.” If only she knew I’ve probably wanted to do that for even longer than she has. If she’ll give me the chance, I’ll make us a movie she’s never seen before.

Pt 4 in progress

#hockey #michigan #michigan hockey #umich boys #umich wolverines #umich hockey #mark estapa #ethan edwards #mark estapa blurb #markestapafic #ethan edwards fic

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carni-val · 2 years

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Hello. I know you still aren't taking requests, and I don't expect you to do this now. Could you write something with Raymond Smith calming his f!s/o down from a breakdown/panic attack that was caused by exhaustion and stress? And him finding out that his s/o hasn't ate or drank much if anything due to the stress.

I just found out we have bedbugs and I haven't slept but maybe an hour in the last 48 hours, and also only managed to drink a yogurt smoothie. I could use some self indulgent Raymond headcanons or whatever you feel like. It probably sounds selfish but, I need a break from reality. Your writing gives me that.

I'm Tired [Raymond Smith]

pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader

summary: Ray takes care of you when things get to be a little too much.

warnings: Reader having a hard time, a breakdown/panic attack

author's note: Hello my dear. First of all, I'm so sorry that you're going through this. Bed bugs are hell on earth so I will take this request to try and help soften the blow of it all. I also have not written for this man in so long and I kind of miss him. I will try and get back to writing for him as soon as I can <3

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Raymond Smith Masterlist

You hadn't answered Ray's calls for the past hour and it had him worried sick.

He knew you had to have been home from work by now, but he hadn't heard back from you.

He left Mickey's as soon as he could and made his way to your apartment, knocking frantically on the door when he got there.

No answer.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He pulled out his keys, finding the copy to your apartment key hanging there before unlocking the door and making his way in.

After he'd confided in you about what he did for work, the two of you decided it'd be a good thing for him to have the spare key, incase anything happened.

He hoped he'd never have to use it, but it looked like today was the day.

Once he was in your apartment, he searched through the rooms, calling out your name, growing more panicked each time he was met with silence.

When he finally got to your room, he found you on your bed, face soaked with tears and chest heaving.

"Oh, love." Ray's heart would just sink.

You looked okay physically - you didn't seem hurt, the place didn't seem to have been broken into, but you weren't really okay.

He'd rush over to the bed and take you in his arms, holding you there and letting you cry on his shoulder - no questions asked.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this; he knew how overwhelming life could get and when it rained, it poured. But he was the best damn umbrella.

He didn't say a word, holding you tighter to him when you sobbed into his chest.

His ringed hand would reach up and smooth the hair on the back of your head, stroking your head gently and rhythmically, quietly shushing you and promising you that everything was okay - trying to remind himself of the same thing as he recovered from the fright you gave him - and if things weren't okay right now, then they would be.

He'd press kisses on top of your head and bare your weight, letting you rest.

"I'm so tired," you finally said once your crying calmed down.

Without another word, Ray lay down against your bed, you still cradled tightly in his arms and pressed against his chest.

It took you some time but you explained everything that had happened throughout your week; every single thing that fell through that just piled up and brought you to this point.

"And I can't even remember the last time I slept or ate anything," you sighed heavily.

This shifted a gear in Ray because this would absolutely not do and all of that was going to change right now.

He sat you up and pulled out a pair of your pyjamas from your dresser. It was barely six o'clock but tomorrow was Saturday so you could afford to lay in.

"You're going to rest here," he explained as he helped you get changed into your pyjamas. "And I'm gonna make you something to eat."

"Ray-" you begin to protest, not wanting him to leave your side.

"Just something quick, a sandwich maybe? And I'll be right back," he promised, helping you stand up as he exchanged your jeans for pyjama pants.

He was so gentle as he helped you into your pyjamas, holding onto your hand as you balanced on one foot to get the other foot into the pants.

He pulled the covers on your bed back and helped you lie down, propping up the pillows and fluffing them up before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Ray moved around your kitchen quickly, putting together everything he needed to make a nice, hearty sandwich for you. He also boiled some water for some tea, knowing it'd help you fall asleep.

Once the meal was all made, he brought it to you and sat in bed next to you.

He was patient, letting you continue to talk it all out if you wanted to, but if you didn't, he'd be there to distract you with tidbits about his day or even to just sit there in silence and keep you company as you ate a long overdue meal and sipped on some tea.

He took the empty plate from your lap and placed it on your nightstand before opening up his arms and letting you fall into them again.

He was close enough to press a kiss to your head, play with your hair, and run his fingers along your arms to help you fall asleep faster.

Once he heard your deep breathing, he let out a sigh of relief and popped off his glasses to join you in a your nap.

#raymond smith #raymond smith imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #the gentlemen #the gentlemen imagine

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shadowhuntresso · 2 years

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Stressfull days with a (demi) god

Rain x fem!Mortal!reader

Warning: 18+,smut

It was a normal, borring day in Outworld. You are working in a small buissnes to earn your money. You denied the money your boyfriend offered you, after all, you're royalty now your don't need to work. You can be lucky dating an (demi) god like rain, as he always says. Rain dosen't like the idea that his future queen his making her hands dirty. Your hands should be wrabbed in the most expensive and finest silk he can buy. It's actually pritty cute how he carries you on his hands. Like today, Rain noticed rather quickly how tense you were. Groaning the whole time and holding your back, this can't be healthy for an Mortal, he thinks. Even though Rain is not known for being a gentel or carring persona, he goes all in on you, expecally today. Lighting some candels and making the bed plus holding some massage oil ready he waits for you to arrive in your chared bedroom. ''hello my little cloud",Rain says and aproches you. You came just out of the shower, a fluffy towel is covering your devine body and hugs perfectly around your waist. You chuckle at the nickname and lean against him once he stood infront of you "hello Rain", you sight, his smell never fails to comfort you. Rain smells like blueberry (most likely his shampoo). You took a deep breath and hide your face against his neck. A chuckle escapes Rain and he pulls you in closer "May I touch your body love?", his voice sending chills down your spine you nod, this is going to be interesting. Rain rarely gets intimate with you due to him being very stressed. You took every oportunity you can get to get this man to ruin you, you are unhealthy addicted to his dick, even thinking about it makes your mouth water. Lost in thoughts you don't notice as he picks you up and lies you carefully down on the kingsized bed. The feeling of the fluffy pillows against your head and neck gets you back to reality. "What do you plan to do?", you asks, blushing a little as Rain starts to undress himself slowly "What do you wish me to do?", Rain raises amused an eyebrow, now standing just in his underwear infront of you and turning you on your stomach. "Just touch me please", you almost whisper, it was very clear to him how much you crave him right now. Taking the towel from your body and throwing it behind him, Rain runs hims hands up and down your back, sitting on your lower back. "I saw the look you just gave me, y/n", it almost sounded like a threat, is he pissed off? Was he not planing on taking you? Thoughts like these are drowing your brain and make you silent. Rains voice broke the silent as it apears close next to your ear "If you only would know what I'm planing on doing to you. Every other god would be ashamed on this",this was a promise and a threat. A promise that oh yes, tomorrow you need to call in sick, this (demi) god will defenetly ruin you and a threat that he feels very dominant today. This was too much temtaiton not to opey. Your mind wanted to test him, bringing him to his limits this wouldn't end good, you actually did this at the beginning of your intimacy. Rain chuckls and starts massaging your back with some fancy oil, it smelled really good, making your hormons going crazy, you're pritty sure Rain can smell the head inbetween your thights and he did. It made him crazy, he thought about the taste, god it was too long ago since he ate you out like a meal. Almost growling he cleared his throat, he dosen't allow you to know what effect you have on him, how would that look? Edinian (demi) god gets hard by an mortal so easly, this would get him teased not just by you, but by almost everyone. He can't resist you anymore by now, his dick is half hardend but his desire is burning, the way your skin is feeling under him makes him crazy.

Rain suddently stops and lays down next to you "let me taste you darling" almost out of breath he whispers, pulling you on his face. This is new, but not unpleasent, the way his tounge plays you and his hands grabbing and digging into the skin of your thights has you screaming. Rain is a very talented lover, secretly a natural pleaser, but of course no one knows. Moaning his name you came, hard on his tounge. "Where did that came from Rain?", you asks, panting and holding yourself against the headboard of the bed, your legs are shaking, he defently knows how to play your body. It was almost emberrasing how fast he can make you cum.

Knowing him you knew, this man was not done with you. Rain carefully placed you next to him and climes ontop of you, trapping you with his arms on the bed. No words are needed to know for the both of you what comes next. Freeing himself from his underwear he stroaks his dick a few times. You spread your legs, salvia and your own cum are running down from your entrance, this is a big turn on for him, either his cum or saliva or both running down your legs, marking you makes him proud and actually turns him on. Rain looks you in the eyes as he enters you, god he is big. The way he streches you makes you sigh in pleasure, he touches every spot inside you, it is addicting. Moving, Rain is feeling nothing but pleasure, he likes to say you are perfectly shaped inside for his dick. You two are moaning and touching each other. Silently praising his body you kisses his chest, running your hands over it and scratching his back. "God I...you...this feels so good Rain", you try to say, to form a normal sentence his hard with Rain now raming inside you, abusing your sweet spot with his dick. "You feel so amazing araound me" Rain whispers, trying to hold back a moan. Rain moves his upper body up, gripping the headboard of the bed and starts to roughly fuck you now. Panting and groaning he looks down at you. You can see his muscels tense with every deep thrusts he make, flexing and moving. This is when you now notice a familiar feeling inside you "shit...Rain I'm gonna cum", you warned him. That's when you look up into his face, this is was throws you over the egde. Eyes half closed, mouth a little partend, sweat forming on his forhead, pink cheeks and pants coming from his throat. Feeling you cuming he licks his lips, closes his eyes and chuckls "You can't resists me that I even make you cum by just looking at you", it amuses him how he turns you on just to cum himself deep inside you "fuck..", a rather loud moan escapes his lips and he holds still. His warm seed his filling you compleatly, running down to your ass. Rain lays next to you after taking himself out of you and pulls you close "I think I need to take you again in a few minutes", he chuckls. "And why is that?" you giggled not knowing what fate will take you. Turning you back around he pulls your ass against his pelvis and your upper body into the bed "I can't resist you".

#mk rain #mk11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat x reader

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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[ a father’s love ]

PARING: StepFather! Aizawa x StepDaughter! Reader

SYNOPSIS: Your stepfather took you in with open arms after the death of your mother. Depression gets the better of you and Shouta promises to take care of you. But just how far is he willing to go to see it through?

CW: yandere, pseudo-incest, mentions of stalkers, mentions of death, depression, mental health issues, pregnancy, noncon, somnophilia, bondage, daddy kink, praise kink, afab reader

AN: my first collab with the bnharem server!! the theme was roommates (i ran with the term loosely) read the other member’s takes here! mind the tags as usual and enjoy!! :)

The death of your mother shattered you. A freak accident with a villain attack had her crushed under rubble from a collapsed building. Your stepfather, Shouta, suggested that you move back home with him after her funeral. As tempting as the offer was, you were determined to make it through University and handle yourself like a big girl, an adult ready to take on the world. You had only moved out a few months before her death, independence calling to you after you received your college acceptance letter.

A few months and an eviction notice later, you crawled back to him, the only remnants of your family. Open arms enveloped you, bringing you solace and comfort in your dire time of need. You felt like a child, bundled up in his arms as you sobbed, screaming at the cruelty of the world. Depression hit you hard and deep, flunking you out of your classes and preventing the bills from being paid. You had no other alternative but to accept his offer.

“You time and space to grieve properly, kitty. The most logical thing to do is take a breather.”

Ah, kitty. He always knew that was your favorite nickname, calling you that ever since you were a little girl. He also always knew just what to say. Patting your thigh, he stood up and extended his hand to help you up as well.

“Let’s go step up your room. I'm sure you need a nap after that cry.”

He gave a wrinkly smile before disappearing down the hall.

Skeptical at first, you were unsure if it was the right move to return home. You needed time to figure out what you wanted, what you needed. A break from life would give you a chance to sort things out, right? And Shouta was more than prepared to use this opportunity to show you he would be all that you needed and more.

The man was nothing short of doting and generous. A shoulder to cry on, a good laugh, a friend, a father. He helped you piece your broken soul back together. Whenever he wasn’t patrolling, he was at home with you. When your depression seemed to drown you, Shouta was there to pull you out of the water. He made sure you ate, helped brush your hair when it was matted, and got you into clean clothes daily. It was the small things that he did for you that helped your demeanor change.

—

“Up and at ‘em, kitty. Breakfast is on the table.”

You grunted, burrowing deeper into your bedding. A chuckle reverberated in his throat as he rubbed your lower back soothingly.

“C’mon, I know you haven't been eating lately. Let's get some food in you. I made your favorite.”

—

But as time passed, his help could only do so much. Your mental health continued to dwindle, plummeting into the ground when her first anniversary passed.

—

Gentle strokes of a brush smoothed through your tangled hair. Shouta was kind enough to help you when your head got matted into a rat’s nest, being incredibly tender and gentle with you. Tears streamed down your face, broken hiccups and sobs bubbling from your chest. You were trying to hold it in, he could tell. A sweet kiss was placed on the back of your head as he enveloped you in a comforting embrace, letting his hands sip down to your hips to rub circles in.

“Let it out, kitty. I'm here for you.”

He was the only one that was.

—

The domestic dynamic the two of you fell into hardly felt like one of parent and child, but more as two lovers sharing a home they built together. The pair of you even adopted a new cat together in hopes of cheering you up. You can't say that you disliked it. It felt...nice to have your presence matter when it was a struggle even to be alive. Shouta always checked in on you; whether he sent you an update from work or shared a cat video. He really was the best father anyone could hope for, even when your depression got the worst of you.

Your depression started to manifest itself in many forms. Lately, you’d been having vicious nightmares, only to wake up with an unknown stickiness on your thighs. Recalling the night terrors was something that evaded you, but you knew you were being violated. Perhaps your body wet itself from the fear of the dream? It was the only logical answer you and Shouta could come up with. Depression sure had funny ways of physically manifesting itself. You thought that would be the end of it, putting the situation behind you.

It was until it started happening nightly. The nightmares only seemed to prolong themselves, worsening to the point where you could vividly dream of being assaulted. Your underwear was now soiled too, and it definitely wasn’t your doing. Fearing you had a stalker, Shouta installed brand new locks on your windows and doors, hoping to soothe you. He was a Pro-Hero, so he certainly had the means and know-how to protect you. It put you at some ease, but it continued to the point where your stepfather decided sleeping in the same room would help you feel safer.

It didn't.

The nightmares themselves only seemed to get worse, but Shouta was right there to comfort you as soon as you woke up shouting in a panic. He would take you into his arms and hold you until you fell back asleep. You felt like a child. But he didn't judge you.

After a month of strange behavior, the stress caused you to gain some weight. Visiting a doctor was your best bet to get an answer. He took you to your appointment, letting you hold onto his arm for comfort as his hand rested comfortably on your thigh. The two of you were mistaken for a couple by a nurse. What a strange, intimate relationship the pair of your tangled yourselves in.

The doctor ran some tests and had your blood drawn. The results were to be emailed to you in a few days. Shouta calmed your nerves with a tender kiss to the forehead, reassuring you that everything would work itself out.

The notification for the email came in a few days later while Shouta was at work and you were lounging in the living room. Patience was never your strong suit, so you took his laptop from the coffee table, only to open up to a camera feed. Coming from your room.

The blood in your veins ran cold as you looked into the memory drive of the feed. Maybe he set up a camera to see what was happening during your nightmares? That had to be it; how could you assume the worst of your sweet dad? The only saved footage to be found was him fucking himself deep inside of your sleeping body.

“I see the results are in.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice. He always had a habit of sneaking up on you.

“What-” You couldn’t find the words to describe your anger. “What the fuck is this!”

Disgust. Rage. Dispair.

Your only family left had turned against you.

“You were upset at the loss of your family, kitty. So I decided to give you a new one.”

He couldn't possibly mean…

“You’re pregnant.”

Bile rose to your throat as you gagged at the mere thought of his words. Pregnant? With your father’s child? His betrayal cut you more profoundly than your mother’s death ever could have. But it couldn't have made more sense—his touches, his comfort, sleeping in your room, the nightmares that plagued you.

“You’re sick!”

You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you continued to pummel insults and nasty spats at him. You lost your voice by the end of your rant, panting and heaving while sweat beaded your brow. He just stood there, taking everything in with a grain of salt.

“I understand, kitty. I really do. I should have been straightforward with my intentions.” He confessed.

The capture weapon around his neck snagged you the second you moved on the couch.

“Let daddy make it up to you. I'll make everything better for my pretty little kitty.”

It secured you to the sofa, keeping your legs spread and your hands behind your torso. On his knees in front of you, Shouta was ready to serve his apology with his tongue. Panties and sweatpants were ripped at the seams before being tossed aside.

He caressed your thigh with a delicate touch, pressing his lips to the other side. A kiss was pressed to your clit before long slow strokes of a hot tongue lavished it in attention. He kneaded your thighs gently all the while, humming as he began to alternate between licking and suckling on your sensitive nub.

Your head thrashed about in your binds as you shouted in protest.

“S-Stop it right now! Get off of me, dad!”

In a desperate plea, you hoped that hearing you call him dad would force him back into reality. Instead, he groaned and took a breath.

“Call me that again, kitty.”

A hot mouth sealed over your wet cunt as he dove his tongue between your folds while sucking with his lips. The pleasure was undeniable; his tongue was too experienced to ignore how his ministrations made you feel. Toes flexing and curling, you cried out of a mix of frustration, disgust, and humiliation as he continued to work at your dripping hole. This pig was getting off on the fact that he was fucking his daughter. It made your soul shatter all over again, the one he worked so hard to rebuild.

You continued to sob, moans now added to the mix, as he worked a finger inside of you. He made a curling motion after plunging in knuckle deep. A pleasured shout broke between your cries.

“I'll take it that’s your sweet spot, pretty girl? Good to know.”

He continued to abuse that spot, slowing down just a touch with his tongue to drag out the ride to the peak. Can't have you coming too fast, now can we? Your moans and whimpers spurred him on even more as he wiggled another finger inside you.

Removing his mouth, he focused on stretching and loosening up your tense body. You were lax when sleeping, so sliding in was a pinch with his size. But now he has to deal with you thrashing and struggling against his bonds. Disgust and pleasure churned together in your gut, feeling the incoming orgasm approaching hard and fast. Shouta felt you clench around his fingers and added a third, using his thumb to swipe your clit back and forth. With a final cry, you came on his fingers with a shout as your body convulsed in the capture weapon. You found what little peace you could in your short-lived post-nut clarity, taking a moment to breathe and center yourself.

Your father gave you no such chance to do so, immediately springing his cock free and rubbing the tip against your clit to gather your wetness. A chuckle sounded in his throat as he watched you twitch even more from the stimulation that was starting to border on being painful.

“Relax, kitty. Being tense won't do you any good.”

He slowly nudged his cock into your hole, groaning as he took his time bottoming out inside you. Praise spilled from his lips as he let you adjust, feeling your pussy clench tight around him. Good girl, good kitty. He shushed your sobs, smoothing the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumb. Murmurs of good girl and taking me so well slipped your senses. The pace he set was slow and deep, letting you feel every agonizing inch of his rather impressive dick.

Your flowing tears were kissed away as he proceeded to thrust faster and deeper. The sound of skin slapping against one another filled the room, even above your now weakened crying and whimpers. Sweat beaded on your brow plastered your hair to your forehead. His breath was warm against your cheek, his moans of pleasure so close to your ear forced you to stay in the moment.

Shouta swallowed your cute noises with a kiss, cupping and stroking your cheek with his right hand while his left pinned your hips down into the cushions. He did his best to stop your tears, pushing the hair off of your sweaty face. A few minutes passed filled with kisses, cries, and deep thrusts before he maneuvered you to be seated in his lap. Back pressed into the cushions, he lazily thrust up into you, hands grabbing your now bouncing ass. His thumb made its way back to your clit as he rubbed it in small circles, grinning at your cries of pleasure that you couldn't hold back. Dark brown eyes fluttered shut as he groaned and moaned proudly, increasing the speed of his thrusts as he felt himself getting closer and closer.

He usually lasted longer while you were sleeping; he does have quite a bit of stamina from his hero work. But something about seeing your flushed, torn face, hearing your whimpers and cries, he can't help but cum rather quickly for his own record. The pleasure was manifesting itself within you again, a second orgasm hitting you like a speeding truck as you gasped and choked for air at its intensity. Shouta was soon to follow, grunting and moaning loudly as he filled your cunt with his spend. He rode out both your orgasms, relishing in the silence between the two of you. It was better than hearing your broken, choked up wails.

It was wrong; he knew that. Breaking your trust, violating you, sabotaging your personal life, he couldn't help but be selfish with you. But he always knew what was best for you, always knew how to take care of you when you couldn't.

Foreheads pressed together, he caught your sagging body against him in a warm hug, stroking your hair when you started to sob uncontrollably.

“Let it out, kitty. I'm here for you.”

#yandere shouta aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #yandere x reader #yandere

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dollediary · 3 years

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Only If You Want To

sunghoon x jake + fem!reader

spin-off of shhh.

word count: 4.0k

overview: some violence but not really, some mxm scenes, face fucking, slight overstimulation

not completely proof read, so please don't mind any errors<3

with your hands delicately entangled in jake's hair as he ate you out, a sigh left your lips. you didn't know why you weren't enjoying yourself anymore. ever since that night of what you had thought was him giving you the best sex, and multiple orgasms you've ever had, you just weren't as into what he would normally do as before.

usually you could muster up a moan every now and then, or grind onto his face to give your clit some sort of friction/attention, but today you just couldn't be bothered. jake didn't notice at first, too indulged in lapping away at your juices to realize the silence around the two of you. but when he realized, it made him pause.

he got up, wiping his mouth to look at you with concerned eyes. "you okay, princess?" he asked, making you feel bad. you pouted and looked anywhere except for his eyes, the room suddenly looking more interesting to you. why'd he have to use your nickname now of all times? "what's wrong?"

you got up from your laying position, bringing your knees to your chest. "it doesn't feel good," you whispered, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes. big mistake. you could see his eyes searching yours for some kind of lies or playfulness in them, but they weren't there. he quickly had to realize you were serious.

"are you serious?" he asked, his words laced with hurt at the fact that he was failing to please you. you awkwardly nodded, wanting to cry at his reaction. he truly had no clue that he failed to get you off most times due to his extreme focus on himself. "fuck i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry. what can i do?"

"can't you just.... fuck me the way you did this morning?" you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to smile as you remembered what had happened in the dark of the morning. jake only furrowed his eyebrows at you, not understanding what the fuck you were asking from him.

"what?" jake shook his head, not fully comprehending what you had just said. there's no way this is actually happening. it's one thing to mistaken a wet dream for reality, but for you to mistaken his best friend for him to the point of sex is just unreal. "you're kidding me."

"what are you talking about?" he asked, making your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. did he forget how much of a moaning mess he had you? was your pleasure that unimportant to him? you tried to recall every moment from earlier that you could remember, and that's when it hit you.

sunghoon. it was sunghoon.

you felt tears begin to form in your eyes as you realized what had really happened, the concept of jake pleasing you in that way quickly shattered as reality set in. "oh my god. i had sex with sunghoon... i-i thought it was you-"

"i'm not.. i didn't know it was him! when i woke up it was dark and i thought you started eating me out and when i got too loud you shushed me so i thought- i thought you didn't want to wake him up," you could barely believe the words yourself as they fell out your mouth, but it was the honest truth. and you were so scared that he wouldn't believe you.

he was trying so hard not to believe you. his heart clenched with every word you said, feeling betrayed by both you and his best friend. he wanted to cry, searching for any kind of lies in your eyes, but there just wasn't any. it wasn't some sick prank you were playing, it wasn't lies you were spewing. it was true, you were being truthful.

you knew you'd eventually lose jake, but this was too much. and it's over something that's out of your control, you couldn't help but sob into your knees ashamedly. jake immediately met you at your side, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you to him as he placed a kiss on your head, rubbing your arm soothingly.

and he didnt know if it would've hurted more the other way around. he took a deep breath in, his heart softening as tears of guilt slipped from your own. you cursed yourself for not realizing it soon enough to stop him, being too caught up in the feeling to realize everything wrong with the situation.

now with that being said, the culprit behind this mess was probably relaxing in his room, not caring for the trouble he's caused your relationship with jake. jake could feel his blood boil, wondering how conceited sunghoon must've felt stealing a quick nut from his girlfriend. taking advantage of situations like the asshole jake had always found him to be.

"please don't cry, it's okay. i know you didn't mean it, it's not your fault, baby." he says all that, but deep down he's angry at you. apart of him believes it's too good to be true, that you slipped up and had to create some elaborate story to save yourself from him leaving you. the rest of him knew you didn't have it in you to ever put him through that pain, so he did was what best for the both of you and forgave you.

he'd always known that sunghoon wasn't a good person, but this time he went way too far. and he had let too much slide with the other in the name of friendship. this wasn't friendship anymore. he was tired of him doing whatever he pleased without concern for how it made others feel.

he was so deep in thought, so deep in anger, that he didn't realize how tight his grip had gotten on your shoulder until you winced under his touch, breaking the angry trance he was in. he quickly mumbled an apology, using his thumb to rub the spots he had hurt while he took a deep breath trying to collect the rest of his thoughts. "i'm gonna kill him," he breathed out in a seemingly nonchalant tone. "yeah. i'm gonna kill him."

jake scanned the room, making sure the environment would be safe enough if a fight broke out. once he confirmed it was, he bit his bottom lip getting ready to confront his friend. "sunghoon," he said, trying his best to sound calm. sunghoon turned to look at the boy, putting on a smile.

he didn't even allow for you to respond to him as he got up walking to sunghoon's room quietly. he took a deep breath, in a weak attempt to control himself, before opening the door to walk in. seeing sunghoon laying on his bed, watching tv made his blood boil. how dare he be so comfortable in here while you were breaking down in the other room because of him? it took everything in his power to stand in place after he closed the door behind him.

"wassup man," he sat up on his bed, turning his body toward jake, giving him his full attention. he knew what he was most likely in here for, otherwise jake would be in his room, having sex with you. he was nervous, honestly. jake didn't seem to have any readable emotion on his face, so sunghoon couldn't assess the situation even in the slightest. all he could do is sit and try to appear calm.

sunghoon froze at the question, eyes going wide. he knew that this would be coming, but he didn't expect it to be on the same day of the occurrence. did he really leave that much of a mark? he averted his gaze from the boy, not feeling brave enough to look him in they eyes. that was all the answer jake needed to know.

"did you fuck y/n after i left for work?" the question was laced with bitterness and anger. jake didn't mean to be so straightforward, but he couldn't help it. he was truly angry, especially now that he's remembering how you had requested that he fucked you the way he sunghoon did this morning.

"you cannot be serious," jake said with a scoff, sunghoon was still avoiding any sort of eye contact. now he wasn't responding. he was so guilty. it was written all over his face. "what the fuck is wrong with you, man?" hearing that made sunghoon's blood boil. what was wrong with him? if anything he was doing both of them a favor.

he stood and went over to get in jake's face defensively. "it's not my fault! she was calling for you, s-so i went to wake her up to make her be quiet so i could go back to sleep but then one thing led to another..." he tried thinking of any sort of excuse that would make the boy less angry, but it was just him pushing the blame on you, and he quickly realized from the way jake reddened with anger that you had already told him what really happened. there was no use in lying.

he sighed, thinking of a way to respectfully soften the blow. it already happened, so why lie to him. "look man, shit happens. you knew i liked her, so you can't be mad at me. i saw my opportunity and took it. you should be happy i let her think it was you... for the most part," he mumbled at the end, hoping the other wouldn't hear.

jake couldnt hold himself back any longer, grabbing sunghoon's shirt, angrily pushing him backwards making him stumble. "you're an asshole! who the fuck does that?!?" sunghoon pushed him back, stepping forward.

"what about you, huh?! you can't even see that you're lacking in bed, but i can? get over yourself," he spat back making jake lose it as he ran forward, grabbing his shirt throwing him onto his bed. it took everything in him not to beat the shit out of him.

he knew he didn't want to hurt him, but his anger did. he was fighting everything in his body not to do anything violent purely because he knew you wouldn't want him to cause violence, and all that mattered was pleasing you since he'd been failing to do so. he brought his fist up, smashing it into the bed next to sunghoon's head. he let out a sigh, biting the inside of cheek.

sunghoon noticed this and quickly reacted, getting up and flipping it so that jake was the one on the bed, his arms pinned above his head. the two of them stared into each other's eyes angrily, not daring to move.

you were standing inside sunghoon's room quietly watching everything go down. you had been in there since the you heard jake yell, wanting to make sure things were okay. but now, you couldn't help but stare curiously at the two in the position they were in, the two of them too caught up in anger to realize how this was looking.

sunghoon sighed, not breaking eye contact with jake as he tightened his grip on his wrists not moving them from their position. he couldn't lie, jake looked good beneath him like this. he sucked in a breath, debating. jake could see what was happening, and for some reason he didn't fight it. sunghoon looked for any kind of resistance, to which there was none.

"fuck it," he mumbled, leaning down to smash their lips together. jake's eyes widened, but he didn't stop himself from kissing back even going as far as lifting his head up to make the kiss easier. sunghoon let go of jake's arms, to which the other didn't hesitate to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

you could only watch in shock, feeling yourself get wet at the sight of it. you always knew there was some form of tension between jake and sunghoon, but you didn't expect for it to be... sexual.

even so, you didn't expect for your boyfriend to be making out with your best friend mid-confrontation. it felt too surreal. "guys?" you whispered, making both their head turn to you. jake looked mortified, while sunghoon only smirked at you.

"y/n...," jake tried to find the words to say, but there just weren't any. neither of them moved, they didn't want to. sunghoon only let out a scoff, tilting his head to beckon you to come over. you looked to jake, not knowing what to do. he looked back at you, then to sunghoon, then back to you with a hesitant look.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, moving off of jake, walking over to you. he grabbed your arm, walking back to his bed. you could only do so much as follow, laying on the bed as he silently instructed you to. he looked back to jake who was now sitting up, looking at the two of you.

"stop looking awkward, both of you," sunghoon sighed, grabbing jake's hand to pull him closer to you two. it was silent, both you and jake being too nervous to say anything. jake felt ashamed, scared that you would look at him differently because of this. "i'm not gonna force you two into anything, but it's clear that this isn't something you are against otherwise you would've fought back."

he turned to face you and caressed your face. "i already know that's probably the most you've ever orgasmed in a while, and that's okay," he said, smiling comfortingly at you. he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "and i know jake wants to make you feel as good as you make him," he kissed your ear lobe, pulling back as to not upset jake in the process.

he turned to jake, grabbing his chin in his hand. his thumb soothingly rubbing his bottom lip. jake could only look up at him with puppy eyes making sunghoon smile. "i know you don't intentionally deny her. so ill teach you. only if you want to," he moved his thumb leaning to kiss him, to which he responded to before he pulled away. "so, what do you say?" his thumb returned to his bottom lip, looking for an answer.

jake turned to look at you, as if begging you to say yes. when you nodded, he turned back to sunghoon nodding eagerly making him chuckle. "use your words, baby," he said rubbing his bottom lip again making jake close his eyes, melting into his touch. he opened them up to look into his eyes.

"please," his whine barely came above a whisper, but it was enough for sunghoon as he crashed his lips back onto jake's, his hands exploring every part of his body that he could. he bit jake's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter to which jake granted opening his mouth letting the other explore every part with his tongue. he pulled away, a string of spit being the only thing connecting their separated lips.

"fuck," he mumbled, wiping his lips turning to you. "kiss him, show me what you guys usually do, ill step in when there's a problem," he said getting up to move to a spot to watch you two better. you did as told and crawled over to jake as if sunghoon wasn't there.

jake's pretty eyes stared into yours, as if apologizing for what was going on. he felt weak as a man, and most importantly he felt confused. he genuinely didn't know he could feel that way about another man. you smiled at him as if telling him it was okay, it was something you could feel without him saying so to begin. you weren't judging, and you hoped the smile could convey it better than words.

you squeezed his hand, crawling onto his lap, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. he smiled, responding immediately melting into your touch as you wrapped your arm around his neck, grinding against his hard on. you believed you were the pleaser in the relationship, liking to give more than you received.

that's probably the reason why it took you so long to admit that you didn't get much from the sex you two had, you didn't want him to feel like he wasn't giving enough. but, as you've come to realize, you wanted an equal amount of pleasure in the relationship. and you were ready to help teach him how to give it to you with the help of sunghoon.

jake's mouth parted at the feeling of you grinding against him, allowing your tongue to enter his mouth, licking wherever it could reach letting him suck on your tongue every now and then. you pulled away, quickly tossing your shirt across the room, allowing him to do the same before you reattached your lips to his, working your hips faster against him. he worked his hands up to squeeze your bare breasts.

sunghoon watched the two of you intently, watching both of your behavior waiting for the change to happen. this is the most jake has let you do anything without him taking control. and though he enjoyed it, it was driving him crazy. he pulled away, hungrily kissing down your neck leaving hickeys behind.

sunghoon got up to move, taking his shirt off as he crawled over to you two. "slow down," he whispered, gently kissing the hickeys that jake carelessly left behind. you whimpered at the difference in treatment, feeling better at the fact that jake had listened and handled you more tenderly.

sunghoon pushed jake away, then turned to you to lay you on your back. he had it so that your legs were at the head of the bed, your head laying comfortably at the foot of it. he moved and instructed jake to sit next to him while he placed his head in between your legs, arms holding onto your thighs as he rubbed them pulling you closer to him.

he pulled your silk shorts off, panties coming off soon afterward. turning to jake, he started speaking. "i know eating her out is nice and you can get lost in her taste, but remember it's not just about that. don't you want to taste how good she feels when she finally orgasms?" jake nodded eagerly, wanting so badly to learn how to do it the right way, so he could finally taste every essence of your being. "ill show you for a little bit, then ill let you take over and we can share her like the pretty little fucktoy she is. okay?" jake nodded again, watching intently as sunghoon began his instructions.

"i like to kiss her clit then lick her up before i start," he said, doing exactly the things he said, making you shiver under his touch. he started lapping at your juices, wiping some on his thumb to make gliding over your clit easier for him while he focused on tasting you.

you squirmed bucking your hips forward desperately onto his face, your juices going up to his nose as he held your body down. jake could feel his cock twitch miserably at all of this, wishing he was in sunghoon's place instead. he wanted so badly to relieve himself, and he almost reached down to palm himself through his sweats, but sunghoon had moved back, getting up.

"if you make her cum, ill let you fuck her brains out," he smirked, moving to meet your face with his crotch at the end of the bed. jake immediately replaced sunghoon in his spot between your legs, licking you up. he repeated what sunghoon had showed him, slowly rubbing your clit to which you responded greatly to.

you grinded your hips against his tongue, wanting to feel more of him, which he responded to by speeding up. he added two fingers in, thrusting and curling them until your back arched to let him know he had found your g-spot. apart of him cursed himself for not doing this sooner. but now that he knew, things were only going to get better from here on out.

due to the amount of throbbing from watching jake and sunghoon earlier, you were already so sensitive to touch and you could feel you were close to your release, your breathing sped up as jake kept going, being too caught up in the pretty moans you let out to slow down.

you couldn't even announce you were going to cum, it just crashed over you as you moaned out, clenching around his fingers as your juices spilled onto them as well as his tongue. jake kept going to help you ride your high out, eagerly lapping up your juices as you kept moaning from the overstimulation.

when he finally felt satisfied, he pulled away going to pull his sweats down, lining himself at your entrance. sunghoon pulled his basketball shorts down, rubbing his tip again your lips for you to open wide to take him in. "you think you'll be able to take both of us, princess?" he asked, only concern and care in his eyes. you nodded moving your tongue against his tip making him suck in a breath. he looked up to jake. "we'll push in together."

jake nodded, circling his reddened tip against your clit, pushing in with sunghoon. you moaned against sunghoon's cock at the feeling of two of your holes being filled, sending vibrations up that made him shiver as he slowly pushed himself all the way in until he hit the back of your throat. you gagged, feeling yourself tear up as he pulled all the way out only to push back in beginning to thrust consistently.

jake started doing the same, holding onto your hips as he kept up with sunghoon's thrusts as to not make it too much for you to handle. you squirmed, unable to tell them to go faster. thankfully they caught the memo, both their hands overlapping on your hips as they started thrusting at an almost inhumane speed.

your throat was burning, but you loved the pain as it made you clench around jake, which resulted in him digging his nails into your skin. sunghoon grabbed his cock, pulling it out and he stepped forward enough to have his balls in your face. you made sure to lick, suck, kiss, and lather it up before he went back to fucking your throat.

jake's thrust started getting sloppy as he kept snapping his hips forward, sunghoon's movements also began to stutter though his speed stayed the same. jake licked his thumb beginning to put pressure on your clit, rubbing circles that made you see stars as you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach again. you could tell they couldn't hold off much longer, so you intentionally clenched around jake so you could orgasm faster.

your back arched as you reached your high once again, jake spilling his seeds into you not too long after. sunghoon thrusted a few more times, holding gently onto your neck as he bucked his hips forward one last time forcing his semen down your throat. when the two of them moved away from you, you coughed getting your breathing back to normal.

once you finished that, you sat up composing yourself. jake was already laying down on sunghoon's bed. you went and layed next to him. sunghoon soon met you on your free side, snuggling into you as the three of you watched t.v.

"that was nice," you breathed out, staring at the ceiling. the two boys hummed in agreement, each giving you a small kiss on different parts of your body that they could reach. jake and you had completely forgotten about why you were in his room to begin with.

the thing about sunghoon is he always gets away with everything. not that you cared about what had happened, now. if he hadn't pleasured you as much as he had this morning, jake would've never learned to please you, so in a way this was a twisted win-win situation.

#sunghoon smut #jake smut #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #jake imagines #sunghoon imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x you #kpop smut #stepmilfyana

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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@midearthwritings

Sick s/o, Thorin Oakenshield

Headcanons, genderneutral pronouns (hobbit s/o)

Tw: being sick?? A cold??? Idk???

- Dwarves do not catch colds. They do not. At all. They live in mountains and hills. If they could catch colds, their lives would be over.

- Hobbits, on the other hand, are used to living in plains and warm hobbit holes. They could catch colds five times easier than human beings. You had count yourself lucky when Bilbo caught a cold and you didn’t, but your victory hadn’t lasted long.

- Only three days later, when Bilbo was getting back on track, you caught a cold too. Only, this wasn’t a normal cold. Instead of sneezing the entire time and getting a runny nose, heavy nausea had settled in your stomach, dizzying you with every single step you took.

- Thorin noticed something was wrong the moment you held yourself up with help of Bilbo, who had been supporting your steps by holding onto your arm. The rest of the company hadn’t been paying much attention to each other, but Thorin had.

- You see, the minute Thorin had set foot into Bag End and laid his eyes on you, he knew you were his One. His stubborn wouldn’t grant him the opportunity to show you how much you meant to him, but his eyes were always on you, making sure you were okay.

- And seeing you as pale as you were now, he immediately knew you weren’t holding up too well. Where Bilbo could still walk during his cold, it was obvious you had caught something worse, or just a worse cold than Bilbo had caught.

- So he did the most natural thing; he called the company to halt, setting up a camp for the night. The sun had still been shining, although it was lowering slowly. Calling an early stop might not be that obvious to the company (more specifically to Balin and Fili, who were always able to see right through Thorin)

- He had sent Oin to check up on you, but he came back quickly, claiming only time and granted herbs could help you. Thorin knew time was scarce, even more knowing they had to be at at the mountain before Durin’s Day, but you were more important to him than you realized.

- So he took it upon himself to let you travel with him until you were completely healthy again. That included sitting with him on his pony. The first day, you hadn’t been well enough to even realize how close you and Thorin were, nearly passing out in his arms on multiple occasions, but the second day when he lifted you onto the mammal, reality sunk in.

- While Thorin jumped up from behind you, you felt your face heating up, looking down towards the ground to not let anyone know. Besides, they’d probably mistake it as a fever, so it wouldn’t have been terrible.

- Yet, as his arms found their way around your waist to hold the reins, you had almost jumped off the pony right there and right then.

- Yet eventually, you became used to Thorin being around you more than usual. At night, he’d make sure you took the medicines Oin had granted you. He made sure you drank your water and ate at least the tiniest bit of your food. Whenever the movement of the pony became too much, he’d take a small break and place you down for as long as needed.

- It was really kind, yet his true intentions (which he had so desperately tried to show) went completely unseen by you.

- But they were not in vain. You became so accustomed to traveling with Thorin, that you jumped onto his pony the day after Oin had declared you were well enough to go back to traveling on your own.

- No one dared mentioning it. Neither did Thorin. He thought you finally caught onto his intentions. You hadn’t. But he didn’t know.

- So when he asked you to braid your hair that same night, you were taken aback. You had spent your days reading, so you weren’t unfamiliar with dwarven courting customs.

- But you couldn’t deny the fact that your feelings for Thorin had only grown stronger over the time spent together. With much hesitation, but still hope, you accepted his proposal, satisfied with being beside him.

- And he honestly couldn’t be happier. He had found himself incredibly lucky to not only having found his One, but his love also being reciprocated by them.

- And all that because you had caught a bad cold. Talk about sunshine after the rain.

#thorin oakenshield #thorin #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield #richard armitage #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin imagine

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efyra · 3 years

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Bubble Bath • Fred Weasley

pairing: dad!fred weasley x mom!reader

summary: after an exhausting day at work, fred comes back home to his wonderful family.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: fluff (?); mentions of sex.

author’s note: i had a dream about having kids with fred and this idea came into my mind - so i just had to write it?

like always, i’m sorry for any grammar mistake 🥺

reblogs are always welcome

you can check my other works here

The first time Fred Weasley thought "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life" - which he could remember - was in a summer of 1985 when Bill and Charlie taught him and George how to play Exploding Snap. The second was when he started his studies at Hogwarts in September 1989. The third was the following year when he and George were accepted into the Gryffindor’s Quidditch team as beaters. The fourth time was on a winter's afternoon in 1993 when he had his first kiss. The fifth was when the dream of opening a joke shop with his twin had become even closer to reality after Harry gave them the Triwizard Tournament prize. The sixth was in a 1995 night when he lost his virginity. The seventh time was the day Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened at Diagon Alley in 1996. The eighth was in May 1998 with the defeat of Lord Voldemort. The ninth was when he met you on a spring morning in 2001. The tenth time was when you agreed to go on a date with him a few days later. And since then, Fred Weasley had lost the count.

But he remembered the most special days.

The day you kissed. The first night you spent together. The lunch his mother prepared at the Burrow so that you could be introduced to the Weasley family. When you finally said "I love you" to each other. That afternoon you agreed to have a picnic, but you didn't check if it would rain and came home soaked. The next morning that Fred woke up sick and you made him some soup. The time you two couldn't sleep then you stayed up all night talking while drinking hot chocolate. When Fred asked you to marry him on the first day of a new year. That summer day in 2004 when you and Fred said "I do" and made a vow to love each other for all eternity. The dinner where you revealed that you were pregnant with your first child together. The day Maeve Weasley was born and your world had changed completely. And since then, Fred Weasley went to sleep every day thinking, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

He was enchanted with every little moment.

Fred was thrilled the moment he hold Maeve for the first time and nested her in his arms; he pressed a delicate kiss on her forehead, feeling that newborn baby smell and watching her sleep peacefully, finally realizing that she was his baby - his baby to care for, to protect, to love; his daughter.

He remembered the first time Maeve opened a toothless smile, that she babbled something in the baby’s language, when she ate solid food when she was six-months-old and ended up with banana puree - made by mommy - all over her face, the way she clapped her hands when she heard Hermione singing muggle’s nursery rhymes, when she took her first steps two weeks after her one-year birthday. Fred was not ashamed to admit that he cried when Maeve first called him "Daddy", that he got emotional every time she lay on his chest and fell asleep there as if it was the most comfortable place in the world, of how he couldn't stop smiling silly while watching her dance "head, shoulders, knees and toes". Since Maeve was born, Fred Weasley thought he couldn't be happier.

But you got pregnant again; and in 2008, Alexander Weasley was born - better known as "lil’ Alex".

And Fred was, once again, in heaven.

Just like happened with Maeve, he was enchanted by his son from the moment he heard that little weeping for the first time; he couldn't help but be amazed to see that the e/c color of your irises were reflected in Alex's eyes, that his nose was very similar to his father's and that he had much more hair than his sister when she was born - and once again, he had fallen in love with that newborn baby smell.

Fred's heart melted completely when he saw the scene of you in bed holding Alex in your arms while Maeve was sitting next to you, her neck stretching so she could see her little brother more closely; he opened a broad smile with that vision, the vision of his family - his to care for, to protect, to love, his family.

That day, Fred sat next to you on the bed, taking Maeve on his lap and placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his body; he remembered the way you looked at him with a tender smile decorating your face and said: "you and I make beautiful babies," but before he could answer, Maeve exclaimed: "but Alex looks like smashed potato!”. Fred used his free hand to tickle his daughter briefly, who let out an angelic laugh and squirmed in his arms, saying: "not the tickle monster, Daddy!", he laughed once again, kissing Maeve's fluffy cheek; his heart seemed to barely fit inside his chest of how much love he felt at that moment. Then, your head rested on his shoulder, Fred turned his head to give you a long kiss on the temple; you, in turn, lifted your face towards your husband, sealing your lips in a very short but passionate kiss - passion for the beautiful family you built together, for the life full of joys that awaited you and without forgetting, of course, the overwhelming passion you still felt for each other.

It wasn't always easy.

Despite the joys that fatherhood brought in your lives, conciliating raising your children with your jobs and the marital relationship was something that sometimes you failed at. Sometimes you fought for silly reasons, other times for more serious issues, but you never forgot that in the first place you loved each other.

The worst fight you and Fred had was when the two of you were facing difficulties at work, and without even noticing it, you started to take your frustrations out on each other; you both spent a whole day not talking - just talking about your children - but in the late afternoon, when you and the redhead were distracted with work matters while Maeve and Alex were playing in the middle of the living room, your daughter shouted cheerfully: "Mom, Dad, look! Alex likes when I dance!", the two of you immediately dropped the papers you were reading and watched the scene before your eyes: Maeve - with 3 years-old - was making extravagant ballet moves and Alex - who had just completed 8 months - was sitting on the fuzzy carpet, applauding his sister with a smile of few teeth decorating his face. At that moment, your eyes met with Fred's, and as if you were having a mental conversation, you two agreed: "No work in this world was more important than this: Maeve dancing ballet while Alex applauded". When the children slept, you had a long talk and made up in the best possible way: in bed.

And you were fine. Better than just fine; you and Fred were happy with the life you built together. And even if some days weren't so good, the redhead would still sleep thinking that he had lived the happiest day of his life because it was one more day by your side while raising your children together, because it was one more day with his family.

Today, Fred felt exhausted; he and George stayed until later at the shop because they needed to make an inventory of their products, and even though they had several employees so they didn't need to overload themselves with work, that task was something they didn't trust anyone else to do but each other.

As soon as he arrived at his home through Floo Network, Fred was surprised that there was nobody in the living room and that no three-years-old girl jumped on his arms saying: "Daddy, Daddy, you're home!", but he heard laughter coming from the upper floor. He took off his shoes and socks, leaving them in the corner, and went upstairs; Fred followed that familiar sound and stopped in front of the bathroom suite you two shared, which was with the door ajar.

For a moment, he allowed himself to watch the scene: inside of a huge white ceramic bathtub, were his wonderful children and sitting on a stool right next to it while holding Alex - who had already completed one year old - with both hands, you were wearing only a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, your hair was in a tight bun on the top of your head; you were laughing while looking at Maeve, who was pretending to be a fish and imitating Dory's line in "Finding Nemo" when was speaking whale - you two really thanked Hermione for all the childish entertainment she introduced to you over the years -; the little girl was talking to Alex - who was supposed to be the whale.

"Ah, so you’re there" Fred said with a broad smile on his face; Maeve exclaimed an excited "daddy", splashing drops of water on all directions when she jumped. "I thought I was abandoned" he joked, walking towards the bathtub, and squatting close to where you were. "Hi, baby."

"Hi, love" you answered, smiling sweetly and leaning slightly towards your husband so you can greet him with a peck on the lips.

Fred also greeted his children, saying tenderly: "Hi, little princess. Hi, little prince"; you two chatted distractedly while watching your children play in the bathtub - Maeve still pretended to be a fish and Alex played with a rubber duck.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Normal" you shrugged. "Nothing new, which is a relief."

"That's good. And how are our little angels?"

"They've had dinner, played a lot and now they're taking a bath to go to bed. Did you have dinner?"

"Yes, I ate something at the shop with George." Fred placed a hand on your knee, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for staying..."

"Don't apologize" you interrupted him. Your husband had never helped you to take care of the children; he had never helped you because that was his job too - he wasn’t “helping” you; he was taking care of his kids. Fred never expected compliments or medals for putting his children on bed, for giving them food, for waking up in the middle of the night when they were crying or for changing diapers; he knew that those were his responsibilities as much as they were yours. "I know" you sent him a reassuring smile. Days like this when you and Fred didn't do those things together were very rare - after all, you were partners for life.

"Thank you" your husband smiled.

"And what about your day? Could you finish the inventory?" you asked.

He let out a tired sigh, watching Alex chewing on the rubber duck. "Well... yes, but not everything. I still need..."

"Daddy!" Maeve demanded his attention, interrupting him. "Look what I can do!" she said before immersing her head in the water for a short second before pulling it up again, her hair sticking to her cheeks as she wiped the water off her face. "See?" she opened her eyes and looked at her father, waiting for his answer.

The redhead didn't take long to react, quickly applauding enthusiastically. "Wow, princess! You truly are a little fish! Did you see her, Mommy?" he looked at you.

"I did, Daddy!" you smiled. "Our little Maeve already is a big girl!"

Fred got rid of his jacket and tie, rolled up his sleeves to his elbow and sat on the bathroom floor, standing next to the bathtub as he listened intently to his daughter tell him about her fun day with Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur; Maeve said that Uncle Harry and Ginny showed up for a visit, so she played with her cousins all afternoon - she was asleep when you arrived at the Burrow right after work, but Alex was very agitated.

You both took the opportunity that the little girl was very distracted and started to give your children a bath; you were soaping Alex's body while Fred washed Maeve's hair. He took the handheld shower and used it to rinse the shampoo, being careful to not let the foam fall in her eyes or ear. So, you two changed; now, you washed Maeve's body while Fred poured the baby shampoo on Alex's hair. Your husband stayed on his knees, leaning over the bathtub to hold his son firmly with one arm while using the other to give him a bath; the one-year-old was still very focused on chewing the rubber duck.

Fred laughed. "You really like this toy, don't you, big boy?" he said to his son, who looked at his direction with his big e/c eyes. "This lil' duck is tasty, isn't it?" he said in a higher pitch and musical tone. Alex pushed the rubber toy away from his mouth just to laugh at his father, bouncing in his arms. "Yeah, you like it," the redhead smiled. "Maybe you can tell Grandpa Arthur what is the function of these rubber ducks, huh?"

You were washing Maeve's armpits when you heard the sound of your son laughing; you looked at that direction and a broad smile appeared on your face as you watched Fred talking to Alex about his toy. Then, your daughter also laughed.

"Mommy!" she said between laughs. "You're tickling me!"

"I'm sorry, honey," you said with a smile, pulling the little girl close so you could give her a kiss on the cheek.

Minutes later, the children were properly dressed in their pajamas and Fred went to take a bath. And the scene he found when he returned to his room was even more adorable than the one in the bathroom: you were with your back against the headboard and, on each arm, you nested Maeve and Alex while singing them a lullaby as they were drinking hot milk from their bottle.

His daughter was the one who saw him leaning against the door, she demanded that he come to bed with you, and as soon as Fred did, Maeve left her position to lay her head on her father's chest - now you and Fred were lying on the edge of the bed and your children in the middle of you two.

"Daddy, can you tell us a story?" the little girl asked.

"I don't know, honey," he said. "Mommy was singing."

"But the song's over, isn't it, Mommy?" your daughter looked at you.

"Yes, dear" you nodded, opening a little smile.

"Will you, Daddy? Please?" Maeve made a pout. "Alex also wants you to tell us a story," she looked at her little brother, who was almost asleep on his mother's arms. "Yes, Daddy, tell us a story," she said in a soft tone - as if it was the little boy talking - "see? He wants it too!"

You both laughed at your daughter's little trick. "Well, Daddy, it seems they want you to tell us a story," you shrugged, still with a smile on your face.

"How can I deny a request from the three loves of my life, huh?" Fred smiled, squeezing Maeve in his arms and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

You listened carefully as your husband told the story of two fire-haired brothers who fought against a terrible one-eyed monster and managed to obtain a precious magical item: a map that led them to various adventures around the world. And when the two brothers discovered how to get to the Candy Land, you and Fred noticed that your children were already deeply asleep in your arms.

You both shared a look and a smile. A passionate look at the love that existed in your family. A proud smile for the life you had together.

"I love you" your husband whispered at you.

"I love you too" you whispered back.

And before Fred fell asleep, he thought, "bloody hell, this must be the happiest day of my life."

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DAD GOT7 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Im Jaebum

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Through his attention, Jaebum would be able to let you know the most how much he appreciated you. You’d often feel him curl up around your bump especially when he thought you were asleep and unaware of what he was doing.

B ⇴ BUMP

The changes that your bump went through were what fascinated Jaebum the most throughout your pregnancy. He loved to compare every single week at what size your baby would be, keeping a book especially on it. He’d measure with his arms often around your bump too, waiting each week until his hands could no longer meet as a result of your bump being so big.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

At times, he thought your cravings were crazy, especially when you’d ask him to fetch a jar of pickles. He’d barely be able to stay in the same room as you as he hated the smell so much, but as you always reminded him, you were eating for two, and just the mention of your baby was enough to keep him in the room to keep you company whilst you ate.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Jaebum would be calm about your pregnancy, until the week before your due date arrived. The realisation would hit him like a tonne of bricks, as he felt the pressures of the responsibility begin to weigh him down. The less mobile you became, the scarier it got for him too as you were usually so independent, seeing how hard you struggled every day, sometimes he couldn’t wait for your due date to arrive and see you as you, again.

E ⇴ EXCITEMENT

He definitely had his times when he’d try and downplay his excitement, but in reality, Jaebum was beyond excited to become a father. He’d always had a family in his plans for his long-term future but knowing that he was going to become a father with you was much more of an achievement then he could have ever seen him reaching. He’d often have to sit in disbelief that he was lucky enough to be in the position that he was.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Being an only child, Jaebum was keen to have his parents around as much as possible as it could potentially be their only experience of a grandchild too. They were protective of Jaebum as an only child anyway, and with that, they were protective of you too, but especially so during your pregnancy. Anything that either of you needed would be solved by them in a heartbeat, all you ever had to do was ask.

G ⇴ GETTING READY

He was used to organising the boys and keeping everything in check, and so Jaebum played on those skills to get ready for your baby’s arrival too. Whilst you were often flustered, he was a lot calmer and a lot more organised too. By the time you’d often composed yourself, the job would have already been sorted by him.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

Jaebum didn’t tend to get emotional often, but the sound of his baby’s heartbeat was enough to set him off. The two of you had often talked about how the heartbeat felt like such a landmark in pregnancy, and so when it finally happened for the two of you, an emotional reality really began to settle in for him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Every day, Jaebum would remind you that he loved you, but especially on the bad days that you had. When you were uncomfortable or in pain, that would be when he reminded you that he loved you the most, desperate to find the right words that would at least try and bring you some comfort whilst you were hurting.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If anything, the other members were jealous of Jaebum and how he’d managed to settle down rather than him being jealous of anything. They all knew he was going to be a great father, but seeing his family grow and the two of you really come together was something many of them could still only dream of. Each of them wanted to have what you had one day, not wanting to settle anything less than the happiness the two of you shared.

K ⇴ KICKS

Every kick would always take Jaebum by surprise, for some reason he could just never get used to the feeling. Each time, his eyes would dart up to you as if it was the first time that he was feeling your baby kick. Whilst you adjusted quickly to all the little movements, Jaebum would always treat it as if it were a first.

L ⇴ LABOUR

It was by far the part that he most and least looked forward to, he was never quite sure how he felt about it. The one thing he carried with him though was the advice of his mum who had encouraged him to put his feelings to one side and only focus on you. And that was what he did, throughout the entire time, he made sure to keep himself together and make sure that you knew that he was right there supporting you.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Whilst he wasn’t someone who dealt particularly well with sickness, Jaebum knew he had to stick it out and be there for you. His face always managed to give away that he wasn’t impressed, but when you tried to tell him that you could get through it by yourself, his head would shake and only bring you closer into him for comfort.

N ⇴ NURSERY

You had free reign when it came to the nursery, Jaebum worked under your command which you loved. Whilst you could sit back, he built all of the furniture that you picked out to make your nursery the perfect spot.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with the changes in your bump, Jaebum had always been fascinated by human nature, but seeing how your body adapted with every passing day truly captured his attention and interest.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

The two of you were wrecks for the first couple of days in your little bubble. You were terrified, especially when your little one slept, the last thing either of you wanted to do was wake them up. There was a lot of tiptoeing around until the three of you became comfortable and a routine was firmly in place.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Jaebum would be full of questions whenever you went to any of your appointments, sometimes his questions wouldn’t even have anything to do with your baby, but to do with technology or something else that interested him too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Each of the members of the group had ended up surprising you with gifts before your baby arrived, their wardrobe was full and their room perfectly decorated by the time all of them were finished spoiling your baby, all secretly vying for the spot of favourite uncle to be introduced to your baby for the very first time.

S ⇴ SCANS

Jaebum kept a photo of your scan up on his wall in the studio to use when he needed inspiration. You knew that he created storyboards whenever he was coming up with lyrics, but the photo of your scan seemed like the missing piece of the puzzle that he had been missing out on all along to really finish off his songs.

T ⇴ TEST

You’d had a funny feeling for some time that you could have been pregnant, eventually plucking up the courage to ask Jaebum to buy you a test. It was just precaution, but neither of you could have expected it to come back positive.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Jaebum made the time for every appointment, it never mattered how busy his schedule was, you were always his number one priority when you needed him, he was there.

V ⇴ VISITS

His parents were the first to visit the three of you, much to the disappointment of the boys. Meeting their first grandchild was just as overwhelming as the experience was for Jaebum and seeing them with his child was emotional for him too.

W ⇴ WAITING

It was only when you’d get impatient, would Jaebum get impatient, other than that, he was usually relaxed and not allowing himself to get too carried away by the situation.

X ⇴ XXXX

He would often trail kisses along your bump whenever you were having a particularly restless night. Jaebum always hoped that a kiss from him would work in the same way as a kick from your baby and keep him nice and calm.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the only one he ever wanted to experience fatherhood alongside.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Despite there being many times when he was reluctant to get up, whenever you needed anything in the night, Jaebum was there to get it. After all, the sleepless nights were probably something he was going to have to get used to.

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Winter Makes Ice (Ep.7)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title

Words: 3412

Episode: seven

Warning: PTSD, vomiting

Masterlist! Winter Makes Ice Episode: Six

Time: 8:01am

Date: October 7th 2024

Were you running late?

Yes.

Your final appointment with Bruce was today and it was scheduled for 8:00 in the morning, you had set your alarm with enough time to get there but Bucky had other plans. While you were getting up Bucky snaked his metal arm around you, he knew you couldn’t break out of it, he pulled you back in his chest so you could stay for a little longer but you managed to bribe him after giving a few kisses down his neck. As you sucked his hand relaxed and when he didn’t see it coming and you snuck out to your bathroom to get ready for the day, you knew he was too tired to get up and pull you back.

The surgery for both your nose and removing the serum went without a hitch, though you did have a panic attack a day later because it seemed too good to be true for you, everything else went fine. Bruce managed to take samples of your skin and make them into cartilage for your nose, it took a couple days for it to marry and accept your face, it would turn really red and then lose all colour in a matter of minutes. The serum removal took longer than expected, and it turns out what Bruce’s lab was creating wasn’t what he was expecting. The antibiotic would actually get into your bloodstream and split the serum from the red blood cells, but it wouldn’t remove them, the serum would still circulate in your body but just next to the red blood cells.

A heart-lung by-pass machine was used while you were sedated, you could have been awake but seeing your blood fill a tube and then go back into you while a bag filled with blue liquid was just extra trauma you didn’t want to see. There were always complications with being sedated, but Bucky supported you no matter what. You weren’t left feeling sick after but like you hadn’t slept in days, you found there was a difference between waking up from passing out like you did in the cell and just lack of sleep, Bucky had looked at you quizzically when you said it randomly, but you couldn’t seem to explain.

You still get headaches from time to time, it normally comes from that same spot in the back of your head and high on your neck, you’d feel around for a scab or scar but would find nothing. There was a bump when you’d checked recently but it seemed as though it was a goose egg form getting hit, but that was so long ago. You didn’t talk about your bump much because you thought people would look at you crazy, some people already did; while others looked at you like you were a ghost.

As you walked to Banner's lab an agent stopped talking to her friend to look you up and down, and hand came to cover her mouth but you saw the smirk in her eyes. You just shrugged and turned into the lab.

“You’re late,” Bruce said, he was sat on his stool with everything in hand, clipboard and pen at the ready.

“Sorry,” you smiled and sat down.

Bruce began to do the checks, he got good at hiding that he was taking blood, he’d point across the room to show a floating hologram of all your vitals and while you were reading over them he’d quickly stick the needle in to draw a bit of blood.

He did the same except he pinched your thigh as he stuck in the needle point to make your attention go to your leg instead of the inside of your elbow.

“Ow!” you slapped his hand away, “I’m used to it by now, and I also trust you and know you’re not trying to stick a foreign serum into me.'' You shook your head and read the file that was left open, “I can’t believe it’s my last test,” you sighed and leaned back in the chair.

The whirl of the centrifuge wasn’t too loud, Bruce stood beside it with one arm holding his weight on the desk. He watched as you looked over the file again and again, your finger would trace the words and slowly find their way to the corner of the page to flip. The further you got into the file the further back you went, Bruce noticed you tend to stay on your injury report page a bit longer than the others, you’d study the little picture of a person and all the ‘X’s that were drawn where you got hurt; you could barely see the human drawing underneath. He’d watch as you read over every description of the injuries you’ve gotten, one time he asked why and you looked at him and said.

“Because I go over how to fix each injury, so when I go back into the field I can stay on my toes.”

But he knew you were just tired of feeling like you weren’t helping when in reality you prompted a medical breakthrough, not everyone gets infected by a mind controlling serum, but the new use of a heart-lung by-pass was being looked at by hospitals.

Bruce took the blood out of the centrifuge and looked into the vial, there was no trace of blue like there was the first time he did it, just plasma and blood. You were still reading and he knew you’d pass his test so instead of telling you he was starting the evaluation, he just did it.

“Close that book.” He lowered his voice which sent a boom through the lab.

You didn’t close it but it did scare you for a second, a little jump but you went right back to reading. You weren’t trying to be mean by not listening but you had to show that you wouldn’t follow orders but rather respond like a normal human, the first day you flinched for the stool when Bruce asked you to walk it over to him but after that you tended to act like he wasn’t in the room.

“Stand up.” he barked.

You looked over to him, “no thanks,” you smiled, Bruce smiled back.

“Can you stand for a second, please?” Bruce squinted and leaned back on the desk, he was challenging how you’d react to an indirect command, it was an offer rather than a command.

“I don't know, can I?” You tilted your head to the side, a wide smile was being suppressed by a terrible poker face.

“May you please stand?” Bruce walked over with a proud smile on his face, he was no longer challenging you.

You just laughed and stood, “only because you asked so nicely,” you let your teeth flash while you both laughed. “Why did you choose standing? That’s like, day one stuff,” you sighed from laughing and closed the file.

“Because I want to hug you,” he opened his arms wide, “to congratulate you. Now give me a hug, that’s an order!” he giggled but laughed even more when you pretended to scope him out, “just kidding, come ‘ere, kid.”

You fell into a hug and wrapped your arms tightly around him, Bruce did the same. It was quick but it meant the world. “Thanks for everything, Bruce.” You smiled as you walked out of the room, “I mean it, you really helped me out.”

“Don't mention it, you’re free!” he opened his arms wide to shew you out of his lab.

You walked out and closed the door behind you, you only took a few steps before staring off into the distance. “I guess I am…” you muttered to yourself before continuing to walk back to your room.

As you walked you didn’t even see Bucky in the kitchen “doll!” he called and you turned instantly, “breakfast?” he tilted the frying pan over so you could see french toast.

Your eating and sleeping were the only things that didn’t seem to get better, nightmares plagued you every night and you could barely stomach a workout smoothie. Bucky would try his best to get you to eat but he typically ate your leftovers instead of making a meal for himself, it was hard to watch because you weren’t gaining weight and he still felt guilty when he’d touch your back and feel every ridge.

“I’ll have a bit,” you smiled and walked over, “I’m a free bird now.” you commented as he slipped the bread on your plate.

“Way to go, babe, I knew you could do it.” He scrunched his nose and took the stool beside you, “eat slow and as much as you want, no worries.” He kissed your temple before pulling out his phone.

You slowly started to eat, you put the corner of the bread in your mouth and chewed slowly. The sweetness and the flavour was still overpowering, you weren’t used to this much intensity and it only made you feel nauseous. As much as Bucky acted like he wasn’t paying attention you could see his eyes look over as far as he can to gauge your reaction, when you’d catch him looking he’d just cough and look forward. You only got four bites in before turning your nose up and pushing the plate to Bucky. He didn’t want to seem disappointed but he was, not in you but rather himself, nothing was working.

“What do you think you can eat?” He asked softly.

“Plain yogurt?” you questioned.

“I’ll give anything a shot,” he breathed and stood. The yogurt was far back in the fridge but he found it eventually, he poured a little bowl, “you want granola?” he asked.

“Just yogurt,” she sheepishly replied, a thin line formed on your lips.

He served it up and went back to eating the french toast, you scooped it up and took a spoonful. It was so plain and boring, nothing tingled on your taste buds. There was no category for it, it wasn't sweet or sour, it wasn’t savoury; it was just plain. The metallic taste from the spoon had more power than the yogurt itself. Nothing to chew, no berries or granola.

It was perfect.

In no time you scarfed it down, the spoon clicked on the bowl as you scraped for the ends of it. Bucky had been cooking your favourite foods to make you feel at home, you liked spice and sweetness normally. You’d turn down yogurt a month ago if it didn’t have your favourite granola in it, but what both you and Bucky didn’t realize was that you started with crazy flavours instead of the basics. Butter and bread, plain crackers, and maybe some almonds sounded great right now.

Bucky looked over in shock to see you done with your food, he watched as you went to the pantry and pulled out some unsalted crackers. You plopped a few into your mouth and just waited to see if your body would reject it, but it didn’t.

“Guess I went too fast, too soon, huh?” he let out an unhappy laugh, “you could’ve been eating for a while…” he muttered and stood. He was exhausted, the darker circles under his eyes and the flatness of his skin didn’t go unnoticed. You woke up every night screaming and thrashing around in the bed, the sheets would be piled on the floor from your arms swinging around. As much as Bucky wanted some sleep, he knew for a fact that you’d been in disposition before, you’d been the one to gently ease him out of a nightmare for three weeks straight.

“You did your best and I love you for it,” You smiled and leaned across the counter to kiss his lips, he sat back down again, “I would have done the same thing, if it makes you feel better.”

Bucky just rubbed his face and looked up to you, “how?” was all he asked.

“How...what?” you giggled, but Bucky didn’t crack a smile.

“Why are you so upbeat right now, I get it you finished your tests with Banner but, god, I don’t know how you’re so happy?” He didn’t sound angry but more in disbelief, if it were him, Bucky knew he’d be curled into a ball in the middle of the bed for days, there wouldn’t be anything to make him happy.

You just sighed and sat down next to him again, “I’m not upbeat right now, if I’m being honest,” you looked forward and the sleek grey cupboards, “I can’t train because my stitches will fall out, I can’t run for the same reason. Half of the team treats me like fine china while the other half still punches me in the arm when they tell a funny joke, if I’m hanging out with Steve he will ask if I’m okay after every little thing while Tony doesn’t seem to understand that I don’t like sneak attacks anymore.” You wiped down your face with both hands, “my head still hurts like crazy, especially in that one spot in the back, everyone is too loud and I’ve been called ‘too quiet’ too many times for me to count.” You finally looked over to Bucky who had the saddest eyes, his lips curled down as he scanned over you, “you’re the only one who I can be, somewhat, happy around because you get it. Yes, you can be very cautious but you’ve backed off when I’ve said no and you’ve learned not to push when I can’t remember much. Bucky,” you cupped his face with one hand, you could feel him push into it, “you see me happy around you because you’re the only one who knows how to put a smile on my face right now, and I’m so happy it’s you.” Before he could say anything you pulled him in for a kiss, he hummed into it and reached up to place his hand over yours; it was still resting on his stubbled cheek.

“I didn’t know I was doing all that right, I thought I was failing.” Bucky muttered against your lips, you could feel the sadness in his voice.

“I still can’t lift my arm up all the way without it hurting, you wash my hair and put it in the clip when I ask, you might not have figured that food out or my nightmares but you do the little things, and that’s what makes it better.” Bucky’s arms moved down to hold you at your waist, you were still close. All he could do was smile, the kind of smile you use when you get a prize for a thing you really didn’t think mattered or when you’re embarrassed of how you fell in front of everyone; his lips turned down but his eyes smiled.

The rest of your morning flowed into your afternoon easily, you’d spent some time just lounging in the bed and keeping each other warm. Little make-out session might brew but nothing went too far, it wouldn’t for a while and you both agreed on that. At one point you fell asleep curled up against Bucky’s chest, he stayed still and when it came time, he helped you out of your nightmare. The little kisses littered your face until you were calm again, he didn’t dare to fall asleep at this point because he knew you would too and being woken up by twitches and little pleads for help weren’t something he enjoyed for his own mental health.

Time: 9:30pm

Date: October 7th 2024

Everyone filed into the cinema room for movie night, this was your first one since you came back. Bucky had tried to talk you out of it due to it being October and a horror movie was on the list, apparently it was a early 2000’s slasher, basically the worst movie to come back to. You were done with hiding away from the team, you wanted to see them again, scary movies didn’t bother you before because you knew they were just movies and alien killers weren’t real, you really didn’t know how much could change now.

There was a bowl of popcorn for you and Bucky, you sat in the corner so you were nestled into the armrest and the back pillow, Bucky was on your left, cautiously watching you as Nat queued up the movie.

“I now present,” she held her arms in front of the screen, “Camp Blood!” The movie faded in from black and a hush fell over the team. People snuggled deeping into their blankets and got ready for the movie, you just leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder and threw a few pieces of popcorn- without butter -in your mouth.

Not even a half an hour later you were really shaken up, the gore and the blood had slowly broken down your walls and gotten to your head. You had hid it so well Bucky genuinely had no idea even though he was checking in on you after every kill, a little kiss to your temple before a double check.

“I have to pee,” you whispered to Bucky and left the room.

You sprinted down and to the back where there was a door to the outside, the air was suffocating and you couldn’t breathe. It seemed everything you could remember was flashing in your mind all at once while new memories were coming into play, it was all so overwhelming and you couldn’t handle it. You pushed the door open and stumbled to your knees and the cold fall weather opened your lungs so wide you thought they were going to pop, the gasps came out unevenly and some were quick shots of air. Your hand was pulling and scratching at the finally held bruise on your neck, it was like you could feel the chains slowly wrapping around you like a snake's tail, coming up around your neck and squeezing tightly.

With one push, the chains in your mind snapped and all the popcorn you had eaten came back out, right onto the deck that was power washed three days ago. A few pieces of kernels got stuck when you took your first breath in but after spitting them out you could finally breathe again.

You sat back up on your feet and just looked into the night sky, it was too cold for you to be out here but it was peaceful. With the serum you would have been fine with this weather but that had left you, you were free now, if you wanted you could run down the grass into the forest and never see anyone ever again. It was horrifying that that idea was pleasant to you, you’d never see Bucky ever again but you could be free.

One foot hit the grass, but then the sound of a lock pulled you from your fantasy, you looked over your shoulder to see the lights off and the red emergency lights spinning around. You ran up to bang on the door but no one could see or hear you, “let me on!” you screamed for anyone but you knew these glass doors were sound proof. “Fuck!”

“Soldat,” you froze, the voice you remembered vividly rang through your head, you shook it off and kept pounding on the door, “they’re never going to help you,” it chanted in your mind.

“No, let me in!” you screamed again, your head hit the glass door in defeat, the voice mocked you in your brain. You pulled away from the glass and looked into the building, but then your focal point focused on the reflection.

“Soldat, break in and kill them all.” the voice said, the slick hair and the notch in his brow, the leader that got away. To your horror, your break straightened and your chin went up, you turned towards the man who never gave you his name. He dressed in all black and wore a Hydra pin over his heart, “you really think we’d let you get away?” he asked, “you really think we only gave you the serum?”

“What is happening?” you asked, your mind was being taken over.

“I’ll say it again. Soldat, break in and kill them all.” his smile grew.

You didn’t want to, but somehow the other part of you did.

“copy.”

And the glass shattered with one punch.

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Din Djarin/The Mandalorian Yandere Headcanons [Your First Time (Female)]

【ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ：A few of my personal headcanons (very rough ideas) on how Din would treat you during your first time with him.】

【ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：The Mandalorian x Female! Reader】

【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：.PG-18 — there is a whole bunch of NSFW content and this post is strictly 18+. Non-consensual and rape are present.】

【ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.6k 】

TRIGGER WARNING: NON-CONSENSUAL AND RAPE ARE BELOW!

From the moment that Din realized his feelings, his mind wandered. He loved you more than anything else in entire galaxy—aside from Grogu of course—and his body ached for the day that you would offer yourself for him. He wanted your exposed soft skin under his hands, the smell of your hair in his nostrils, and the feeling of your supple body pressed against him.

But, he restrained himself from even laying a finger on you. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. You were to pure and innocent to taint you just yet, you needed to want him back. You needed to corrupt yourself with want and desire for him before he divulged into his darkest fantasies with you.

You had begun warming up to him, he was your only social contact beside Grogu, and had been enjoying the time you would spend with him. It was like a switch had been flipped inside your mind, it was like he meant to keep you delusional and sickly. No matter how hard you tried to think about being locked up by him, your mind—in it’s unhealthy state—would turn against you and bring up every instance of kindness that Din had shown you. You still understood that this was wrong, but doubt had wrestled its way into your heart and that could be persuaded.

He allowed you to walk around the ship now, under strict supervision of course. But this was all apart of his attempts to get you to trust him again, he could give privileges to you that only he could offer. However, he could also take them away and that is where your deep rooted fear of him was placed.

Din was never violent with you, he wouldn’t physically harm a hair on your head in any way, shape, or form. Instead, he toyed with your venerable mind and twisted it so your reality revolved around him and Grogu. They were your entire world inside the Razor Crest and everyone else simply didn’t exist. He would tell you how much he loved you, that he was doing this all for you and their family, and that someday you would understand.

In Din’s mind, there wasn’t an if you would love him because it was only a matter of when you would. He didn’t care how long he had to wait, he would restrain himself until you came to him—begging him to make love to you. That didn’t stop him from touching himself to thoughts of your bewitching body and how good your voice would sound moaning out your name.

He craved you in every essence of the world. He imagined that in a perfect world you’d already be expecting your first child with him, round and beautiful. The delicate life of a little you and him inside your belly, a new sibling for Grogu, made his pants tighten and his patience boiling to a breaking point in a matter of seconds. It just made sense in his twisted mind; it would validate your relationship, you’d give him a child that he could love and care for, and you sure as hell couldn’t leave him then.

You had turned into a shell of your former self, your personality was the same but you had become broken. Your skin had paled from the lack of sunlight, your (E/C)’s grew dull and lifeless, and you form thinned. Din was concerned and made sure you ate everyday, but it appeared that your body understood that it wasn’t free so what was the point? But he had faith that once your mind fully accepted him, your body would soon follow.

So, he waited, and waited, and waited. The time passed as if it were in a dream, (Y/N) found herself inching closer to Din. At first, she missed him when he didn’t come to see her for awhile. Then it was missing him when he wasn’t in the same room as you. Finally, it was fully sleeping in the same bed as him and not being able to sleep without him with you. It was all apart of his conditioning, he broke you down into pieces only to rebuild you to fit his mold and to truly “love” him. He convinced you that he was all you needed to rely on, that you were happy with him and Grogu, and that nothing else was better in the world outside of the Razor Crest.

Then one day, he was in the hull of the Crest and had just gotten back from dropping off Grogu with Cara and Greef for awhile since he had to deliver a bounty to the client. He was preparing the carbon sheet with the asset inside when the lights flickered off. Din turned to his side but he froze as he felt your hands sliding over his back and wrapping around his waist. Your body was pressed tightly to his back, the warmth sending shivers down his spine—you had never held him like this.

“Din...” Your breathy voice made his shoulders roll back. Unbeknownst to him, your body had finally betrayed you. No matter how hard you tried over the months of captivity that he was a disgusting, horrible person, your form quivered at the thought of him running his worn, strong hands over your skin. You assumed it stemmed from the lack of human contact or connection or maybe you really had lost your mind—regardless of it all, you wanted him in the worst way possible.

The next moments happened in a blur. Din swiftly snapped to face you, his hands tearing off your clothing without hesitation, and he lifted you off the ground. He pinned you to the wall behind you, his helmet being discarded in the darkness of the room. You never saw his face before, but that didn’t matter when he slammed his lips against yours.

The feeling of his hands running over your body sent shockwaves of nausea running over your skin, but why did it feel so good? You knew this was wrong because of the weighted sinking dread in your stomach. It felt wrong, it felt disgusting. You felt degusted by yourself, this man who had caused your such suffering was defiling you. But, you were a slave to his greatest desire and the burning heat between your legs fueled your every action.

At first he was rough, but after awhile he lowered you onto the sleeping area gently. The switch in him scared you, but drove your body wild. His hands roamed in places that made you feel like you wanted to vomit, but your form ached with pleasure.

His hips moved against yours rhythmically, claiming your insides as his own. You dared no moved under his touch, but yet you found yourself unintentionally flinching when he pressed deeper inside you.

You only glanced his eyes once, they were brown and filled with passion. They haunted your dreams, but also have your heart lurch in your chest. There was a gentle love behind his eyes that restrained the lustful hungry desire of the beast inside him. In that moment, you realized that he really did love you. He loved your more than anything in his life, but he had a sick way of showing it. Your heart fell right into his hands and you knew that he would never let you go.

His voice was no longer muffled by his helmet’s emulator, his groans and moans were loud and clear in your ears. It was smooth on your ears, sending waves of pleasure throughout your form.

You could feel him grow tighter against your thighs and you pleaded with him not to mark your insides with his seed. You begged him not too or else you truly feared that you might bare his child in a few months time. He grunted against your ear, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the sides of your body.

“No, I have too. I need too. You are mine.” Din mumbled under his breath. Your wrists trashed fruitlessly against his hands, begging him not too and knowing that your pleas fell on deaf ears. His hips only quickened in his pace and you knew that his climax wouldn’t be far behind.

“Please, Din. Just don’t.” You shouted, but it was already too late. Din thrusted one last time into your hips, you could feel the warmth spread across your entire body. You clenched down on him, your body working against you and the climax was torn out from you—he had ripped that last of your dignity away from you. The last thing that you held over him was brutally taken from you and now you had succumbed to his nauseating love.

You sobbed against his chest, his arms cradled you gently in his arms. He panted breathlessly, sweating and exhausted, but a large grin covered his face in the darkness of the Razor Crest. He stroked your hair as you cried, wailed, and blubbered against his bare chest and he whispered comforting words to you in a tender, warm tone.

“I love you, cyar'ika. I love you so much.” Din muttered into your neck, making your voice catch in your throat. “Soon you’ll be full and round with my child, wouldn’t that be wonderful? Grogu will have a new sibling.” His hand pressed against your stomach, his fingers rubbing small circles over your skin.

It was only a matter of time until he would mark even your uterus with his cum and his child. He would fuck you until it was near confirmed that you were pregnant, giving him the family with you he always craved.

What had you done?

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