#cuz I know that if they didn’t know me like sure maybe they’d think it’s cool for a second but never care or think about it again
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Hello dearest kitty, I'm here begging on my knees for some fluff
Okay okay I'll stop, but it was a funny start especially after your least post, but I really love your writing and I would love to see you write some sub villain X dom hero fluff, about self care and maybe a little bit on self harm cuz I have exams and this is my comfort trope.
But regardless if you write it or not I want you to know that I really appreciate all your work and I it makes such a huge difference in my life, you're one of the people I can look at and be happy 😁💖
tw mention of self-harm
“This is…nice.” The villain frowned and hugged their own legs, almost as if they had never been in a bathtub before. Still tired, they leaned against the tiles of the bathroom wall. All the hero could focus on were their lashes when they closed their eyes.
Admittedly, the hero hadn’t considered this to be the result. They hadn’t expected to end up in bed with their nemesis. It would have been easier if this was part of a mission, they reckoned. But fate was much crueler.
Now feelings were involved. Complicated, difficult feelings. Sometimes they didn’t know if they should blame themselves or the villain. After all, the villain was devoted and passionate. They were tactical and brilliant.
And they were also pretty. Ridiculously pretty.
The hero swallowed.
Why was this happening to them out of all people?
“I don’t think anyone has ever made that kind of effort for me,” the villain said. They smiled and the hero’s heart dropped.
“You mean letting in some water?”
“Well, yeah…and the breakfast. The soft kisses. The massages, you know?” The villain looked at the hero again. “No one has ever done that for me.”
For the hero’s taste, they were too far away from each other. Even though the bathtub wasn’t the biggest, the hero didn’t want to sit on opposite ends. They worried their bottom lip between their teeth.
“Can you come closer?” they asked and the villain nodded, obeying quickly.
The hero let out a shaky breath they didn’t even know they were holding once the villain sat down on their hips. At this point, it was like a drug. The hero craved this affection and these hands on their skin.
It wasn’t just pleasure, it was something more vile. Something that could bleed and die, something that could destroy the hero within seconds.
A few hours ago, they hadn’t realised it. Not really. But now that they knew they weren’t just attracted to the villain, they needed to control themselves.
“You know you deserve it, right?” they asked. The villain didn’t meet their eyes, though. “You deserve nice things.”
“Is this a separating-work-and-personal-life-thing? Because we both know I’ve done despicable things in the past.” The villain looked ashamed. They let their thumb run along the hero’s biceps, almost as if they could distract themselves that way.
“No. I like you the way you are. Even the parts you deem ugly.” The hero touched the scars the villain had tried to hide yesterday gently. They couldn’t stop looking at their nemesis. At their perfect face, their perfect body. The hero wasn’t sure why their melancholy was taking over the now.
Yesterday, they’d been laughing and kissing. They’d never had that much fun in quite a while. But now, responsibility weighed heavy on their shoulders again and they couldn’t bear the feeling of saying goodbye in a few hours.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Have I ever been dishonest with you?” the hero asked. Brilliance wasn’t a gift. It was the result of hard work and the hero could appreciate and respect that the villain had been working just as much as they had. Both were the same in that aspect, destroying themselves because that seemed to be logical: working until you had results. No failing, no mistakes. 100%. All the time.
The villain smiled softly. Maybe even sadly.
“When you told me you love me yesterday?” they asked quietly but the hero already shook their head.
“No, that wasn’t a lie.” Their finger traced one of the villain’s scars. Somehow, the bathwater was getting hotter and hotter. The hero closed their eyes as they tried to calm down. “You’re lovely.”
It was only natural, wasn’t it? To be attracted to someone who challenged, yet matched them in so many ways? God, the hero was really at the end of their rope.
“Hm. You know, under all these layers—” the villain touched their chest “—of calculated and raw reason—” they drew a heart with their finger into the hero’s skin “—there’s a very gentle soul inside you.”
“Is that criticism or a compliment?” the hero asked. Again, looking at the villain made their stomach turn. In a good way. Kind of.
Their nemesis smiled.
“Just an observation,” the villain said. They leaned forward and kissed the hero’s cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me. I kinda suck at it.”
The hero’s hand was still on the villain’s scars.
“You just need a little bit of help, that’s all. Everyone does.” The villain was still so close. If the hero moved their head a little, they’d be kissing.
Hell, why was their heart beating so fast?
“Do you think I could be better?” the villain asked. “Do you think I could change?”
“Change is inevitable,” the hero explained. “But I…I got you.”
They held onto the villain a little tighter this time and honestly, they knew why their heart ached when they brought them home.
#I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins spotlight on me and I’m ready to break#writing snippet#hero x villain snippet#hero x villain prompt#heroes and villains#hero#villain#heroxvillain#hero x villain#request#an answer for an ask#tw: sh#suggestive#fluff#obsessed hero
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#why does no one enjoy my art….#everyone that does is just a friend or family member… or someone who’s just impressed because they can’t draw and don’t actually care…#i know I’m not the best but neither are these kids that are my age and younger with thousands upon thousands of followers and likes#like yeah I get I should be happy with what I have or whatever. but I just can’t believe my friends actually mean it when they say they —#—like my art#cuz I know that if they didn’t know me like sure maybe they’d think it’s cool for a second but never care or think about it again#my dad is constantly telling me I’m gifted and I’ll be able to make so much money and get super famous off it#but he doesn’t know anything#he doesn’t know that outside of immediate family and friends and tumblr mutuals no one gives a shit#i hate this I wish people actually cared#vent
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Description: of course you’d come to them if your boyfriend wasn’t treating you right. They were your best friends after all. You weren’t expecting them to take advantage of the situation though.
Tags: minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), edging, dubcon (better safe than sorry), if I missed any please let me know 😭
(A/N: Omg I’m finally just gonna put it out I’ve been writing this on and off for so long lmao still not edited though cuz fuck the grammar police hahaha I hope you all like it. Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)
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“He wouldn’t what?” Bucky asked with a look of bewilderment on his face about what you had just told him.
Maybe you were doing the most by spilling things, but what can you say, you were upset. Had just walked in on your boyfriend with someone else after he’d told you over and over again that nothing had been going on. To say you were in your feelings was an understatement.
It wasn’t like things hadn’t been on and off for a long time anyway but this was the final straw. You were so sick of him doing this to you. Of him lying to your face.
Telling you that you’re the only one and that he was serious about you. Honestly you really should have known be would have turned out to be a player. The worst part was that it seemed like you were never the one to get off. Felt like you’d wasted your time. Probably why you were spilling everything to The Winter Solider.
It was almost like things were coming out as word vomit. Secrets spilling from your mouth that you hadn’t even told Natasha as they were too embarrassing.
Except he was sitting there acting like he really cared and clearly you needed that. Even more so when you started to say way too much.
“I know, right!” You scoffed. Thinking about the way he’d treated getting you off like some kind of chore.
Honestly you should have dumped him after the first time he said to you, ‘I don’t eat pussy.’
“So he never?” Bucky asked with a raised eyebrow.
You shook your head, sniffling. He looked so taken aback.
“That’s bullshit,” Bucky said once again with a scoff. Eyes trailing all over your body. Thinking to himself what an idiot your ex was for not appreciating what he had. “Aw, Honey,” he cooed, grabbing your hand when he noticed you tearing up.
As if you should be wasting tears on that asshole.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffled some more. “I don’t even know why I’m upset right now. He’s not even worth it.”
Well, he was happy that you knew that.
“It’s okay,” he replied. “You know I’m right here.”
You nodded as he leaned forward to pull you into a hug. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Needing to melt into him as the vulnerability hit you like a freight train.
“Thanks, Bucky,” you managed to say, pulling away so you could look at him. “Steve’s so lucky to have someone like you.”
Bucky glanced down at your lips. Wondering what Steve would say if he even saw the two of you in this position. You needing a shoulder to cry on as he wished he could comfort you in the way he wanted to.
Not like Steve wouldn’t understand. He saw the way his boyfriend looked at you.
“Yeah well, Steve’s stuck with me so…”
You chuckled stopping to wipe your eyes. Bucky gently placed a hand on your cheek so he could do the same. Thumbing away the droplets.
“Wish I could find a great guy like you. Hell like either of you. Seems like I’m only ever getting into relationships with assholes.”
That kind of sparked something in his chest. Hearing you say that. Sitting here spilling his heart out to him.
“Oh yeah?” He asked. “Well you know I think you deserve better.”
You smiled and wiped your eye. “Thanks, James.”
“It’s okay,” he said, finally reaching out to give you a hug. Seeing that you clearly needed it. “You know I’m always here for you.”
“I know,” you whimpered. Honestly you didn’t even know who else to come to besides him and Steve. They’d really done so much for you after they’d moved in. Sure you kind of had to get used to living next door to the superhero couple, but so far they’d kept you pretty safe.
It was super convent. Hadn’t had to walk any groceries up to your place in months either. Seemed like the two of them were always there to take care of whatever you needed. Took such good care of you. Always.
So how did you think Bucky was going to feel when he heard that your ex hadn’t been. As if any man wouldn’t be happy to have a face full of pussy. Especially yours. Honestly what a fucking idiot. Even the idea of getting a taste was making him feel things he normally didn’t.
“I can’t believe he wouldn’t eat you out, though,” he laughed. “What a- why didn’t you say anything.”
“I don’t know!” You laughed too, pulling away. “I just… I don’t know…”
“It’s okay. We’ll just find you someone that’s going to take care of you right.”
Once again you laughed and honestly he was just happy to see it. Hated having to see you cry. Especially over some bullshit like a man that couldn’t even pleasure you properly. Why cry over him when Bucky could be making you smile.
“You’ve got such a cute little laugh,” he complimented. Not like it wasn’t something he did a lot.
Him and Steve both did. Always wanting to let you know how beautiful they thought you were. Thought they’d just been doing it as your friends, but Bucky just couldn’t deny his attraction forever. Look at you.
Even crying you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. Had gotten all dolled up for an asshole that didn’t deserve it. Makeup creeping down your face. Fuck. You shouldn’t have to waste such a look.
You let another one of those giggles, looking down and using your shoulder to rub away a tear. Bucky leaned forward so he could place his hand underneath your chin. Lifting your head up. “Honestly, Doll,” he started, “you might be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“You’re just saying that,” you sniffled.
“No, I mean it. You know I do.“
“Bullshit,” you replied.
“I really do,” he said. “Why do you think Steve and I have to take care of you so much. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t have shit to worry about.”
Inside your heart felt like it could stop. He just looked so handsome as he spoke. Had recently gotten a haircut so he looked even better. Fresh faced. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt he looked hot.
Not like you hadn’t thought about him or Steve before. Knew they were both bisexual so it wasn’t like they wouldn’t ever be interested in you but still it always felt like such a long shot. They were your best friends. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about them at night when you touched yourself. Especially when you had a boyfriend.
And they were from a different time. Actual gentleman back in the day from what you gathered. Wanted their women in the home and spoiled.
Sometimes the idea of it sounded kind of nice. Having a man dote on you. Then you had two of them really, really interested in your well being. Of course you were going to crush a little but you didn’t want to cross any lines.
“I don’t even know what I’d do without you both,” you said.
“Hey, that’s how we feel about you. Who else is going to cook for us and make sure our place is tidy when we’re gone.”
You chuckled. “You make me sound like a housewife.”
Bucky shrugged. “I mean… it’s a good look on you. Could see that.”
“Well, I mean, I’d have to find a guy first.”
“I mean… maybe you already have,” he said.
“What?” You asked with a chuckle. “Bucky, I-,”
“I know,” he cut you off. “But, can I be honest?”
“Okay…”
“You know how much I love having you around and I-,”
“What about Steve?” You asked him. “I can’t just… I can’t just do that to him.”
“We’ll worry about him later,” he replied, stroking your cheek, making you look at him. Finally placing a kiss on your lips.
You quickly pulled away with a gasp. “Bucky, we can’t… he’s my…”
“Shhh, don’t worry about, Steve, Baby,” he tried to assure you, your eyes hitting his. Something about his gaze making you feel warm on the inside.
“I- no we can’t just…”
“Yes we can,” Bucky said. “It’s okay.”
And as bad as you wanted to keep fighting him. For some reason you just couldn’t. As Bucky pulled you close so that he could go back to kissing you.
Fuck his lips did feel good. And everything with your now ex. You were vulnerable. You wanted to feel wanted.
But, Steve…
“Don’t worry about Steve, Baby,” Bucky whispered in your ear again. “Focus on me.”
Bucky’s fingers went under your dress. Gripping your thighs. A curl in his lip. Fuck he was so pretty.
He slowly pushed you down. Climbing on top of you so he could really take control. Pushing your legs up so that he could get in between them. Kissing you more before you could protest.
Bucky was getting his fucking taste. Just because your stupid little boyfriend didn’t want to taste it, didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He was getting it.
“Fuck!” You gasped as he started kissing your collarbone. No longer thinking about your ex or his boyfriend.
Felt good to have you right where he wanted you. Finally. It had taken him this goddamn long.
You laid back as Bucky got on his knees. Placing a kiss on one of your knees first before going up towards your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat. If you were feeling hesitant, he could change your mind.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he spread your legs, to get a good look at your panty covered pussy.
“So fucking pretty,” he groaned as he looked up at you. His poor girl still obviously shy. That’s okay he’d take care of you. Just needed to-
“Fuck!” You cried as he kissed you through your panties. “We shouldn’t-,” you tried to keep it going.
Not like he cared as he pushed your underwear to the side so he could lick a strip from the bottom up to your clit. Making your words get caught in your throat as you laid back with a moan. Yeah that’s what he fucking thought. He knew you wanted this shit.
You trembled as he feasted on your clitoris. Sinking into the cushions as your hips stuttered. See he knew you liked it. It was so much better when you didn’t fight him. Now he could really give it to you.
He didn’t waste anymore time as he pulled the fabric from your body. Not giving a single fuck as to where it could have possibly been discarded before diving back in. It had been a long time since he’d done this, but it’s not like Steve wasn’t aware that he’d missed a woman’s touch. Maybe more than he realized.
“Fuck me, Bucky,” you sobbed as he got you closer. It had been so long since sex had just been about you that maybe you should take advantage of being a pillow princess. What girl wouldn’t want her hot metal armed best friend to eat her pussy. Can’t believe you tried to turn this down. “Don’t stop!”
Not like he planned too. Especially as he dipped his fingers into your cunt. Twisting them around so he could find your spot.
“Ah!” You cried, as soon as he hit it. That’s his fucking girl. He watched as your face twisted up in pleasure. Could taste how close you were. How yummy you were.
“Buck!” Steve’s voice could be heard from the hallway as the door slammed closed.
You sat up, quickly. Pushing his head away and scooting away from him to smooth out your dress. Shit. Fuck. “Babe, it’s okay,” Bucky whispered.
What the hell does he mean it’s okay. His boyfriend was about to walk in on-
“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were here,” Steve said as he came into the room. Placing a quick peck on Bucky’s lips making your mouth drop. He had to have tasted you on his lips. You found yourself feeling stuck as you sat up, making sure you were covered. “Is everything okay?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
Except it was like you couldn’t speak. What the hell were you supposed to even say as if his boyfriends face hadn’t just been close to making you squirt all over it.
“She caught Bryce cheating,” Bucky explained. Funny how that literally had not been on your mind this entire time.
Steve looked taken aback and scoffed. “What? No? Seriously?”
“Y-yeah… with… some girl,” you replied, not wanting to meet his eyes.
The super solider frowned as he grabbed your hand to pull you into a hug. Wrapping his arms around you. “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. He’s a fucking idiot,” he said, much like his boyfriend when you’d first told him.
Only making you feel more horrible inside. How the hell could you do this to him. Especially after what Bryce had just done to you.
“It’s okay,” you said. “Maybe I should go.”
“And go where?” Bucky asked. “Not back to that apartment I can tell you that. Just stay here.”
The pair of panties Bucky had taken off of you were practically staring at you from the other side of the room. Steve’s back turned to it. “At least stay for dinner,” he said. “We can get whatever you want.”
Except even the suggestion made you feel more awful. Steve did not deserve this. If anything you should just say it. Not that the words would actually leave your lips. Tongue tied and all you could do was nod.
It was insane how quickly Bucky was able to act totally normal. Or that you were more frustrated that you never actually got the chance to finish. They were right though, you really didn’t have anywhere else to go, but here.
So there you sat right next to Bucky as the three of you ate the dinner Steve had ordered you. Trying to keep your cool as you didn’t want to bring too much attention to yourself. Even as you squirmed in your seat, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Bucky had really done a number on you. Could still feel his mouth on your lapping at your clit.
“So what happened?” Steve had finally asked from his spot across from the two of you. Obviously wanting to know everything. Not like you two weren’t normally close.
Your jaw dropped as you immediately tried to think of a lie. “Um, nothing,” you blurted out.
Bucky put his hand on your thigh, attempting to relax you except you were way too on edge. How could he just be touching you like this.
His boyfriend on the other hand raised an eyebrow at your outburst. “I thought you caught Bryce cheating?” He asked.
You closed your eyes. Duh he was talking about that. “I mean, I did,” you replied with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, he was with some girl.” You sighed.
“Well, what are you going to do now? You know we’re not going to let you go back. We have a perfectly fine guest room,” he said a smile on his face. Looking every bit of nice and sweet as he always did. The guilt already feeling like it was going to eat you up.
Didn’t even pay attention as you felt Bucky’s metal hands going up your thigh more. Getting dangerously close to the intimate place his face had just been buried inside of. You put your hand over it to move him, but he didn’t budge. Not giving a single shit.
You gulped at his fingers found their way up your dress again. Biting your lip as he chuckled. Not taking his eyes off of you as you struggled to answer. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Bullshit.” Bucky laughed. “You’re staying with us, Doll.”
You crinkled your nose which turned into biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hold in a moan. “We won’t take no for an answer.”
Well, that much was obvious.
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The two of them helped you get settled in. You wore one of Bucky’s t-shirts since you literally didn’t have anything else. Had finally managed to grab your panties before you hoped Steve had seen them.
Your body still screaming out for release. Before giving you his shirt he’d whispered in your ear. “And you better not make yourself cum when you’re in the shower. Only I’m allowed to do that.” Wanting to prolong your torture.
What kind of shit was that. How did he get you so worked up like this. So easily. Hell that whole time you were with Bryce you can’t remember that happening. Not like you wanted to think about him.
The distraction was pretty nice, you had to admit. Who had time to think about being cheated on when your hot best friend was trying to eat your pussy.
As you opened the door you poked your head out, hesitating to call out to them. Hey, guys?” You called. Poking your head out from the restroom.
“Yeah?” Both of them were quick to chime in.
“Can you bring me some shirts!?” You asked. “I’m a little… exposed.”
You couldn’t see him, but Bucky snickered as Steve tilted his head at him. Both of them standing on either side of their king sized bed. “What?” Bucky said. “Oh come on I’m sure it’s fine,” Bucky tried to say with a straight face, but as soon as he was done he chuckled.
Steve shook his head, but couldn’t help the smirk that came on his face. “It’s really short,” you complained. “And I don’t have clean underwear.”
With that Bucky winked in his boyfriend’s direction. “Be right back.”
The smirk didn’t drop from the super soliders face as his boyfriend left the room. Only to go back to making up the third spot on the bed between them.
“What’s up, Doll?” Bucky asked seeing your head still sticking out.
“It’s too short,” you said, biting your lip.
He raised an eyebrow. Going to push the door open, not caring that you’d been blocking it. “Lemme see.”
“No!” You protested.
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh come. You’re acting like I didn’t just eat you out,” he said.
“Steve is right outside,” you whispered harshly.
He rolled his eyes. “Steve’s in the room.”
“Yeah and he has super soldier hearing,” you pressed.
“It’s not all he has,” Bucky said under his breath. “Doll, you’re fine. I can’t even see anything.”
“My ass is out!” You gasped.
The man smirked at that, getting behind you to press your ass into his crotch. “And what a nice ass it is,” he whispered in your ear. Flesh hand landing on your breast to squeeze it and not giving a shit as you tried to swat him away. Going down your body until he was pushing up the shirt.
“We can’t!” You protested as his hand slipped down to your pussy. As bad as you wanted him to touch you, it didn’t seem wise. Fuck your body was practically crying for the release he couldn’t give you earlier.
“Everything okay?” Came the other man’s voice from outside the door.
Bucky scrunched his nose. “Yeah,” he called. Going to open up the door. “Tell her it’s not that bad,” he pressed.
You tried to tug it down so it was a little bit more past your thighs. Face heating up as Steve scanned up and down your body. “You look fine, Doll.”
Ugh. There the both of them go. The two of them were way too handsome to be having you stand here exposed with a dripping wet pussy. You bit your lip. Not like anyone else would see you. Just them. “Well… ok…” you sighed.
“Wanna watch a movie before bed?” Steve asked.
You nodded. Bucky put his hand on your lower back. Going down dangerously close to your ass. Only to finally come down to squeeze it tightly. Making you yelp. “Ah!”
Steve furrowed his eyebrows but laughed. “You ok?”
“I’m fine,” you squeaked, putting your hand over your mouth. Before making a pointed look at his boyfriend.
“Anyway, I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,” Steve suggested.
“Actually, I’m kinda tired,” you immediately replied. Going to stretch your arms up and yawn until you remember how exposed you were.
“Oh come on, it’ll be fine,” Bucky said, nudging you.
“No. I have to be at work so early,” you replied. “It’s already way too late.”
“Hell no. You’re taking a sick day.” He looked appalled at the notion.
“I can’t.” You sniffled. “Besides, I’m off the next day. I’ll be fine.”
Bucky huffed. “Alright, fine, but what are you going to wear to work then?”
“I’ll just wash my clothes before we go to sleep,” you replied with a sigh. Haven’t exactly thought all of that through.
“So, movie it is?” Steve said.
Of course they’d get their way. Trying to keep your shirt from riding up too much as you went on your tippy toes to put your stuff in the wash. Closing your eyes when you realized your panties were still missing.
You peeked over to where they would have been. Except Steve would have definitely noticed them by now. “Looking for these?” Bucky asked. Holding up the pair. You immediately glanced over at where Steve was in the kitchen before reaching out to snatch them. “Ah, ah, ah,” he held them above his head. “Finders keepers, Doll,” he teased.
You let out a huff, crossing your arms. “Why are you being like this?” You asked. Honestly it was all so shocking. Normally he was such a sweetheart. He eats you out once and this is what he turns into?
Bucky shrugged. “Because I can,” he replied with a wink before leaning into kiss your cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face before I do it for you. You hear me?”
You nodded and sniffled. Wishing you’d gone anywhere else. Natasha’s maybe. Or hell even Sam’s place would have been fine. Not like you didn’t like how Bucky’s mouth had felt on you. It’s just now you were feeling terrible for doing all of this under Steve’s nose.
“Good girl,” he said, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.
You sighed as he went back to the bedroom. Making you raise an eyebrow. Weren’t the three of you supposed to be watching a movie?
“Hey, Doll,” Steve said from his spot on the bed. Going through Netflix. “What movie did you wanna watch?”
“Oh? We’re watching in here?”
“Yeah?” He replied. “That a problem?”
You looked over at Bucky who despite not responding, had a smirk on his face that you wish you could wipe off of him. Sitting there smug with his hand in his pocket. No doubt toying with the pair of panties he’d stolen.
“Actually I think I’m just gonna go to bed after all,” you said. “I’m really tired.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Well, I forgot to set up the guest room.”
You crinkled your nose. Of course he did. “That’s ok. I can just sleep on the couch.”
“What?” Steve chimed in. “We have more than enough room for you, Doll. Come on.”
They had to be fucking with you. No way was Bucky getting what he wanted just like that. “No it’s fine. I’ll just get blankets from the linen closet.”
“Doll,” Bucky’s voice was stern. Commanding even. “Come. Here.”
You hated it when your feet started moving. Whether you wanted them to or not. “What?” You asked, not meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him.
“First of all, drop the attitude. Second, we told you, you’re sleeping in here so get over it.”
Steve watched the two of you, not saying a word. Didn’t he care that his boyfriend was trying to manipulate you? Right in front of him. Your bottom lip quivered, tears prickling at your eyes.
“I just wanna go to bed,” you whispered.
“Fine. There’s a perfectly good spot right between us. Is there a problem with that?” You shook your head. Not wanting to even argue anymore. Didn’t even feel worth it.
It was just too much for one night. All of it was. Can’t believe you hadn’t just started bursting out crying right between them.
Instead you tried to get some sleep. As restless as you were. Trying to keep yourself from tossing and turning since you didn’t want to bother them. Not like you had much room considering you were squeezed between two giant super soliders. “You ok?” Steve asked in a tired voice.
“Hm?” You hummed, not taking your eyes off the ceiling. “Can’t sleep.”
He yawned. “Hey, I know your ex was an ass, but you know Buck and I are going to be with you through this whole thing, right?”
You nodded, not saying out loud what was really on your mind. Fuck this was so wrong. Screwed up on so many levels. Too bad you didn’t kick Bryce out instead of coming over here, but at the time it was the natural thing to do.
Hell there was barely even any room between their giant bodies. Even in this large bed. Felt like if Bucky rolled over he’d end up squishing you. He’d gotten so damn close. Bad enough that the t-shirt they’d given you was sitting above your ass now.
“It’s ok I’ll be out before you guys even know it,” you said.
Steve scoffed. “Don’t be silly. You know you can stay here as long as you want. A city like this is no place for a little girl like you all alone.”
You scrunched up your nose at that. “I’m not a kid, Steve. I can take care of myself,” you assured.
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to. Not as long as Bucky and I are around to do it.”
Speak of the devil, that was when he wrapped his arms around your waist. Pulling you against him. Ass going to his crotch. You let out a gasp and tried to wiggle away, but with Steve so close you were stuck. Not like you could get away from him anyway with the hold he had on you.
Not like you didn’t know that he was a cuddler. Not the first time the two of you had fallen asleep together. Never with your naked ass out though.
“It’s ok, Steve. Really,” you tried to assure him. As you were doing that, Bucky decided it would be a good time to sneak his hand between your legs. Taking advantage of you being bare. You let out a gasp, jumping as soon as his hand made contact.
“You ok?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh huh,” you squeaked out, trying to grab at his hands, but all he did was use one of his to hold yours down as he continued touching you.
“Hold still, little girl,” Bucky whispered in your ear, saying the last words in a mocking tone.
Your face felt hot as you looked forward at the blond. He had to know right. There was no way Bucky was just doing this right in front of him and he had no idea.
He pawed your thighs. Making sure they were nice and spread as his hand hands continued their torture. One going underneath the shirt to cup your breasts. Tweaking your nipples. He was groping you like he didn’t give a fuck about getting caught. Only made worse when his fingers finally touched your clit.
You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Especially as he pushed you back so you were really pressed against him. Hard dick to your ass.
“I’m ok,” you tried to assure Steve. The words on the tip of your tongue. Pressure building in your stomach already as you’d never had the chance to finish earlier.
“When are you going to get your stuff?” Steve asked. “You know we’re going to come with you, right.”
Instead of fighting him you just replied, “T-thanks, Steve.”
“Always,” he said. “You know Bucky and I are always here for you.”
Well, obviously.
“I know we don’t say it a lot, but you mean a lot to us,” he said and all you could do was swallow as you felt his boyfriend’s fingers bringing you closer and closer to what you never got to have earlier. “And Bryce was such an asshole. He never deserved you.”
You swallowed down the moan that was threatening to bubble out of your mouth. Only made worse as you looked into Steve’s bright blue eyes as he sleepily looked over at you. Not like you hadn’t heard that a million times from both of them, but right now he just looked so freaky and-
“Ugh,” came out of your mouth which you quickly covered up with a cough.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Steve asked once again.
“Never better,” you lied through your teeth.
Steve yawned. “We should get some sleep. Goodnight, Doll.”With that he leaned forward pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. Catching you all the way off guard.
“Steve-,” you gasped, putting your hand up to your lips.
“What?” He asked with a chuckle.
“You can’t just-,”
“It’s not big deal,” he assured. “Bucky won’t care. It was just a little goodnight kiss.”
“Yeah, but-,”
He cut you off once more. “Unless you want it be to more,” he said with a wink.
What. The. Fuck.
“Goodnight, Doll,” he said not giving you a chance to say more as he closed his eyes. Smile on his face.
Bucky stopped what he was doing to put his face into your shoulder. Light snores coming from him. Hell his hand was still in your panties. Almost like he was making sure you couldn’t get away from him. The worst part about it was that not once did he let you fall off the edge.
You’d definitely need to start looking for places tomorrow.
#fics by AFBH#Bucky Barnes smut#Steve Rogers smut#bucky barnes x steve rogers#Bucky Barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x black!reader#Steve Rogers x reader#Steve Rogers x black!reader
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can i formally request something? (i have no idea if you take smut requests so please ignore me if not😭) a barty x reader smut where everyone already thinks they’re together so they’re like 🤔?? maybe they’re onto something
and maybe if they try to tell people (read regulus) they’re just like -_-¿ this is new
and well done on your exams!! i’m sure you aced them
hahaha omg this is so Barty and reader coded fr. thanks for your request (I hope I did it justice)
Barty Crouch Jr x afab fem!reader who has sex for the first sodding time, Evan
CW: smut - like straight up porn people, p in v intercourse, pussy slapping cuz apparently I'm a freak, soft choking, a slap in the face if you squint, 18+
This conversation had been going on for so long that you were truly fighting the urge to throw your head back and let out a guttural scream out of pure frustration.
But Barty never fought his urges.
“For fuck’s sake!” He screeched. “How many sodding times do you need me to say it: we - are - not - to - geth - er!” He shouted at Evan, emphasising each syllable with a stomp of his foot.
Evan smirked and shared a look with Dorcas before rolling his eyes.
“Sure. And what exactly is this?” He asked, gesturing with his book at your tangled forms.
Okay, so maybe you and Barty were physically affectionate with each other - but that didn’t mean anything.
“What?” Barty asked simply.
“The way you’re sitting, Junior.” Dorcas drawled in a bored tone.
You both looked at each other like you were only just now realising your proximity to each other.
You were positioned on the cushion of the sofa between Barty’s thighs with his arms wrapped around you and his hands weaselled under your shirt and tucked under your breasts.
What?
It was for warmth; he has terrible circulation, you know.
“We always sit like this.” You replied.
Evan scoffed. “You always sit like you’re one sneeze away from having his dick slip inside of you?”
“Okay, you know what?” Barty said, slipping his hands out from your shirt and patting your thighs to say ‘get up’, and standing up behind you. “I didn’t come here to be spoken to like this, least of all by someone who has his head shoved so far up his arse that he could check for tonsillitis.”
Evan shut his book he’d been pretending to read up until that point causing Barty to screech and shout at you to ‘save yourself’ as the two of you took off in the direction of his dorm room.
You were laughing and breathless by the time you made it into Barty’s room and he shut the door behind you, casting a locking charm for good measure should Evan come looking for retribution for the slander.
“Honestly, I think they’re just jealous.” You said breathlessly.
Barty nodded as he sucked in a few deep breaths himself. “I mean, it’s kind of sad he’s never had a best friend that he felt so comfortable with, you know?”
“Exactly!”
“And I don’t know why everyone has to make it so sexual. Do you have great tits? Sure. But that’s not why I put my hands on them!”
“Of course.” You agreed readily. “And I mean, are we two of the hottest people to walk these fucking halls? Of course we are -”
“Absolutely.”
“- but that doesn’t mean we’re shagging!”
“Right!” Barty said with finality as he finally sat down on the chair at his desk. “I don’t know why they have to make everything so weird.”
“Me either.” You groaned as you fell backwards onto Barty’s bed and stared up at the green velvet bed curtains draped over the four poster bed. “They’re probably just jealous.” You repeated. “I mean, we would make a really hot couple; I’d want to be with us too.”
“You know, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.” Barty agreed quickly. “And if we were having sex, they’d bloody know it. It would be hot.”
“Gods, it really would be, wouldn't it?”
“Without a doubt; I’m great in bed, and you’re great at everything.” Barty said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“You know what.” You said as you sat up to face Barty. “It would be hot. Great sex comes from trust-”
“Check.”
“- communication,”
“Check.”
“Familiarity,”
“Duh.”
“Confidence.”
“Obviously.”
“We’d be sodding lucky to be shagging each other!” You proclaimed.
“I agree!” He responded.
You both stared at each other; breathing slightly laboured having gotten yourselves so worked up pleading your cases (to no one, seeing as you were both clearly on the same page).
“Huh.” Barty said finally, giving your body a once over. “You know, maybe it is weird we haven’t fucked before.”
“Yeah.”
Your eyes met his green ones that held an intensity you’d not seen from him before.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna fuck?”
“Yeah.”
And like a flip had been switched, the two of you were launching yourselves at each other.
No time was spent savouring touches or testing waters. It was all teeth clashing, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, and tearing each other’s clothes off.
It felt somehow both forbidden and oh so right.
You’d truly never thought about Barty like this; you really were just that comfortable with one another.
But as you pulled his shirt over his head and started fussing with his belt, a fire roared to life inside you screaming we should have been doing this the whole bloody time.
You nearly tripped over the waistband of your trousers as Barty backed the two of you towards his bed where he sat on the edge.
You broke apart for air as he moved his sinful mouth down the expanse of your torso and took to marking up your breasts.
“Salazar they’re even better like this.” He murmured to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth whilst he pinched the other.
You ran your finger through his hair, an action you'd done many times before, but never like this.
You pulled at it roughly and brought his lips back to yours as you pushed him to lay back on his bed so you could straddle him.
“Merlin, Y/N. No foreplay?” He chuckled breathlessly as you gave his cock a few strokes and whispered a lubrication charm.
“Next time.” You sighed as you lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto his cock, causing the two of you to moan in unison.
“Next time, huh?” Barty teased as he smoothed his hands up and down your sides, allowing the two of you to adjust to the feeling of one another before you experimentally rolled your hips.
“What? Don’t you want to fuck me, Junior?” You taunted right back.
Barty thrusted his hips up roughly into yours, causing you to cry out and place your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think it’s very obvious I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah?” You whispered, bringing your mouth back to his and biting gently on his bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
You breathed a laugh out through your nose before you bit down harder.
“Then fuck me.”
And before you could tell which way was up, Barty had flipped the two of you over so he now hovered over top of you and had his hand wrapped around your neck.
“You want to be fucked, doll?” He groaned as he hooked one of your legs around his hip allowing himself that much deeper in you.
If there was one thing you could thank the fucked up breeding habits of Purebloods for, it was apparently the size of their cocks.
“You want me to ruin you?” He continued as he added more pressure to your throat, still grinding into your now sopping cunt. “Make sure no other wizard is ever good enough for you?”
Your entire body felt like it was on fire; the feeling when you’re sitting on the poolside in the sun after a swim; the beads of water only make the sun’s rays feel that much warmer against your skin.
“Oi.” He demanded, giving your cheek a chastising tap. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked more seriously this time.
His beautiful green eyes were nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils as he continued moving in and out of you with what you realised now was a very controlled pace. But you were eager to see where he’d go from here.
“I’ll be good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” He ordered.
“I’ll be good.”
“What was that?”
“I’ll be good, Barty.” You whined, pulling at his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.
“Who are you going to be good for?”
“You.”
“Yeah?”
You hummed in agreement as he hiked up your other leg and wrapped it around his hip.
“Tell me.”
“I’ll be good for you! Promise. I’ll be so good for you, please.”
Barty chuckled and let out a taunting cooing sound as he fell to his elbows and brought his face to yours.
“There’s no need to beg, sweets.”
And just like that, he was pulling away from you again.
Suddenly, his hands were on your hips and he lifted them into the air, holding them there as he began slamming into you.
“Gonna be so fucking good for me, aren’t you angel?” He grunted.
You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding into you; adjusting his angle every few thrusts in search of something.
“I bet you’re a fucking screamer, huh? You always got so much to say babygirl; don’t go quiet on me now.”
His fingers dug further into the fat of your hips as he adjusted his grip on you, causing you to let out an embarrassing keening sound.
Apparently that was close, but not quite what Barty had been looking for.
“Close. How about we try…”
And he pulled out of you completely before landing a hard smack against your pussy, forcing a surprised scream to tear from your throat.
“There’s the pretty sounds I was looking for.” He celebrated, rubbing placating circles on your clit before repositioning himself and sinking back into you. “Think you can keep that up for me, Princess?”
“Yes!” You cried quickly, grabbing helplessly at the bedding as he once again lifted your hips up into the air, finding that sweet spot inside you that he’d been in search of before his interruption.
He knew he found his mark when you let out another strangled sob.
“Alright pretty girl, there we go, huh? Does that feel good?”
You were babbling affirmatives nonsensically as he groaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him; yesses and pleases spilling from your lips.
“Fuck you feel so good.”
“Please Barty.” You cried, reaching a hand up to his wrist.
He let your hips fall to the bed as he brought one thumb to your clit and his other hand took yours in his.
“What is it, princess? Hm?”
“Please.” You whined, and it sounded pathetic even in your own ears in your current state.
But Barty only tsked and pulled two of your fingers into his mouth which he began to suck.
You could feel the tension building in your core as he quickened his pace with his thumb and his hips before letting your fingers go with a pop.
“I’ll take care of your princess, you know that. When have I ever let you down?”
Never.
“Never.”
He smiled triumphantly down at you; and though his mouth was cocky, his eyes were sincere.
“Exactly. I’m not about to start now, yeah?”
And suddenly his thumb was gone from your clit, your ankles were thrown over his shoulders and he was leaning his weight against the backs of your thighs as he began thrusting into you with an air of desperation.
“Atta girl; so good, huh? S’good.” He grunted as his thrusts became somewhat sloppy. “S’fuckin’ good for me. Perfect for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted with each thrust of his hips. “Please, oh gods, please, please Barty.”
“I know, I know.” He grunted, clearly as close to teetering over some sort of edge as you were. “I know, I feel it. You’re alright, yeah? Go on, sweets; I’ve got you.”
And his hands were holding onto your thighs for dear life and he was kissing at your knee like even that silly little part of you was something worthy of worship, and he did have you and he never let you down and he wasn’t going to start now and you saw stars as you finally fell over the edge.
The room fell quiet as Barty locked his lips on yours, and you realised you’d been screaming.
His hips stuttered as he thrust into you once, twice, three times more before he followed you over the edge; letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he fell to his elbows on top of you and the two of you fought to catch your breath.
In complete contrast to the Barty who was only moments ago pounding mercilessly into you, he started placing, slow, lingering, gentle kisses over your face as his thumbs rubbed idly at your temples.
He pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids, your forehead, your ear.
You knew Barty could have a soft side, but you never imagined it so tender.
“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He whispered, breaking you out of the serene moment and surprising a bark of laughter from you, which caused both of you to groan in discomfort before Barty slowly pulled out of you.
“Stay here, princess.” He instructed as he walked away from the bed and returned a few moments later with a warm cloth and one of his (read: your favourite of his) t-shirts.
You watched him carefully as he cleaned you up - and once again, what probably should have felt awkward or embarrassing felt nothing but natural as he doted on you.
“Can you sit up?” He asked; not one hint of condescension in his tone as he held the neckhole of his shirt open for you to slip your head into.
As it poked through, he pressed a kiss to your lips before helping to thread your arms in.
“Is it safe to assume we’ll be doing that again?” You asked with a smirk, causing him to scoff dramatically.
“We’ll be doing that the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it.”
After a shower and a change into comfies, the two of you returned to the common room, and though Dorcas was long gone, Evan could be found where the two of you had left him, now in the company of Regulus.
“Well boys.” Barty sang dramatically as he swung his legs over the back of the sofa and landed on the seat with a bounce. “We just fucked.”
You rolled your eyes at his blatant goading as you sat beside him.
“Yeah? And I had potions today; so what?” Regulus muttered without looking up from his novel.
“What do you mean so what? This was the first time!” Barty argued.
“This is new.” You insisted severely.
“You know, I always knew Barty was a liar; but I expected better from you, Y/N.”
Your mouth dropped open as Regulus and Evan stood up and walked away from the seating area.
What you didn’t see as they walked towards the Slytherin dungeons was Regulus passing Evan five Galleons for their bet on who could convince the two of you to finally get over your “just friends” bit.
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teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2
summary: miles is not exactly a productive work partner
wc: ~800
A/N: not much plot movement here, but a tiny bit of exposition sort of. Miles will calm down in the following chapters...maybe 🥴
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"Oh Miles? He's in some of my AP classes. Honor student," Your friend's voice filtered through your phone speakers while on the FaceTime call. She popped a potato chip in her mouth as she sat in bed and sniffled, at home with a nasty cold.
"I've heard his name before. I think his dad died, that true?"
"Yeah, a couple years ago. Say he used to be really sweet, and now he don't talk no more."
"That's sad," you remark. "Maybe that's why I'm only seeing him now."
"You actually saw him in class?!?"
Your friend's face was the picture of disbelief, eyes wide as saucers as if this was a rare event.
"Yeah, he's my partner for the week cuz you decided to go and get yo ass sick!" you explained, dramatically jabbing a finger at your phone screen.
"It's not my fault that kid from AP Chem sneezed on me, damn!"
"He's really smart, but his attitude fucking sucks. He draws good, though," you think out loud.
“It’s just a week, sis, give it four more days, you’ll be fine.”
“You’d better hope so, for your sake.”
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The following afternoon saw you asking around, trying to piece together a picture of this kid that everyone simultaneously knew and didn’t know. By the time lunchtime ended and Ms. Jones’ calculus class rolled around, you had heard the following:
‘Almost flunked out of school…on purpose’.
‘Did graffiti on the school walls once.’
‘Freakishly quiet’.
‘Secretly joined a gang’.
That last bit made your stomach turn a little as you approached your new temporary seat. Sure enough, Miles was already slouched at his desk, twirling that same pen between his fingers like a drumstick. You didn’t bother to say ‘hi’ this time. He didn’t bother to look up, either.
Miles didn’t say a word during the lecture portion of class, not even to answer questions. Would explain why you’d hardly noticed him until this week.
As the heavy-set math teacher scanned the classroom, she frequently craned her neck and made brief eye contact with Miles, but never cold-called him.
Her skin was a chestnut shade, and she kept her dark hair pinned back in a tight, slick bun. The way she pressed her lips together as she moved on suggested that they’d been through this before, and she'd be sorely disappointed.
When her lecture ended, Miles suddenly stood to his full height.
You weren’t able to tell by the way he sat, but the boy was quite lanky. Even with his awkwardly-broad shoulders slumped, he likely was a half a head taller than you. Ms. Jones stopped her slow pacing around the classroom and sighed.
“Miles, sweetie, what did I say yesterday?”
Miles looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation before plopping back down into his chair. He raised his hand as if it pained him to do so.
“Yes, Mr. Morales?”
“May I please use the restroom?”
A few snickers could be heard erupting around the classroom, and the woman rolled her eyes. An innocent smile was plastered over Miles’ face, revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. If the smile had actually reached his eyes, you would’ve thought he was cute.
“Go ahead,” Jones relented.
The boy dropped the smile and noisily pushed his chair aside; As he shot back up from his seat and strolled past your desk towards the door, Jones narrowed her eyes at him.
“Hold it. Sir, where are your glasses?”
Miles stopped in his tracks, groaning loudly.
“Oh my god, I don’t need glasses to go potty, Ms. Jones. I can aim, I promise.”
“Make sure you put them on as soon as you get back, your mother told me to remind you. Go,” Jones said, waving her hand dismissively.
“Uh-huh, thank you, ma’am!” The boy was already in the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.
Today's partner work was just a packet of long equations to simplify, so you were only mildly irritated that Miles never seemed to return from his impromptu bathroom trip until the last fifteen minutes of class.
You looked up as he sauntered over to his desk, hands in his pockets.
“Where were you? Class is almost over,” you demanded.
Miles ignored you and sat down, picking up his pen to work at a long string of equations at lightning speed.
Suddenly, you reached over and snapped your fingers in front of him. The boy looked up with his lips curled into a grimace.
"What's good witchu? You got through the work, didn't you?" Miles hissed in a low whisper to avoid catching Ms. Jones' attention.
You frowned deeply. "And what if I didn't? I'd be struggling while you were off running around the damn school-"
"I needed time to myself," he interrupted. "To think."
" 'Think' about what?"
"Personal shit," Miles resumed his problem-solving. "Any more questions, officer?"
The school bell rang, pulling from you a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to see him again for another 24 hours.
#miles morales#earth 42 miles morales#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales x reader#spiderman across the spiderverse#moralesanhour
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Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile
Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)
Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂
A Tale as Old as Time.
“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"
Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.
Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”
"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"
"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"
“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”
A grimace.
“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”
“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”
"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."
"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."
Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.
A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.
His curiosity still left wanting.
She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.
Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.
"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."
“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."
“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”
“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”
"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"
"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.
“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”
They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.
Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.
Her perspective and his, one and the same.
Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.
Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.
“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”
#twst#twisted wonderland#Cater Diamond#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Cater birthday takeover#something no one asked for#spoilers#twisted wonderland scenarios#Ruggie Bucchi
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Can you do Welt during white day?? I loved your valentine's one, but how would he repay his partner?? :3
This was a good reminder for me cuz I was gonna do it so thank you Anon 🫡
Gn and older reader!
Also maybe a little surprise perhaps at the end 👀 (it’s another hc but you get it)
Welt Yang white day hcs
Since Welt promised to return the favor, he made sure to have everything prepared for a right moment (and a big surprise).
Welt treated reader with gifts he knew they’d like, knowing them well enough over the years (anything of your choice obviously).
He got them a bunch of flowers which were a Rose, Forget-Me-Not, Camellia, Sunflower, and a Alstroemeria (Welt got one of each).
Welt even made a small chocolate cake for his lover and if they didn’t like sweets, he always had a back up just in case (ex: spicy chocolate. Idk if sour chocolate exist so I’m sorry to the sour lovers out there).
Welt even made a small plush of himself for his lover if they ever miss him while out on a Trailblazer Expedition <3 (totally not based from a Sirin & Reader fic I read on Wattpad that had Welt having implied feelings for reader in it I think).
He also did reservations at a restaurant, but if his lover didn’t want to eat out, he was totally fine with it! He’ll make something back at the Express for reader since he enjoys cooking for them.
Then when it almost hits midnight, Welt goes on one knee, grabbing a small box from his pocket as he opens it, showing a ruby ring.
“Will you marry me, Rakkaani?”
Welt knows he was probably late (very) to pull out the ring but he finally had a chance to do so.
Both him and his now fiancé agreed that once they find a way back to Earth, they’ll get married.
But the tricky part is, does his fiancé want to go by “Yang” or “Nokianvirtanen” when it gets close to their wedding day…?
Ruby: symbolize love and passion
Rose: Signifying passion, desire, and the deepest feelings of adoration for someone
Forget-Me-Not: symbolize true love
Camellia: symbolize love, affection, and admiration
Sunflower: symbolize adoration, happiness, loyalty, and longevity
Alstroemeria: represents a strong bond with a loved one as well as prosperity.
Rakkaani (Finish): my love
I hope you’re satisfied with this and if there’s any actual Finish speakers, please correct me on that! :)
#honkai impact 3rd x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai impact x reader#welt yang x reader#honkai impact 3rd#honkai star rail#joachim nokianvirtanen#honkai impact 3rd welt yang#hi3 welt x reader
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umm dont hate me y’all I was bored.
for: @b3achysurfur cuz you wanted smth like this I think? I know you never asked me personally but I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I decided to write it.
disclaimer: english is not my first language.
tw: death and slight blood (but like I’m bad at describing it so there’s not much.)
The day had gone like this: Alex came to her room (or prison or cell or whatever the synonym of ‘locked up somewhere against one’s will’ was called) did mandatory checkups and then stayed to chat for a bit. Not that Ashlyn participated, instead opting to stare blankly at Alex until he understood that she wanted to be left alone. And once he did (quite dense, he was) he left without a word.
Finally being alone for the few minutes or hours (she never knew the time anymore) before twelve, she worked on devising an escape plan. She knew they couldn’t escape via window, mainly because no one was allowed permission to leave the cubed room without guards following them. Ashlyn was aware that leaving through the alternate dimension wouldn’t help either, since their bodies stayed tethered to its original spot.
A pain to work with, yes, but not a nuisance. She could find a way, somehow, and she would. She wouldn’t let her friends stay in this weird asylum place any longer than they had to. By any means necessary.
Ashlyn could feel her body being transported to the alternate dimension, the way her stomach dropped and her heart began to beat faster until she blinked and she was still in her claustrophobic room, but the scraping and screeching of phantoms gave away where she was.
She didn’t take long to get off the bed and made her way to Tyler’s room (where everyone had unanimously agreed to meet up the first time they’d been sent to the phantom dimension). Everyone else was already there when she opened the door and she felt relief wash over her once she saw them — as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders temporarily. They were somewhat safe — as safe as one could be in a dimension with deadly creatures out to kill you.
It didn’t take long for everyone to begin looking for a way out. They went in pairs: Tyler and Aiden (obviously), Taylor and Ben and Ashlyn and Logan. Once the teams had been made everyone was quick to split up (save for Tyler and Aiden, who were stuck sitting in Tyler’s room).
Ashlyn hadn’t been paying attention when it had happened. One minute, she had been looking through a hallway checking for phantoms with Logan behind her — and the next she’d heard him scream and drop his gun on the floor with a loud clunk. She looked over her shoulder, a question about to leave her lips when she paused.
A phantom held Logan’s face between two claws, pressing down on either side and making a sickening crunch. She winced but didn’t move. Logan was screaming, crying, pleading to her to do something, but she was frozen. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or mild curiosity that was stopping her from helping the boy.
Her hesitance paid the price in the end, with blood oozing out of Logan’s eyes and nose and ears, and one last sickening crunch echoed through the halls before Logan stilled. The phantom dropped him immediately, the manic grin on its face never dropping as it charged for her. Ashlyn’s feet finally moved, dodging the attack and grabbing the discarded gun from the floor. With a resounding bang, the phantom dropped to the floor and stayed down.
She wasn’t sure why she had to bite back the grin that was forming when she looked at Logan’s body. Claw marks were bruised into his face and the blood kept oozing out until it made a small puddle on the floor. Ashlyn tilted her head, something akin to surprise flowing through her as she blinked at the sight.
Logan was dead. Logan was dead.
A grin finally broke through her face and this time she didn’t fight it. Maybe she should feel sad since Logan was part of the team, part of the same team she’d sworn she’d protect and yet here he was. Lying on the floor looking pathetic as ever. She showed no sympathy towards him and almost wondered why, before deciding that contemplating such queries would be a waste of her time.
Instead, she walked passed Logan’s body and made her way back to the gang. They all seemed worried about the noise, asking questions and wondering if she was alright. She reassured them, of course she was alright. In fact, she was delighted!
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Tyler asked, almost suspiciously.
“Logan died,” was her only explanation before the room burst into relived laughs and celebratory clapping.
“Actually?” Aiden asked, tilting his head with a smile, “he’s like actually dead?”
Ashlyn nodded, “yeah.”
“You know what that means?” Taylor said, grin stretching into a happy smirk. “Party time!”
And with everyone’s enthusiasm, they set up a party with whatever decorations they could find (which wasn’t much, but Taylor was really good at compromising) and before long the starch-white walls had been splashed with a variation of colours from Aiden’s paints and ‘LOGAN DIED!!!’ was written on the wall with bright red paint.
Ashlyn had never been to many parties before, she could count on one hand how many times she’d attended a party willingly. But she didn’t think any other party or event could compare to the tomfoolery they got up to while celebrating the death of their teammate. Aiden started a conga line; Taylor shredded paper to throw it around the room like make-shift confetti; Ben showed them a few dance moves and even Tyler was enjoying himself.
Deep down, Ashlyn knew that no sane person would host a party for a dead comrade, but it’s been a long time since she was considered ‘sane’ and the facility they were locked in just proved it. So maybe she let herself indulge, just a bit, now that Logan was gone.
#take my dogshit writing guys#don’t criticise me I know I’m bad#BTW I AM NOT A LOGAN HATER (although I do think he’s kinda boring story-wise rn)#pls don’t come for my family/j#school bus graveyard#sbg#sbg (webtoon)#ashlyn banner#aiden clark#logan fields#ben clark#tyler hernandez#taylor hernandez#tw death#my writing#my fics#I guess?#if I decide to post it on ao3 that is#fu’s writing
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Okay so Tucker and Kaikaina in Shisno Paradox. Idk how long this is gonn be but it’s gonna go below a cut jic (and so I don’t spoil anything for June lol)
I think the easiest thing they could’ve done to make this dynamic better is just have them reciprocate each others lust from the beginning. Is it funny that Tucker gets rejected by Kai when she proposes time travel sex bc he thinks she’s talking about him? Is it funny that he fucks up her attempts to have sex with people from the past? Is it funny that he has been bragging about having done her back in Blood Gulch and that’s not actually the case (despite the fact that Kai literally says that they did during the s13 climax)? I guess? But you know what else is funny? Tucker and Kai actually going back in time and having sex with people from history. Like I feel like that has just as much, if not more comedic potential than the two of them just being annoyed with each other. I know this is the “everyone is arguing with each other because fuck friendships for some reason” arc but like it didn’t have to be.
Personally I was laughing when Kai and Tucker were talking about using the time travel gun for sex, like that was funny! The episode was literally TITLED “Sis and Tuck’s Sexcellent Adventure” and then they just drop that in favor of these two arguing. Like come on that’s not as funny at all.
They didn’t have to have reciprocated feelings (as much as I personally like them as a ship), there’s nothing wrong with characters having physical attraction to each other and acting on it. Hell up until now it was implied that they did actually have sex. I suppose the idea that they didn’t is kind of a funny subversion of expectation but the direction they go with it isn’t rlly entertaining, at least for me.
And if the intent was to get to the angsty Kai backstory, you could’ve still gotten there! Maybe she and Tucker try to do the time travel sex, but she gets tired/worn out before Tucker does and he doesn’t listen to her when she suggests they take a break from time traveling for a bit, dragging her along to the time periods HE wants to go to without considering her feelings. Still kinda sucks as Tucker characterization bc he should realistically be better than that, but it’s better than what the hell we got that’s for sure.
Anyway she could still blow up at him for being selfish and then they might argue and then later on they can have the heart to heart where she talks about her childhood and being promiscuous due to her insecurity about her own self image, and instead of saying “Tucker what you said reminded me of my trauma” it’s more of a reflection, kind of “Hey as my friend I want to let you know why I’m like this in the first place and why I was so insecure/nervous about saying no to going along with your adventure” and Tucker could still apologize and all that.
Then maybe a confession of feelings from Tucker so he gets a moment of vulnerability too, and like I said as much as I ship them I do kinda like Kai’s “I used to have feelings for you too” cuz ik this season didn’t actually care about these two as a ship, and Tucker demonstrates maturity by showing he’s okay with her rejection.
Although if they DID wanna make them a ship, there’s not a ton that actually has to change in the script for that to happen. (in my version not the version of SP we canonically got) They already get along like friends, they had sex before, and when they had an argument from Tucker being a bad friend, they worked through it. All you’d rlly need is for Kai to eventually come to the conclusion that she rlly likes Tucker, and that at some point, it stops being just as friends and she really wants him, and seeing as Tucker already has feelings for her but cares about her enough to not act on them, there might be some hesitation there but I think they’d make a rlly good pairing after that. Their sense of humor is already similar, they already get along, and they’re just so cute together ugh I’m getting distracted anyway it would make the moment everyone gets thanos snapped to repeat their timelines till infinity where he says “K I need to tell you-” all the more emotional, at least to me, bc that moment lives rent free in my brain anyway I just wanted better writing for these two is that too much to ask
#sid rants#sid watched#rvb#red vs blue#lavernius tucker#kaikaina grif#tucksis#i will get the ship name off the ground. end the ‘sucker’ agenda#tuckerrr
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Chosen of the Sun |
| forest // sixty-four
| @maladi777 | @mangopysims
next / previous / beginning
ASTER: Do you believe in the gods, Little Bloom?
TALILA: Mm. I believe in me. I believe in you. I believe in enjoying things for what they are, not what could be.
ASTER: Yeah? I sort of like that.
TALILA: It’s much simpler that way.
ASTER: You know, it’s not my first brush with death. And not in the way these trials have been all manner of violent and murderous since we started. I’ve spent a lot of my life just trying to see tomorrow. I thought, once, it was over. It’s been a long time since then… Somewhere along the way I taught myself how to tuck those truths in dark corners. Learned to convince myself it never mattered anyways. Cuz you can’t hurt if you don’t care, right? But I do care. I did.
TALILA: What happened back then?
ASTER: Ah, you know what the say. Kids are cruel. I was never much liked. Growing up, humans hated me for being part elf, and elves hated me for being part human. It wasn’t my fault, either way, but they sure wanted me to think so. Blamed me for all sorts of things. Small things… not so small things. It seemed not a day went by when I wasn’t getting brought up on some kind of charge. If anything ever went missing in town, mine was the first name on their lips.
ASTER: It was easy for them to blame the odd one out. And back then I didn’t have the sort of charisma I have now. A temper, sure, but fighting only ever made it worse. There was this group of…
TALILA: Bullies?
ASTER: To put it lightly. But it was more complicated. I… don’t remember much. I know that something bad had happened in the village. Something terrible. They’d found the body of a neighbor by the river. He was young. Maybe we’d played together once or… I don’t know. No one knew what had happened really. If it’d been an accident or… if someone had… Well, they wanted answers, and when they couldn’t find them they fell back into old habits.
TALILA: Blaming the odd one out.
ASTER: I was a child myself. Or I was. But that night I suppose I became a murderer. At least, in the village’s collective mind. I just remember running. Far as I could go. Wasn’t far, mind you. Little legs only have so much strength. I hid. Some old abandoned thing. No one had lived there long as I’d been alive. And I just waited. Even when they came and called, I didn’t move. Even when they stopped calling; When it was quiet and they’d gone. I was afraid, and so I stayed there in that room. I stayed. As the smoke crept under the door and the floorboards grew warm. When I smelled the fire and it was too late. I thought I would die there. And just like back in that chamber, I wanted to go on. How I managed to pull myself up and crawl out of that burning house I’ll never know. But I’ve never been able to confront it again. When the fires burn too hot… I’ll always run.
#ts4#ts4 screenshots#ts4 story#ts4 bachelor challenge#chosen of the sun#cc: aster songleaf#cc: talila#death tw
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I know you've seen the boys a while ago you said you had couple of interactions with Matty can uou talk about it more? 🤎
Sure!!
It was the Baltimore show where I was at the very front / second row in the pit. So basically I could see him and he could see me. We were on Ross’s side (and I waved at him and he smiled when he saw me freak out lmao, what a dickhead). So I had the perfect view of Matty and Ross but not Adam or George :( saw Adam a tiny bit. George, all the way in the back, wasn’t too close to us.
BUT Matty was VERY fun and he interacted with our group and the general front few rows a bunch. Some of the interactions even made it on TikTok. He even said that the Baltimore show was the best they’d done so far. And I genuinely think that it’s mostly cuz we didn’t all have our phones out and stuff. Like some people took pics and short videos here and there, but for the most part, the front of the pit was just people dancing and vibing. So he danced with us and interacted with a lot of us and had a lot of fun.
Like, for example, he made fun of our dancing. And, during TOOTIME, I was kind of subconsciously doing the counting hand motion at “I only called one time; maybe it was two times…etc.” and he started mimicking me and laughing. At first I was like there’s no way that’s directed at ME? So I started looking around like an idiot and he found that hilarious. At one point I blew him a kiss and he blew one baccckkkkkk 🥹🥹🥹 (but then also blew tons of kisses for everyone else as well so it wasn’t JUST ME) I lost my mind.
During “Too Shy” he was dancing and looking at me, so any time he got to “maybe I would like you better if you took off your clothes” I’d gesture for him to take his shirt off. Cuz he would do the thing where he’d play with it/ lift it a bit and you can see his tummy. So I kept being like “just take it off” and singing the lyric at him. He looked me dead in the eyes and said no. At that point I’d gotten over my “OH MY GOD MATTY HEALY IS LOOKING AT ME?!!!” And just rolled my eyes and gave him the finger. Which, again, he found really funny. He laughed and did a little dramatic bow before making his way to the other side.
There are a lot of little moments like that where it felt like he appreciated the audience’s attention and wanted to reciprocate. The girl next to me made heart signs at him whenever he looked in our direction and he mouthed to her “love you too” the girl in front of me had the sign that read “democracy is stupid” and he read it and said “that’s a quote of mine” (she actually had the sign cuz on the other side it there was more where she would force him to pick a song to sing. Like her point was “since you think democracy is stupid you don’t get a choice. You have to pick a song”) kinda, but he didn’t seem to understand the point. He read the first side of the sign, started ranting to explain why “democracy is stupid,” got distracted by some tangent, and never looked at the sign again HAHA.
My friend also had her hand up while dancing and he kind of mimicked her and started flailing around. He just basically enjoys roasting his fans. If he thinks someone dances kinda funny he’ll make fun of them. But it’s okay cuz he’s a sweetheart and he’s so hot and when they did 28 I think I forgot to breathe.
Oh man. Best night of my fuckin life :( I miss him. I miss them all.
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Breakup to Make Up
Summary: Chris is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.
Pairings: frat boy! Chris Evans x black!reader
Warnings: minors dni, smut, unprotected sex, arguing, make up sex
(A/N: long time no see 😭 this took me forever to finish, but we’re finally here! Maybe a little rushed at the end cuz I just really really wanted to post something. Anyway please like, follow, and reblog with comments. Thank you 💜✌🏾)
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He wondered if you could feel him watching your every move. Eyes trailing up and down that body. Thinking about how it had been way too long since he’d seen it with nothing on. Three weeks to be exact. Fuck had you been mad at him.
He knows he shouldn’t have freaked out over your little friend or whatever but so what he was jealous. Yeah, yeah it made him a hypocrite or whatever but it’s not like you didn’t know about Britt.
And after that night it’s not like they’d been fucking around. Britt had ‘needed time to think.’ The two of them really only keeping up with appearances.
But he’d done it.
Finally.
Broke up with her.
Sure he knew the shit storm that would ensue was going to be not great. When her parents find out all hell would probably break loose. Her mother had big plans for them.
Ya know the whole big wedding. Where they move into a giant home in a suburb of Boston to be the perfect New England family. Chris was supposed to go off and be this guy that everyone was expecting him to be.
But what about what he wanted him to be. Maybe he didn’t want to think about what he was supposed to do. What about what he wanted to do.
Right now he wanted you.
Even if you were acting like couldn’t see him. It seemed like you’d been avoiding social settings. Which made sense, considering Britt’s sorority seemed to have it out for you even more than they did before.
It wasn’t like people hadn’t known about the argument over beer pong. Had been calling you trashy and shit. As if Britt wasn’t completely trying to egg you on. It’s just normally you wouldn’t have stood up for yourself as you usually tried to brush her off but then it was like how dare you not kiss the queen bee’s ass.
He was tired of dating a bully. It made him look like an ass too. Then you had the nerve to look so fucking sexy telling her off. Made him remember the moment he sunk into you. Chris didn’t even know sex could feel like that. Then he found himself envelopes in your warmth and now he couldn’t go back. So yeah sorry if you made him a little crazy.
Even still you’d done a great job at ignoring him. Had clearly blocked his number. Thought you were getting away from him. Clearly you didn’t know who you were fucking with because Chris had no intention of just letting you go and what giving someone else the chance to touch you? Over his dead body.
He’d been letting you play your little games and act like this but he was tired of it. He needed to get what was his. You were his.
Finally your eyes were connected. Though you tried to look away all quickly. And yet they still kept making their way to his. No way you were still mad at him.
Found himself chuckling when one of his frat brothers came up to you to start talking. Yeah fucking right. As if you’d show Preston any fucking attention.
So why the fuck were you giving him your number.
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Ever since that day, Chris found himself more irritated than usual as he saw the way Preston had hung around you. Like a little fucking fly just buzzing around his favorite piece of dessert.
Grossed him the fuck out. Made him want to hit something. You had to be doing this on purpose, right? Was trying to get under his skin.
So what he couldn’t help himself. He needed to talk to you. “What, Chris?” You asked him all flat. Arms crossed. As if you were really sick of him.
“Cut the shit,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. Surprised you even answered the door of your dorm. Of course he saw you left and needed to make sure you were home and not who knows where with Preston of all people especially. Couldn’t stand the idea of that dweeb hanging around you. Around what was his. Even if you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. “What’s going on between you and Preston?” He asked.
You found yourself scoffing. “That is none of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? It’s not? So you’re saying if I were to push you back into your room and take those cute little shorts down I’m not gonna find a wet pussy underneath it?”
Your eyes narrowed at this. He really had some damn nerve. Shrugged you answered, “Maybe. Just because you turn me on doesn’t mean I’m yours.”
Chris bit his tongue. Eyes trailing up down your body. Had you been waiting for someone. Seemed like you were dressed for a dick appointment.
“Chris, what’re you doin’ here?” Preston’s voice could be heard behind him and he immediately thought about turning around to punch him in the face. Instead his eyes connected with yours in a snarl.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Chris asked.
“Preston, what are you doing here?” You asked at the same time.
“Wanted to see if you had the notes from chem,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Remember.”
“Oh,” you shook your head. “Yeah just let me grab ‘em.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. So if you weren’t dressed like this for him then who were you dressed like this for. He followed you into your room, glancing behind you as he came to sit on your bed. Damn sure wasn’t leaving now that he was here. Not after seeing Preston here.
You took him the notes and Chris could hear you exchanging thank you’s before closing the door. “Who the hell do you think you are?” You snapped at him.
“No who the hell do you think you are?” He repeated. “What were you hoping something would happen with Preston of all fucking people?”
“I didn’t say that!” You exploded. “Why am I even explaining anything to you. Weren’t not together. You have a girlfriend!”
“I broke up with her!” He finally admitted.
Chris couldn’t hold it in anymore. Had hated that the two of you hadn’t been talking as is and now there it was. All out on the table. Shit.
Your jaw hung open at his confession. Chest thumping. “W-what?” You asked, unsure if you misheard him.
“I broke up with Britt,” he repeated. “After our fight, I don’t know,” he looked away from you not able to handle the way you were looking at him with those big eyes, “I guess I realized you were right. That it wasn’t fair.”
Crossing your arms in front of your chest, sitting down beside him. Not that you knew what to say. Sure you’d thought about this moment a fuck ton of times, but never thought it would actually happen. Men like Chris didn’t actually leave their girlfriends for their side chicks. Or that’s what you’d been telling yourself to get over it.
“Just figured why the hell do I keep wasting time with her when I-,” he cut himself off trying to even figure out what he was trying to say. Those words on the tip of his tongue but it wasn’t easy. “Then I come here and you’re dressed like this and here comes Preston I-,”
“Chris, it… I didn’t know he was coming by,” you went on to say. “Not that you’d have any right to be mad anyway.”
That made him look at you, head snapping in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N,” he said. “Just because we were fighting doesn’t mean you weren’t mine.”
“We weren’t fighting I broke up with you,” you said.
“No,” he said. “Sure I gave you your space, but you did not break up with me. And I better not find out that you’ve been with anyone sense.”
You glared at him. Crossing your arms as you looked away. Only for him to put his hand under your chin to make you look back at him. “I’m not your property.”
“I didn’t call you property. I would never call you that. You are my woman, though. And I better never find out that anyone else got to have you.” He got closer to whisper into your ear. Fuck you were finally so close to him. At least you were only in your dorm wearing a skimpy little thing like this. Actually… “Whats with what you’re wearing anyway.”
“Not that it’s any of your business-,” you started to say only for him to drop his hand to your neck to give you a warning squeeze.
“Everything you do is my business,” he corrected.
You rolled your eyes. “My roommates out with her boyfriend so I decided to have a nice romantic night in with myself,” you finished.
Which in his head all he heard you say was that you had the whole place to yourselves. No Preston to interrupt. Not you running off to some little study buddy either. He didn’t give a shit about your nasty attitude. Could fuck you through that. Would have you acting sweeter than a peach after he fucked it out of you.
“Anything else you need to know, Warden,” you said, trying to sound all snooty. He’d had it up to here with you, though. Yanking you into him so you’d lay across his lap. “Hey!”
“I’d watch how you talk to me if I were you. Sure my frat brothers probably know how much of a slut you are, but you want your neighbors to know too?”
“We ca- Chris!” You gasped as he cupped your ass. Putting his thumb in between your ass cheek to really get a grip on it. Yeah he’d never go that long without touching you like this ever again. See why he couldn’t help get jealous. He was fucking crazy about you. All of you.
“What was that?” He taunted, hand coming up so he could deliver a sharp slap to the globe of your ass cheek. Gasping again and hips jumping up. “That’s what I thought,” he said when he realized you weren’t talking back for once. “Gonna watch your fucking mouth now, huh?”
You didn’t say anything. Just laid with your head against the mattress. Almost like you were trying to hide from him.
Chris laid a smack on your ass before groping you. “Let’s get it clear, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. Even your fucking heart is mine.” He grabbed you by your hair to pull your head up so he could bring your face up to his. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Chris, I-,” you whimpered, a stray tear falling. Hated how turned on you were.
He’d cut you off by grabbing your ass again, sharply. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” He asked. Not giving a shit about what excuse you were ready to come up with.
You nodded, bottom lip trembling. Chris let out an irritated breath. All he wanted to do was love you right now. Kiss you. Show you how much he’d been missing you. Instead here you were playing little fucking games.
He put his hand against your jaw. Pulling you into his mouth. “What? You can’t speak?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “You gotta problem?”
You shook your head but Chris could hear you sniffle. Ah shit. Instead of keeping it going he pulled you up. Pulling you into his lap.
“I th-though-thought you-you didn’t wa-want m-me,” you were sobbing into his shoulder. Except he couldn’t exactly understand you.
He wrapped his arms around you. Rocking you back and forth. “Shhh, Baby. Its okay. I got you. I’m sorry.” He said anyway. Whispering into your ear. Squeezing you so you had to get as close as possible to him.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” you repeated, much more clear this time. Tears still streaming down your face.
Chris furrowed his brow. Hating those words as soon as they left your mouth. “Never, Baby. I just didn’t know what to do. Wanted to have my cake and eat it, too.”
“What about you and Britt?” You asked with a sniffle.
“We’re done, Baby. I promise. There’s no one else,” he whispered in your ear, kissing behind your earlobe. “I’m all yours.”
You nodded, pulling away as your lip trembled. “Promise?”
“I promise,” he replied leaning in to press a plump kiss to your lips. Only meaning for it to be quick except he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Had been too fucking long since he’d tasted you.
Chris laid back, taking you with him. Lips moving against each other. Fuck he missed this. Hands going to your ass to squeeze you. Needing to feel you all over. Can’t believe he went this long.
“Chris,” you moaned against his mouth. Fucking music to his ears. He turned you over in your bed so he was on top. Making sure to get nice and situated between your thighs.
Pinning your hands down with his as he felt himself getting harder. Needed you fucking bad. That’s why he couldn’t help himself when he came over here. Had been sick of waiting for you to come to him. If he needed to chase you so be is.
His bicep curled around your thigh. Not able to stop himself from finally fucking doing it. If anything it shouldn’t have taken him this long. Couldn’t help it with his stubborn ass.
“Chris,” you whimpered as his lips began to trail your neck. Back arching so you pressed into him deeper. Tits getting squished against his chest. As bad as he wanted to stay like this, he wanted more. Pulling away so he could take his shirt off.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, before kissing you quickly. “You missed me, huh.”
You nodded, throwing your arms around him. Nails trailing along his muscular back making him shiver underneath your touch. “You know I did.”
He licked his lips, kissing your again. “I missed you, too,” he confessed. Not like he hadn’t spent most of last week in denial about it. If he hadn’t seen you talking to that asshole would he have even finally got his shit together. Probably not. The jealousy had eaten him up.
Especially since he’d been trying to give Britt the time she asked for. Didn’t want to be a complete and total dick. Too bad he wanted his girl. So now he finally had you right where he wanted you. Underneath him. Ready for a taste when-
“Y/N, have you seen my-,” a voice interrupted the two of you. Making you pull away quickly as your roommate stopped when she saw. “Shit! Sorry!” She backed out, closing the door behind her.
You pushed against him so you could get up. Chris groaned, realizing how fucking hard he was. Had been ready to claim you all over again and now you were getting up to go after her to ask what she wanted. Definitely embarrassed by the shy look on your face when you came back. “She forgot her card,” you mumbled when you sat back down on the bed.
“Oh,” he replied. “That’s okay. You okay?”
“Yeah I’m okay,” you replied, biting your lip.
Chris smiled. Not being able to help himself when he scooted you on his lap. Kissing your cheek. “You hungry? Want to get some food or we could hang out somewhere. Something.”
“Like, you wanna hang out in public?” You asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. No more keeping this behind closed doors, okay?”
With that you nodded too, a smile spreading on your lips. “Just let me get ready.”
“Of course, Baby.”
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You could really tell Chris had been trying to put in the effort. From making it clear that he was definitely your boyfriend. To you practically living in his room. Still though aside from making out the two of you hadn’t had sex and he’d been dying to take it back to that.
Seemed like every time he got close, someone would interrupt or the two of you would end up talking. Which was great, but fuck he doesn’t think his dick can live like this anymore. It was like constant blue balls 24/7.
Sometimes you’d have your ass all pressed up against him while you slept. Wondering if you could feel him under you. Had been wearing a pair of panties underneath the shirt he let you borrow. Which had risen up so his cock could be pressed up right against your soft skin.
He doesn’t think he’d been this horny since he first hit puberty. Not like you’d be mad at him if he slid in. If anything he knew you’d take it. You always took it. Except then you got your period and while he didn’t give a shit, you did and told him you didn’t want your first time again to be like that.
At least he got to be with you in public now. Didn’t care who saw him hold your hand. Kissed you wherever he felt like, whenever he wanted. And you and your best friend seemed happy dragging him and her boyfriend everywhere. Even out to lunch where you were sitting way to close to him. Feeling all over his thigh.
“Unless you’re trying to start something, I suggest you stop,” he said, into your ear.
“Maybe I am,” you whispered back to him before kissing his cheek.
“Oh well, isn’t this cute,” a familiar voice interrupted you, making your heads snap up.
Chris groaned as soon as he saw his ex standing there glaring down at them. Three of her little minions beside her. “Britt,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Cut the shit, Christopher,” she snapped. “Look, I played nice when I knew you were fucking her behind my back-,”
You interrupted his ex with a cackle. Not able to help yourself. “Was it really behind your back?” You tilted your head to the side. “Not like you weren’t there.”
“Wait, what?” Your roommate gasped, suddenly everyone turning to look at her.
“Tell ‘em, Britt,” you said with a shrug. “About how you dared me to fuck your boyfriend and saw that I did it better than you and I fucked him so good he saw that he didn’t need to put up with your shit anymore.”
It had been clear you’d been waiting to get some things off your chest to her. Not that Chris could blame you. Britt had no business messing with you before and now look.
Britt’s jaw dropped as her friends turned to her. “You did what?” One of them asked with a raised eyebrow, almost like she wanted to laugh. The one Chris had been telling her was not her friend of all people.
Chris looked over at you. Shocked by your reaction. He knew you didn’t like Britt, but he’d never seen you like this. It was kind of hot seeing you stick up for yourself. Laying claim to him.
“Chris! You’re just gonna let her talk to me like that?” She gasped, stomping her foot.
“It’s not like she’s lying,” he replied. You sat beside him with a smirk. Leaning over to kiss behind his ear. Kind of enjoying you like this. That’s when he put his hand on your thigh , squeezing it.
Britt stomped away. Her friends not too far behind. Then he found himself trying to rush so the two of you could get the fuck out of there and back to his bedroom. Was tired of waiting and shit.
“Chris!” You squealed as he picked you up, pushing your back into the wall.
“Looked so fucking hot,” he said, making you gasp as his lips had went to your neck, must have been trying to leave you a hickey with the way he was sucking on your neck. “Need you so bad.”
“I didn’t tell you, but I got off my period this morning,” you said, biting your lip.
“You weren’t going to tell me?” He asked.
You shrugged. “Wanted to see how long you could go?”
Chris smacked your ass. Leaving his hands there so he could spread your ass cheeks apart. Ready to give it to you like he’d been missing. Sure he could have made your first time together again special and it would be, but the candles and rose petals would have to wait for another time.
“Don’t ever do that shit again,” he said into to it ear. “You hear me?”
You nodded before smashing your lips to his. Hands feeling all over his muscles in his shoulders. Not able to help yourself. Wanting to be close to him. Couldn’t believe he was finally all yours. Hadn’t even realized you were in his room until he laid you down in his bed.
“Missed you, Baby,” he said, flipping over so you could be on top of him. Straddling him around his waist as his hands went back to your ass.
“I missed you, too,” you whimpered, grinding against him. Needing to feel the friction. Pussy getting wetter as you spoke. “Please,” you preened.
“What do you want, Baby?” He asked, helping you remove your top.
“I want you. Want you so bad,” you moaned, as his lips went to your chest. Nipping and sucking and biting. Making you gasp for him as you lowered yourself so you were right over his dick. The friction making your jaw drop open as you didn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck me. Please.”
“I should make you beg for it since you made me wait this long,” he said, putting his thumb against your crotch. Ready to take off your pants. Putting you on your back once again so he could do that. “I don’t even know if you can handle it.”
Not like you didn’t agree. How the hell were you going to take him. It had been too long since you did and while you’d spent plenty of nights thinking about it, you were almost scared to try. Maybe that’s why you’d been welcoming every distraction. Don’t know if you were ready to be split open again.
Though, right now you’re not really sure you had much of a choice. Not with the hunger in his eyes. You’d denied him for far too long.
He started kissing down your body. Bringing your legs up so that he could get situated between your thighs. Knew he finally had you right where he wanted you.
“Chris,” you cried, hands going to your hair as he started licking you up. Wanted to get you properly wet first. Had to so you could take him properly. He knew as soon as he slid in there was no way he was holding back.
He peeked up at you, watching your face screw all up before throwing your head back. Moaning his name and moving your hips. Chris put his hands on your thighs, holding you down. Had you right where he wanted you and he wasn’t about to let you fuck that up.
“You’re gonna make me-,” you stopped with a gasp, “Christopher!” You breathed. “Shit, Chris. Fuck. Chris!” Eyes rolling back as it finally happened, juices cascaded into his mouth. “Ugh!”
Seeing you like this, fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. Needed to be inside of you now. As he kissed up your body, he hoped to leave a few hickies in his wake. Getting to your lips and making sure his kiss was deep.
Pushing your legs apart with his knees as he got situated between you. Pinning your hands down with his as he used his hips to guide his dick towards your entrance. “Fuck!” You gasped as he pushed the tip in. Head going back into the pillow underneath. A furrow creasing in your brow as you looked down between you.
Chris put his hand under your chin so you had to move your face back up. Eyes locked into each other. Licking your lips as your words had been caught in your throat as he went in deeper. Almost not even wanting to give you time to adjust, but this was your first time in a long time.
Unlike the real first time, it was just the two of you. Sure that’s how things had ended up anyway after Britt realized he’d never been like that with her. He’d wanted to feel bad about it, but hell it’s not like she hadn’t put him in that position in the first place. Literally. If she hadn’t been bugging you, you wouldn’t have ended up under him. Taking him in a way she never did.
Sure he tried to hold on for old times sake, but after he found out how she’d been it was hard for him to look past it. What did he look like dating a fucking bully. If anything he kind of owed you for all the shit you put up with. Not that you clearly had any problem with fighting back. Fuck that shit was so sexy.
Chris kissed your neck, listening to you moan as he thrusted his hips. Fuck you felt better than he remembered. Not like those same thoughts weren’t crossing your mind. Couldn’t believe you were like this after that time apart.
Had been so sure you could move on and you wanted to. Really did. Except he kept creeping into your head. Thinking about him like this. The way he fucked you like he owned your pussy and to be honest, he did. Even when you were broken up.
At this point everything between you had been an open secret in your frat. Hell, even when you tried to flirt with Preston he laughed and said he didn’t want to get punched for fucking around with you.
Didn’t even want to try being with someone else. How could you when you were pretty sure no other man could fuck you like this. He’d officially ruined you.
“Harder,” you whined into his ear, clawing at his back. Had been trying to be close to you, but fuck it. He missed you for a reason. The nice and tender shit was cute, but it had been too goddamn long.
Chris flipped you over to grab you by your hips. Making sure your ass was in the air right where he wanted it. You braced yourself as you felt him guide into you again. Squeezing your eyes shut as he bottomed out. Body trembling as you forced yourself to take his dick. “Fuck!” You sobbed into the sheets.
He rolled his hips just now he knew you liked. Exactly how he’d been thinking about. Looking down to see the way you’d started to cream around him.
Trying to give you exactly what you asked for. “You’re- you’re gonna- you’re- I’m gonna fucking cum, Chris!” You looked back at him. One of your hands going to your breasts as you played with your nipples. The extra stimulation making you clench around him.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, slapping your ass. “Fucking cum for me. I want everyone in the house to hear that we’re back together. Cum for me. Want you to scream my name.”
“Chris!” You sobbed just like he wanted you to, ass shaking as you did as you were told. There’s his fucking girl. Fuck he missed you.
Lowering yourself as it became harder for you to hold yourself up. Only for him to go with you. Covering your body with his as he didn’t stop rocking into you.
Coming up to wrap a bicep around your neck. His other arm wrapping around you. Couldn’t stop himself as he manhandled you.
“Feel so fucking good,” he whispered in your ear. Nose pressed up against the side of your face.
“Chris, I- ugh you’re gonna make me cum again!” You mewled. “Fuck I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered back, half wanting to stop to turn you over but not wanting to stop because he wanted to cum. He’s not really sure he had much of a choice anyway. Hips starting to stutter along.
You were just so fucking tight around him. Especially when you were ready to cum. “Fuuuuuuck, Baby,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- you’re gonna make me- fuck!” He groaned as he did it. Unloading inside of you. Not giving a fuck about protection or anything. Not like he ever did.
Sure the two of you should be more careful, but he can’t bring himself to actually care too. Would it be the worst thing in the world if you were stuck with him? Not for him at least. You were his for the the rest of his life as far as he was concerned.
Chris didn’t move an inch to get off of you. Trying to not put all his weight on you, but at the same time he could melt. Can’t believe it’d taken him so long to get back here.
All while you clung to him. Almost like you were afraid he’d float away. As if he’d go anywhere. Chris didn’t even want to move a muscle until he rolled over so he could pull you into him.
“I love you, Baby,” he whispered, into your hair. Ready to fall asleep as you whispered back to him. Half asleep and drunk on love. Knowing the two of you were finally right where you were supposed to be. Together.
#fics by AFBH#Chris Evans smut#chris evans x poc!reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x female reader#Chris Evans x black!reader
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Hiii! Amazing person on the screen
I was wondering if you could do a Rise!Raph or. Rise!Leo x reader where They are in a secret relationship and Reader Gets into trouble, ie. Kidnapped, Extremely hurt, Ect.
Your Protector
author’s note: hiiiii c: (the gif gives it away but) i decided to go with our super protective turtle… you guessed it ~ Raphael ~ i hope you enjoy!! thank you for requesting:D
warnings: angst, violence, cursing, hurt/comfort, established relationship, fluff,
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“Hey! This is Y/n, I can’t come to the phone right now but leave a message and I’ll get back to you~” *beep*
“Hey it’s me, just wanted to let ya know I’m heading that way! Got popcorn and a couple other snacks, ten minutes tops, alright see ya soon,” *click*
Raph had been running late for movie night but it was to be expected, his brothers were getting very suspicious of his ‘late night patrols’ that he wanted to do by himself, alone. He probably should’ve used different wording because they all knew Raph hated to be alone. He sighed, as Mikey said “you sure Raph? Cuz I can come!” smiling up at him, happy to go out.
“Sorry Mikey not this time,” Raph couldn’t even think up an excuse. Just had to straight up say no. The look on Mikey’s face might as well had been a slap to Raph’s, “next time!” Raph promised, “I’ve just got some things on my mind..” Mikey nodded with a weak smile, “Okay well be careful and call if you need us!” Raph had given him a couple pats on the head. Mikey was such a sweet little brother. Donnie and Leo on the other hand weren’t buying Raph’s lies.
They’d give him dirty looks and roll their eyes at any lame excuse Raph could think of. “Surrre Raphie, have fun~” Leo would holler over his shoulder, Donnie would look up from his phone, “K” was the most the purple twin would manage, Raph had a feeling Donnie already knew where he was going, location wise at least. He knew all their phones had trackers on them.
Raph wondered how much longer he could keep up such a secret. He resolved to talk to you about it maybe after the first movie or two. When he landed on your roof, he checked his bag, popcorn:check, candy:check, movies:check, he was ready! As he used the fire escape to reach your window he smiled, you must’ve got his message because the window was wide open. “Ready for some-“ Raph had been ducking into your room when he stopped mid sentence.
His heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes widened in fear. “Y/n???” He called out looking around your wrecked room. Furniture was pushed around, knickknacks in pieces on the ground, he drew his weapons. Raph was breathing deeply, trying to stay calm, he didn’t see any blood, and you weren’t here. The bathroom empty, your room a mess, the kitchen/living area empty as well. It was like whoever it was came through the window, tousled around in your bedroom, and nowhere else.
Raph came back into your bedroom. Putting his weapons away now that he knew the place was clear. He was just about to call his brothers when he noticed a piece of crumpled paper on your bedding. In a crude and rushed handwriting it read ‘call # if you want to see them again.’
Raph had to force himself not to crush the piece of paper in his fist. He blew out a breath, so this was a kidnapping and they knew about your relationship. This just kept getting worse. But Raph couldn’t let himself start falling into the rabbit hole of guilt just yet, he had to save you. He quickly punched in the numbers on his phone and waited, “please” he murmured to himself. Don’t let them be hurt. Don’t be in pain.
He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you were hurt because of him. “H-hello?” Raph’s heart leapt in his throat, “Y/n? Baby? Are you okay?” He hadn’t been expecting to hear your voice. You sounded so scared and he heard you whimper into the phone, “Raph-“ and then silence as if the phone was put on mute. “Hello?? Y/N???” Oh the things Raph would do, whoever this was who was toying with him, and putting you at risk like this. “That’s enough of that,” a cold voice said into the device.
“You know we have them, so-“
“If you hurt so much as one hair on their head, you will be sorry!” Raph roared into the phone, cutting off the villain and wishing they were in front of him right now. A muffled chuckle could be heard and Raph gritted his teeth. “I guess you don’t want to know where to find them?” Raph sighed, if Donnie was here he’d probably have your location by now. “Tell me.” Raph gritted out, “yes well as I was trying to say, you will find them at Albearto’s abandoned fun land.”
Without any other information the phone call ended. Raph was on the move, he didn’t have any time to waste. He was really really considering calling his brothers, this was definitely a trap, set up for him, would they expect his brothers too? But Raph didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, you were already at stake here, what if by calling his siblings, he was putting more people he cared about in harms way. He wasn’t thinking clearly, he couldn’t, ever since he had stepped foot into your room his mind was a jumbled mess of get. them. back. So that’s what he was gonna do.
“You’re speaking to the Othello Von Ryan,” was the answer Raph got as he sped dialed Donnie.
“Donnie!” Raph heaved into the phone, still running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop trying to get to Albearto’s as fast as he could. “That’s me,” Donnie quipped not noticing his older brother’s tone. “If I’m not back in an hour I need you to come find me. I’m heading to Albearto Land, someone.. someone’s in trouble,”
“And why should I wait an hour?” Donnie said his voice gone serious. “Because, I don’t want to put you guys in danger unless absolutely necessary,” Raph said and then added, “promise Don, for Mikey’s sake.” The other line was quiet, “that’s not fair Raph,”
“Fine 30 minutes Donnie, just- I gotta go,” Raph hung up the phone as he approached the archways to Albearto’s. It was very much the way the turtles had left it. Broken robots everywhere, from tearing their own circuits out. It was creepy. Raph knew that as soon as he called Donnie he was calling for them all, they’d be here as soon as they could, time limits be damned. So Raph had to do this quickly.
It was like a sick joke, because as he ninja stealthed his way around the tents and the abandoned rides he could see you, on the stage where his brothers had their ‘first gig.’ Your hands were bound behind your back and as he neared he could see tape over your mouth. You were sitting legs underneath you at the center of the stage, it was dark and you looked to be alone. Raph knew it was too easy, but he couldn’t help himself from running straight to you. The closer he got he saw how you hadn’t noticed him yet, head slumped downwards but as his footfalls came closer you jerked your head upright. Eyes opening wide and you shook your head furiously back and forth nonverbally saying ‘no!’
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you outta here,” Raph promised as he jumped on stage. He approached you swiftly and just as he was about to touch you, you were yanked back into the darkness, disappearing completely behind the stage curtains. He hadn’t noticed the rope extending from behind your back. A muffled scream came from underneath your tape, eyes wide with fear then you were gone again. Raph had chased right after you, traps be damned, “NO!” He had yelled in frustration, in anger, and in fear for whatever lied behind those curtains.
Complete darkness swallowed him, if he had heard you before he couldn’t hear anything now. “Y/n?” Raph called out, not liking this at all. He was sweating, gripping his weapons tightly. Then he had an idea, activating his power and keeping it pressed against himself like a second red skin. It provided a glow of red light for Raph to see the horror that he was unbeknownst to just seconds earlier. A giant snake yokai had you in the center of its coils and its giant mouth had opened, mere inches away from swallowing you whole.
Raph lunged forward. Punching the creature anywhere he could but he was aiming for the face that dared to try and eat you. “AGH!” It recoiled from the impact, but only tightened its grip on you. “Let. Them. Go!” Raph warned furiously, “or else there’s a whole lot more where that came from,” Raph concentrated all of his power to his fists, and they grew two times the size, glowing red. “This-s prize is-s MINE,” said the overgrown garden snake. Then it clicked, this wasn’t the same voice he had spoken with over the phone. “Where is your leader?” Raph said slowly circling the yokai to get a better attack angle, to get closer to you too. You had passed out, maybe as soon as you had went through the curtain, Raph wasn’t certain but the longer you stayed unconscious the more he worried. Could you breath? Was the snake holding you too tightly? Was it crushing you?!
Suddenly Raph didn’t care who had orchestrated the whole kidnapping he just wanted to get you out of here. So he lunged again this time using his powerful hands to pry you away from the snake. All the while dodging it’s large mouth that was now trying to swallow Raph whole. The snake hissed in anger at not being able to eat him. So it shot forward, fangs coming up and out, latching onto one of Raph’s shoulders. It wasn’t a garden snake Raph thought as he felt venom being pushed into his blood stream. He yelled in anguish and used all of his remaining strength in his other arm to knock the snake on the side of the head.
The snake retracted it’s fangs and went limp to the ground. “Fuck,” Raph gasped as two gaping holes in his arm started leaking not blood but black venom. He felt woozy as he moved towards you, his vision going blurry, “No! Y/n,” he cried out not wanting to go down like this, he hadn’t saved you yet! He reached out with his good arm, before he fell to the ground a couple feet away from you. Raph’s body was growing cold, he was losing all feeling as he started crying out in frustration, where were his brothers? That was the last thought he had before he went unconscious.
When Raph woke up, he had four heads peering down at him. He groaned, his shoulder was on fire. “Where-“ he said trying to move, then his eyes shot open, he had to get to you! “Relax! You’re at the lair!” Six hands came down holding Raph in place. “You don’t understand Donnie, I have to get to-“
“I’m here Raph,” your voice was laced with concern, finally his eyes came into focus. He had known who three of those heads belonged to, he had assumed April was the fourth. He slumped back into whatever he was lying on, a patient’s bed/table? He didn’t want to think too hard right now. “Thank god,” Raph said, “Are you okay?” He hadn’t been able to assess if you had wounds during the fight. “I’m fine, it’s you who I’m worried about!” You weren’t in tiptop shape, you had darkening bruises around your stomach where the snake’s body had wrapped, and a concussion from being knocked out on the way to Albearto’s. But you weren’t about to worry Raph who had just barely survived the poison that had been injected into him.
“Yeah, Raph you quite literally almost DIED.” Leo hollered. He was so pissed. “Well..” Donnie had started to say, Raph probably could’ve held out for maybe a day unconscious with the venom in his blood stream, maybe, but he decided not to correct his blue twin at the moment, he too was angry at Raph. “We fight together Raph, we’re a team!” Mikey said holding onto his brother’s good arm. Donnie had informed them all that he wouldn’t be able to feel anything in the infected one for a couple of weeks. “I’m sorry,” Raph said looking up at the ceiling because he knew he’d cry if he looked any of his brothers in the eyes right now.
“I thought I had it under control,” he heard Leo sigh. “Let’s promise to never have this happen again. When we fight we do it together. We’re stronger as a team,” Leo sounded so much like a leader that Raph couldn’t help the small smile, “I promise,” his voice was thick with emotion. The room emptied out a while after that, Donnie was the last to go checking his older brother’s vitals one more time. “Call me if he needs anything,” Donnie said to you and you nodded, “I will,”
The two of you were alone, the only sound was the beeping of machines. You came forward, around to Raph’s good side and he felt the bed dip slightly as you sat next to him. He wanted to sit up too but as he tried a hand gently touched his plastron, he froze. “Don’t move, I’ll lay next to you,” Raph scooted over and you laid next to him like you said. Both of your faces were right next to each other and he could see a dark bruise spreading from your temple. He winced, “what’s wrong? Do I need to get Donnie,” you said looking him over as one of your hands shot out to cradle his cheek. He leaned into your touch, shuddering and shaking his head no. It reminded him of when you had done that, back on the stage, silently trying to warn him of the danger. “God I’m so sorry Y/n” and the tears fell. “If it wasn’t for me,” he tried to catch his breath but it was like the waves of emotion he had been holding off finally crashed down upon him.
“You wouldn’t have had to go through that, I can’t say enough how sorry I am,” you wiped away his tears, letting him cry as you tried to soothe him with your hand. But when that only made him cry harder, you swallowed the lump in your throat and said, “Raph, no one knew this would happen, it’s not your fault,” his eyes hardened at that, “no it is. whoever they were, they wanted to get at me through you” his eyes shuttered close thinking back to the phone call. “Raphael look at me,” your eyes were stern, “Could you have possibly predicted this?” He shook his head, he hadn’t expected anything like this to happen that’s why he was so shaken up about it. “Then it’s not your fault, you saved me, you’re the reason I’m still here,” you nuzzled your nose to his snout.
His breath caught in his throat at the close proximity but he closed his eyes at the feeling. A slight churring sound could be heard from the back of his throat. Your hands went to the top of his shell, just behind his neck and you grazed the edges of it with your fingertips. “Y/n,” Raph shuddered slightly, he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his. He didn’t press, he waited to see your reaction, you melted for him and he in turn relaxed as the two of you kissed for what felt like forever. You had to pull away for air, your eyes glowing as the both of you looked at one another. “I love you,” you whispered and his heart soared, “I love you too,” Raph snuggled his face into your neck. He was so happy, he was so tired, and he fell asleep to the thought that he was going to protect you. You wouldn’t go through this again, he swore. He’d protect you just like he had, lay his life on the line. He’d do it all over again if it meant he could feel your warmth, and hear those words. He would protect you.
#rise raphael#rise raph#rise raph x reader#oneshot#request#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt fandom#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#turtle bros#leonardo#mikey#raph#donnatello#michelangelo#tmnt raphael#raphael#tmnt 2018#rottmnt#raph x y/n
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struck by your lightning, chii
reader’s pronouns: he/him
here’s chapter one [you’ll want to read this first, otherwise this part won’t make much sense]
as i mentioned in part one, this is a chat fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)
a lil recap of last chapter: you're assigned to work the red carpet at a national awards gala. there, you interview tons of celebrities, including kaminari! kaminari is super nice & you leave the event feeling exhausted, relieved, and satisfied all at once. you return home to take a light nap, only to wake up to a notification from your phone. it seems kaminari is texting you...? that's weird.
Direct Message
You: SKJNFIOE LK>BFGJSL B>GEJRHKR BLWUIFKGJ ER
Kaminari Denki: u good?
You: TOTALLY COMPLETELY FINE
Kaminari Denki: OKAY, GOOD ?
You: YEP…
You: 😶
Kaminari Denki: 😶 😶
You: sorry i didn’t believe you
You: i have to be careful with messages from unknown numbers…
You: well, you get it, i’m sure.
Kaminari Denki: ya i get it
You: also, i have something to say to you
Kaminari Denki: wassup
You: waffles are better fck u
Kaminari Denki: ur so wrong.
You: I AM ABSOTLEUYL NOT
Kaminari Denki: LMFAO YOU ABSOTLEUYL ARE
You: FUCK U
Kaminari Denki: 😘
You: hold on. hold onnnnnn.
You: how’d u get this number ??
You: pls don’t tell me my number is leaked
Kaminari Denki: nahhh it’s not leaked
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You have to breathe a sigh of relief at that. It’s not like you’re an important public figure or anything, but the thought of anyone having access to your phone number sends shivers down your spine. You already get enough spam calls.
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Kaminari Denki: i got ur number cuz…
Kaminari Denki: idol perks
You: you just asked my coworker, didn’t you
Kaminari Denki: yup
You: sigh…
Kaminari Denki: they told me that if i hurt you
Kaminari Denki: they’d murder me
You: gsjfdkheng3oaejk….
You: just give me a moment to scream
Kaminari Denki: …
You: ok im bck
Kaminari Denki: LOL dude ur good dw abt it 😭
Kaminari Denki: i thought it was kinda cute actually
You: unfortunately, they were dead fucking serious… they could kill a bitch
You: i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed someone, actually…
Kaminari Denki: well that’s comforting
You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You: also, congrats on the award !
Kaminari Denki: thx
Kaminari Denki: does this mean you’ll listen to my music now?
You: maybe
Kaminari Denki: hmph :/
You: why?
Kaminari Denki: why what?
You: idk. why do you care? it’s not like my listening will give you any money
Kaminari Denki: …
Kaminari Denki: cause ur cute and i like you?
You: what
Kaminari Denki: wha
You: what
Kaminari Denki: wha
You:
Kaminari Denki: welp i’m just gonna go then 🏃🏃🏃
You: no waittt
You: sorry, you just surprised me
Kaminari Denki: no one’s ever said that to you before?
You: well, i mean, yeah, but…
Kaminari Denki: who. when. where. why.
You: plssss
You: what album should i start on then
Kaminari Denki: lightning
You: oki
Kaminari Denki: tell me how u like it after ;0
You: okiii
You: alr i’m gonna go to bed
Kaminari Denki: gn (´｡• ω •｡`)
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Kaminari: it’s been a week are you alive
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You grimace at the notification displayed on your lock screen. Admittedly, you hadn’t meant to ignore him- time just slipped away from you. Guilt stews in your chest all the same.
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You: no i’m definitely not
Kaminari: sooo what’d ya think
You: oh SHIT that’s what i forgot to do
You: im so sorryyyyy the agency has been running me ragged 🙏
Kaminari: don’t apologize for doing ur job,, lol
Kaminari: what are they having you do?
You: whaleeee
You: before, i was more of a local reporter
You: but since the awards, i’ve actually been interviewing other celebrities and stuff
Kaminari: oh
You: it’s weird, tbh
Kaminari: ya a lot of music folks are pretty weird
You: says you
Kaminari: oi! i’m not weird 😡
You: im jk lolll
Kaminari: you know for a reporter you have awful grammar
You: well fck u2 then
Kaminari: :P
You: people keep recognizing me now,,, it’s weird
You: like literally a girl came up to me yesterday and was like “you interviewed kaminari!!”
Kaminari: oh shit lol
You: right?
You: other than that, i’ve been good
You: hbu? you’ve probably been busy
Kaminari: nah, not that much. just writing new music.
You: oh cool
You: speaking of music
You: i really liked your album
Kaminari: rly? u listened to it?
You: ofc i did!!!! it was cool
Kaminari Denki: what was ur fave song :P
You: probably shockwave!
You: it was very heartfelt
Kaminari: yeah… i wrote that one in the midst of a breakup
You: awe :(
You: at least it made a great song, haha
Kaminari Denki: yeah, that’s a good way to think about it actually
You: 😌
Kaminari Denki: so what other music do you listen to, then?
Kaminari Denki: besides mine, obviously
You: i listen to sero’s music sometimes
Kaminari Denki: skljehgeiroljhngejlrkshg
You: have you heard of him?
Kaminari Denki: …
Kaminari Denki: yes
You:
Kaminari Denki:
You:
You: r u good?
You: u got rly weird all of a sudden
Kaminari Denki: one sec, i need to kill a bitch
You: wut
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Direct Message
Kaminari: SERO I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU
Sero Brain Cells: I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RIP YOUR POSTER
Sero Brain Cells: IT WAS AN ACCIDENTTTTTT
Kaminari: what
Sero Brain Cells: what
Kaminari: what poster.
Sero Brain Cells: ohshit💀
Kaminari: sero. what poster.
Sero Brain Cells: ur limited edition one….? ha…… ha……
Kaminari: wow i am literally going to kill you twice
Sero Brain Cells: NO PLS SPARE ME
Kaminari: and to think that wasn’t even what i was going to talk to you about
Kaminari: damn
Kaminari: ok. focus, kaminari.
Sero Brain Cells: i swear i’ll make it up to you bro
Kaminari: you will?
Sero Brain Cells: yes just ask for a favor. any favor and i’ll do it
Kaminari: perfect. stop making music forever.
Sero Brain Cells: okay
Kaminari: nice
Sero Brain Cells: great
Kaminari: perfect
Sero Brain Cells: wait WHAT THE FUCK
Kaminari: u heard me hoe
Sero Brain Cells: wtf crawled up ur ass dude
Kaminari: i asked my friend what kind of music he listens to and he said yours
Sero Brain Cells: holy shit ur talking to that reporter?
Kaminari: HOW IN THE HELL
Kaminari: LITERALLY HOW DID YOU KNOW
Sero Brain Cells: lmfaooo
Sero Brain Cells: kami, i know all of ur other friends. bc they’re also my friends.
Kaminari: sighhhhh
Sero Brain Cells: anyway. he listens to my music?
Kaminari: -_-
Sero Brain Cells: that’s cool tbh
Kaminari: -_-
Sero Brain Cells: give him my number, will u?
Kaminari: i despise you
Kaminari: why are we friends
Sero Brain Cells: because i’m sexy and hot and funny?
Kaminari:
Sero: <3 ?
Kaminari: … <3
Sero Brain Cells: and bc i make good music? ;)
Kaminari is offline.
Sero Brain Cells: damn 💀
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Direct Message
You: u good, dude…? it's been a few days…
Kaminari Denki: definitely… dude.
You: don’t kill sero, pls? I like his music :$
Kaminari Denki: oof
You: i’m messing with you
You: although i do actually like his music a lot
Kaminari Denki: staHp
You: but i like ur music more ;)
Kaminari Denki: DSNJKGLJSNJGFKSGJLS
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Direct Message
Kaminari Denki: oh!! also!!! i completely forgot- u left ur placard on the red carpet the other day
You: oh FUCKKKKKK MEEEEE
Kaminari Denki: i mean if you insist
You:
Kaminari Denki:
You:
Kaminari Denki: [placard.jpg]
[placard.jpg]: A picture of the ever-familiar placard that you had at the red carpet. The back is filled with your rampant scribblings and notes. It’s hardly legible once you really look at it. Upon closer investigation, there’s a note in glittery gold ink at the bottom with a cute doodle of a Pikachu. Evidently, that was Kaminari’s doing.
You: AKSJHGSDJSHJKHJS THANK YOU FOR SAVING IT
You: omfg that would’ve been so bad if someone else had gotten ahold of it…
Kaminari Denki: yeah some of these notes are hilarious, dude
Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Ground Zero anything. Ever.”
You: NOOOOOO you weren’t supposed to see that
Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Shoto about his father,” is a rly good one actually
You: oh goddddd pls spare me
Kaminari Denki: dude it’s okay calm down
Kaminari Denki: do u want it back
You: yeah ig
You: wouldn’t want to leak industry secrets 🙄
You: since u have it… can u just mail it to me
Kaminari Denki: don’t have ur address
You: well i’ll just give it to you then, dude
Kaminari Denki: i don’t have postal
You: wut 😶
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Direct Message
Kaminari: DUDE HELP MEEEEE
Kaminari: SOS SOS SO FUCKING S
Sero Brain Cells: what’d u do this time
Kaminari: so yk how the cuteass reporter dropped his placard and i picked it up
Sero Brain Cells: u did??? dawg ur whipped 💀
Kaminari: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT
Kaminari: but anyway i texted him abt it today and he said i could just mail it to him
Kaminari: but!! i was hoping to see him again and obv i didn’t want that to happen
Sero Brain Cells: and????
Kaminari: and… [textconvo.screenshot]
Sero Brain Cells: oh i know you did nottttt
Kaminari: I PANICKED AND SAID I DIDN’T HAVE POSTAL
Sero Brain Cells: yeah,,,, i can see that…..
Kaminari: I'M SO DONE
Sero Brain Cells: dude no ur not
Kaminari: wut
Sero Brain Cells: this is ur chance!!!!!! u can get him to hang out w u by offering to give him the placard thingy
Kaminari: have i ever told u that ur a genius
Sero Brain Cells: not enough, evidently
Kaminari: WELL UR A GENIUS
Kaminari is offline.
Sero Brain Cells: well, ty
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Direct Message
Kaminari Denki: oi i have an idea
You: what’s up
Kaminari Denki: abt the placard
You: yes?
Kaminari Denki: ur agency’s near that one cafe right
You: espressobeanz? yes
Kaminari Denki: i can meet u there tmrw
You: um what
Kaminari Denki: ?
You:
Kaminari Denki:
You: wait what
Kaminari Denki: what?
You: idk, just… don’t you have more important things to do
Kaminari Denki: not rly
You: ok…
Kaminari Denki: plus i wanna hang out :(
You: ohhhh oki
You: wait holup holdup
You: the cafe is kinda public… r u gonna be ok
Kaminari Denki: why wouldn’t i be
You: idk don’t you get mobbed in public whenever people recognize you
Kaminari Denki: i mean yeah but it’s fine
You: u sure?
Kaminari Denki: yep!
You: okiii sounds like a plan then
Kaminari Denki: cool
You: i get off work at 3pm so let’s just meet then?
Kaminari Denki: 👍
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Direct Message
Kaminari: omfg sero ur forgiven for ripping my poster
Sero Brain Cells: HOORAY
Kaminari: im meeting w him tomorrow Ψ(`_´ # )↝
Sero Brain Cells: niiiiice!!
Kaminari: i'm so scared
Sero Brain Cells: what why
Kaminari: i'm scaredddd
Sero Brain Cells: okay okay don’t freak out
Sero Brain Cells: have you picked out an outfit?
Kaminari: nope
Sero Brain Cells: okay so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll meet u at ur place tn and i’ll help u pick out something to wear
Kaminari: and i’ll order food
Sero Brain Cells: YES NOW U GET IT
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You throw your phone on the couch and bury your head in your hands. Your heart is racing at the thought of seeing Kaminari again. You have to pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Thankfully, you have the rest of today to spend freaking about and picking out ten different outfits that you’ll never wear.
As for right now, though… It’s time to distract yourself. You pull up a Youtube video and resolutely pretend not to think about your date tomorrow.
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thx for reading <33333
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OKAY!!! I have been released to spew emotional sickie headcanons and tropes and more and I’m thrilled
now ofc not all of these may fit the current fic you’re working on but these are some of my favorites 🥰 AND these specifically I think apply to Cyno
You already captured it perfectly but- the insecurity!! Cyno just losing his confidence and all of the deep rooted fears come to the surface with him asking “are you mad at me” like when a sickie is just so sensitive that any criticism they’d normally brush off hits exactly where it hurts the most. Cyno fears failure in my mind, and Cyno probably HATES letting Nari down the most.
also- irrational sickies. Like sometimes when your fever is that high or you’re just that unwell it doesn’t matter anymore you’re just upset. For cyno i feel like he’d be crying a lot of frustration tears too?? Like at first he’s just upset cuz he thinks nari is mad and every insecurity he has ever had is so raw and loud right now and then he’s crying AND THEN he’s upset, because he got upset! And now he’s crying because he is embarrassed he started crying and he just can’t figure out why he’s crying so much and ‘I can’t ever do my job again cuz I just can’t calm down’ full on spiral. I love this especially when the caretaker takes a clinical calming approach, helps them focus on breathing, and explains “baby, you’re sick. You have a high fever, and sometimes fevers can make our emotions yada yada whatever” and then like, tries to get them to have some water or just holds them.
I also feel like Cyno would start out trying really hard to keep it together and it would result in him just pouting? Like after nari assured him he isn’t mad or however that plays out, nari can see he’s still upset. And he’s trying to not let it show, but the second Tighnari asks him if he’s okay, the tears instantly pool, and he can’t really explain why? 🥺
I will die on the Cynos love language is physical touch hill with pride. He probably didn’t realize it till later in life but he wants to be held. He wants to feel safe. He likes deep pressure and hands in his hair and he wants to be compressed (I may be projecting but whatever)
NIGHTMARES!!! I also am very much sold on the idea that feverish Cyno has wild fucking dreams. Some fueled by his past ofc, but ALSO I’m thinking about you AMAZING fic where Cyno wouldn’t sleep cuz of anxiety and general fears that he’s a monster and will one day hurt tighnari. I feel like, he’d wake up just in pure, sick, panic cuz he dreamt that Tighnari was sick or hurt or killed or whatever and he couldn’t help him, no matter what. So he wakes up confused and scared cuz maybe nari stepped out, or something. Idk I love the idea of his fever brain being more concerned for nari and forgetting that he’s the one sick.
now for some more physical tropes
when an already congested character cries so much they just get MORE congested. Also as someone who eyes have swelled shut after crying too much I am biased to that as well. Like you cry fall asleep and then wake up just blind 🤣 OH and post crying sinus headaches
there’s also throwing up from said panic- or from crying which we have already seen a bit with Cyno in your other work as well. So we know for a fact that fear and anxiety makes him sick to his stomach 👀
self soothing?? Like when asleep, to they rock themselves, or rub their hair between their fingers or try and get really small and tight. I’m not sure if this fits for Cyno but I feel like there’s potential possibly from years of having to deal with illness as a baby on his own.
glassy, watery eyes, whimpers, dehydration from too much crying. Body aches, from flu but also from exhaustion. All wonderful things imo
AND the caretaker- when sickie is emotional it’s so so good when they talk them through whatever it is they are doing next. Even if it’s just to ground them. Cyno is probably used to the silent treatment from his childhood. So after nari gets him to settle I imagine Tighnari just, calmly talking to him or explaining what he’s doing next, or why he’s feeling what he’s feeling or what plant he found etc would really help remind cyno that he’s not being abandoned and no nari isn’t mad at him.
oh!!! And last thing- I think- when the emotional sickie, gets upset AGAIN but this time it’s because they are overwhelmed with affection and are just, so grateful for their loved ones that they don’t know what to do.
they finally feel they are safe and loved and then they cry all over again lmao
That’s all…..for now 😈
HELP I am!!!! So on board with all of this oml this is incredible!!!!!!!!!
Fear of failure fits Cyno SO well and like! I think it's in a bit of an unconventional way? He's not sensitive to just anyone deeming him as having failed. He genuinely doesn't care what most people think (based on him resigning from his position in canon to do The Right Thing according to his own beliefs). It's only the people who's opinions he values and respects (...Tighnari. also Collei. I could see him getting really sappy over accidentally doing something to upset Collei when he's sick. Or perceiving that he's not been good enough to her etc etc). And I think with Tighnari it's like. He values his opinion so highly, the absolute last thing he wants is to disappoint him.
Irrational sickies, so cuteeeee. My brain connected this one to the nightmare one and like. I just had this thought of. Tighnari is used to Cyno having these really intense, traumatic nightmares. So when he's sick and has a bad dream, Tighnari is thinking in that direction. But then it comes out that Cyno's dream was actually reliving the moment from earlier that night, where he asked if Nari was mad at him, except in the dream he actually was??? And now he just. Won't be convinced otherwise.
Fully agree about the point on physical touch!! Characters who were either overly manhandled or received little to no affectionate physical touch as children (OR BOTH, which may well be the case for Cyno) growing into touch starved adults >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Honestly, I need to write more of Cyno pouting. Thank you for reminding me and motivating me with such a lovely image of him tearing up and not knowing why, I adore that!!
Ugh yes I always lean in the direction of throwing up from crying because that's how my brain is wired, but I love these sinus/eyes/muscle achey consequences too!!! Like. Baby omg </3
Uhm. The self-soothing point. Is one of my favorite things. I had never put a name to it but!!!!!!! I'm so glad you put it into words!!! I DO think this can fit for Cyno, although I imagine it comes up a lot less when Nari's around because he's always going to reach for him first (re: touch as Cyno's love language). If Nari steps out, maybe he comes back and Cyno's hugging himself because he couldn't hug Nari. It might come up more with another caretaker - Collei, Alhaitham. Maybe Kaveh but I like them being cuddly with each other, too. OH the thought of Tighnari coming to help out and finding Cyno self-soothing, all curled up really tight, and knowing he's resorted to that only because Nari wasn't there sooner and Cyno doesn't trust anyone else enough to get close when he's feeling really bad????? *cries*
And yess!!!!! Caregiver communication is so good, especially with the context you gave of a possible history of silent treatment. Yeah. Like. Cyno having been experimented on as a little one, not being told anything, and just silently enduring because getting upset would make things worse. Maybe when he's really feeling awful he tries to hold the emotion in because he doesn't want to get in trouble for it, but Nari picks up on it and is so gentle and reassuring and good at opening that door of two-way communication. Reminding Cyno that he's here to care for him, and also that Cyno's bodily autonomy is going to be respected </3 and then the comfort cryyyyy freaking. Ugh. He's hugging Tighnari and suddenly Nari's shoulder is wet and he's worried, starts to pull away but Cyno just squeezes him tighter and whispers "thank you." Nari gets it, then, and he just holds him and lets him cry it out.
(Also we must have some kind of psychic connection because the next scene I had written was Cyno waking up from a nightmare and getting upset because he doesn't feel right 😂 Idk if that fits the irrational sickie trope exactly but like!!! Close enough lol)
This is all. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! Just so fantastic!!! Thank you so much!! For sharing all of this with me!!!!!!!!! Genuinely made my night <333 I see that "for now" and :DDD Please feel free to continue or share other headcanons/tropes/etc. whenever you wish!!!!
#cas chats#yapping!!! fun!!#relevantlucidity#<333#this ask is such a gift oml#saving a link to this for when i need inspiration !!!#headcanons#sick cyno hc#tighnari hc#genshin hc#genshin impact hc#cyno genshin impact#tighnari genshin impact
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burnt honey - dave york x fem!reader
summary: a solo mission goes wrong and dave comes to your rescue.
warnings: mentions of kidnapping/torture, violence, guns, swearing, unprotected p-in-v, dom!dave (ish), choking, fingering
a/n: dedicated to my sweet @pedropascalsx cuz it’s HER BIRTHDAY and I’ve been promising her dave york for forever now so HERE YOU ARE MY SWEET I HOPE YOU ENJOY ♥️
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You’ve been here a while. In all honesty, you’ve lost track of the time. The days. That’s probably part of the point, you’re sure, but it’s started to get to you, starting to creep into your brain. The doubt eats your stomach for breakfast, haunting words echoing through your ears.
He’s not coming. No one is coming.
They’d allowed you one phone call. It was out of pity, you knew, your target too self-obsessed and arrogant, thinking that whoever you called wouldn’t have the means to come for you, to rescue you from the hell you’ve found yourself in.
But they don’t know Dave York.
There was confusion in his tone when he first answered the call, professional greeting rolling off his tongue. “This is York.”
“I’m planning a trip upstate,” you had said slowly, enunciating the words around your swollen lip. “But I don’t know what to pack.”
Silence. It was an old code. I’m planning a trip upstate meant, I’ve been captured. I don’t know what to pack equaled, I don’t know where I am.
And then Dave’s voice, edged with an anger you knew he’d reserve for your captors. “What’s the weather like?”
What info can you give me?
“Sky’s pretty blue.”
The line went dead, and you could only hope to god he knew what you meant.
You’ve known Dave for years. You met your first day training for the CIA, stuck in the same class and when he took the seat next to yours, you were instantly enamoured. There was something magnetic about him, his intellect and quick-thinking drawing you in. And you balanced him out, tech-savvy where he was street-smart, cautious where he was impulsive. You made the perfect pair. Which made you the perfect partners.
You were teamed up for years, pulling one of the highest take-down rates the CIA had seen in ages. You were ruthless, rooting out bad guys left, right, and centre, and you were good at it.
And if you and Dave fell into bed with each other on lonely nights, shoved closer by hotel rooms with only one bed or missions that called for pretending to be Mr. and Mrs. York, well, whatever happened in Vegas (or Chicago or Lisbon or Edinburgh or…) stayed there.
Time and circumstance pulled the two of you apart. Dave got a promotion that took him to Washington, you found other work outside of the agency, and that was that. The last you heard he was engaged, and you’d stuffed down your bitterness long enough to send him a quick congratulations text.
But before you’d parted officially, Dave had given you a gift. A small sky-blue pendant, a stone shaped like a teardrop on a silver chain. A goodbye present, of sorts, and you’d worn the thing for a few years before you realized there was a small piece of metal lodged in the stone. A tracking device, remote access only.
You’re tracking me? you’d texted him immediately, foregoing a greeting and more concerned with an answer.
Only if you need me, was his reply. Someone’s gotta keep you safe.
You hadn’t pried any further and carried on with your life, without him in it. But, you still wore the necklace like a lifeline, your neck feeling bare and vulnerable without it.
And your captors hadn’t noticed it, obviously didn’t know what it was to think to take it from you.
Sky’s pretty blue.
It was a stretch, maybe, but coupled with the rest of your code, if anyone could figure it out, Dave York could.
They’ve been keeping you in some kind of cell. The whole place looks like a bad action movie, the kind where they kidnap the president’s daughter and hold her hostage or something stupid like that. Your meals are hunks of bread and cups of bland…tea? You’re not totally sure, but whatever it is beats dying of dehydration. You’ve been canvassing what you can, trying to find a weak point or an exit strategy, but so far you’ve come up with nothing.
It’s been nearly four days now, since you called Dave. At least, you think it’s been four days. You’ve counted four sunrises, slept for four long stretches that might have been overnight. Your captors have barely made a move, interrogating you twice since you called him. They don’t seem very smart, because they keep asking you who you called, demanding to know what you meant by what you said. You throw back smart-ass responses, dodging questions like an obstacle course, and taking every slap they gave you in return.
You curl up on the sorry excuse for a mattress that night, pressed into the corner of your cell as tightly as you can. There’s a small window along the wall, high up, and you can see the sky change from grey to orange, orange to dark blue, dark blue to midnight black. Your eyes drop shut at some point, body aching from the abuse, and you pray to whatever god is listening that Dave is coming.
+
You wake to the sound of gunfire. Rapid and echoing, yanking you out of sleep and sending your senses into overdrive. You slink deeper into the corner of the cell, making yourself as small as possible, pressing yourself to the wall as the flashing explodes through the room before you. There’s the impact of bodies hitting the floor, bullets ricocheting off the brick walls, and then someone shouting your name.
Dave.
He appears on the other side of the cell bars a moment later, dressed head to toe in back, assault rifle in his hands, black beanie jammed on his head. He hasn’t aged a day, looking exactly like you remember him, your partner with that devil-may-care smile and those warm, dark eyes nailing you in place.
You breathe out his name as he starts to pull at the lock on the cell, reaching through the bars and grabbing his shoulder. “You came.”
“Of course I came, honey,” he says, pulling the lock free and tossing it to the floor. He’d gotten in the habit of calling you that back in the early days, and it had stuck despite your protests. Hearing it now makes you feel like you could topple over, but he doesn’t give you the chance. As soon as the cell door is open, Dave pulls you into his arms, crushing you to his chest for a moment before pulling back, taking your sore face in his hands gently. “Are you okay? You look like shit.”
“Thanks,” you sputter, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” You shake your head, tears welling in your eyes and he pulls you close once more. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
Dave stands there a moment, holding you and rocking you gently, one hand cradling the back of your head, other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s okay. I got you, honey. I’m right here. Let’s get you somewhere safe, all right?”
It all happens in a blur. He’s leading you through the building, keeping you tucked behind his shoulder, gun brandished in front of him. The bodies of your captors are everywhere, bloodied and sprawled on the floor, bullet casings spilled across the ground.
You nearly topple over once you hit fresh air, sucking down breaths as fast as your body will allow. You double over, hands braced on your knees, and Dave slides his hand across your back, rubbing circles. “We have to go,” he murmurs. “Can’t stop till it’s safe.”
Blearily, you straighten, taking his offered hand and following him away from the building. It’s still dark, the moon hanging high in the sky, and when you reach the dark SUV parked nearly six blocks from where you were being held, it’s all you can do not to collapse against the leather seats. Dave pulls a blanket out of the trunk, wraps it around your shoulders, and holds you for a moment, shucking his gloves off to tangle a hand in the back of your hair. You don’t know when you start crying, but once the tears start, it’s hard to stop. Dave just holds you, longer than he had in the cell, lips at your temple.
“It’s okay, honey,” he says softly. “It’s okay.”
He loads you into the back of the SUV, the leather seats absolute heaven against your skin, and you’re asleep as soon as the car starts moving. You honestly don’t know where he’s taking you, but you don’t care, content to lie here as long as possible, to let your body recover from everything that’s happened. Sleep welcomes you with open arms, dreamless and promising, and you fall into it gladly.
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The bed you wake in is soft. Much softer than the backseat of the SUV you’d fallen asleep in, a million times softer than the cot you’d been sleeping on in the cell. It feels like a marshmallow, far too many pillows fanned around your head, duvet and fleece blankets covering your body. Everything is soft and soothing and nice, a stark contrast to what you’ve endured.
It takes a moment to get your bearings, to realize you’re in a bedroom, the curtains tightly drawn, sunlight spilling out the corners. There’s a soft light on the table beside the bed, a glass of water and a bottle of advil along with it, and slowly, you sit up, reaching for both, tossing a few tablets back and swallowing half the glass. Once your eyes adjust, you take in the bedroom you’re in. The closet is filled with collared shirts and hung dress pants, a rack of ties hanging from the doorknob. There’s a desk in the corner with a pile of books and an open laptop, the chair pulled out and holding a duffle bag that has clothes spilling out of it. There’s a TV mounted on the wall across from the bed, a dresser underneath it.
Is this…Dave’s house? He brought you home? Let’s get you somewhere safe, he’d said. You couldn’t help but agree that that meant somewhere with him. You also couldn’t help but think his fiancé — wife? — wouldn’t be too thrilled with the half-naked, injured woman in their bed.
The door creaks open, breaking you from your investigative reverie, and you set the water back down on the table, rubbing more sleep from your eyes as Dave sticks his head in the doorway. “Oh,” he says softly, barely above a whisper. “You’re awake.”
“Just barely,” you answer, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, for the water.”
“Did you take an advil?”
“Two.”
He lets the door open a little further, stepping forward and leaning against the door jamb. “Good. How do you feel?”
You rub a hand over the back of your neck, pressing on your sore muscles. “Like shit.”
“Well, you look better than you did,” he says, offering a small smile that matches yours. He steps fully into the room then, coming to sit at the edge of the bed, towards your feet. “You slept eighteen hours; obviously you needed it.” Slowly, he reaches out a hand, letting it fall onto the duvet, palm landing on your shin. “I’m really glad you’re okay, honey.”
Your heart aches at the nickname, rousing memories from long ago, back when the two of you were still partners, and…whatever else you were.
“Thank you,” you say after a moment, “for saving me.”
His hand curls around your leg over the duvet, his grip grounding you in a way. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yes, I do,” you continue, reaching a hand out and resting it on his forearm. He drops his gaze from your face, watches your fingers move against his skin. “And apologize to your wife for me, will you? I’m sure the last thing she was expecting was your ex-partner dead asleep in her bed.”
His brow furrows. “Wife?”
You blink. Huh? “You were engaged, weren’t you? Or married. I know I heard you were engaged. That was the last time we talked, wasn’t it?”
Dave’s eyes flick up to your face and then away, glancing towards his closet. “Oh. Yeah, that…ended. She called it off.”
“Oh shit,” you murmur, eyes dropping into your lap, pulling your hand away and folding your hands together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
He moves closer to you suddenly, hand moving along your leg, the duvet still keeping you apart. Your face is still aching, but there’s a new ache blooming in your body, heat rising between your legs as he closes the distance between you, finally moving his hand and planting it beside your hip and leaning over you. “Don’t be sorry, honey,” he says, his voice barely audible. He’s close enough now that you can feel his breath on your face, his lips gently parting. “I wouldn’t be able to do this if it hadn’t happened how it did.”
Your own mouth opens slightly, tongue pressed against the back of your teeth, resisting the urge to lean forward and cover his mouth with your own. This isn’t the first time it’s happened like this. When you were still partners, there was a close-call, an op gone wrong, and you’d been caught in the crossfire. Dave had refused to leave your bedside, and once you were well, he’d kissed you so hard you saw stars.
His free hand curls around your jaw as he leans in, fingers careful around the bruises on your face, and he kisses you slowly at first, but it picks up faster than you can comprehend. He sucks at your bottom lip, tongue licking into your mouth as his hand moves onto your hip and curls tight around your flesh. You return the kiss as enthusiastically as you can, your breath hitching with every bit of attention.
“Is this,” he breathes into your mouth, lips moving down to your jaw and neck, “okay? Please tell me this is okay.”
You tilt your head to give him better access. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl,” Dave rasps, “my sweet honey.”
The praise makes everything in you clench, and you sigh into him as he pulls at the blanket, revealing your mostly-bare body. He must have taken your dirtied clothes, because you’re dressed in a t-shirt that must belong to him and a pair of boxers. He wastes no time, pulling at the fabric until the elastic slides over your hips and down past your ass. You adjust yourself on the bed, sinking back into the pillows, and Dave climbs onto the bed with you completely, pushing your legs wide and making a home between them.
“How do you want it, honey?” he asks, leaning over you again, hands planted either side of your head, leaning down to lick a stripe along your throat, your heartbeat rioting against his tongue. “I don’t wanna be too rough with you. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, missed your body.” He snakes a hand between you, finding your clit with practiced accuracy. Your body jolts up into his and he smirks. “Missed this pussy.”
“Dave.”
“It’s still mine, isn’t it?” he croons, teeth scraping your jaw. “Even after all these years, you still belong to me.” He rolls your clit between his fingers, almost pinching, and your back arches, chasing the pleasure that’s starting to build. “I asked you a question, honey.”
“Fuck,” you bite out, head pressed hard against the pillows. “I’m yours.”
Dave rips his hand away from your clit, and then his fingers are around your throat, pressing just enough. He still remembers, still knows what you like, can still play you like a fucking fiddle. “How. Do. You. Want. It.”
“Rough,” you breath, lifting your hips against his. You can feel how hard he is, straining against his sweat pants, and it only makes you hotter. “Please, fuck, I need to feel you.”
Something in his face softens, something that reminds you of the old days, of the gentle side of him you only saw occasionally, when things got real. “You tell me, if it’s too much, you understand?”
You nod, and it’s like that snaps what little restraint he has left. In a flash, he’s hiking the hem of his t-shirt over your chest, exposing your bare breasts, and burying his face in them, closing his lips around one nipple and pinching the other between his knuckles. You’re writhing beneath him, the pleasure such a stark contrast to the pain you’ve become used to that your body is dripping, sweat pouring off you and wetness pooling between your thighs.
Dave lets his teeth scrape against your nipple and you cry out, one hand diving into his hair, keeping him against your chest. His eyes flick up to yours, big and brown and bottomless, and as he stares back at you, his hand moves south once more, the pads of his fingers ghosting across your skin. He makes a detour at his own mouth, coating his index and middle digits in saliva before he’s bringing them between your legs. He drags them along your slit, your slick and his spit easing the way, and he still doesn’t look away as he plunges deep into you, crooking his knuckles just right and finding that rough patch in one fell swoop, making fireworks explode behind your eyelids, every part of your body going white-hot for a moment that seems to last forever.
“Gotta make you cum first, honey,” he drawls against your breath, tongue laving at your nipple. “Gotta make you cum so you can take this big fucking cock, huh?” You whimper and he smiles, dropping a kiss to the curve of your breast before he’s moving up again, kissing your mouth and shoving his tongue down your throat. His free hand curls around your neck a moment later, and you can’t stop your moan, muffled by his mouth. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this, honey. You gonna cum for me?” he asks, and you keen upwards, hips chasing his fingers as he thrusts them, dragging along every single one of your nerves with each pass. You nod frantically, both hands curled around his wrist.
He tightens his grip on your throat just slightly, not enough to cut off your air but just enough to make you clench. He must feel it, because he looks down at where he’s breaching you, his fingers disappearing into your pussy, glistening in the low light when he drags them out. You whine, the noise sinking into a whimper when he gives you a hard kiss, teeth pulling at your bottom lip.
“C’mon, honey,” he murmurs to you, peppering your face with kisses, fingers thrusting harder. “Cum for me. I want to see it, I want to feel it.”
One final thrust and you’re gone, body convulsing on his sheets, simultaneously sucking him deeper into you and seizing with the intrusion. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and you’re blind with pleasure, limbs taut and then loose, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the orgasm rips through you like lightning.
“Good girl, honey.” Once your breathing starts to return to normal, he drags his fingers from you, shoving them between his lips instantly, groaning at the taste. “So fucking sweet.”
Immediately, you’re reaching for his hips, desperate to rid him of his pants and pull his cock free. You need to feel it, need to feel him inside you, now. He’s hard as a rock, cock springing towards his belly as he sits up and yanks his sweats off. Before he can move, you’re clambering into his lap, grinding your hips into his and dragging your wet heat along his length.
“Yeah?” he almost taunts, one hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back roughly so he can tongue at your throat again. “You want that big cock, don’t you, honey?”
You nod furiously. “I want it so bad.”
“Then take it.”
You curl your fingers around the base of him, feeling him pulse against your grip as you line him up, tip notching at you entrance before you start to sink down. You’re slow at first, wanting to savour it, but Dave doesn’t let you, slamming your hips down on his hard, hips canting up into yours. It makes stars burst behind your eyes, your still sensitive clit rubbing against his pelvis.
“C’mon,” he growls into your ear, tugging your hair again, biting at your earlobe. “I said, take it.”
You choke out a moan, and start to move your hips as hard as you can, knees bouncing against the mattress, your arms wrapped around his neck. He pants in your ear, teeth scraping your neck, and you just keep moving, whimpering as that coil starts to tighten again already, on the verge of snapping when Dave starts to meet each of your thrusts, planting his feet on the floor and slamming you down onto his cock with every upward lift of his hips.
“Never should have left you,” he grunts, face now buried in your collar. “Should have stayed with you. Should have made you mine forever.”
You’re at a loss for words, gasping his name as he presses a hand to the small of your back, your hips grinding as deep as possible. He coaxes you through it, more whispered praises and soft murmurs of that’s my girl, honey, take it, god, honey you feel so good.
Honey, honey, honey.
It sounds so good on his lips.
You kiss him as you cum, tangling your tongue with his as your limbs turn to static, clenching hard around his cock as the second orgasm overtakes you. It’s enough, because he cums a moment later, spilling deep, a stuttered groan echoing through the room.
You stay there a while, sprawled on his lap, chests heaving and hearts ricocheting against each other. Dave kisses you softly, the intensity giving way to something softer. You melt into him, holding him as close as possible. “Oh, honey,” he whispers, hands trailing up your back to your shoulders, keeping you close. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
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