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devildom-moss · 6 months

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idk how to verbalise this idea properly so bear with me but: mc whose entire logic in life is 'fuck it we ball' including when it comes to romance, so they just completely go along with any attempts at flirting in a sort of "yes, and-" fashion

which probably only encourages said suitor and then mc has the Audacity to be surprised when it gets intense enough for them to realise they're actually being seduced lol

gn mc with just the brothers for now pls!! thank u for your services

Hopefully this request is what you were looking for. Honestly, I had a bit of confusion while writing, but I tried. I went with headcanons because that seemed like the best fit. Thanks for the request.

gn!MC who casually flirts back with the demon brothers headcanons

(and then has the audacity to be surprised that they're being genuinely pursued)

(Suggestive)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is an awful flirt, trying so hard to fluster MC and convince them of his dominance. (Where’s it at though? I don’t see it.) His flirting is so suggestive that it’s actually pretty easy to just assume it’s a bit of playful teasing between friends.

For MC, it plays out like those posts that say something and then escalate immediately – something like “Kiss your homies goodnight. Kiss them with tongue. Eat their ass.”

Having an MC who flirts back with him can be a bit embarrassing, and it gets Lucifer’s hopes up so much. (“Could you pour me another cup of coffee, MC?” “Third one this morning, Luci. Not sleeping well?” “I’m afraid not. Perhaps you should come over and help – but then again, we might not get much sleep if you do.” “Aw, Luci, do you want me to fuck you senseless to help you fall asleep?” “If you’re offering, who am I to refuse.”)

He’ll be frustrated that MC keeps flirting with him, but they never follow through.

Lucifer is so horny that it’s absurd. MC could be completely normal, and this man would be thirsting. (“I really don’t want to do this lesson. This chapter is so boring.” “Normally, I wouldn’t use positive reinforcement, but if you complete your work, I’ll reward you.” “What kind of reward?” “Come to my room tonight and find out.”)

Poor MC doesn’t realize they’re being seduced until Lucifer has dragged them into his bed.

“Sleep with me.” “I’m not really tired, Lucifer.” “Good. Then you’ll have plenty of energy to make out and maybe even fuck me – if you want.” His touch would be so intimate – rubbing their inner thigh or groping their ass. “IF I WHAT?!?”

Lucifer would turn pink up to his ears. Part of him thinks MC is just teasing him again, but he would quickly realize that they’re being genuine. He’d feel absolutely humiliated. Did they not want him at all? Did all of that flirting mean nothing?

Before he could die from the shame, Lucifer would manage to blurt out, “Do you want me or not?” He wants some honest commitment in return for his affection, and if MC won’t bring that, that’s unacceptable. Of course, there is some thrill in a chase, but in that moment, Lucifer won’t have it in him. It would be a battle to fight some other day.

If MC tells him no or gives a half-hearted response, he will ask them to leave his room with one hand covering his blushing face. He wouldn’t even be able to look at them as he closed the door – and he’d probably avoid them for a day or two. (Also, he might cry a little after the door is locked).

If MC insists that they do want him, he’ll be especially needy while also acting all sadistic – attempting to tease them to distract from his own embarrassment. This poor loser will require so many kisses to reinflate his ego.

Mammon

To be fair, Mammon would bring this upon himself. He loves to act like he’s uninterested – constantly interrupting his fawning and puppy-like following of MC to save himself from the absolute humiliation of being *gasp* honest about his feelings.

I can see Mammon regularly initiating flirting, but this man can’t follow through to save his own life (maybe to save the life of someone else, though). An MC who reciprocates his flirting would leave him a blushing, flustered mess. Most of the time, his embarrassment cuts the interaction short.

“Ya just can’t get enough of the Great Mammon, can ya?” “Of course not, you handsome devil~” “I- uh! Hmph! Damn right!” he’d say it, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact while the blush rises in his cheeks. How is MC supposed to respond?

If they tease him further and flirt more, he’ll just yell and tell them to knock it off. If they just shrug it off and move on, Mammon will be too flustered to make another move on them that day. The flirtatious spark just kind of fizzles out like a defective firecracker.

It takes a lot of boldness on Mammon’s end to get MC to realize he’s being serious. And honestly, Mammon is so adorable, MC may have the opportunity to take the initiative and push things a little further first. (You want to tell me most MCs could just flirt with Mammon, reducing him to a blushing, aggressive mess, and go back to watching that movie or playing that video game upon Mammon’s belligerent demand, and not want to kiss his face? Okay, sure.)

But let’s ignore that thought and say MC follows Mammon’s flirting in the “yes, and” fashion. After Mammon continuously sabotages his own chances, eventually, he’s going to get so frustrated that he will smother his own shyness long enough to get what he wants.

He’ll get MC alone and string together some make-shift confession – a plea for more. “Ya know, if ya wanna kiss the Great Mammon or somethin’, I’m not gonna stop ya – like, I mean, I want a little more outta ya. So, don’t hold back just cause ya think I don’t want to or nothin’.” (translation: Please kiss me. I know I act like I don’t want you, but I really, really want you to kiss me. Please, please, please.)

His face will burn, and a blush will work its way up to his ears. It’ll be hard to deny the intensity of his feelings, and it will weigh down on MC – a truth previously held in a bag on their back, tethered to dozens of helium balloons that disguised its weight, and then suddenly found every string cut loose by Mammon’s admission. He really loved them. For his confession, all Mammon would get was a stunned but heartfelt “oh.”

He gets so upset and embarrassed that MC didn’t realize he was being serious before. He went on a rollercoaster of emotions; meanwhile, this whole time, they hadn’t even taken his advances in earnest. It’s practically offensive.

The only remedy for Mammon’s bruised dignity is for MC to immediately hold and kiss him until he’s temporarily satisfied. (“Ya owe me big time for not takin’ me seriously.”)

Leviathan

I mean, he kind of has to flirt before MC can flirt back – unless we’re going to count accidentally blurting out his innermost perverted desires as flirting. Sure, I suppose it’s basically flirting to tell someone “It’s sexy when you tell me what to do. I can’t stop imagining you doing that in other settings.”

He’s so bad at flirting that nothing will happen for a long time after he realizes he’s head over heels. Levi is fine spending the rest of his (or at least MC’s) life pining for them – or at least he believes that. But the longing and desire will start to creep in, and he’ll wonder how much he can ask from MC. Friends can hold hands and maybe even cuddle, right? Maybe even kiss? Could they even –?

The thoughts eat away at him until he can’t wait for MC to make the move anymore. It slips out of him like some mating request written by Dr. Suess: “Would you –? Could you –? With an otaku? A gross, disgusting one, too?”

Levi is so visibly flustered that he doesn’t leave much room for ignorance. Even the most extreme masochist wouldn’t subject themselves to the furiously blushing, trembling state that Leviathan had worked himself into. He’d be on the brink of tears. All his hope in the world would be precariously perched on a ledge, awaiting your response.

I can’t see MC not knowing that Levi was attempting to seduce them, but perhaps the timing of it came as a surprise. Or perhaps they had never taken his affection seriously. He has so many favorites that he can’t pursue; just because he has a massive crush on MC doesn’t mean he had plans to act on it.

He will get even more embarrassed and down on himself to know that MC didn’t take him seriously at first. He understands, but that doesn’t make it any less hurtful.

He will require physical reassurance – as much of it as MC is willing to give him. And honestly, if MC doesn’t end up kissing him until he forgets how to think after his confession, he’ll probably hide in his room for a few weeks purely out of shame.

Satan

With an MC like this, the back-and-forth flirting goes on for an inordinate amount of time. Satan is not a flirt by any definition, but when there’s someone he likes, he knows how to turn on the charm. He’s smart, passionate, and mentally quick on his feet; he’s a natural charmer for the right audience.

Satan moves pretty slow when romance is concerned. If Levi wasn’t such a hopeless cause (affectionately), Satan would probably be the slowest to escalate a romantic relationship. He and MC will have a dozen dates under their belts before the desire for more had become an unbearable burden for Satan to silently ignore.

Eventually, Satan would find himself reading in his room with MC, unable to hold back anymore. He would ask, “Would you mind if I kissed you?” “No, I don’t mind if you want to.” “Could I kiss you now?” “Eh, sure.”

Everything up to that point could have been misread as platonic or some casual interest – maybe even curiosity on his end.

But he was serious, and it was evident in the way he approached MC to collect that kiss. He would straddle their hips, set their book aside (face down to mark the page like a real gentleman), and lean down for the kiss. Then, his lips would move against theirs, and the smallest sigh would escape him like a quiet release of sexual tension that had pressurized his entire body. Then, it would all click for MC.

Surprisingly, he wouldn’t be upset or humiliated if MC hadn’t taken him seriously before. In fact, he sees it as more of a personal failing, and in a low, seductive voice, he would tell them, “Allow me to prove how genuine and deep my feelings are for you.”

Asmodeus

He flirts with everyone, so how was MC supposed to know??

He asks them on dates so often. He’s probably the only one who could make out with MC and they’d still think, “yeah, we’re besties” because when Asmo pulls away with a giggle and a grin, telling them how much fun that was, it doesn’t feel serious.

It would take a moment of angst – either Asmo feeling like MC doesn’t take his advances seriously enough (and they don’t) or MC getting down on themselves – for them to realize.

Asmo would pull them into his room and leave small kisses all over them, peppering in compliments. “You’re so gorgeous, and I adore looking at your face.” Then, he would kiss their cheek. “You’re such a sweetheart.” Then, the other cheek. “I always have so much fun when I’m with you. I don’t ever want you to leave my side.” He would kiss their forehead. “I want you to feel confident; you’re such a wonderful soul.” (He would probably add more compliments if MC was feeling self-conscious.)

His words would get sweeter and more honest. “I feel seen in your eyes – like every part of me is accepted. I don’t have to play it up or try.” He would work his way down their neck with soft pecks to their skin. “I want to share everything beautiful in this world with you.” In part to avoid meeting their gaze. “I want to make you smile with everything I have.” And in part so he could whisper the words into their ear. “I want to help you whenever you need me. I’ll sit right next to you through any pain and hardships you encounter.” No one else had earned the right to hear his praise and affection. “I want to be a comfort for you – someone you can return to like a home.”

Finally, he would face them with a striking affection. “You know I’m in love with you, right? It’s not just lust and fun. You’re everything. You matter the most – after me, of course. It’s me and you and everything else.”

Asmo seduces everyone. That isn’t shocking. But this was more than seduction. It was genuine courtship. He won’t fault MC for being surprised. It caught him off guard too.

Beelzebub

Beel is not super flirty, but he makes it known that he cares through his actions. So, there aren’t many opportunities for MC to “yes, and” flirt back with him.

He asks them out to get food often and brings them snacks, but that doesn’t signal any romantic intentions. Sometimes he might stare at MC affectionately or admit how happy he is to spend time with them, but it’s nowhere near intense.

Sometimes, he asks for something more selfish. It starts small: petting his head, holding his hand, hugging him. None of those register as seduction from Beel for MC, especially compared to the affectionate nature of his twin. In fact, no one would fault MC for thinking these were platonic wants. After all, Beel has been through a lot. Sometimes this sweet, big baby boy just needs physical affection.

Then, he would get a bit bolder with his requests: “Could you feed me?” “Can I feed you?” “Would you hold me?”

As innocent and platonic as Beel may seem, he makes a lot of off-hand remarks that sound a bit perverted. “I bet MC’s lips would taste good.” “I wonder what you taste like.” “MC has nice hands. I bet they would feel good…” These comments could open the door for some flirting from MC, though. “Wanna taste me, Beel?” “Should I give you a massage? Or maybe something more?”

MC flirting with him would make his heart race. Even if MC didn’t follow through with their flirtatious offer, it would encourage Beel to keep pushing his luck.

Finally, he would ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Beel would look so shy and embarrassed, holding his hands awkwardly to his chest, that it would be hard not to take him seriously. The question – and his desire – would be a slight shock. Beel wouldn’t mind that MC was surprised, although he would be disappointed if he was turned down.

If MC takes him up on that offer, they will come to realize that his ravenous hunger showed itself through a kiss, too – as if he had been starving for MC’s touch and affection.

Belphegor

He’s so affectionate and cuddly. In that way, he’s similar to Asmo; it’s pretty hard to tell how serious and intense Belphie’s feelings are. He’s just kind of like that.

It’s common for Belphie to ask to be spoiled with affection – head pats, feeding him, hugging him, sleeping together, going out with him, praising him, holding his hand, being his pillow, etc.

His need for attention doesn’t cover up for how flushed his face gets when MC is the one to give him affection. His neediness doesn’t explain how much he clings to MC or how he blushes and tells them not to stop touching him.

So, actually, he’s less flirty than he is demanding of attention. Going along with his demands only encourages him to vocalize and act on more of his desires. He’d even ask permission to kiss them and to be kissed.

MC probably wouldn’t figure it out until Belphie starts sleepily trying to make out with them.

“Belphie, are you half-asleep?” “What? No. I’m awake. Why?” “That was a really heated kiss.” “Of course it was. Can we keep going?” “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t you like me back? We sleep together, go on dates, cuddle, and you even let me kiss your face and neck whenever I please. Don’t you want to go further?”

It hits them. Belphie can read the look of surprise on MC’s face, and it makes him pout. MC really should have known how he felt by then, but he’s confident that his affection is reciprocated before MC even responds.

“Sheesh. You’re really difficult, you know? I’ve had to do a lot of the work here because you’re so dense.” Belphie would straddle MC’s lap and take off his shirt. “I’ll let it go this time, but you better start putting in more effort from now on.”

A/N: Only about 1 hour left to vote in the poll. And we just got to 100 so y'all are getting 2 posts this month. Genuinely, I typed this a/n up, talking about only needing one more vote, checked it again, and the one vote is no longer needed. Good job, y'all. I swear if there are ties...

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diagonal-queen · 11 months

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chuuya, kunikida, and dazai with an s/o who would hide under the bed for no reason besides its nice down there and would sometimes grab their ankle to scare them

i would love to hang out under my bed tbh but i keep all my stuff under there lol. good deterrent for demons because then they can't fit under there

S/O who hides under the bed

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara, Doppo Kunikida, Dazai Osamu x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are these guys with an S/O who likes hanging out under the bed?

♡ cw: Swearing, teensy tiny bit of NSFW in Dazai's part.

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Seriously though. Thank you guys for all your sweet comments and messages I really appreciated all of them very much (and yes each one made me cry). I might not say it very much but I love all of you guys and I'm thankful for your support. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Chuuya:

He's just kinda like...wha...? He's so confused at first lol

Even if you grab his ankle and try to scare him, he's just like...why'd you do that babygirl (gender neutral term). He'd also find it kind of adorable how frustrated you get that it didn't work, but what were you expecting? He's a mafia executive babygirl (again, gender neutral term)

Chuuya is little amused by your under-the-bed habit and lowkey thinks it's pretty cute. At first though he was kinda worried as to what caused it, but if it makes you feel better then he doesn't care

If he wants you out of there he will coax you out with your favourite food or something like you're a puppy (he's getting his yearning for a pet dog out of his system don't worry)

Probably wouldn't go under the bed with you super often, but you guys would have a lot of conversations while he's laying on the bed and you're laying under it. It's surprisingly easy to do!

Would start leaving you little gifts/snacks down there sometimes as a surprise

Probably wouldn't encourage you to sleep under there though. Spinal health and all

As always Chuuya is very supportive and all he wants is for you to feel happy and safe <3

Kunikida:

Worried about this habit at first. He assumes that it's some kind of trauma response. Whether it is or it isn't he'll learn to accept it don't worry

That being said he doesn't really love it. If you wanna relax he'd rather that you do it in a more comfortable space. If you're under there because you don't feel great then he'd rather you just talk to him. He'd do (almost) anything to make you feel better :')

If you grabbed his ankle one time to scare him he might never recover. Like he'd be genuinely terrified. Might faint or burst into tears or scream or something idk

Absolutely would chide you for your "childish behaviour". In all honesty he just feels like it's something Dazai would do and he suffers enough from this kind of thing at work

But yes in the end he would forgive you if you apologised to him. Might not be so kind if you continued trying to scare him though

Leaves you a pillow and a blanket down there just in case you get cold. He won't leave any food though because he's worried about ants and mould and stuff

Wouldn't go under there with you though. Sorry but he just doesn't wanna 😪

Honestly? As long as you're getting your shit done, he doesn't mind where you spend your free time

Dazai:

He literally doesn't even question it. Sometimes small spaces are just cosy y'know?

Dazai literally lived in a shipping container (at least I think? I haven't read Stormbringer yet T-T). He'd be all up for hanging out under the bed whether or not you were with him lol

The first time you grab his ankle to scare him, if you're lucky, you'll catch him off guard. But you're never getting his ass again, ever

I mean sometimes he might play along to humour you, but you'll literally never actually scare him again. Like he just walks into your bedroom under the assumption that you're under the bed and prepared to scare him.

Straight up if he can't find you when he wakes up or something he'll just guess that you're under the bed and won't bother you.

That being said if you straight up disappeared or something he'd obviously worry about you. But he gives you space when you need it, and will only come under the bed with you if you say he can

Also he would definitely start doing it to you. Both as revenge and just because he thinks it's funny, but he'll stop if you ask him to (you don't. It straight up becomes a war)

He straight up might try to get it on with you under the bed, as if there's room or something. Damnit Dazai

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artful-aries · 1 year

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How They Flirt With You (Thoma, Ningguang, Xiao)

Thoma

He is sweetness personified, and is absolutely precious in how he flirts with you. Some of his flirtations could go unnoticed or be taken as basic kindness, but eventually it would be noticeable how he is always ready to bend over backwards for you, more so than most

He’s going to make you your favorite dishes at every opportunity, mend your favorite shirt if you complain about a new hole that’s appeared, and will constantly try to line up his schedule so that he is free when you’re free

It’s easy to just mistake these actions as Thoma just being kind though, which does frustrate him. Sure he normally goes the extra mile when helping people, but can’t you see that it’s so much different when he does it for you?

When his attempts don’t register with you, he begins to doubt himself a little. Perhaps this was your way of letting him down easy? After mulling over it some more, Thoma would decide to refine his efforts to be a little more direct before he gives up

He compliments you on your appearance frequently, and looks for excuses to ‘accidentally’ brush his hand against yours, or lay a gentle hand on your shoulder or hips. He’s just so touch starved at this point, he’s willing to do anything to satiate his deep crush on you just a little bit, so long as you don’t express discomfort

Any time you express a negative or even neutral opinion of yourself, this man is going to suddenly turn into your number one cheerleader, reminding you just how great you are (an opinion that may or may not be biased)

It’s his words of lovely affirmation and the gentle look in his eyes that would finally clue you in to the fact that he is trying to flirt with you, desperately so

With each kind word or action he does, you begin to notice the glimmer of hope behind his eyes, hoping that this time will be the time that you get it. This time you will realize that no, he is not just kind, he is absolutely smitten with you

Thoma would definitely combust if you were to ever flirt back with him, especially if you took a more teasing route with it. He would turn a deep red at your words, unable to stutter out any kind of coherent response

Though he would have been lamenting how dense you were to his flirtations this whole time, he would be pretty dense himself and not realize that your teasing flirtations were in fact genuine and not just making fun of him

Ningguang

Flirting isn’t her MO, but not because she is awkward or clumsy. She genuinely just doesn’t see the point in flirting too much; if she sees something she wants, she’s going to be very direct about it

Time is money, and she certainly isn’t going to beat around the bush

Still, for the sake of not coming across too strong or seeming creepy, she will allot a set of time to made casual advances towards you

Grazing touches are her go to method; it’s an action that is light enough not to make you uncomfortable, but undeniably flirtatious so that there is absolutely no confusion or chance of misreading the situation. Ningguang is into you, and wants you to know it

She’s also going to be giving you borderline bedroom eyes, staring at you with a sly smirk any time you enter her line of sight

When this somehow doesn’t work, or doesn’t work quickly enough for her, she is definitely going to buy you very lavish gifts, somewhat flexing her position as the Tianquan in the process

She doesn’t want you to think she’s only about money, but it’s no secret that having the amount of money she has is a huge plus. She wants you to know that she would take care of you should you reciprocate her flirtations, you’ll never be left wanting anything for another day of your life

To add icing to the cake, Ningguang will not hold back her praise for you. She’s going to compliment every aspect of you, head to toe, as well as make remarks about how your intellect interests her, or how you have unique opinions

If after all of this you somehow still did not seem to catch on to her feelings, Ningguang will become impatient and just straight up confess that she likes you

However, if you do return her flirtations without her having to confess, it almost excites her. She’ll keep exchanging flirtations with you back and forth until one of you finally decides to give in and confess

Ordinarily she’s not one to ‘waste time’ like this, but the opportunity to see how you flirt and how far you’ll go is just too good for her to pass up

You will end up winning this competition though, because before long Ningguang will just be dying to get the confession out of the way to get to the good part

Xiao

He doesn’t really know what flirting is, and also doesn’t see the point of it

If he likes you, he likes you and will just come out and say it. Doesn’t understand why humans like to avoid telling the truth of their feelings. If you were to tell him that flirting can be fun for humans, the concept just goes over his head. It just seems like too much of a hassle to him

Despite this, there are telltale signs that he has feelings for you before he even confessed

Xiao has a staring problem, you’ll think he absolutely hates your guts by the way he glared at you all the time. In reality, he’s just trying to piece together why a human would be making him feel all of these strange emotions suddenly

The second sign is that his cheeks will flush ever so slightly when you get close to him. He will act like he doesn’t want you to get close because of his karmic debt, which is partially right, but mostly he just gets way too flustered when you get close to him

The third sign that he likes you is how grumpy he is whenever he rescues you from hilichurls, demons, or any other threat in Liyue. He scolds you almost like a parent would, criticizing your decisions that landed you in that situation in the first place

The truth is that he was very worried about you, but he just doesn’t know how to express that in a way that doesn’t come across as a little bit rude or condescending of your ability to protect yourself

The fourth and final sign that he cares about you; he will give you permission to call his name whenever you need him

Even when you put Xiao to the test and say his name randomly at odd hours, he is there immediately. He gets angry when you just do it for non emergency reasons, but he will never tell you to stop

If you were to use this opportunity to flirt with him, Xiao.exe stops working. He doesn’t even know how to handle your advances, and will likely just teleport back to Wangshu Inn once you confirm you aren’t in danger. He totally doesn’t spend the rest of his evening staring up at the starlit sky, blushing and thinking about how you flirted with him

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love-hatred-stuff · 7 months

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“tales of bucky’s heart“

- close enough -

~(from this fic) my new series

~ enjoy! I hope you like it!

„She’s just- too much. I think. I don’t know! I don’t know why it’s bothering me all of the sudden, it never did before.“ Bucky’s distraught voice clung to the walls of your apartment kitchen. Steve trying to listen, instead of judging the way he was feeling right now.

Bucky knew Steve probably wasn’t the best person to tell this. Because Steve was like a brother to you. He was protective, because he loved you dearly. He would put you over everything if it came down to it, he always knew that. But Steve was the only one Bucky would be honest with in this situation. Although he would be the hardest on him.

„So you’re saying, she’s too clingy?“ Steve raised a brow at him, confused as to why he would feel this way towards you if you’ve been nothing but a understanding and loving girlfriend.

„No- yes. I’m not sure!“ Bucky wiped his face in frustration.

You clutched your chest, feeling your fast heartbeat and your quickening breath with it. Back pressed against the wall, which separated you from them.

„Tell her then. Be open with it. You know it’s best if you just communicate your feelings. She will understand and you two will figure this out. Just don’t expect me to pick sides here.“ Steve tells him honestly.

The air felt like the oxygen in it was slowly dwindling, because nothing reached your lungs. Causing you to find refuge in your bedroom across the hall, here you locked the door and fell into bed, ordering the tears to stay back. As your breathing calmed down, you fell asleep into a restless slumber.

The knocking on the door woke you. Wiping your eyes and starting to remember what had happened, you forced yourself to stand up and put on a tight lipped smile.

Bucky was already asking for you, concerned as to why you would lock the door, you never did that.

When you opened up, relieve washed over his face.

„Baby. What were you doing? Since when do we lock doors?” His calming eyes searched for yours and they almost drew you in like they always did, but you refused to believe that he was being genuine.

„I don’t even remember doing it, must’ve been reflex. Just fell asleep.” You lied, avoiding looking at him directly, because he could tell you weren’t telling the truth.

He hummed in response.

„Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Bucky tried caressing your arm but you moved away.

A cold pain rushed through him. And panic immediately after.

„Baby, what’s wrong? Are you sure you’re okay? You can tell me everything. Even if it’s something I did. Let me help you, hm?“ All he ever wanted was to please you. And seeing you act so distant made his heart ache awfully.

„No, I just- Yeah, let’s watch a movie. Is Steve still here? Sorry if I missed saying goodbye.“ You gave him a cheeky smile. One that made it look like you weren’t having doubts about the person you loved more than life itself.

„That’s fine, doll.“ He gave you a gentle smile, trying to give you comfort without touching you again.

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Usually when you two watched tv just to relax and calm your minds a bit, you were always tangled up in each others arms, no matter the heat. You just wanted to be close.

But not today. And that got him feeling like someone was ripping at his chest without end. Bucky couldn’t concentrate on the movie that was playing, not in the slightest. Not while you sat there, on the other end of the couch, curled up in nothing but the blanket around your body. He never thought he would once desire to switch roles with a blanket.

He wasn’t the only one feeling upset, though. No one could guess what was going on inside your head. And you were internally beating yourself up over being so clingy and affectionate. You had thought he always liked the way you two warmed each others hearts as well as bodies.

James just hoped it would be a matter of just a few hours, that you didn’t want to be touched right now and that tomorrow everything would get back to normal.

Except it wasn’t going to be like that.

The morning after, nothing in your behavior had changed. In fact, you were trying even more to avoid him. Not granting him his usual sweet good morning kiss. Not letting him hug you from behind while you made coffee. You always found a way to snatch out of his grasp.

——

When the evening came around and you just got home from your weekly meet with the Avengers, Bucky begin pleading with you. Asking why you were acting this cold towards him.

“I just don’t feel like touching at the moment. I’m not in the mood for it.“ You stated. You were lying and Bucky just wouldn’t believe this.

„But why? Did I do something that made you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry if I did and didn’t even notice! Please just tell me!“ He got closer but forced himself to keep the distance you so desperately wanted to have between you.

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kisses-for-you · 2 months

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Jealousy - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

Summary: Carlos gets jealous when one of your friends 'flirts' with you, causing you two to get in an argument.

Word Count: 1,271

Carlos and you return to your shared apartment after a night out with friends. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, then sinks into the couch, visibly troubled by jealousy. In his mind, another guy had been getting too close to you at the party and Carlos is seriously struggling to conceal his sadness.

He's upset but he doesn't want to tell you why; he's way more sad than angry.

As you ask him what's wrong for what seems like the thousandth time, he just gives you the same vague response - "I'm fine."

It's obvious that's a lie though. You release a quiet sigh, knowing that something is wrong and you're determined to uncover the truth. "Carlos, I can tell something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

He sighs and lies straight to your face once again, "I'm just tired, honey," pretending to rub his eyes dramatically. In reality, his mind is in turmoil. It's way too loud and chaotic currently.

And you see right through his lies. He has always been an awful liar. So he can see that you aren't accepting his answer, you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an actual response.

"...I don't want you to hang out with that guy anymore.." The words finally leave his mouth in a quiet voice. He avoids making eye contact with you while sitting on the end of the couch.

You feel your face twist in confusion as you look at him, trying to understand what could've made him feel this way. "Him? Why?"

"Please don't act like you don't know why," he says, looking up at you with a frown. His jealousy is intensifying and his tone is firm.

You feel even more puzzled at his words. You genuinely can't see anything wrong with your friend. Because there is nothing.

"Well, I can't pretend if I really don't know," you respond.

He sighs, frustrated, and leans back against the back of the couch. Carlos is really upset now, not knowing how to deal with these emotions he's experiencing. He can feel the anger creeping up on him as he looks at you once again.

"He's too flirty."

Flirty? You guys were just talking. What on earth is Carlos talking about?

"He wasn't flirting with me, Carlos."

"Yes, he was! He was checking you out all night long. How can you not see that?!" he almost yells the words out, his anger starting to get worse.

Annoyed, you start to raise your voice at him, "He's just a friend! He's like my brother! Why the fuck are you acting so overprotective?"

Carlos sits back up, raising his voice as well. It's almost like a competition of who can yell louder at this point.

"I'm not being overprotective - I'm defending our relationship! I'm not comfortable with that guy around you. Honey, you know how he feels about you!"

You guys are literally just friends. Seriously, what is Carlos' problem?

"Carlos, he doesn't have a crush on me. We're friends. Nothing more."

Carlos is about to snap. This isn't going well at all.

"He does have a crush on you, okay? It's obvious. He's doing all these things because he wants you!"

Oh, if you weren't pissed already then you definitely are now.

"God. Can't I just have a male friend without you automatically assuming they like me?!"

"It's not just any male friend, Y/N! This time he does like you! I know when a guy has a thing for you!" he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down slightly but still visibly agitated.

Your brows furrow as you speak, "How do you know that? Besides he knows I'm in a relationship. He's not like that."

Carlos lets out a loud sigh. "I have a better idea, Y/N. Why don't you just admit that you like the attention he is giving you?" Wow. That just.. came out. It sounded a bit harsh. Maybe he didn't actually mean that.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" You pause for a moment before continuing, "You know what, don't answer that. You're actually being such an asshole right now."

Carlos feels the weight of his words sinking in, regret starting to creep in. He knows he's crossed a line with his accusation, but his jealousy and insecurity have clouded his judgment. He looks at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes, and feels a pang of guilt.

He sits in silence for a moment, then, he stands up and moves towards you, wanting to apologise.

"I didn't think before I said that. I'm sorry, babe... I didn't mean it," he apologises. Part of you wants to push him away, but another part just wants this to be done already.

"Don't," you say looking up at him sadly, "Don't pretend like you didn't mean that."

Carlos is hurt by your reaction. His heart sinks as he realizes the depth of the hurt he's caused. He takes a step back, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. He sits down again, he doesn't know what else to do. As he sits down, he feels a strange feeling in his stomach. He wants to cry. That comment was stupid, his behaviour was stupid, he is stupid.

"I'm going to the bedroom," you tell him, your voice cracking as you try to hold back some tears.

"Honey!.." Carlos lets out, but it's too late. You've left the room and gone back to your bedroom, alone.

Carlos sits alone in the living room, knowing he messed up. He's filled with regret for letting his jealousy get the best of him and saying hurtful things. As he sits there in the silence, he replays the argument in his mind, wishing he could take back his words and handle the situation differently.

As soon as you sit on the bed, you start to sob, letting it all out as you think about the argument.

Carlos is feeling miserable too. But instead of crying, he is beating himself up for the stupid things he said to you. He feels really bad.

After some time passes in complete silence, he can't take it anymore. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. As he walks in, he hears you crying but you don't hear him enter.

Carlos sits down on the edge of the bed, having an intense urge to hug you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I.." he says as he chokes up. He wants to apologize properly but he doesn't know how.

You look over at him, eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to shout or call you an asshole. You were just trying to look out for me. I'm sorry."

Carlos pulls you gently into a tight hug. He can hear your sniffling and just wants to make you feel better.

"Shh, it's okay.." He whispers, "I'm the one who owes you an apology, here I am - trying to look out for our relationship and then I say the stupidest things."

You hug him back and chuckle softly as you speak, "I think we both said some dumb things."

Carlos smiles, feeling a bit relieved. "You're right, I just got a bit caught up by that jealous feeling. I'm not sure how to deal with it. I don't want to be an overprotective boyfriend."

"Just talk to me next time, Carlos."

"I will, honey." Carlos smiles and pulls you closer to him and that's how you spend most of the night - in each other's arms.

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noosayog · 1 year

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[Hate That You Know Me] in which you hate Kita because he's hot

wc: 1.7k

warnings/content: wouldn't be a true noosayog piece without a hint of jealousy, minimal angst, mostly fluff, enemies-to-lovers

You’re not a very big fan of your tutor, Kita Shinsuke. He's straight-arrow, strict, and unsociable. He’s not very kind when you get something wrong, either. After the third question you answer incorrectly, Kita sighs and closes the textbook in his hands.

“Let’s just pick up tomorrow.”

“Fine,” you huff. He didn’t have to sigh that loud. It’s not like you were stupid. You just cared about things other than scoring higher than 90 points in every subject. You wanted to enjoy your youth and high school life. Besides, you were scoring above average in almost every subject. When your parents confronted you about a mere 70 points you received on a History quiz, you didn’t think it a big deal. Until Grandma Yumie in the neighborhood offered up her smart grandson, who happens to be top of his class, as your tutor. Without your consent, your parents had approached Kita with a part-time job offer tutoring you after school.

“Kita has volleyball practice afterschool!” you refute, face warm from the embarrassment of your parents sucking up to whom they thought was a “handsome, young man” and the 70-point exam Kita was currently studying. You had never really known Kita that well, but everyone in your grade knows him. You stare at him with wide, intent eyes, begging and signaling him to turn down the offer, make an excuse, say he was busy, anything. But he doesn’t even spare you a glance.

“I can help after volleyball practice, if that’s not too late.”

Your mom squeals in delight and bows a thank you. You huff out a harsh breath and that’s what finally gets Kita’s attention.

“I’m sure you can improve with practice,” he nods at you.

–

It’s your 3rd studying session, when Kita notices it.

“You’re not really that bad at History.”

“I know,” you deadpan. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you this whole time.”

He ponders this. “Why did you agree to tutoring then?”

You’re going to blow a gasket for sure. “I didn’t!”

He tilts his head, in genuine confusion, but that doesn’t make you any less pissed off. In fact, his obliviousness makes you even angrier.

“Why didn’t you tell your parents you didn’t need it?”

“I’m going to strangle you,” you mumble to yourself. “I did. Did they seem like the type who would listen?”

“You should’ve been more direct with them, then,” he says archly. “Let’s keep going.”

– Your relationship with Kita is mutual dislike. Well, he doesn’t seem to hate you the same way you openly express your disdain for him, but he certainly hasn’t been the kindest to you. He says things like, “I would expect that you don’t get these easy questions wrong,” “please stop being difficult and answer the next question,” or here’s the kicker: “don’t project your frustrations on me.”

That one made you want to push him out the window.

When you ask your classmates what they think of him, most of them describe him as a model student who’s always willing to help if you ask. Apparently, he’s kind, smart, captain of the popular volleyball team, and it helps that he’s hot. Well, he doesn’t show a single bit of that side to you. He’s mean, even a little petty.

When you complain to Aran, he just laughs. “Kita’s just teasing.”

You scrunch your nose up in response.

–

One afternoon, your club activities go longer than you’re expecting. You set out to find Kita to let him know. You don’t know what comes over you, but you ask, “do you just want to walk home together? I can wait for you.” Your face feels hot and you don’t look him in the eyes.

“No, thanks,” he fires back, without even pausing for a second to think about it.

“What, why!” Was walking home with you so bad? Besides, it just makes sense. You’re going to the same place anyway!

“Go home by yourself, before it gets dark.” he says, before turning around to go back into the gym.

“Fine!” and you stomp away. He didn’t have to turn you down that hard. It wasn’t like you were asking him out on a date or anything. Your face is warm and your heart is pounding. You tell yourself it’s indignation, but feel the hurt seeping through your ribcage into your heart.

You’re dreading that night’s study session, but Kita acts completely like normal when he arrives at your house. You’re still flustered and reeling from the embarrassment of his rejection, running your mind in circles at why you’re so bothered by it.

“What’s on your mind?” he prompts.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“You’re not focused at all. You’ll never improve at this rate.”

Had you not been so wrapped up in reminding yourself that you hated him, you might have noticed the teasing intonation in his voice and the slight tilt of his lips upwards in a discrete smirk. But all you hear is the usual patronizing tone and your frustrations burst like a dam at how unaffected he is.

“I’m thinking about you!” you yell. “You and your stupid… stupid… just stupid!”

He’s looking at you with his signature stoic demeanor, but you catch the slight puff of air he lets out and the twitch of his lips.

“Are you laughing?” you ask incredulously. What was so funny about this situation? You’re in a crisis here, and he’s the epicenter!

He clears his throats and stands up. “Let’s go to the convenience store. You need a cold drink or snack to calm down.”

Your mind is whirling and a part of you is starting to understand that you’re letting yourself get jerked around, but you follow anyway.

–

You’re on autopilot the entire journey until the two of you run into a girl who you vaguely recognize from school. Kita leaves your side and approaches her.

“Suna, what are you doing out so late by yourself?”

“My brother was supposed to be with me, but I don’t know where he went. Probably just went home ahead of me. It’s okay, I’m going home now anyway.”

You watch with growing resentment as Kita pats her head and gives her a gentle smile you’ve never been on the receiving end of. “We’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself at this hour.”

So he wanted to walk this Suna girl home, but it was okay to let you go home by yourself earlier?

“Is that okay?” she asks, glancing at you.

“Yes, of course.” Kita responds as you stare at the ground.

–

Kita and Suna seem to know each other well enough. She even seems to know all the news about the volleyball season and the two of them are chatting animatedly about the upcoming opponents and strategies. You follow sulkily, five gaping feet behind them. Kita seems to be in a great mood, all laughs and smiles, and you hate him for it.

Turns out, Suna’s house is close by and she bows a polite goodbye when you all arrive at her door.

“Let’s go,” he turns to you.

You turn your cheek to him. “I can go home by myself. We’re done studying tonight, anyway.”

“Hey, c'mon. I can’t let you walk home by yourself at this hour.”

You want to whirl on your heels and give him your fiercest glare and snarl to scare him off, but you just say, “it’s fine. It’s not like I need to be walked home anyway.” Even you hear the hurt in your voice.

“Hey…” he says softly. He comes up around you to face you and gently takes hold of your hands. “What’s this attitude about?”

“Nothing,” you say, still staring at the ground.

“Okay,” he says. “Then do you want to talk about what you said at first?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“When you said you were thinking about me.”

You whip your head up to face him so fast, you nearly headbutt his chin. “I didn’t say that!”

“Yeah, you did.” He’s smirking openly now. “I want to know what you meant by it.”

“It meant nothing!” you burst, annoyed by how he seems to be enjoying this whole situation. He’s always this stoic mask; you’re unaccustomed to this smug personality before you right now. Aran’s words echo, he’s teasing.

“Nothing?” he says, playful lilt to this voice. He’s inching closer by the second and you’re suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

“Kita…” you whisper. His hot breath and clean scent is fogging up your consciousness and you hear someone say, “I like you.”

You watch Kita’s smirk widen into a bright smile and you don’t mind the “I-win” light in his expression if he smiles like that all the time. To you and to only you.

He’s leaning in for a kiss and you have no control over your body as you help him close the gap between you two. It’s a brief kiss, respectful of your boundaries, very Kita-like. His slow, deep breaths bring you back down to earth.

“Wait!” you say, sudden thought striking you. “What about that Suna girl?”

He gives you a confused look. “What about her?”

“You’re always saying mean things to me and you told me to go home by myself after school today, even though you were all nice to her and saying you couldn’t let her walk home by herself!”

“Jealous?” he teases.

"No!” you can’t help but huff and turn your back to him, arms crossed over your chest childishly.

He huffs a quiet laugh and turns you by your shoulders to look at him again. His expression is sober now, eyes serious even if a shadow of a grin remains on his lips. “I’m sorry. I want to be kind to you, but it’s just so fun to tease you,” he admits. “I will stop if you don’t like it.”

Struck by his earnestness, you’re embarrassed by how childish you’ve been acting. “I never said I didn’t…” you trail off.

The grin is back when he says, “say you didn’t what?”

You glare at him, face on fire. “I hate you.”

“I like you, too,” he smiles, bringing his face back to yours and apologizing with gentle kisses.

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mugeesworld · 1 year

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Zoro with a chubby partner head cannons!

Female y/n / NSFW (you've been warned)

If you like these then go check out my others for characters like luffy, Franky, and Ukai! ♥︎

Zoro 100% most definitely likes thicker women. And being chubby? Even better⁉️

He would love a chubby girl friend. Especially if you are shorter. He would literally die. Now. Their wasn't any chubby women in one piece that wasn't stereotyped. The creator always did them so dirty. And even in the one piece world their isn't a lot of chubby women.

Other then older gals. So when zoro layed his eyes on you..... Ooooo you best believe he was flabbergasted. He would stare for so long until you or someone else caught him. He wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you.

Watching you walk around so elegantly. How your body would react to every step you took. It's mesmerizing to him. He could watch you all day. He probably be to scared to come up to you directly so he would "accidentally" bump into you saying. "Watch it!"

And when you go to apologize for not looking where you were going his heart would stutter. Seeing your fully eyes and soft, chubby face look up at him frightened by the sudden contact. "Ah sorry about that!" you say. He would get distracted looking at your face and almost forget to respond. "Whatever. Just watch where you're going next time." he grumbles even though he wasn't frustrated at all.

He goes on with his day. You not being able to leave his mind. So when the crew asked if he wanted to go drinking later that night he immediately said yes trying not to get to excited. Not only wanting to go to get a drink but to see you since he seen you entering a bar before he left.

When he gets to the bar he is excited to see you're the bar tender. Serving all the customers behind the counter in your cute little apron. He walks over to the bar and tales a seat waiting for you to pass by him to ask if he would like a drink.

"Hi their! What can i get for ya- oh. Hey you're the guy I bumped into earlier. Sorry about that again! I was in a rush since I was late." you say scratching your neck. Now he isn't big on flirting. Matter of fact he never flirts but with you? He couldn't help it. He couldn't keep himself together.

"How about a free drink then huh? Since you're so sorry..." he says chuckling a bit. You smile and cross your arms putting them on the counter."Sorry bubby but I can't do that! Don't want to get in trouble!" you say.

He hums in response. Thinking about what to say. "That's to bad. Maybe you can repay me in some other way then?" he whispers. You tilt your head at his words. What does he mean?

"We could work something out possibly. I'm off at 10 we can discuss it then." you respond going along with it. He chuckles and stand up."See you at 10 sweetheart" he says walking off to find his crew.

When the time came you locked up the doors and was about to head home for getting yells agree ment. Since you thought he was just teasing. As you start to walking off you hear someone call for you. "Where are you off to? Thought we had a deal?" he hums walking towards you.

"Oh you actually stayed?" you ask a little shocked that he stayed. "Of course I stayed. I'm a man of my word" he responds getting closer. You think for a moment."Well we could go for a walk! Their isn't anywhere that's open at this time so I can't necessarily treat you to something. I know a spot we could sit at!" you say not sure on what he would like to do.

Zoro gives you a confused look realizing you didn't know what he actually ment. He thought y'all we're on the same page. He feels his heart beat faster hearing you say that. You genuinely wanted to spend time with him and get to know him. He was shocked

"Oh yeah.... Sure." he says. You smile and grab his hand to head towards your favorite spot on the island. "Let's go!" you yell dragging him along. He blushes feeling you grab him and start pulling him. "W-woah! Slow down damn it!" he says trying not to trip as you pull him.

You both make it to your favorite spot. Its a bench in a park that's close to a clif. You can see the stars perfectly. Y'all sit down and start to get to know each other. To his surprise you don't care he's a pirate and say you're used to it since you're a bar tender. After talking for a bit y'all sit in silence.

Not a awkward silence. And calming one. Just enjoy each other's presence. "Hey zoro.. Why did you agree to come out here with me?" you ask finally. Zoro turns his head away trying to think of a response. "Idk.... I just wanted to get to know you.." he admits even though that's not fully true.

You smile. "Oh I see. It's nice to get to know you zoro. I'm glad I bumped into you." you say yawning. You lay back onto the bench and feel your eyes get heavy. "I'm gonna rest my eyes for a minute." you whisper before drifting off to sleep.

Your body starts to fall since a bench isn't the best place to sleep. Zoro panics and quickly grabs you pulling you to his chest. After realizing what he did he starts to panic more. "Tck stupid" he says softly to you not wanting to wake you. He gets comfortable and eventually falls asleep with you in his arms.

After that night you and him started to get closer. He introduced you to the crew and luffy asked you to join to be a bar tender. (He asks you after seeing how You deal with some bitch ass pirates that came in trying to cause a scene) You happily agreed. And from then on out. You and zoro got closer. Taking naps together. Drinking together.

He finally broke the awkward "friendship" y'all had going on one night when y'all we're drunk. He kisses you softly with flushed cheeks from the alcohol. "You're so damn pretty y/n. Fuck." he admits. The next morning when he remembers what he did he tries to avoid you until you finally close in on him and kiss him saying you liked him also.

And from then on out y'all weren't just friends. Y'all we're dating. It took him a while to get used to the affection you would give him. His love language being quality time time ment he loved when you would watch him work out or take naps with him through out the day.

He favorite way to nap is with his head on your lap. He would never admit it though. He only does it in private very rarely on the deck. He doesn't want people to think he's soft. When ever you would kiss him or hug him on the deck in front of the crew he would immediately get embarrassed and start panicking. You loved teasing him. He would never admit that he likes it though.

Your always by his side. Just how he likes it. He wants to protect you and keep you safe. Even if his love language isn't physical touch he enjoys laying a hand on your knee when sitting beside each other. He likes the way your legs look when you cross them and can't help but want to squeeze them. Just feeling the warmth from your soft body helps him relax.

Or if y'all are sitting beside each other with a table covering yalls lap he might even hold you hand. He loves your hands. That might even be his favorite part about you. How they are always warm. He loves when you grasp his face with your soft hands so he can rest his head. Or if y'all are sitting down leaning on each other. He would Lean in and lay on your chest.

He just likes to nap with you fr.

He loves having you on top of him when cuddling. Having a arm around you holding you close as you lay on his chest. It makes him happy to know your secure. He likes to just watch you sleep sometimes. (Creeper)

When he is in the mood he likes to come up behind you grabbing your love handles and slowly start rubbing them. Snaking his hands under your shirt to get a better feel. He loves the way you feel.

When it comes to sex he's rough. Like he going ham. But sometimes when he turned or his muscles are hurting. He likes having you on top. Grinding on him and going up and down. Resting his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. He can't get enough of it.

Or having your legs on both sides of him and lay on his chest wrapped your arms around him. If you go to slow he will slam up into you.

But when he's not sore? Ooooooooo you best be ready. He goes hard. Like no time to get used to it and go slow to fast. He wants to feel you. He likes missionary. Seeing your face and having your legs wrapped around him.

Or holding you in his arms as he slams himself up into you against a wall. He definitely a grunter to. He's not that loud in bed but every time he thrust inside you he can't help but let out a grunt. He tries to hide his moans.

He enjoys eating you out too. Having your hands and chest pressed against the wall as he grabs your ass and eats you from the back. His favorite way. He likes to see you arch. And don't get me started on blow Jobs.

He is rough with then too. If you have a gag reflex you won't in another week. He's the type to grab your head and just fuck your mouth. He don't care. He putting that pretty mouth of yours to work.

He might not be the type to moan but he talks dirty. If you would like it he would definitely call you a slut and low-key slut shame you knowing you enjoy it.

When you look a little to sexy he can't help but come up behind you and grind on you. Before taking your arms and pinning you against a wall pressing your chest and hands against it. Watching you bend over some arching your back still pressed against the wall.

He would grab you by your thighs and just ram into you till your legs are shaking.

Favorite part to grab is in photos. (I tried to use two different body types. But this goes for every single FUCKIN BODY TYPE OK. So if these aren't yours then that's ok♥︎ I just wanted a example for y'all. One of them is a hour glass figure and looks like a model. Not everyone is a hour glass. Ik im not lol. And that's ok.)

It's sorta like the place where your hip dips and thighs meet. So ig it's not just one spot. He would like both of those ⁉️

Almost like your v line. When he grabs your waist/ side from the front he puts his 4 fingers on the side and then his thumb like inbetween where in connects cause he thinks it's hot. And if it's from the back he does the same except his thumb is on your side and his fingers are there. I really hope y'all understand this. Do I sound crazy? I just think this part of the body is so cute bro.

Now go look at the photo of the girl in the bikini and then come back..... I'll wait.

Do you get what I mean. Isn't that so cute bro. The word crevice is sorta gross sounding but that's sorta what it is.

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mar-im-o · 2 years

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The Watcher's hands weave threads of green and gold and red throughout those Grian loves.

And in those threads the Watchers tie souls. Souls bound in love. Souls bound in pain. Souls bound between one another. Some try to fight it--insisting that they are not soulmates, that their soul belongs to another, but it's a tiresome, futile effort to reject the manipulation of the soul.

Not that Grian thinks so.

He's seen how the others react as they try to reject their soulmates. Scott thinks of Pearl constantly, dotes on her well-being, obsessively calls her to him under the guise of toying with her. Martyn sobs for Cleo. BDubs panics when Impulse is too far from him.

The Watcher's threads are strong.

But not to Grian.

"We're not soulmates," he insists one evening, the harsh words riding on the breeze rushing pass their base and off into the ravine.

He's perched atop pointed dripstone, watching lazily as Scar puts the Jellie pandas to sleep. His friend looks up at Grian with a start, brow quirked in a teasing glance. "Oh?"

"Yep," Grian goes on. Clipped wings help him leap from the cake and onto the perimeter of the Jellie Sanctuary. "Big B's my soulmate now. Just so you know."

Scar snorts then turns back the Jellies, feeding one bamboo. "Well, alright then!"

Grian squints. "Seriously. I'm leaving you. Big B and I are running away together."

"Right."

"Far away," Grian says, placing emphasis on the distance as he looks to the sky, pretending not to be drinking in Scar's every reaction. "We're gonna build our own ranch in the mountains. Farm goats."

"Sounds nice."

"Without you."

"Just remember to eat," Scar says with hum, scratching beneath a Jellie's chin. "I'll try not to get us on Red!"

But the red has already infiltrated Grian's soul, shown through a burning in his cheeks. He puffs them out in frustration (a little more bird-like than he'd prefer) feathers at his back fluffing in a similar response as he jumps into the sanctuary.

It spooks the Jellies and a few grumble in response, the one nearly tipping Scar's chair backwards. Scar rights himself with a laugh, finally meeting Grian's eyes.

And he's fine. No hidden jealousy, no subtle longing. Nothing. He's...

He's fine.

Grian puffs up a bit more. "Do you not care if I leave?"

Scar finally seems to register Grian's tone and sobers. He tilts his head, full attention on Grian.

Finally.

"Do you want me to?" Scar asks, and Grian feels like he could explode.

"YES!! We're soulmates! We should be doing what the others are, shouldn't we? Being alone should sound miserable!"

Scar just offers a confused chuckle, looking around the sanctuary as if the Jellies could help him escape. "Well it doesn't sound fun but I don't own you, G. If you want to leave, you can leave!"

"But--" Grian fumbles for words, trying his best to soothe a soul that won't calm. He ends up just crossing his arms. "This isn't how the game goes. Everyone else--they want to be together, they're obsessed with each other. Why aren't we?"

"Because we're not them?" Scar guesses. He's clicked off his brakes so he can move closer to Grian, offering a hand. "Why do you want to be?"

Grian looks away from the open palm.

He doesn't know. He doesn't know why this is so important to him, why he wants to see Scar get worked up and angry and insist that they're meant to be together. He doesn't know why this has him panicking.

Everyone else--their soulmates are their everythings, but no matter what Grian does, Scar's attention can easily find something else. Does that mean he doesn't care?

"Gri?"

Grian sniffs. "You do care, right? About me? You like being soulmates?"

Scar laughs, a bit more genuine in his surprise. "Of course I do! Did you think I didn't?"

"Maybe?" Grian shrugs and, finally, places a hand in Scar's offered palm. Familiar fingers wrap around his, and he's happy to let the sensation calm him. "I just don't get why it hasn't affected us like everyone else. Guess I figured something was wrong."

"Something wrong--?" Scar shakes his head and tugs an unsuspecting Grian forward, the man squawking a bit as he falls forward and into Scar's lap. Scar immediately traps him in a hug, pressing their foreheads together.

When he speaks again it's with a fond smile and a faux British accent. "'I am in your service until you lose your first life'."

The anger disperses at the poor mockery and Grian snorts, making an attempt to shove Scar away. "That's borderline offensive!"

Scar only pulls Grian closer, a teasing glint in his eye. "'I don't want to see him go! I just can't let him go!'"

"Alright," Grian laughs, and he gives in. He melts in Scar's arms, wings a curtain of feathers separating them from the Jellies. And they're alone. And they're together. And Grian is putty in Scar's lap, sturdy arms holding him close. "What's all this then?"

"Proof," Scar says, voice normal again. "And accent practice."

Grian shakes his head. "Needs work. And proof of what?"

"That we're soulmates." Scar's hand moves from Grian's back to his chest, plucking the ethereal thread between them. "The Watchers didn't tie this, Grian. We did. Back when this all started."

"I don't--"

"If we aren't like everyone else, it's because they're all new to this! They've never been bound to someone else before. But we have." Scar's fingers roll into an open palm pressed firmly over Grian's heart. He can feel his heart race at the sensation, and Scar's follows. "We're soulmates, Grian."

And Grian collapses. Tears which threatened his eyes spill and he shifts to wrap his arms around Scar, chests pressed together so that two synced hearts might combine. He buries his face in Scar's neck and Scar holds him.

Scar holds him.

"We're soulmates," Grian whispers to the wind and the evening stars.

And a loyal partner whispers back: "We're soulmates."

#pov i can fix them i can make their relationship better #grian can also be soulmates with big b tho #poly rights #anyways #mcyt #grian #gtws #double life smp #double life #dl smp #trafficblr #scarian #desert duo #fic

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valkyrieeeee · 3 days

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Broken Promises

ᑉ³pairing; Fiancé! Bangchan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Angst

ᑉ³warnings; Arguments, Alcohol, cursing

ᑉ³Authors Note; Surprise.. another angst (said no one ever)!

Sitting alone at the small table in the quaint bakery, surrounded by an array of beautifully decorated cakes, you can't shake the growing sense of unease gnawing at your stomach. Chan was supposed to meet you here for the cake tasting for your wedding, but as the minutes tick by, there's still no sign of him.

Glancing down at your phone for what feels like the hundredth time, you force a smile as you reply to the concerned messages from the bakery staff, assuring them that Chan will be arriving shortly. But with each passing moment, your assurances feel emptier and emptier.

The bakery owner, a middle-aged woman with warm, motherly eyes and flour-dusted apron, approaches you with gentle steps, her expression a mixture of concern and empathy. As she reaches your table, she offers a sympathetic smile, lines of experience etched into the corners of her eyes, revealing a lifetime of witnessing both joy and sorrow.

"Is everything okay, dear?" she asks in a soft, soothing voice, her tone carrying the weight of genuine care. "Your fiancé seems to be running a bit late."

You nod, plastering on a smile that feels more like a grimace. "Oh, he's just caught up with something. He'll be here soon, I'm sure of it."

But even as the words leave your lips, doubt gnaws at the edges of your mind. Where is Chan? Why hasn't he shown up for something as important as choosing your wedding cake?

As the minutes turn into hours, the atmosphere in the bakery grows increasingly awkward. The staff exchange concerned glances, and you can feel the weight of their pitying stares bearing down on you.

Finally, unable to bear the charade any longer, you excuse yourself from the table and step outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall of the bakery, you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the sting of tears threatening to spill over.

You had envisioned this day as a happy occasion, a chance to celebrate your love and plan for your future together. But now, it feels like just another reminder of Chan's inability to prioritize your relationship.

Feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment, you pull out your phone and start typing a message to Chan.

Still, there's no response from Chan. You try calling him, but it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in as you realize that he's not picking up.

Tears blur your vision as you hit send, the weight of Chan's absence bearing down on you like a ton of bricks. You're left feeling hurt and confused, wondering how and why he could have missed something so important to you both.

As you walk briskly away from the bakery, you can't shake the feeling of betrayal that weighs heavy on your heart.

Each step feels like a painful reminder of Chan's absence. Tears threaten to spill over, but you blink them back, refusing to let yourself break down in public.

As you reach your home, you unlock the door with trembling hands and step inside, the familiar surroundings offering a small sense of peace amidst all of your emotions.

Alone in the quiet of your apartment, you finally allow yourself to release the floodgates of pent-up frustration and sorrow. Tears stream down your cheeks as you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the day's events crashing down on you all at once.

You pull out your phone, hoping against hope for a message or a call from Chan, but the screen remains stubbornly blank. With a heavy sigh, you set the device aside, resigning yourself to the painful reality of his absence.

As you sit on the couch, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, the sound of the door unlocking startles you. Your heart leaps with a flicker of hope, but as Chan staggers through the doorway, his movements unsteady and his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol, your hope quickly dissipates into a sinking feeling of disappointment.

"What the hell?" you ask, your voice a mixture of concern and frustration.

Chan's eyes struggle to focus as he blinks blearily at you. He gasps "Babbbyyyyyy" he slurs, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Hi beautifuuull."

Anger bubbles up in your chest, hot and fierce, as you struggle to contain the storm raging inside you. "Don't you 'baby' me," you snap, your voice sharp . "Where have you been, Chan? You were supposed to be with me."

But Chan's smile only widens, oblivious to the turmoil in your heart. "I was out celebrating, love," he says, his words slurred and carefree, as if the weight of his absence bears no significance. "With the boys, you know? It was a great night!"

The audacity of his nonchalant demeanor ignites a fire within you, the flames of your anger burning brighter with each passing moment. "Celebrating? While I sat here waiting for you?" you seethe, your voice trembling with rage. "You were supposed to be at the cake tasting with me. Do you have any idea how important that was? Do you even care about me at all?"

Chan's expression falters, a flicker of confusion dancing in his glazed eyes as he struggles to comprehend the depth of your hurt. "Of course I care, babe," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. "I just... lost track of time, that's all."

Your voice cuts through the air like a knife, sharp and unforgiving, as you confront Chan's feeble attempt to brush off his actions. "No, Chan, you forgot," you repeat, your tone laced with the bitter sting of disappointment. "You forgot about me, about us, about everything we've been planning together."

Chan's gaze flickers with a mix of guilt and frustration, his defenses crumbling under the weight of your accusation. "I didn't mean to," he protests weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You cut him off with a wave of your hand, unable to bear his excuses any longer. "Save it, Chan. We have an important meeting tomorrow morning with the photographer and videographer. We need to finalize the details for the wedding, and I need you to be sober and present for that."

Chan nods, his expression contrite as he sinks onto the couch beside you. "I'll be there, I promise. I'll make it up to you."

You want to believe him, to trust that he'll follow through on his promise, but doubts linger in the back of your mind.

As Chan sinks onto the couch beside you, his expression contrite, you can feel the tension between you thickening. His drunken attempts at affection, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek, elicit a mixture of conflicting emotions within you.

"Chan, I'm not in the mood for this," you murmur, your voice tinged with frustration.

But Chan persists, his touch lingering as he leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "I love you, Y/N," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm sorry for messing up, but let me make it up to you."

You want to believe him, to let yourself be swept away by his words and his touch, but the memory of his absence and his neglect hangs heavy in the air between you. You can't bring yourself to let him off the hook so easily, not when this isn't the first time he's let you down.

With a heavy heart, you push him away gently, your resolve firm despite the ache in your chest. "Not tonight, Chan," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need some space."

Chan's expression falls, disappointment flashing in his eyes before he nods, accepting your decision. "Okay," he murmurs, his voice tinged with regret.

You watch as he retreats to the bedroom, disappointed. Unable to face the thought of sharing a bed with him tonight, you grab a pillow and a blanket, retreating to the couch where you curl up and try to push aside the hurt and disappointment that threatens to consume you.

As you close your eyes and try to drift off to sleep, the ache in your heart remains, a painful reminder of the rift that has grown between you and Chan. You know that tomorrow will bring difficult conversations and tough decisions, but for now, all you can do is try to find solace in the solitude of the couch and hope for a better tomorrow.

The next morning, you awaken with a heavy heart, the events of the previous night weighing heavily on your mind. Despite the restless night, you rise early, determined to face the day head-on.

As you make your way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, you can't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of your stomach. Glancing around the empty room, you realize that Chan is nowhere to be found.

A sense of apprehension washes over you as you check your phone, half-hoping to find a message from Chan explaining his absence. But the screen remains stubbornly blank, devoid of any communication from him.

With a sinking feeling in your chest, you push aside your worries and focus on the task at hand. You have an important meeting with the vendor this morning, and you can't afford to be late.

Quickly finishing your breakfast, you gather your things and head out the door, praying that Chan is already on his way. Maybe he's already on the way, you tell yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm you.

As you arrive at the meeting venue, you scan the area, searching for any sign of Chan. But he's nowhere to be seen, and your heart sinks as the realization dawns on you.

He's done it again.

As you step through the front door, the tension in the air is palpable, thick with unspoken frustrations and simmering resentment. You walk into your bedroom ready to sleep the pain fromt he day away. But your gaze falls upon Chan, seated at his desk, his headphones on as he works on his music, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Without a word, you storm over to him, your anger bubbling over. "Chan, we need to talk," you say, your voice tight with emotion.

Chan looks up, startled by the intensity of your tone. "What's wrong?" he asks, removing his headphones and turning to face you.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you keep letting me down, over and over again," you reply, your voice rising with each word. "What's wrong is that you can't seem to prioritize anything other than your damn music! You forgot about the meeting this morning. Again. Do you even care about our wedding?"

Chan's brow furrows in frustration. "Of course I care, but I had a deadline to meet. I couldn't just drop everything."

"That's not good enough, Chan," you shoot back, your hands trembling with anger. "You promised you would be there. You promised you would start taking our wedding seriously."

"I do take it seriously," Chan insists, his own frustration beginning to show. "But I have other responsibilities too. I can't just neglect my work."

"You're neglecting our relationship, Chan," you retort, the words bitter on your tongue. "You keep putting everything else before us, and I'm sick of it."

Chan stands up, his jaw clenched with pent-up frustration. "I'm doing the best I can, okay? I'm trying to juggle everything, but it's not easy."

Well, it's not good enough," you say, your voice trembling with emotion. "I need someone who can be there for me when it matters, someone who won't let me down."

The air crackles with tension as the weight of your words hangs heavy between you. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the echo of unresolved anger and hurt.

Finally, Chan's voice rises in a roar of frustration. "I'm tired of always being the one to blame! Maybe if you weren't so demanding, I wouldn't have to constantly choose between you and my work!"

You reel back, stung by his words, but before you can respond, Chan continues, his anger pouring out in a torrent of emotion. "You have no idea what it takes to make it in this industry. This is my dream, Y/N. I can't just drop it because you want me to."

Your blood boils at his dismissive tone. "Dream? This isn't just about your dream, Chan. This is about us, about our future together. And you keep throwing it away for some stupid song."

His eyes flash with anger. "Don't you dare belittle my passion like that. You think planning a wedding is more important than my music?"

"Yes, I do!" you shout, your voice echoing off the walls. "Because this wedding is supposed to be about us, about our commitment to each other. But all you care about is yourself."

Chan's nostrils flare, his fists clenched at his sides. "I'm selfish? Look in the mirror, Y/N. All you do is demand, demand, demand. You never think about what I need." He says slaming his headset down. "I'm sick of feeling like I'm not good enough for you! Maybe you should find someone else who can live up to your impossible standards!"

The words hit you like a slap in the face, the sting of his accusation cutting deep. "I'm demanding? I'm demanding because I expect you to show up for the most important day of our lives? Because I expect you to be there for me when I need you?" You take a deep breath. "Maybe... maybe you're right," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we shouldn't be getting married."

Chan's eyes widen in shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly as he struggles to process your words. "Y/N, wait—"

But before he can say anything else, you reach for the engagement ring on your finger, the metal cold against your skin. With a swift motion, you rip it off and fling it at him, the ring soaring through the air before landing with a dull thud at his feet.

Chan's face pales, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watches you turn and storm out of the room, your footsteps echoing off the walls like a thunderous drumbeat.

As you step outside into the cool night air, tears stream down your cheeks, mingling with the bitter taste of regret and heartache. With each step you take away from the house, the weight of your decision presses down on you like a heavy burden, but you know deep down that it's the right choice.

With a heavy heart, you make your way to your parents' house, seeking comfort in the familiar embrace of family. And as you collapse into their arms, the tears come in quickly, a torrent of emotion unleashed in the wake of your shattered dreams.

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 26 days

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ignoring my genuine glee at the button for a moment, wild + ledge

Wild makes a worried noise at the lack of response. “Legend? I’m sorry. I know you don’t like when people tease you about wearing dresses…”He mumbles, and Legend feels his heart break a bit. Fuck, he didn’t mean to make Wild upset. “It just looked like you liked it, is all. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, my bad.” Legend swallows. “You didn’t do anythin,”He mumbles, kicking the ground. “It’s just…I can’t…”Legend sighs, frustrated. “I did like the dress.” “...but?”Wild presses cautiously, careful not to overstep. “But I can’t wear dresses anymore.” Wild looks confused. “Why not?” “Because I’m a guy!”Legend huffs. “Guys don’t…they don’t wear dresses. Or, well—some might, but it’s different for me.” Wild looks even more confused. Legend sighs. He didn’t think he’d ever have to have this conversation with someone. Not..now, anyways. Legend’s been down this road before, but the last person he explained this to was Ravio, which was ages ago. How the hell did he do it then? “I’m not like the rest of you,”Legend sighs, eventually. “I’m a different case. So, as much as I would love to wear dresses, I can’t.” Wild nods, and doesn’t press it further. They gather the rest of what they were out for with no trouble. The confusion lingers in their eyes, though. So Legend doesn’t look at him. It’s not that he doesn’t think Wild will understand. If anyone else would understand—it’d be Wild. But it’s hard for Legend to say it. So he doesn’t.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #arc #the rainbows linked universe tag #lu #linked universe #lu legend #lu wild #trans legend #(he will get the dress dont worry)#(hes just going through it ATM)

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ariasdistress · 1 year

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lucky girl.

pairing: dark!rafe older brother x fem!reader

warnings: EXTREMELY DARK. incest, manipulation, gaslighting, abuse, non-con. all my characters are over 18.

it’s difficult to breathe. it felt like the oxygen fell to a hilt yet a soft melody left his lips. as if nothing was going on. flashes of the minutes before were lurking in his mind.

“don’t move.” rafe struggled as he grabbed the nape of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he whispered threats into your ear.

“nobody is coming for you, so.. stop. fucking. moving.” each enunciation of his anger toward your frustration was laced with disgust, partially because of the scene he walked in on.

it was you, straddling your boyfriend topper. any normal older brother would’ve walked away but his love for you was more deeper than others.

“you made me do this you know?”

the deep humming stopped, you lifted your neck in pain feeling your body going limp in the back seat of the car.

“you’re my sister, i love you. it’s just a type of brotherly love okay? i don’t want to see him ruining your innocence? you’re a good girl. you should stay good.”

he softened his voice, hoping it would console you. maybe even validate his reasons for throwing you into his car and taping your mouth shut.

you nodded to his response, convincing yourself he did it out of love. you agreed with his words, you shouldn’t have sat on topper’s lap, it’s only your older brother’s lap you can sit on. rafe is doing this because he loves you.

those thoughts floated in your mind and a tear ran down your face. that feeling of confusion, the love you have towards rafe coming back up again along with why’s and how’s? why did he hurt you if he loved you?

all of a sudden the car stopped in it’s tracks. heavy footsteps echoed outside, breaking the sound of serene waves greeting the rocks in the distance.

“i don’t want to hurt you, i promise.” rafe settled down next to you, widening his legs a little to brush up against your thigh.

“i don’t want to lose my sweet little sister so quickly to this cruel world” his large hand found its way to the crown of your head, ruffling your hair lovingly while he stared down at the emotions plastered across your face.

“do you forgive your big brother.. y/n?” he says in a playful manner. going as far as pouting his lips to tug at your heart.

rafe quickly turned agitated thinking of topper once again, shifting the lightened mood in the car - “topper shouldn’t even be touching you anyway, i know where he’s fucking been, he’s a slut. he’s not good enough for my sister.” his hand started creeping up your exposed thigh while his face contorted into an expression of disdain. only a short little dress covering your soft bare skin as the older male’s finger tips were dancing along the hem of your skirt.

“nobody will ever be good enough for you. do you hear me? except for me.” dark eyes fixated quickly onto you. you can’t tell whether he was being genuine or sincere. which was a surprise when he took the duct-tape off of your mouth. “speak.”

“but rafe you’re my big brother you can’t say you’re the only one for me?” his eyebrows contorted into disapproval after hearing your opinion as his body moved closer to yours.

“no sweetheart, listen to me. nobody will be good enough for you except me” his tan skin now turned pale, his face flipped into a look of desperation. “you’re mine, nobody elses, my sister all mine. i want to show you how dedicated i am to you.”

he forced his hand under your dress to grab your lacy underwear, pulling it all the way down.

“rafe! stop, i’m your sister. what will our parents think??” you shouted at no immediate response. your older brother now shoving you sideways and pulling your legs over his large and wide shoulders.

rafe smiled down at the scene in front of him, his pretty and tear stained sister’s face looking up at him in pain and confusion. you bit your lip in response, hurt but shy that the aggression made your face warm. lips softly kissing your ankle, making their way down.

in-between kisses he spoke. “what you and i have is special love. they don’t deserve to know. only i deserve you, your beautiful small body. your perfect tits and your angelic eyes. no man could appreciate you the way i can.”

“rafe..” you breathlessly moaned. “we are siblings please, enough, you aren’t supposed to look at me this way” you were using whatever fight you had left to try and leave his grip.

“there are people out there who find other guys but you? you’re special. people will use you and hurt you but i won’t.” rafe muttered under his breath, his hardening dick pressing up against your bare cunt through his sweatpants.

“you want to be a good little sister right? i’m the only one who won’t hurt you, let me have my way with you a little. i won’t tell our parents about it. promise.” he flashed you a smile before spitting on his fingers, sliding them up slowly between your wet entrance.

“god you’re wet. and you’re still a virgin, did you save yourself for me? you did such a good job sweetheart. all sisters should be as good as you.” all hope of stopping left rafe’s eyes as he slowly took his cock out. it sprung in the air with his blushes tip leaked with precum.

just looking at his size made you shy, rafe noticed and let out a laugh. “you’re so cute, i’m so lucky” he added before sliding it in without warning, not caring if you adjusted to the length.

“i’m so fucking lucky” he moaned softly while he pounded into you, your thighs jiggling in response. Rafe’s hand left your face trailing down to your dress, ripping it off with one hand.

yelping at the sudden change, the cold breeze was now hardening your exposed nipples. you noticed and frantically tried covering them up not realising the moans leaving your mouth. his hand smacked down roughly onto your lips as he hushed you to be quiet,

“every expression, every inch of you, i want for myself. don’t let anyone else ever see you like this okay?” rafe whispered into your ear, leaning down while he got a better angle to fuck you deeper.

“good fucking girl, nobody will ever fuck you like me” your brain felt fuzzy, your mind was going into overdrive due to the wetness trailing down your thighs into the leather seats. he had complete control over your body, as if he knew what made it tick. like instinct your hands made it to his shoulders while his long, rough fingers pinched your nipples.

every word escaping your lips turned broken and primal. “faster please” you plead him. “you like this? pathetic, you’re a pathetic girl.” his eyes locked into yours and widened, a faux grin plastered across rafe’s face.

rafe’s hands intertwined with your hair before yanking your locks, “look at me”.

“how do you feel getting fucked by your older brother? you like it too you fucking slut.” his pace became faster and your red nails were clawing at his back.

“god i love it” you yelled back, moaning even louder realising you didn’t give a fuck anymore. you loved the way rafe abused your cunt, and he knew it.

“mmn. if you fucked topper, you wouldn’t even be making half these sounds. you’re so fucking lucky. tell me you’re a lucky sister.” you responded to him in nothing but moans and nods. mouth half open with mascara travelling down and painting an image on your pretty cheeks.

rafe slapped you across the face, his other hand slammed against your neck.

“dumb bitch answer your older brother.”

every emotion possible tore up inside you when rafe placed his fingers tightly onto your neck. you were seeing stars as the oxygen flow decreased, his dick now mercilessly drilling into you. harder and harder.

“you’re choking my dick.. god i’m going to cum inside you.” rafe’s golden hair now darkened with a sweat. a shiver ran up your spine and you felt yourself edging closer to climax with your wetness running down your thigh.

“you’re mine. you’re all mine.” he whispered in your ear. rafe’s muscular body was pushing against yours roughly. rafe’s teeth grazed the tips of your ear as he thrusted inside you sloppily. a free hand forced your mouth open to catch his spit dripping into your mouth as he filled you up.

“you’re so pretty. pretty girl. my pretty sister.” he huffed and panted, his eyes were drained of desire once he gazed at you for the last time.

you would never be able to look at your brother the same.

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author’s notes: hi! it’s been a while - this is a little too dark and i’m sorry! i have a few fics in the works on different characters which will definitely come out, but this one was the easiest to write because it’s rooted in trauma. i hope you all like it !!! will be releasing more works soon.

thank you for reading! aria. ᥫ᭡

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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Exactly as you are

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a/n I am so sorry for the long wait. Life just really took over and snatched my creativity with it. I hope you will enjoy this! Thank you for all the love!🤍

summary: when two broken souls meet something is bound to happen.

warnings: blood, murder, sexual abuse, fighting, past trauma.

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"Look at me. When I tell you to run, you do, and you don't look back", the basement was cold. Not even the little fire that fought with all the urge to stay blazing could do anything about it. The dampness had seeped through the walls, leaving the room drenched in the smell of mold. "But…", you tried to fight back, but Paola's face, barely illuminated by the flame, came into view as she clasped your shoulder, shaking you slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to pull you out of your train of thought, "I got this figured out, Y/N/N." It was the desperation in her eyes that made you still. Made you look up at her. Made you focus on her features. The dullness drowned her now.

"For once, do what I tell you. Don't make this any harder", she pleaded. You bit back on your words. Swallowing them down just as Paola had taught you. You can think whatever you want in your head; she advised you once, that will never kill you. Just don't let the world slip out. You let them slip, and you'll find yourself hanging. At best. You remember nodding at her words back then. Remember watching her move around the basement as she got things ready. You had no idea what was happening or that this was going to change your life forever.

The sound of the outside doors being slammed still echoed in Kaz's ears. He was trying to roughly shove the thoughts down. A professional. Kaz was a professional at drowning his emotions the way they drowned him. He didn't mean it. Didn't mean any of the words that had slipped past his lips. Yes, he was angry because he needed this done. This was dragging out for too long. Many eyes were on him. Many people were waiting for an answer, for an order. Kaz simply didn't have the luxury of spending more time looking for the person responsible for that brawl in the club.

"She walked out", Jesper stormed through Kaz's office door in a rush. Slightly breathless - most definitely the effect of running up the stairs. "You think I don't know?", Kaz said dismissively. It was hard to pick up on the tone of his voice. Was he referring to the inevitable—hearing the way the door was slammed and being the reason for it? Or was there something else? Something that ran deeper.

"Inej is following her", Jesper stated strongly; he had been the one to send her out. No one ran across the shadows faster than her. If anyone could find you deep within the streets, it was her. And after the last incident, all of them acted quickly. All of them knew how this could end. This all might have been a trial planned to test them because, still, neither of them could believe the fact that Kaz would go and raise his voice at you or push you away like that. And even if the crows didn't have much time to think about it, they all hoped this was just that, just a trial, because if you were to never come back… No, that couldn't be an option now.

"There's no need; you can tell her to come back", Kaz waved a hand at Jesper. The male looked at him with confusion all over his face. Surely, he had gotten something wrong. "Kaz…", Jesper said again, hoping to help his boss genuinely let the words of reality sink in, but Kaz only glanced at him emptily. "Jesper, I said leave her".

That didn't sit well with Jesper. None of this did. It didn't make sense. Anger. True anger that was fueled by frustration rushed through him. "I don't understand you. You make this big fuss over the accident in the club, but now she's alone roaming the streets at night, and you'll just sit here?", those words slipped past Jesper's lips way quicker than they usually did. Most of the time, he weighed them. At least slightly. Now it all just came rushing out. There was no room for funny bickering here. "Anything else?", Kaz asked coldly, moving towards the cabinet that held the liquor. Neatly arranged by you. With his favorite glasses up front.

Jesper hesitated. He did, but he just couldn't. Couldn't keep quiet even if Kaz outranked him. Even if Jesper was nothing more than an investment. He just couldn't. Not when you had become family, and Jesper was ready to do anything for the people he loved. The frustration seemed to surface, and the last straw in him broke. "Sometimes…", he stated, hating that his voice had gone so much quieter, "Sometimes I wish I had never met you, Kaz". The world lingered. The air thickened, but nothing changed.

Jesper didn't wait to be dismissed. He turned around before walking towards the door. The slam rattled the walls, making the picture frames shake. Kaz just looked ahead. He could hear Jesper giving orders downstairs. Orders that no one should be allowed to carry out because they didn't come from Kaz. But he let them play free-minded rebels. Let them feel like they were important enough to go out and look for her. Sitting back down, Kaz reached for the flask with alcohol in it. Glancing at the clock. Hating the concept of time, even more than he usually did. As the absence of you seeped into his bones.

"What do you see?", your body was spread out on the bed. It was way past 3 a.m., and Kaz had given up on work about an hour ago. An hour of laying in bed beside you as you make shapes with your fingers that cast shadows onto the wall closest to the bed. Kaz turned his head to the side, watching you clumsily arrange a pattern with your fingers. "Come on, guess", you urged him, letting out a giggle, and it took all the strength for Kaz not to cackle along with you. He knew it was a bird, and knowing your creativity, it was most definitely a crow to honor him, but that didn't mean that Kaz was going to give in.

"A teacup?", he asked so seriously. "Are you messing with me?", you huffed, moving your fingers to imitate the flapping of the wings, but Kaz still shook his head. "Who has floppy ears?", "Brekker, I swear to what's holy", you lowered your hands to your knees, frowning at him. Kaz looked back at you. The hair that had now fallen out of the tight bun on top of your head. The shirt. His shirt had slipped off one of your shoulders, allowing him a glimpse at your porcelain skin.

"Can you pout any harder?", Kaz teased, making you gasp, and you instantly pushed both of your palms into his chest, pushing him slightly. Your mind started to scream at you as it always did when you touched him without thinking it through, but Kaz only grinned as he looked up at you, making you narrow your eyes at him in return. "It was a crow…", you muttered, running your fingers over the hem of his shirt. Kaz only hummed in return, "I know". You blinked a couple of times before your eyes dared to look into his ocean-deep ones. "Why didn't you say anything?", Kaz turned his head towards the ceiling, closing his eyes. The tiredness finally begged him to sleep.

"I just like it when you fuss over something important to you", your face turned crimson as you quickly moved your palms to cover your burning cheeks, but Kaz caught your wrist. The touch didn't linger for long but was enough to give you the idea that he didn't want you hiding your cheeks. "Lay with me", he whispered, making more room for you to get comfortable. You didn't hesitate, quickly laying back down. Now face to face with the man—a man, not a boy—that made your heart beat just a little faster.

You crept around the house like a true mouse. Clinging to the walls and the shadows they cast. Up the stairs. Down the hall. A sharp turn left. Until the next nook where you would turn right, and here it would be. The door to the backyard. The backyard would send you to your freedom. The backyard will hide you beneath the bushes and trees until late afternoon when you'll be able to run through the fields unnoticed. Paola told you to move only when the clock struck five and move in the pattern that she had made you memorize and retell her a thousand times. She didn't speak that morning and encouraged you to do the same, only glancing your way once more before she was ready to go, rushing back to kiss your forehead one last time, and then she disappeared.

But something inside you screamed to not go. Not yet, at least. Upstairs, it ushered for you to go upstairs. You knew your time here was coming to an end. You either run or stay back, and staying back seemed more than dangerous now. You caught a glimpse of a carving knife on the kitchen table. Quickly snatching it as you let your inner voice guide you. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Maybe no one was home, and that's why she told you to go.

Paola had much thicker skin. Especially after your parents had died. She never cried, or at least you never saw her do so. Her gaze was icy, and she had no issues scolding you after you whimpered for too long. We don't have the luxury of weeping, you silly goose; pick yourself together, she would say. And so you did. What else were you supposed to do? And even if her tough love hurt you most of the time, you still clung to her, following her like a lost puppy.

The wooden beams cracked beneath your feet, making you still. A cold shiver ran down your back. Eyes. There had to be eyes watching you. So you gripped the handle of the knife tighter, making sure that it was ready for the blow. A look around. That's all you would do, and then you would be gone. But it didn't take you long. You opened the doors to the second room upstairs, and your body seized. "No…", you muttered, dropping your knife carelessly to the side as you rushed into the tiny laundry room.

"Paola", your hands gently rocked her, but she was all bloody and laying there like a broken rag doll. Hands tied, legs spread open, "Lola, you need to wake up", you tried again, but nothing. Was this the plan? Was this what she had in mind? This so you could run? You pulled off the cloak from your shoulders, pushing it over her body, before moving to untie her wrists. Something inside you flickered. Anger seeped through your bones. Where were the old fool's promises now? Where was that better future? Where was the home if all you had done was survive as slaves? You knew that Paola had jumped headfirst to warm his bed just so she would keep you safe. At least for now. At least till you come of age. So when the faint sound of footsteps approached the room, you knew that something had to be done about it.

"We have to go get her back", Nina said as she paced the living room, rubbing her hands together as the worries grew. Inej had returned with a pale face not long ago. Muttering that she just caught a glimpse of you being dragged into the carriage by two males and that you were unconscious, "He's delusional; that's what he is", Jesper grumbled angrily. They needed Kaz, and Kaz needed to do something and do something fast. No one was ever left behind, not by crows, and you were not an exception. "We can look for the carriage. I remember how it looked, and then…", Inej stated, but Jesper was quick to shake his head. "We go to that place, and we look for anything; maybe they had left something behind". But none of them got to answer the suggestion.

"Sit down, all of you", Kaz's voice rang out through the place as he limped in, his cane clacking against the floor. Yet they didn't. They didn't move. Staring at him in frustration. Kaz ran a hand over his face. He needed them, but it was clear that they were slipping away from him. Driven by one force only: to get you back. "I know where she is", Kaz said, and the gasps and curses that followed were far from pleasant. Or maybe they carried some sort of relief. Thar Kaz still had it in him. To do things like he always did. To be a step ahead.

"Pekka has her, been looking for her for some time", Nina swayed, quickly sinking into the chair closest to her. The silence was torturous. Kaz could feel the fear now. This was a low blow; he knew it was painful, but they were far from enduring the real torture. "And you're here while she's…", Inej stepped forward, hand on her daggers. But Kaz only puffed up his chest. "This is how it's supposed to be if we want to take him down". Far away. Kaz tried to be far away from the actual situation. He didn't think about this from a dangerous perspective. "You're using her…", Jesper's voice was bitter. Like a snake. And the venom. Kaz felt the venom that was practically spat his way but he couldn't and wouldn't let it cloud his judgment.

"No, I am helping her get rid of him", he said calmly before dropping a handful of papers onto the table. The crows looked among themselves. Fear. Anger. Worry. Confusion. So many emotions. So many things. So many choices. But Kaz only glanced at them before clenching his jaw as he leaned over the table. "Now, you listen to me, and you listen to me very closely."

For a while, you weren't sure in what dimensions you were flouting. Sounds and smells were all mushed into one big blob. At times, you felt like you were there. A step closer to opening your eyes. But a flashback from the past would drag you back, making you lose all of the sensations in your body. "Look who finally joined us", the voice rang in your ears. It seemed too loud and mixed with the light that burned your eyes… You couldn't help but frown slightly. Your head lulled back. Your neck didn't seem to hold it. You weren't sure how you were even holding yourself up until you tried to move your hand and the chains rattled, not giving in to the pull. Chained from the ceiling like a true criminal.

"Feeling a bit drowsy, princess?", you heard footsteps approaching you, but you didn't lift your head. You gritted your teeth, trying to wait out the dizzy feeling. Keep it up. Hold yourself together. But dry, thick fingers wrapped around your jaw, throwing your head up and making you let out a grunt as nausea pierced through you. "Isn't she a beauty boy?", he snickered, brushing a thumb over your mouth. You knew that you kept on denying it. Yet you knew that wasn't going to change anything. It was Pekka who towered over you. It was Pekka who had sent you a warning in the club, and yet you were still here.

"Ahh, I missed you around here, darling", he said, tilting your chin up so he could take a better look at your face. Turning it from side to side as if you were an object under his inspection. As if he was double-checking if nothing was flawed. But at that moment, he was right in front of you. Inches away, you spat right into his face. Spat as if your life depended on it. Pekka startled back, and the laughter in the room died down. He quickly wiped the spit from his face, and then his hand came into contact with your cheek. The stinging feeling shot through you as the cold rings scraped your delicate skin. Leaving a pretty nasty gash there. But you welcomed the pain. Enduring it. Enjoying it. Letting a smile creep onto your face. "You little whore", Pekka said as he stepped closer to you once more, his hand wrapped around your neck, forcing your head back into the wall.

What is the point of living if you don't have anyone to fight for? That was the question that plagued Kaz. Someone. Not a thing. Not an object. Not money or power. A beating heart. And Jordie, whenever he reached Kaz, always spat those words at his younger brother. But caring was a weakness. One so dangerous that it could hurt more than a million bullets. But it felt like something from within Kaz had shifted, desperately trying to break through the years of coldness once you stepped into his life. And then Jordie's message changed.

It was no longer about finding someone. Finding a reason to want to live. No, now Jordie screamed for Kaz to open his eyes. To finally see it. And every time he would jump slightly, still chased by the choking fear, it was always you that he saw. Curled up not far from him. Hair all over the pillow. At times, your forehead would be pressed against Kaz's shoulder. And it grounded him. Knowing that you would always be there when he woke up was what made Kaz less afraid of the nightmare. Making them slowly subside, allowing him almost a full night of peaceful sleep.

Did he ever tell you any of this? No. Frankly, he didn't let himself believe it or think about it too much. Kaz didn't know how to incorporate feelings into what he did. He never weighed emotions while calculating outcomes. He never thought much about how others would react to his decisions. Now his moves could turn you against him. Could make you never look back at him. He could hurt you, not because he wants to, but because he doesn't know any better. "I'll show you all of me if you show me all of you", you had said to him the night after the incident. The night before, Kaz had promised himself that he was going to try. That he was going to be someone he had never been. Until he ended up turning you into a project.

When you opened your eyes once again, the room was a lot quieter. Uneasy feeling settling in your guts once again. This seemed like too much of a reply to the past. That same dread flooded through you. Just this time, you didn't know and couldn't feel who it might want to lead you to. Who was it for? Why was it calling for you once more? Like a distant, long-forgotten melody.

"She's under my protection, meaning I arrange the price", you felt bile coming up your throat once that voice filled your ears. No, this was a trick. A cruel trick. In the aftermath of the beating and sedatives. You lifted your head slightly. Vision hazy, right as a deep laugh, Pekka's laugh rang through the room. "You always amazed me", he said, swirling the drink in his glass. "She has been my property since she was ten; I just rented her out for some years". Your eyes were on the black silhouette that faced away from you. You tried to make yourself believe that there was no way that he would be here. No way he would stand in this room. There was no way that he would look, let alone speak, to Pekka, but once the gloves came into view, you knew it was Kaz.

"Well, rent her out some more", Kaz said coldly, pushing his glass further away from him. Pekka smiled before he stood up and made his way to you. Kaz turned to him as his eyes followed the older male, who slithered closer to you. "Look at her face; look how she looks at you", Pekka grabbed your chin roughly, almost picking you up off the floor. "I didn't know you had it in you, Brekker", the leader of the Dime Lions snickered, pushing his finger into the cut on your cheek. You heard Kaz's cane clicking sharply on the floor. A warning, but you doubted Pekka cared much about it. "Made her fall in love, atat", he warned you quickly as you started pulling onto the chains eagerly. If you could have, you would have bit him and spat at him once more, just your mouth was stuffed with the material of your dress, which was ripping right after you tried to act the last time.

Then, within a click of Pekka's fingers, a handful of his men rushed in. You only managed to see the motion of them entering the room. You couldn't see what was going on. You heard a growl of pain that made your knees buck, yet you still trashed around, pulling at the chains. Was Kaz okay? Was he fighting them? Was he hurt? Pekka stepped aside, his hand still on your neck, allowing you to see the sight in front. Kaz was on the ground, the side of his head bloody. Yet his farce look didn't seem to buck, even with two males holding him down.

"Do you want to save him, Y/N?", Pekka leaned in to whisper into your ear, sending a shiver down your back. Kaz looked up at you from the ground. For the first time since all of it. His blue eyes pierce through you. Yet there was so much writing behind them that you couldn't read through all of it. "But you wouldn't you care", came a bitter laugh as the older male shook his head. "After all, it was you who killed Paola", your body ran cold. Eyes shot up to look at Pekka. You shook your head. "No?", Pekka said with a joyful laugh that got carried by the room as his man joined in.

"She burned her blood, Kaz", Pekka said happily as if he had just walked in with the biggest prize of the season. "Kaz, Kaz, you made a mistake", you only shook your head harder as angry tears started to seep down your cheek. "I tried to save the poor girl, but I just couldn't help her", the saint's voice only made Pekka sound more like a drenched killer, but he enjoyed it and rolled in the glory as Kaz's mortified eyes looked at you. To change it. To take away the loving gaze. To crush it. To use it. Pekka walked up to Kaz. Motioning for the two males to lift the dirtyhands up. Turning briefly towards the table that was behind him. "Do you remember this?", he asked, lifting the knife into the air. The knife that you had taken from the kitchen back in the old house.

"Now we will play a game", he said, ming you let out a broken sob, trying to pull your hands free. The harsh movement cracks your skin open. "Don't", Kaz said quietly. You knew the words were directed at you, but you didn't listen, "Y/N, don't". Your eyes shot back at him, but you couldn't; you weren't going to let him be the one getting hurt. "You might make me cry", Pekka coded, before the sharp side of the blade slipped up Kaz's left arm. He clenched his jaw. Not a single cry of pain slipped past his lips.

The ringing in your ears picked up. The sound of clacking only got louder. You could see Pekka's lips moving, but you couldn't hear him. Your breathing became shallow. You watched cut after cut painting Kaz's skin. The blood fell drop by drop, coating the floor beneath him. And when that same dagger was placed right under Kaz's neck as Pekka took a handful of his hair, throwing his head back, you let out one more cry until everything cracked and the darkness took hold of your hand.

Kaz was ready to take it all. Handle it all. He needed to buy time. And lots of it to give the other a chance to get everything done correctly. He didn't allow himself to look at your lifeless body, which hung limply from the ceiling. A glance. And even that was too much. Even that made him want to just put a bullet between Pekka's eyes. But he couldn't. He needed to stick to the plan.

But quickly Kaz realized that, just like him, Pekka had his agenda here. Kaz was welcomed in so easily, not because of his smart ways. Oh no, Pekka needed him, and now Kaz knew why. Now that he has watched you get swallowed by the flames that erupted from within you, the metal drip down into your skin. Grisha. You were a Grisha. An inferno of some sort. Never before had Kas seen power like this, but now didn't look like a small girl; you were the weapon.

Pekka let out a satisfied laugh. His grip on Kaz loosened, and with some of his men stepping back, this was the opportunity he needed. With a swift blow, Kaz hit Pekka in the stomach. Sliding across the floor towards his cane. Quickly launching it back at the old man, "You did what I tried to do for years, Brekker; you are the key to lighting her up", Peeka spat, trying to draw even more blood. To fuel you even more. But that only made Kaz angrier. He was not going to be a part of this. Not going to be the reason you get hurt even more.

A fearful cry, however, made Kaz turn his head back at you. Your head was now dropped low as you stared at your hands. It was clear that you were not used to this form, and the discomfort was hard to miss. However, before Kaz could move towards you, he felt the back of the blade come in contact with his shoulder blades, sending him down to the ground. Pekka quickly turns Kaz around, and right as he was about to drive the blade through his chest, a wave of flames washes over the room, and right before Kaz's eyes, Pekka got swallowed by it. Trapped within the heat. Licked by flames without a chance of escaping.

Kaz moved from beneath Pekka, whose tortoise screams filled the place. The door swung open, and the rest of the crows rushed in. Yet they were stopped by the ring of fire that now surrounds you three. Kaz glanced back at you. Your hands pressing against the floor, still covered in flames. Your body was seizing. Eyes empty as you look ahead of yourself. Kaz wastes no time as he crawled toward you. The smoke was getting thicker, burning his eyes and filling up his lungs, but he ignored it. Ignored it alongside the shouts of the others.

You. Only you mattered, and Kaz needed to get you out of here. "Y/N", he mumbles, inching towards you. Kaz took off his gloves quickly, tossing them to the side. He tried to catch your eyes, but they look through him. Pekka's cries made him clench his jaw for a moment. "Look at me", Kaz said. "Come on, you can do this", he reassured you, yet nothing changed. A trickle of bright red blood slipped down your lips, and your eyes twitched. Kaz's palm quickly cupped the side of your face, but he drew his hand away quickly. Your skin felt like it was on fire. A shiver ran past Kaz's back. How? How was he going to pull you out?

He looked back, trying to make out Nina somewhere in the back. But the fire and smoke shield them away completely. It's when he saw that same bright blood covering your lips. Breaking from within. Burning from within. Kaz moved his back onto your skin. Hissing against the burning sensation as he lifted your face gently, "Y/N…", he breathed out, "I need you… I need you, you need to pull yourself out", he pleaded. And for the first time, he truly did. Because he did need you. He needed you in so many ways and he hasn't acted on any of it. But he wanted to and now he needed you to come back to him. Your dead eyes look at him. Not a glimpse of the soft eyes. The little spark. Pure darkness. Icy flames dance within. But then Kaz always liked the darkness. He liked the power it held so he leans in. Crashing his lips to yourself.

He could feel your flames dancing against his sides but they don't burn him. They hugged him. Your body stilled. For a moment, it felt as if your heart had stilled beside it. And Kaz was about to pull away when you kissed him back. Kissed him back with all that had been amped up inside you. And the kiss lingered. It lingered because neither of you wanted to pull away, but when you did, your body sagged to the floor. Kaz was right there to catch you.

The flames slowly started to die out, and Kaz pushed the sweat-drained piece of hair away from your skin. Your body was still burning, and that worried him, but at the same time, now Kaz could look down at the true color of your eyes. "Kaz", you muttered, and he was quick to nod his head. "I'll always find you no matter what pulls us apart", he said just as breathlessly, trying to keep you up in a comfortable position, but then a cough slips past your lips. A cough that left your lips and Kaz's palm bloody, and then all Kaz could hear was a bone-crushing screaming.

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hakim ziyech x reader

words: 2.3k

request: FILTHY ziyech smut where you show up to his game with another chelsea players shirt 🤞🏼

warnings: 18+ ONLY! smut, angst, fluff at the end. dom!hakim, sub!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, established relationship, name calling/degradation, bdsm undertones (reader gets tied up), unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, choking, slapping, hair pulling i think that's it. please don't read if you're against the idea of smut about hakim.

“What the hell is that?” Hakim asks as he comes up to you after the match.

You were currently standing in Hakim’s box at Stamford Bridge after an exciting game in which Hakim had assisted a beautiful goal, assuring that Chelsea won the match after what had been a difficult start to the season. Given this, you had been expecting a much warmer greeting from your fiance when he came up to you in the stands, but Hakim was currently staring you down cold.

“Huh?” You ask, genuinely confused as to what he was talking about.

“Your jersey. Why are you wearing his kit?”

It’s at that point that it hits you. You had been a Chelsea fan long before you had even met Hakim, and so while you owned several different number 22 jerseys, you also had some jerseys belonging to other players. You had been in a rush to get to the match, so you had simply grabbed a jersey from your closet without looking at it, assuming that it was one of Hakim’s. Now, you quickly realized that this wasn’t the case.

“Oh,” you say. “I didn’t realize-”

“We’re leaving,” Hakim says suddenly, and before you can get in a word, he’s grabbed your purse and begun heading towards the exit. Stunned by his reaction, you hesitate for a moment and then quickly follow suit behind him.

“Hakim, wait,” you say, jogging to catch up to him. “I swear I didn’t know-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” says Hakim coldly. You’re too taken aback by his harsh tone to say anything in response, so you simply follow him in silence to the car.

Neither of you exchange a word during the car ride from the stadium back to your house. Hakim has a tendency to become jealous easily, but even for him, this was a bit of an overreaction. It was a genuine mistake. You normally always make sure to wear one of his jerseys to his matches. To be honest, you weren’t even sure whose jersey you were currently wearing.

When you arrived home, Hakim immediately exited the car and walked through the front door, not even bothering to wait for you like he normally did. By this point, you were more frustrated than anything by his behavior. As soon as you entered the house, you confronted him.

“Listen, you know that I have a bunch of different Chelsea jerseys. I was running late to the game, so I grabbed one and just assumed it was one of yours. I don’t even know whose number I’m wearing-”

“Number 24. That’s who you’re wearing,” says Hakim, not making eye contact with you.

“Oh.” Number 24 belonged to a certain Reece James. A certain Reece James who you had a short fling with years ago, before you had even met Hakim. Fuck, you thought to yourself. You suddenly realized why Hakim was so upset.

“Baby, I swear it was a mistake. You know that there’s nothing between the two of us anymore, that was forever ago-”

“Then why the fuck do you still have his jersey?” asks Hakim, finally turning to look at you.

“I just never got around to getting rid of it. I have lots of players’ jerseys-”

“Upstairs. Now,” Hakim commands before you can finish your sentence. You hesitate for a moment, considering arguing back, but you realize that you’re not going to win this battle so you begrudgingly head upstairs to your bedroom. You sit yourself down on the bed, arms crossed in front of you. Hakim follows you upstairs shortly afterwards.

“Why are you still dressed?” he asks, closing the door behind him. His question surprises you.

“Hakim, baby, I think we should really talk about this-”

“No, I don’t want to talk. Now, strip.” His voice is deep and commanding, and his eyes are icy cold. You have never seen him like this before. You know that it would be useless to argue, so instead, you stand up and begin taking off your clothes. You start with your pants and then take off your jersey. Once the kit is off your body, Hakim takes it from your hand and tosses it into the trash.

“Hakim!” you say in protest, thinking about how much that kit had cost.

“You’re lucky I didn’t rip it to shreds,” he says. “Now take those off, too.” He gestures towards the bra and panties that you’re still wearing.

“Are you not going to join me?” you ask flippantly.

“Patience, darling,” says Hakim, smirking. The way he says darling makes your insides tingle. You unclip your bra and toss it onto the bed before taking off your panties and letting them fall to the floor. Hakim looks you up and down once while licking his bottom lip.

“Good girl. Now get on the bed.”

You’ve been naked in front of Hakim many times before, but this time he’s fully dressed, which makes you slightly nervous. It’s cold in your room, and you shiver as you climb onto the bed and lie down on your pillow. You expect Hakim to join you, but instead, you hear him rummaging around in his closet. You look up and see him heading towards the bed with one of his ties in his hand.

“What-”

“Shh,” he interrupts you, as he climbs onto the bed. He towers over you with his legs on either side of your body. “I don’t want to hear a word from you.” He uses his teeth to undo the tie and then uses it to bind your wrists above your head. You feel the wetness begin to collect at your core as he does so. “You did something bad. And bad girls deserve to be punished.” You can’t help but let a whine escape from your lips at his words, but you know this was a mistake when you feel Hakim tighten the grip of the tie on your wrists in response.

“What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, and he can’t help but smirk at your obedience. You know that Hakim loves it when you call him sir, and you can feel the tent in his pants become harder.

“Now,” says Hakim as he takes off his pants. “You’re gonna suck this dick like the dirty slut that you are, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

As soon as his cock is out, your mouth opens with anticipation. You want so badly to wrap your hands around it. Hakim brings his knees to either side of your torso, so that his dick is hanging right above your mouth. He strokes it a few times and moans as he does so.

“You want this dick, baby?” He asks, biting his lower lip.

You nod eagerly. He lines his dick up with your mouth and slams it all the way down your throat, making your eyes tear up immediately. “Then take it. Take all of it.” He begins fucking your mouth vigorously. You can’t help but close your eyes as your gag reflex kicks in.

“Keep those eyes open,” commands Hakim, and you do as you’re told. He grabs some of your hair in his hands and uses it as leverage to fuck deeper into your mouth.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises you, and after thrusting into your mouth a few more times, he slows down and lets you begin to set the pace. By now, tears are rolling down your cheeks and drool is piling up around your mouth. You pull away slightly, so that your tongue can circle the head, before taking the entirety of him down your throat again. You feel the vein on the side of his dick pulsate, and you know that he’s about to come.

“You gonna swallow all of my cum?” He asks, and you nod eagerly in response. As soon as you do so, he releases into your mouth. His warm cum fills your mouth and you swallow every last drop of it.

Hakim pulls away and collapses on the bed next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath before turning towards you to wipe your tears away. He brings his thumb towards your lips and wipes away the mixture of cum and saliva dripping around it before sticking his finger in your mouth so you can suck on it.

“Hakim, I wanna touch, please,” you whine.

“Soon, baby, soon. Let me have a taste of this pretty pussy first.”

You groan at his words, half in frustration that he won’t let you touch him and half in anticipation of him eating you out. The wetness in your core was building up again, and you know you’re probably making a mess on the sheets, but you don’t care right now. You brush your leg against his thigh, eager for him to touch you.

“Uh uh, darling. What did I say about being patient?” Hakim smirks, and you almost roll your eyes in response.

“Please, please touch me.”

Hakim obliges and brings his finger up and down your slit. “So wet for me already, baby? And just from sucking my cock?” You’re too impatient to be embarrassed by this. Hakim lifts your thighs up and places them over his shoulders so that he has full access to the area where you need him the most. He kisses your inner thighs and you push your core forward towards him, which only makes him chuckle.

“That’s enough teasing, baby,” you whine.

Hakim then places a kiss on your clit and looks up at you, smiling, his lips already wet from your juices. “You’re already making a mess and I’ve barely even touched you.” He buries himself back down towards your core and then finally, finally, brings his tongue to you, hungrily lapping up your mess. You’re so desperate that you let out a scream when he makes contact with you. He looks up at you periodically, watching as your eyes roll towards the back of your head.

“More, more,” are the only words you could muster as you rock your hips towards him, desperate for more pressure. Understanding what you want, Hakim takes one finger and pushes it inside of you, all while his mouth keeps contact with you.

“Fuck, fuck,” you scream, knowing that you weren’t going to last long. God how you wish you could run your fingers through his hair right now.

Hakim inserts a second finger, and your toes begin to curl. You’re sure your wrists were going to be red the next day from how hard you were tugging.

“I bet Reece James can’t do this to you, can he?” Hakim whispers into your core, his words and the hot air from his mouth bringing you closer to the edge. “Answer me.”

“No, only you can make me feel this way, sir,” you respond with shallow breaths.

Hakim grins. “Come all over my fingers, darling.”

“Hakim, Hakim, Hakim.” His words bring you undone and you come all around him as you scream his name. He continues to finger you through your high, lapping up all your juices.

You keep your eyes closed for a minute as you come down from your high, finally looking down at him and smiling. “You’re so good at that,” you say, grinning at the way his mouth is glistening with your cum.

“Gonna untie you now, sweetheart,” he says, and you groan with relief as he frees your hands. As soon as he does, your hands are all over his body, caressing his toned chest and arms and then finally running your hands through his hair.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, taking his face in your hands. “I’ll never wear someone else’s jersey again.”

“I know you won’t. Now turn around,” Hakim commands.

You obey immediately, turning around so that you’re on all fours with your ass sticking up. Unable to help himself, Hakim brings his hand down, slapping your ass so hard that you’re sure it’s going to leave a bruise. He then strokes himself for a second before lining up at your entrance, soaking his tip in your juices. Becoming impatient again, you began to rock your hips backwards into him, desperate for more friction. In response, Hakim leans down against you, wrapping his hand around your throat and whispering in your ear.

“I’m still in control, darling. Don’t forget that.”

He lets go of you and then slams his dick inside you, bottoming you out with one thrust. You scream out as he stretches you out, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as you adjust around his girth. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, then begins to thrust in and out of you. His hands reach around to cup your breasts, and his fingers twirl around your nipples.

“You like being fucked like a slut, don’t you?” He asks between thrusts. Unable to form any words, all you can say in response is a “Mmhmm.” Hakim’s hands then go to your hair, grabbing it in a ponytail and using it for more leverage to fuck into you.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he grunts, and you can tell from the way his voice falters that he’s close. The knot in your lower stomach tightens, and you know that you won’t last much longer, either.

“Gonna come inside you, baby,” he grunts and thrusts into you a few more times before exploding inside of you. As he squirts his hot cum inside of you, you come undone around his dick. Various expletives escape both of your mouths as the two of you reach your highs together. He pulls out of you and the two of you lie down on the bed next to each other, both taking a moment to catch your breath in silence.

Finally, after a minute of only the sound of your panting filling the room, Hakim turns over to look at you. He takes your cheeks in your hands and caresses them gently. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he says softly.

“You weren’t,” you respond, smiling.

“I love you so much,” he says, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I love you, too,” you respond when he pulls away. “I think I should wear your teammates’ jerseys more often, though.”

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