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kingkaizen · 6 days

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𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓬'𝓼

∘ desc: breeding scenarios revolving around the jujutsu kaisen boys, hope you enjoy <3

∘ ft: gojo, geto, nanami, sukuna,+ choso

∘ a/n: first post on the blog! im so excited for you all to read. pls let me know if you want something similar for different characters, i'm open to ideas!

∘ includes: nsfw, breeding, dirty talk, creampie, crying

Gojo

↠ this man has one of the biggest breeding kinks, this isn’t up for debate he’s so serious

↠ he can’t help but love the possessiveness of it all, the way you squeeze around him so tight while he mumbles over and over about how much he wants to fill you up

↠ “Fuck princess, you’re clenching around me so hard..makes me wanna give that pretty pussy what it deserves.”

↠ “Yeah, you want me to cum inside you baby? How bad do you want it? Tell me baby.”

↠ he can’t really make out your desperate response, but he could tell how much his words are affecting you by the way your back begins to arch paired with your eyes rolling to the back of your head

↠ the thought of getting you pregnant turns him on much more than he’d like to admit to you, why wouldn’t he want to put his claim over you in the most primal way possible?

↠ gojo can’t stop himself from pounding into you harder, reaching impossibly deeper as he presses your legs against your chest

↠ “I can’t wait to see you all full with my cum, with our child.”

↠ his fingers stroke at your clit before moving up to rub your tummy

↠ “right here? im gonna fuck a baby into you.”

Geto

↠ geto’s breeding kink isn’t something that he’s ever mentioned to you before

↠ truthfully, it isn’t really something that he’s put much thought into in the first place

↠ it’s more of an “in the moment” thing

↠ he’s always been very rational, but all sense goes out the window once he hears your voice

↠ “god, you always sound so cute for me. begging for my cum just how i like.”

↠ he wants you to tell him how much you want it. He won’t give it to you unless he knows how desperate you are

↠ but even then, he knows that there’s no way that he could ever deny you anything

↠ so when he finally does let it all go, he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking underneath him

↠ “i’m gonna fill you up again and again until i cant anymore, you deserve it all.”

Sukuna

↠ breeding to sukuna is a privilege

↠ he doesn’t care how needy you get, if you don’t deserve it, he won’t give it to you

↠ he’s a huge tease, so even if you think you’ve been good, he’s still never going to make it that easy

↠ he loves it most when you work so, so hard just to prove it to him

↠ with your hands gripping the sheets beneath you, he has you on all fours, towering over you casually as you push back against him

↠ “god you’re such a slut, i didn’t think you were this desperate to get me off.”

↠ his laugh sounds so sinister coming from him, smiling so wide at the way your arms shook as they began to give out

↠ sighing deeply, he braces a hand against the headboard, other hand gripping your waist as he finally moves you on his cock himself

↠ “you’re so pathetic, making me do all the work when you promised you could make me cum yourself. i guess you’d rather have me finish on your back then, hm?”

↠ the sound of your whining in response makes him feel that much more powerful

↠ “calm down, im just kidding. i’ll make sure you take it all inside of you like a good girl.”

Nanami

↠ nanami isnt someone that i can see wanting kids

↠ sure, he probably would be very good with kids but it isnt something that he necessarily wants for himself

↠ the only aspect of this kink that nanami enjoys is the mess

↠ sex with him is always so passionate, he puts his everything into making you feel good

↠ he can’t help but crave the sight of his cum leaking out of your cunt, and the way it always leaves you twitching and begging for more

↠ “you always feel so good, getting me so worked up already.”

↠ after he’s through with you, he never stops there

↠ carefully placing your sore legs back down from their previous spot on his shoulders, he slowly plunges his fingers into your core

↠ he’s almost ashamed of himself by how much he gets off to your fallen tears as he scoops his cum from inside of you, hushing your soft hisses with rough kisses to your face

↠ “c’mon baby, i want you to see how good we taste together.”

Choso

↠ breeding for choso isn’t about the potential risks or even the mess

↠ he simply just wants to bury himself deep inside of you, completely losing all and any sense of control

↠ he never really indulges you in this kink unless he really just needs to let off some steam

↠ seeing you wear literally anything is enough to get him in the mood, he’s so attracted to you

↠ you were both on your way to meet up with some friends, but he couldn’t help dragging you into the bathroom

↠ you soon found yourself being fucked against the wall, choso not having a care in the world about anyone who could just walk in

↠ “i’m sorry baby, i couldn’t wait, j-just wanna be inside you.”

↠ he thrusts into you with such urgency, so needy for his release so that he can watch the way his cum trickles down your thighs

↠ your nails dragging down his back while creaming all over him sends him right to the edge, loud and desperate groans making its way to your ears as he sets you back down

↠”now you’re gonna walk back out there and hold my cum inside of you until we’re done here, okay?”

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footballandfics · 1 year

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neymar x reader

i felt sad so i end up writing this - i hope you like it and please share with me your thoughts it'll help me a lot

ask box is open !!

“I’m not going to follow you around the world like a lost puppy” you said to your boyfriend of two years - Neymar .

“what do you mean?” he said to you surprised with the turn of his question took .

“if you listen to me , you wouldn’t be shocked like right now” you became tired of all of this . it’s like you’re talking to yourself whenever you mention anything about your job .

“In two weeks, I’m having a very important meeting, I worked all those years for this moment where everything is going to be paid off, but here you’re telling me to drop everything and fly with you to the other side of the world and drop everything just like that”.

“that’s not my intention and you know that” said Neymar calmly as much as he could but you did notice he’s getting tired too .

“I want you around me , I want you to support me , I NEED your support and never did I ask you to come with me selfishly” Ney tried to explain this to you while holding one of your hands and caressing your cheek.

“What about me then? I also want this from you, no, I need this from you” you said looking in his eyes , his beautiful green eyes that you love so much , but now you’re not sure .

“You know I can’t be here for you, not all the time” now it’s his turn to get a bit away from you. you know this and you made peace with it but still it doesn’t mean it hurt any less.

“But that’s not what I’m asking for, even though I’m not getting any of your time, I’m asking you to understand that this time I’m not coming with you and that I’ll stay here in my home” you turned around trying to collect yourself and thoughts away from him while also trying not to make things any worse.

However, Neymar has another thought “you knew what you were getting yourself into” you turned to him disappointed with what you just heard. “So, asking you to care about my future is too much for you?” it looks like there is no turning back now and you have to face the storm. “I do it for you all the time just fine but it’s way too much for you to do for me the same thing”.

“I don’t even know why you work you don’t have to; I earn enough money I can take care of you , you refused to move in with me and now this. I can’t believe you” now he’s being ridicules.

“We talked about this before a hundred times even, I won’t be dependent on you financially, I love my job I love what it adds to me and my life.” You tried to be calm but it wasn’t much of success.

Neymar get away from you, shaking his head “talking about how I don’t have time for you but when I do you start a fight, I can’t believe you right now.” Hurting you with his words you couldn’t understand where everything went wrong.

“You should leave” you told him and he stopped from going to your bedroom , now it’s his turn to look back at you “are you serious now?” looking at you like you just said the craziest thing he ever heard .

“I think it’s for the best for the both of us , you’re not making the effort to understand me and I can’t handle all of this right now” you said to him as calmly as you could .

“y/n , let’s talk this out and try to make it work because if you’re not traveling with me , we won’t see each other till next month” Neymar came closer to you , rubbing your arms trying to control the damage a little bit.

“maybe that’s what we need a time away for both of us , to calm down and think rationally without hurting each other feelings when we are not meaning to” you said avoiding his eyes so you don’t change your mind ,all of this hurts you but you know that you need this time off to cool down.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Hey look me in the eyes so I can believe you” Neymar now holding your chin so you look at him in the eyes with no chance of you to avoid him.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You said it , firmly not avoiding his eyes to show him how serious you are about all of this .

“fine I’ll leave” he said while getting away from you and collecting his belongs like his coat and phone , he continued his way to your main door , he opened it and before going out entirely he looked at you again “you know I love you right?”

“I know, please be safe” You said nodding your head , not saying I love you back was hard on both of you .

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Open Window

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: You get really into your weekend tryst with Steve and Eddie.

Warnings: Language, masturbation, squirting, mentions of blood, fluff at the end, slight female dom, stripping, cowgirl, semi-established poly relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, NSFW, and lotsa naughty touching!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

A/N: Hey there, hi there! This is my first venture in the writing world of Stranger Things fanfiction! I’m nervous as hell, lol. I’ve only seen a few episodes, plus bits and pieces of the series, so I am keeping this fic pretty basic and plotless (basically just some self-serving filth, dedicated to all of us Eddie/Steve/Reader lovers, and fellow Steddie lovers). I fell absolutely in love with Eddie’s character, then Steve’s, causing an inevitable calling into this fandom/show, becoming dazed by how unique it is.

Once I finish the series in full, I do intend on having more stories and plot-heavy things coming, but my drafts are piling up with ideas that won’t leave me alone, so here we are, haha. I have watched ALOT of Eddie and Steve to try and grasp their characterizations. Crossing my fingers that isn’t in vain. Anyways, y’all are the judges of that! ;)

Enjoy! - Kristen <3

~*~

You’re not quite sure when it really started, but then again, what sane person could be? All the shit that’s been going down in Hawkins is supposed to be what shocks you, yet the fact of you ending up in a highly charged sexual relationship with both Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington - that wasn’t what anyone expected for a midwestern girl in a dizzying few weeks. And that’s who you had been before things began to shift and looks were exchanged. Was it a crippling fear leading to held hands, white knuckled grips nearly shredding flimsy bedsheets, or this irresistibly odd pull that connected you three together? It’s something you are not sure you’ll ever have the answer to.

Days began to bleed into one another, leaving behind worries about what others would think if they knew, rationality a passing memory. Everytime you gathered at Steve’s place or Eddie’s trailer, it became more heated than the last. Your introverted shell took a hit from each bruise Steve would paint across your thighs - an enriching deep red he’d use his mouth to clean with false apology, knowing you both fucking loved it. Eddie’s fondness fell into taking you hard enough to shatter some drywall behind Steve’s bed, fuck up his own bed, and render you unable to sit properly - leaving the two boys with cheshire-wide smirks at your shared friend group’s questioning. Eventually, your quieted persona broke apart in such a hungry manner that containing it wasn’t possible any longer.

Your parents had left you to watch the family pets and your one story home, some banquet in Indianapolis they were obligated to. You wasted no time in inviting your guys over, the first time you’d all be meeting at your place. Heavily tasked, you overly pampered yourself, in further detail, making sure your sheets were fresh, the beer was ice cold, and you were nice and prepared in… other ways. You used minimal makeup, a simple silk nightgown you took your last allowance payment to purchase, and your first real pair of lacy underwear. They were on their way to you by mere minutes…

~*~

You are giddy, cheeks kissed with a heat, as you watch the freshly shaved expanse of your thighs bounce against one another in eager anxiety. It seems like Hawkins can always provide a natural soundtrack for whatever-the-fuck is happening in your life, so a thunderstorm isn’t the least bit surprising to you. It’s calming, giving you the courage to approach the door upon seeing them roll up in Steve’s car outside. You sneak a peek through your mom’s maroon drapes, Eddie’s hands moving rapidly in front of Steve’s face, before Steve palms his forehead in frustration, motioning to his radio. They’re arguing over music again.

You roll your eyes and grow impatient, thumping your knuckles across the glass to attempt attention. Steve is the first to see your action, scoffing at Eddie, who points back at him to place blame. You flip them the double bird, letting the curtains drop, unlocking your front door and pulling it open, standing in front with your arms crossed. Fucking you, fucking each other - boys will still be pain in the ass boys. Ruining my sexy reveal plan… little bitches.

They’d already begun to climb from the car, insulting each other, that is, until they see you in the doorway. Like dogs trying to race for a bone, Steve and Eddie clamber through your dad’s rain soaked AstroTurf, crushing your mom’s newly planted flowers underneath their shoes, stopping breathless and wide eyed on your doorstep.

“You know,” You start, allowing your hands to press into a rest upon your hips. “I really don’t want to let you in here now.”

Eddie looks comical, Steve perplexed.

“If Harrington wasn’t such an uptight little shit, I don’t think you’d be pouting right now, Y/N.”

“Oh, great, blame it on me for nearly blowing out my eardrums. You’re a real stallion, Eddie.” Steve retorts in a biting sarcasm.

“I know I did not blow my last twenty dollars on this fucking piece of fabric for you two to argue over the radio again,” You pause, an after huff finishing your statement. “And by the way, Munson, I’m not pouting.”

Eddie grins, doing that damn swaying back and forth shit that he does, hands clasping together behind his back. You and Steve both watch that chain slap across worn black fabric-an automatic reaction. “Yes you are.”

“You have a shitty poker face, Y/N.” Steve butts in.

“You’re really pissing me off, I hope you both know that.” You’re trying to glare, but the beads of raindrops slicking Steve’s neck and dotting Eddie’s leather jacket are firing your stance. That gnawing ache is a sharp stab between your thighs, a signal to the way you’ve been feeling so possessively lustful towards them lately, without either man even knowing your libido’s full extent.

“You know what they say. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Eddie is practically giggling, that pearly white smile so damned big that you forget your irritation entirely, turning around and heading down the hallway to your bedroom.

Both boys exchange looks, a slight worry tinting Steve’s furrowed brow when he says, “Dude… really?” Leave it to Munson to still be cracking jokes when you’re breasts are heavily visible through the satin, your body language a little different than Steve has seen before.

“I didn’t mean anything by it…” Eddie slightly falters, pushing your front door closed and flipping its deadbolt.

~*~

When both boys venture to your room, they aren’t prepared for it. Lightly scented candles are lit on your desk, a greeting aroma that comforts them, your window open and your sheer pastel pink curtains are billowing out across your shoulder, which is moving along with your arm. Eddie’s teeth take hostage over his bottom lip, while Steve’s jugular tightens into a harsh swallow. You’re perched atop the window sill, nightgown around your waist, lace to the side, accompanied by two fingers easing in and out of your very wet cunt. You don’t let either partner get a word out, sliding a finger from yourself, a very noticeable shine causing Steve to adjust himself.

Eddie looks as if his willpower not to meet you at the window, undo his belt, slide your ass to the edge of the sill, lock your legs around his waist as he fucks you so hard you can’t form a coherent word for days-is dissipating rapidly. You hold that shining finger up to halt them.

“You’re wearing too much.” Is all you say.

They do that eye dart with the other, as if to communicate.

“Take. Them. Off.” You emphasize, leaving no leeway or patience.

Normally, Eddie would start bitching the second he is aware you have your music going. His teasing picks. But fuck if it’s not helping him shed every layer. Steve is silently doing the same, all that everyone is hearing is their own labored pants and the stirring squelch of your fingers. Eddie’s dark eyes are a glossy abyss, caving to blown pupils.

Steve is caught between staring at him to looking back at you. He is disheveled, that tremble snapping his wrist as he lowers his underwear, bare to your sights. His thick cock leaking and throbbing so bad he is on the verge of seeing stars. Eddie’s belt is undone is such a deliberately slow manner, that you catch Steve’s gone gaze to keep steady. It doesn’t help when Eddie slides those ring covered fingers beneath his boxer’s waistband, dragging his pants down in one, two-combo go, almost as if he’s caressing his thighs like the body of a guitar.

The tattoos littering his creamy skin have your mouth watering, plan nearly forgotten. Your fingers take a break, cunt clenching around them. You edge your teeth into the corner of your lip, a pinch so hard it breaks your skin. Eddie’s cock is in his hand, a rebellious challenge to your game. He is very aware you need him inside you. Shaking his head to purse his lips and blow off a strand of dark hair, the thin chain that contains his guitar pick is highlighted.

If you weren’t turned on beyond human comprehension, vision blurred from teary eyed want, it’d be funny that you and Steve moan in sync over that necklace. Your fingers give a harder press, leaving that tight and familiar pressure. You’re needy, floating, exposed.

“Come and undress me, please.” A little shyness leaks back out, your voice wavering on puddled words.

Steve is the first to seek you out, tapping your thighs up to press against his muscular waist, his thumb tilting your chin to meet his mouth in a slow and deliberate kiss, one that melts into a pathway to your neck.

More marks for later.

Steve is smiling against your skin, his left hand swatting yours from between parted thighs, easily hooking his digits into the lace and tugging as you unravel your limbs from their previous position around his waist. Your toes tip into dangle over your hardwood floor, lifting to help Steve get the flimsy fabric off, lewd strings of thick want stringing from you to the garment. He observes it, finger scraping the soaked crotch. “Jesus Christ, you’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

Steve is mewling out pet names, that’s how you know he’s a complete goner too. You still can’t speak, letting Steve. He’s not done yet, apparently. Pressing a lined touched down the valley of your breast beneath the gown, he rests his forehead to yours, that same hand that removed your panties hovering on your inner thigh. He can barely get the word out, but manages with a deep, “Yeah?”

You can’t close your eyes, don’t permit yourself to miss any moment. Nodding, you allow him to flatten his palm across your labia, absolutely destroying his hand with your slick, slapping the flesh a few times, making you shiver. He’s good at that. It’s when he takes two fingers and parts you, gathering a thick amount, that you whimper so loudly both men wonder if it’s too much. He flings the panties to the floor, looking hotly at your shared lover - Eddie Munson.

He’s a silhouette of sinful debauchery, hand gripping his erection, salivating for some instruction.

“Come here, Munson.” Steve shifts a little, presenting his soaked fingers to Eddie’s lips. The long haired rocker obliges, obscenely biting Steve’s digits into his mouth, sucking them dry, his hands wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

It’s a subtle depth they share, recently having ventured out into kissing one another. Steve was always more hesitant than Eddie, but Eddie had kissed males and females alike before you all hooked up. He was always patient, waiting. And as you watch Steve take Eddie by his neck’s nape, gripping a palmful of his long locks, their mouths smashing together hungrily - you admire, heart smitten. When they release, Eddie points at the floor, you slide off the window sill, letting him take you into his arms.

Eddie knocks a nuzzle with an easy knuckle graze against your cheek, bringing you into a kiss, his chest exhaling deeply, your arms lifting to give him access to stripping you completely, his warm flesh seeping through your nightgown, growing significantly over each piece of your flesh that gets uncovered. It falls to the floor. Satin, silk, whatever the fuck fabric it is. His fingers dance across the goosebumps that have appeared on your shoulders, just stroking, breaths unsteady. He dives into his usual hold, prepared to lift you onto the bed and place you on your back.

You shake your head, summoning that bravery you worked so hard to find. “Eddie go and lay down the bed.” Another laughable moment when your guys have such a shocked look on their face. Eddie does as told, resting his arms behind his head, tongue flat against his teeth. He’s at your complete and total mercy.

Lord help me… is this even real?

“Put a condom on him, Harrington. They’re in the drawer.” Your feet patter along the flooring, you slide a hand across Eddie’s thigh, teasing, smirking.

“Steve, if you don’t hurry up, man. I swear to fuck I’ll—“ Eddie tries, Steve cutting him off by making quick work of the task, securing the condom onto Eddie’s delicious length.

They are waiting on your next move, dark eyes expectant. Yeah, you can definitely do this. Your knees press into the bed as you climb into a straddle across Eddie’s thick thighs, your pussy dripping arousal that catches on his hipbone, making him squirm. You reach out for Steve’s hand, bringing it to cup you, giving him enough to coat the condom with, an aid for you. All four of their hands that have battled monsters, worked, played a guitar, yet they’re so gentle with you. It’s an empowering comfort, one that has you reaching back to take Eddie’s cock, nudging the head at your opening.

When he speaks, that honey soaked voice is deep, lost. It’s practically a whisper. “You sure you’re gonna be able to take me like this, Y/N?”

“What do you both think I’ve been preparing myself for?” And with that revelation, you sink down, eyes meeting Eddie’s, not breaking, even when your lids flutter wildly. You reach for Steve’s hand automatically, holding tightly for support.

Eddie inhales sharply, abdomen muscles flexing into a trembling series.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Eddie.” Your unshed tears have prickled the corners of your lids, slipping out. Damn if it doesn’t hurt like hell, stretching, sheathed, full. And you love every new sensation this position brings. Steve sees the tears first, slithering to swing his body around behind you, his cock pressed into your lower back, leaving behind a sopping wet spot. He reaches for your waist, one hand trailing down to part you the rest of the way, giving Eddie a full view of his cock being swallowed by your pussy.

The music on your cassette tape is climbing to the chorus, soothing your first assisted movement. Steve lays his chin on your shoulder and keeps his thumb pad over your clit, his thighs bumping your own. He helps you crest a riding rhythm over Eddie, moving with you, gaining stimulation from rutting against your backside. Eddie can’t take his eyes off you, dancing between Harrington, whom kisses your neck to your shoulder blade, finalizing his own fixated gaze on Eddie Munson.

Holy hell…

Steve’s help doesn’t go in vain, however, it only takes you a few more dipping movements until you’re on your own, hands falling back onto Eddie’s thighs, nails digging in, back arched, eyes now closed, in your own world that seeks out pleasure in shameless greed, a sole pearl of sweat descending beneath your breasts, hips rising and falling, taking. Eddie is balls deep in you and you know you won’t be able to walk for days, but you probably wouldn’t stop, even if someone came home. Steve lowers himself by Eddie, both mesmerized by you riding him into your mattress, speed picking up, the song’s beat blending into wind-whipped curtains. Eddie swears he’s having super human sight, as he is noticing everything in your room in hyper focus; Steve Harrington-hot as hell, a fucking saint for waiting to get off, a prime heroic example of that virtue called patience, biting his ripe lips, sharing looks that map out you and Eddie in a private perversion, you riding Eddie’s cock like the Queen angel herself, horns adorning your normal goddamned halo, your cassette player with that damned song, hell, even your girly curtains that have flowers on them.

His eyes roll back, cock swelling in the condom. He’s losing it, whining into a cry of heavy-hot jagged breaths. Your hands move back to Eddie's chest, vividly aware, you switch to yanking Steve into your embrace, a kiss so violent that you can feel that jawline knick your cheekbone on the way in. Breaking apart on swollen, damp mouths, you let yourself press flat across Eddie, breasts dragging along his inked chest, increasing the velocity of your thrusts. He’s a pitiful mess, clenching your waist with a feverish vice.

His breathing is exerted, reminding you how he looks when he’s playing a show or a solo for you and Steve. You tighten at the mental image, that invisible rubberband snapping, your resolve slashed apart. Your body is sprinkled with a hot red blush, thighs starting to shake. It doesn’t even take the normal touch you’d need to your clit to get off, no. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry, before you let out the loudest, downright embarrassing scream, birthed in your diaphragm- tear through your lungs and out of your mouth.

You don’t just cum. This unfamiliar feeling grows, invading you until it’s turned you inside out, and that tickling twist locks your muscles down, a gush of hot fluid coming from you and drenching Eddie, all the way down to the curls at the base of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck.” He coos, wound. Like a meek mouse, you fold, unable to hold yourself up, you collapse into your rockstar’s chest.

“Holy goddamned shit.” Steve pants, working a hand over himself, sliding back into his previous position behind you. You’re too weak to try and move on your own, sensitive. And you know Eddie is trying like hell to stay still and hold back.

Mere minutes have felt like hours, and you are grateful to Steve for helping your hips move again, as Eddie is mentally encouraged to force his hips into rough pumps from beneath. You’re burying your face into the inked expanse of Eddie’s chest, your cheek close to that guitar pick accessory. Eddie. He’s throbbing inside you and it’s clear he’s coming.

“Fuck, look at me, little girl.” He demands, zoned out completely that he isn’t even realizing how he’s just awakened a new kink in both you and Steve.

He pries you off his neck, cupping the back of yours… watching. It’s a moment. He reaches up with his other hand, his thumb caressing Steve’s cheekbone, running through his hair, the three of you just… observing, soaking in the other in one group motion. When Eddie comes it’s a brand new rift that has opened, one that none of you were aware could exist.

Eddie’s jugular constricts against a harsh gulp, lips slippery, eyes hauntingly beautiful in their bliss, and you are suddenly brimmed with warmth as he fills the condom full, breathing patterns stuttering, leaving the air blanketed in his lowly rasps. Steve helps you ride Eddie out, before you fall forward again, Eddie’s heartbeat thumping erratically in vibrations across your sternum and boobs. You ruffle your fingers throughout his sweaty mane, helping him catch his bearings. He’s spent for the moment, but you’re twitching, pulsating again, needing more.

Steve brushes your hair off your shoulder, aware you need a break and he needs you. Eddie, to his credit, recovers enough to help Steve slide you off him and onto your back, drenched and shaking. Eddie passes a fresh condom, using his teeth to open it, Steve barely able to get it on without combusting. No one vocalizes much right now.

Eddie ties off his own rubber, discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand, easing onto his side to watch you spread your legs wide open for Harrington to slope down into. You lock them around Steve’s upper back, hushing his worry you’ll be way too sore from all this. He doesn’t waste anymore time, letting Eddie guide his cock halfway, their joined hands pushing Steve into your sensitive walls. Ever the handsy man that Munson can be, he caresses the expanse of Steve’s back as he moves, tickles your ankles, swiping his fingers back and forth, switching to the cool metal his rings bring from knuckled brushes. You’re still outrageously wet that the sounds in your room are disgustingly whoreish, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s hand does pay attention to your neglected clit, which has gained some stimulation from Steve’s chest hovering into strokes, every time he presses back inside you.

“How about you two give me another show, huh? Think you can come together?” Eddie’s got that tone from the furthest pits down that it can come from. It’s hotter than hot, and you’re ready for more, Steve sure he’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t have any.

You let Steve take you harder than you can remember feeling him. His shoulder blades twist and shift to match his body’s chase. You hold tight, purposely clenching your pussy around him. It takes Eddie one hard press to your clit and a rather assertive smack to Steve’s ass and you both tip over the precipice, moaning out gibberish and pleas, rocking out every last bit of pleasure. Steve Harrington’s firm and round ass clenching upon his release, is a sight Eddie Munson will never get tired of.

Your tits heaving heavily, nipples hard, Eddie Munson won’t ever forget that image either. Steve collapses onto you, seeking solace on the swell of your bosom with a rosy cheek. You rub his sweaty, freckled back, your thighs beginning a shaking set of quakes you don’t even attempt to reign in. Eddie lays back down beside you two, pushing Steve’s chestnut locks off his forehead, giving you the very same treatment. Calming down in a minute’s ticking, Steve rolls to your other side, sandwiching you into the middle.

No one speaks, basking in the glow. That is, until Eddie breaks the silence. He would be the one to see it first. He runs a finger beside your right thigh on the white sheet, expecting you and Steve, who give him identical “What?” looks, to catch on quicker.

“Haven’t seen this come from her since we popped her cherry, Harrington.” Eddie smirks.

A stomach swooping humiliation settles in. Sure enough, right beside where your thigh was previously dangling above-is a small, but very present spot of bright crimson.

“Shit. This is fucking embarrassing.” Your bubble is bursting, your obsessive need to clean and cover up coming out. Eddie grasps you around the waist, shaking his shaggy hair.

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. It just means you won’t be able to sit down in public for the next week.”

Even Steve, the worrisome lover, is taking pride in it.

“Wonder if anyone will notice?” He joins Eddie.

But you know, whether everyone else can sense something or not, that you very much will. There’s always an open window to the truth, and that’s not just your window letting in a heavier storm.

I’ve fucking fallen in love with these two hot messes.

~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson & @lovelylangdonx (Idk who else to tag. Hope y’all don’t mind?)

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80 J IN A SAME SEX RELATIONSHIP WITH MC BEFORE THEY LEAVE AND THEY ARE DATING IN SECRET I NEED-

J + 80: “Let’s run away together.”

(THIS ONE!!! I featured both Jean and Jade so if someone prefers sapphic J you can scroll down^^)

From this ask game.

Jean always said, “You’ll leave for school soon enough,” like that meant an end and not a beginning. His following phrase often changed: “So come over, have dinner— a proper dinner.”

Or: “It’s too crowded at your place.”

Or: “I’ll help you with your homework.”

They were lousy excuses to see you but they always worked. Sleepovers—you didn’t call them sleepovers even though that’s exactly what you did: you ate, you hung out with Jean’s family like you belonged in it, you sneaked into his bed and slipped out before dawn—at Jean’s were a usual enough occurrence that both your parents and his father could predict when the two of you would ask for permission. As long as it didn’t affect your grades, you were fine to do as you pleased.

And Jean’s father? He was glad his son felt comfortable enough to bring a friend over.

Because Jean and you pretended to be just friends, and by all means it was a success, a perfect act, the role of your life. Jean was nothing if not careful, cold enough in public and scorching hot when you were alone together.

But it still hurt to draw that line between the two of you, to put on an act, to listen and nod along when his father nagged him: “Son,” he said in a teasing tone “You’re always out nowadays. Did you finally get a girlfriend, or something?”

Jean rolled his eyes, barely paid attention, stirred his food around the plate with disinterest. And that was what gave it away for you: Jean was annoyed—though his father was mostly teasing him, Jean had always hated to be the butt of any joke. Your own frustration sparked, but for different reasons.

His father’s attention turned to you, “What about you, boy?”

“He’s too busy studying to date,” came Jean’s swift reply.

“And you?” he snorted. The studying excuse died for Jean last year, when he graduated and refused to keep studying.

“Me? I don’t care. About girls.”

It hurt but you understood, grinned and bore it, kissed Jean twice as hard when he locked his door behind the two of you, where nobody could see you and come up with a million reasons as to why you shouldn’t. It was one of those things that Jean and you never really talked about, always relying on silent agreements and suppositions.

There was little to assume when you had him just where you wanted him, with his hands on your waist, his short hair tangled around your fingers. Jean was right— you’d leave for college soon enough. This was one of the scarce moments in which you allowed yourself to embrace all the negativity.

Though rather than drowning, you found the oxygen and tranquility you needed in Jean’s bruising kiss.

“Sorry about him,” your boyfriend mumbled.

Your fingers trailed down the side of his face, his jaw, and then his neck—making him shiver and look at you with adoration—until they curled around the collar of his shirt.

“Jean,” you mumbled as his thumb caressed your lower lip almost absentmindedly. Jean mused a quiet ‘what?’ to which you answered “Let’s run away together.”

Taking calm and collected Jean by surprise was a shock in itself, but you doubled down.

“Please? We could— You could come with me. I don’t know. I just—” you sigh, perhaps a bit overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that normally curse through you when Jean was this close (this close and so far away) “I can’t just hide how much I want you, you know?”

Ever the grounding force, Jean swallows all emotion like a black hole—reflects nothing, gives away nothing—and he reaches up with the calmness he’s known for, holding both your hands in his.

“You know you’re not thinking rationally, right?” Jean asked softly “That. That’s just never going to happen.”

“It won’t if we don’t try—”

“And then what?” he waits for an answer you can’t give. Looking at it in hindsight, asking Jean to abandon his family feels unfair “You want me? I’m yours. But be realistic, please.”

You catch his undertone: Jean and you always had an expiration date.

Jade always said, “You’ll leave for school soon enough,” like that meant an end and not a beginning. Her following phrase often changed: “So come over, have dinner— a proper dinner.”

Or: “It’s too crowded at your place.”

Or: “I’ll help you with your homework.”

They were lousy excuses to see you but they always worked. Sleepovers—you felt giddy like a schoolgirl when you referred to them as sleepovers, though it meant much more for both you and Jade than a platonic night with girlfriends—at Jade’s were a usual enough occurrence that both your parents and her father could predict when the two of you would ask for permission. As long as it didn’t affect your grades, you were fine to do as you pleased.

And Jade’s father? He was glad his daughter felt comfortable enough to bring a friend over.

Because Jade and you pretended to be just friends, and by all means it was a success, a perfect act, the role of your life. Jade was nothing if not careful, cold enough in public and scorching hot when you were alone together.

But it still hurt to draw that line between the two of you, to put on an act, to listen and nod along when her father nagged her: “Jay,” he said in a teasing tone “You’re always out nowadays. I don’t have to worry about you having a boyfriend, right?

Jade rolled her eyes, barely paying attention, stirred her food around the plate with disinterest. And that was what gave it away for you: Jade was annoyed—though her father was mostly teasing her, Jade had always hated any attempts of telling what she could or could not do. Your own frustration sparked, but for different reasons.

Her father’s attention turned to you, “What about you, girl?”

“She’s too busy studying to date,” came Jade’s swift reply.

“And you?” he snorted. The studying excuse died for Jade last year, when she graduated and refused to keep studying.

“Me? I don’t care. About boys.”

It hurt but you understood, grinned and bore it, kissed Jade twice as hard when she locked her door behind the two of you, where nobody could see you and come up with a million reasons as to why you shouldn’t. It was one of those things that Jade and you never really talked about, always relying on silent agreements and suppositions.

There was little to assume when you had her just where you wanted her, with her hands on your waist, the flawlessness in her hair coming undone under your fingers. Jade was right— you’d leave for college soon enough. This was one of the scarce moments in which you allowed yourself to embrace all the negativity.

Though rather than drowning, you found the oxygen and tranquility you needed in Jade’s bruising kiss.

“Sorry about him,” your girlfriend mumbled.

Your fingers trailed down the side of her face, her jaw, and then her neck—making her shiver and look at you with adoration—until they curled around the collar of her shirt.

“Jade,” you mumbled as her thumb caressed your lower lip almost absentmindedly. Jade mused a quiet ‘What?’ to which you answered: “Let’s run away together.”

Taking calm and collected Jade by surprise was a shock in itself, but you doubled down.

“Please? We could— You could come with me. I don’t know. I just—” you sigh, perhaps a bit overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions that normally curse through you when Jade was this close (this close and so far away) “I can’t just hide how much I want you, you know?”

Ever the grounding force, Jade swallows all emotion like a black hole—reflects nothing, gives away nothing—and she reaches up with the calmness she’s known for, holding both your hands in hers.

“You know you’re not thinking rationally, right?” Jade asked softly “That. That’s just never going to happen.”

“It won’t if we don’t try—”

“And then what?” she waits for an answer you can’t give. Looking at it in hindsight, asking Jade to abandon her family feels unfair “You want me? I’m yours. But be realistic, please.”

You catch her undertone: Jade and you always had an expiration date.

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summary; cyno's fluff alphabet for the 200 followers event! note; thank you, everyone, for your kind words! i decided to do the full alphabet for him since there were many requests. i hope he's not too ooc, I'm still learning how to write him,,, tags; fluff, some hints of violence and light angst, possible spoilers.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Cyno, unsurprisingly, likes to play Genius Invokation TCG with you! If you don’t know how to play, he’ll gladly teach you and give you some advice on how to make your deck. He always has his own ready whenever he suspects you’re going to visit him.

Your lover is a busy man and doesn’t have much free time, so besides playing together, he’s willing to do something you like instead. Even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he can deal with it from time to time just to spend time with you. He’d also enjoy traveling with you! For your birthday, he’ll take a few days off, so you can use that time to take a nice trip with Cyno.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

It’s a difficult question. The General Mahamatra thinks everything about you is beautiful, from your looks to your personality, once he falls in love with you, he can’t think of any other answer. But, Cyno loves your eyes very much, seeing how you are always honest with him.

If you’re with him, that means you have a decent sense of justice yourself. He admires that, along with your morals and your opinions in many topics. And, if you have a goal in mind, tell him. He’ll do everything in his power to support you, as long as you remember that there are limits for everything.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

It would depend on your own reactions. Depending on that, Cyno will either offer quiet comfort or try to lighten the atmosphere by telling one of his jokes, and then probably explaining it in great detail to make sure you got it. If he does the latter, you might end up forgetting about what upset you before to try and stop him.

If you prefer someone to listen to you, or hold you in silence as you calm down, he can also do it. He’ll stay with you, gently rubbing your back, maybe leaving a kiss on your head if you let him. Cry, scream, do what you need. Cyno won’t judge you when you trust him to be with you during your weakest moments.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Cyno doesn’t have any expectations about the future, preferring to cherish the present instead of daydreaming about something that might or might not happen. As everyone else, he does have hope, but he doesn’t really think about it a lot.

He would like to be with you but, as mentioned before, he focuses more on the here and now. Your lover prefers to cherish your touch, your smiles, the moments you share together in the present rather than think about what could happen in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s in between. He does take the lead sometimes, but most of the time he prefers to share that with you. Cyno doesn’t exactly care about being dominant or passive in that aspect, he only cares about being with you.

Feel free to take the lead when you want to, as long as you’re respectful of his opinions and don’t try to force something, he doesn’t mind. If you don’t like to lead, he can do it, once again he doesn’t mind. In the end, it depends on your own preferences.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

If the fight happened because of something serious, no. Cyno is very firm with his beliefs, and has clear boundaries that will turn the fight into something truly serious. If you overstep these boundaries, it won’t be easy to be forgiven by him, and it’s pretty likely that your relationship won’t continue.

He’s pretty rational and tries to avoid misunderstandings with you, but this doesn’t mean that fights won’t happen. He’s busy a lot of the time and it can cause problems in a relationship, he can take his duty too seriously sometimes. When he’s angry, he doesn’t raise his voice, but when you see his cold eyes you wish he would yell instead. Another thing that may start a fight, is if you put yourself in danger, Cyno can’t think clearly in that kind of situation.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s grateful and aware of what you do for him. Cyno knows that it isn’t easy to love him, as he doesn’t really express his emotions often and is a rather… famous person in Sumeru. He appreciates how patient and understanding you are.

Once your relationship turns serious, he’ll try to not spend too much time outside. If you’re doing your best to understand him and love him for who he is, with his flaws and everything, he wants to at least try to spend more time with you. It’s the least he can do.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Cyno tells you everything he can, but has to keep a few secrets. He’s straightforward when he can’t say something, usually because it’s a secret from the Akademiya or something regarding a sensitive topic.

Besides that kind of things, he likes to be honest with you and expects you to do the same. Slowly but surely, he wants to share most of his secrets with you, as you’re someone he knows he can trust with his life. He hopes you feel the same about him, too.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Indeed! The General Mahamatra started taking more breaks after your relationship began, to see you more often. You help him a lot when he finds it difficult to relax or sleep. He’s also willing to try new things if you like them, whatever they are, as long as you don’t break any rules.

Cyno would most likely be able to help you with your fears and insecurity. He’ll be there to support you whenever you need him as you fight against something you fear, no matter how silly you may think it is. And, although he does feel a bit… flustered sometimes, he will shower you with honest compliments whenever you’re insecure about yourself.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Not really. As said before, Cyno trusts you with his life, so he trusts that you wouldn’t cheat on him. He wouldn’t, however, find it amusing if someone ignored your words about how you have a boyfriend and continued flirting with you.

In the mentioned situations, he simply has to step in. Most people, if not everyone, in Sumeru is aware of who he is, so that person will leave after a single glare if they’re wise enough. If not, well… let’s just say that Cyno doesn’t have a problem with showing his polearm. Threatening? No, no, it’s just a warning.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss you shared with him was short and quick, but not less sweet. He wasn’t used to that kind of affection, so he would be a little clumsy for a while. It’s actually cute, as he does his best to learn more about how you like to be kissed.

After he got used to it, it’s safe to say that his kisses leave you breathless. Cyno’s lips start gently touching yours, but his kisses are long and slow if he has the type to spare. Even when he doesn’t, he kisses you with so much passion that you can’t complain. Don’t let his stoic face fool you, he can’t hide how much he loves your lips when he kisses you.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would take quite a long while to even think about confessing his feelings. Not because he doesn’t want to accept them, and fear of rejection isn’t the main reason as to why he stopped himself so many times, but because of who he is. As the General Mahamatra, he has many enemies, and putting you in danger is what he’s afraid of.

So, it was most likely a slip up. Maybe in a situation where you put yourself in danger, not listening to him, and it triggers something inside Cyno. His face doesn’t change, but he’s a mess inside, scared of the thought that he could’ve lost you and upset because you didn’t listen. In the end, he accidentally confesses to you. No one would believe that someone like he confessed in accident, but it’s difficult for him to keep his emotions in check around you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Cyno isn’t really interested in marriage, but if you want to get married, he’ll think about it. You’ve had some conversations about this topic, and if your dream is for him to propose, he doesn’t mind. He’s okay if you want to propose to him.

Either way, it has to be completely private. Only a few friends, family members and the like, to avoid making it too known. A private wedding, a day to always remember and a promise to stay together. Even though he wasn’t interested at first, he can’t help but let a soft smile appear on his face at the thought of putting a ring on your finger.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He’s pretty simple with the nicknames… when you aren’t alone, at least. If you’re outside or around friends, he would call you “love” or “dear”. Cyno doesn’t call you by a pet name often though, he prefers to keep most affection in private.

And when you’re alone, he can just drop the cheesiest nicknames you’ve ever heard. Is he serious, or just joking? You can never be sure. But, he does like to call you “honey” sometimes, too, when he’s relaxing against you. He whispers the nickname close to your ear, asking you if you want to rest.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

The only one who will notice that you have Cyno wrapped around your finger is Tighnari, no one else can see the signs. They can’t see the way Cyno’s eyes soften ever so slightly when you’re around, how he likes to stay close to you, ready to put you behind him in case danger comes… His expression doesn’t change much, except for the almost unnoticeable gentleness and stares.

He’s pretty subtle, in a way. He expresses his love for you by making time to be by your side, telling you his newest jokes and bringing small tokens he thought you would like. It’s not showy, he’s not singing you praises all day around, but he’s always thinking about you.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Cyno has a… reputation, as we all know. As the General Mahamatra, he has made many enemies that hold a grudge against him, so he doesn’t want you to be seen as a target all the time. Therefore, he prefers to avoid most types of affection in public. But, sometimes, he does hold and gently squeeze your hand if he thinks it’s safe enough.

If you’re in front of friends, he’s a bit more open about it. Hand holding, a short hug and a peck are always alright. If you’re with close friends, those you can trust without a doubt, Cyno will even let you sit on his lap if you want to.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He always knows when something is bothering you, especially if it’s something that may cause you harm. Cyno can’t help but notice some of the signs you unconsciously give, be it the way you can’t look at him when he asks you about your day, or anything that may tell him you’re hiding something.

He won’t let it slide. Whatever it is, it’s making you anxious, and he wants to help you. If it’s because of someone, well… he’s a pretty good hunter, and it seems he’ll have a new prey to find. There are barely any limits for him to protect you, and he’ll use his authority to stop whatever is upsetting you if he has to.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He can be romantic sometimes, especially if he sees that you like it. Cyno shows it by getting you the prettiest flowers he can find, telling you that they made him think of you. Your lover can be a little cliché, but that doesn’t make his gestures any less charming.

He’s willing to do almost everything, as long as it’s not against any rules and it doesn’t put you in harm’s way. If him taking a break to travel with you makes you happy, he’ll take a few days off to be by your side. And, although he won’t tell anyone, a part of him wants to kiss you under the stars after spending the day exploring together.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course! Cyno will do everything in his power to help you whenever you need it, he’ll always be there for you. No matter how impossible your goal may seem, he believes in you, and won’t let anyone make fun of you.

But, if it’s something dangerous, you must let him accompany you. As someone who is very stubborn with his goals himself, he knows he won’t be able to change your mind, so he at least wants to ensure your safety.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

A routine may sound boring to some, but your lover is a man who needs to have some time to just relax, to rest without any surprises. It’s comforting to find himself following a routine with you, someone who loves him and stays with him.

Cyno does like to try something new from time to time, from a new game to exploring a place that caught your attention. An activity that isn’t particularly incredible, but creates new memories for the two of you.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Your lover is a man who pays attention to detail, at least when it comes to people. He unconsciously learns some of your quirks, noticing how your eyes light up when you’re talking about a topic you like, even if you never told him that you did, and the same happens with the things you dislike.

He’s a bit more empathetic with you, a part of him can’t help but soften around you, even though he learned to not let his emotions control him. With you, he can feel himself let his guard down ever so slightly, and he yearns to understand you more and more.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is very important, you’re someone who can make his days much better with just a glance, with a smile you can make his heart flutter and his cheeks burn. Thanks to you, he found himself feeling a little happier each day.

But, even although you’re one of the most important people for him, his duty is still one of his priorities. Cyno won’t let a criminal escape, even if he has to stay away for a few days. He’ll apologize, but you must understand that he’ll never let something like that slide, and it won’t be the last time it happens.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Cyno loves when you fall asleep near him. It shows how much you trust him, letting your guard down knowing he won’t let anything harm you. Sometimes, he lets himself caress your hair, his touch soft as a feather. Sadly, you won’t be able to see the smile on his face.

He also likes to watch you from time to time, but tries not to do it too much in fear of you catching him and thinking it’s creepy. Still, his red eyes always end up staring at your relaxed form, engraving your features in his memory.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, not really. Like it was said before, he prefers to avoid most affection outside… but in private, it’s completely different. He loves to hold you and kiss your lips as many times as he can before he has to go.

When you have free time together, his arms are usually around your waist, or his hand touching yours, or your arm, or anywhere as long as he’s touching you. It helps Cyno relax, reminding him that you’re right next to him. If you hold him, he’ll absolutely melt.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Cyno tries to focus even more on his duty, but his patience is noticeable shorter. He wants to finish everything he has to do so he can finally go back home, where you would greet him with a sweet kiss and an even sweeter smile.

If this doesn’t work, he’ll just stare up at the sky, watching the stars and wondering about how you’re doing. He has to force himself to not let his thoughts wander too much, he can’t let his guard down, after all.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Yes, he’s willing to take many risks for you. Cyno won’t hesitate to face the most dangerous enemies as long as you’re safe, and he doesn’t even care about his reputation if he catches someone insulting you.

No matter what, he will protect you. If he has to use his authority or violence, he doesn’t care, no one will touch a hair from your head.

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Collared part 28

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Dean tries to help you with your anger.

Warnings: none particularly

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Had to queue this up while I'm away, so apologies for not updating the mastlist or providing links to other chapters yet. Fixed now!

Part 27 <- -> Part 29

Apparently, the yo-yo was back into angry zone today, Dean thought. He was surprised it hadn’t even been him who’d set you off. No, Sam had the honours this time, although Dean couldn’t really follow your logic as to why you were mad at him. He wondered if you could.

And once you were mad, you were mad. He thought there had been a brief glimmer of hope that you’d calmed down when you’d stormed down to your room and hid for an hour, but when you emerged Sam had made the clearly heinous mistake of asking if you were ok, and you were off again.

“What the hell does it look like, SAMUEL?”

Dean tried to choke back a snigger at you calling him Samuel, but unfortunately he drew too much attention to himself. “And YOU,” you yelled, rounding on Dean, “you think this is funny?!” It felt like school, like you were expecting a ‘no, miss’ answer.

You grabbed your food and marched off.

Dean and Sam exchanged looks. It was going to be one of those days.

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You weren’t in your room when Dean next went to check on you. You weren’t in the kitchen, library, bathroom or lounge room. Now he was getting worried. He sent Sam looking for you too, worried this was going to be a repeat of last time you’d been in a different part of the bunker.

He found you in the garage. You had Baby’s hood up and were poking around, making frustrated sounds. Some of the other cars had their driver doors open, too. He sent Sam a quick text to say he’d found you.

“Taking up mechanics, are you?” Dean asked, casually crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“None of the cars will start!” You yelled at him angrily, head still buried under the hood.

“Did you reconnect the car battery like I showed you?”

“Yes!”

“Good job, you learnt well.”

“But it still won’t bloody start!”

“That’s probably because I disconnected all of the spark plugs.”

You came out from under the hood and marched towards him. “You. Did. WHAT?!”

“I disconnected the spark plugs,” he said calmly.

“WHY?” You were angry, but he was reassured to see that your pupils were the right size and you weren’t acting drunk or high.

“So you couldn’t start them.”

You clenched your hands into fists. “Am I your fucking prisoner? Is that it? Did you get the collar off so that I could have the illusion of freedom but not the actuality?!”

He uncrossed his arms. “No, I disconnected the spark plugs so that you wouldn’t crash and kill yourself trying to drive. I disabled Baby after I found you drunk, and the rest of them when I found you high. I’ve been reconnecting Baby every time I wanted to use her.”

“So I am your prisoner. Is Sam here under duress too?”

“Well, first of all Sam should know how to care for Baby and if he doesn’t then it’s his own fault for not paying attention to Dad and I trying to teach him. And secondly, no you’re not my prisoner. Name the place and I will take you there.”

“Oh, so I’m allowed supervised excursions but not to take myself there, is that it?” you asked sarcastically.

“In case you haven’t noticed, this is my car. Taking it without my permission would, in fact, be theft.”

You scowled at him. “FINE, can I borrow your stupid fucking car?”

“No.”

You gritted your teeth.

“I don’t think you’re safe to drive right now.”

“Oh, are you the world’s fucking expert on car safety?!”

“Show me you can make a calm, rational decision right now and I’ll reconsider. You’ve been screaming at me since I walked in, and I haven’t raised my voice once.”

He caught your punch as it sailed towards his face, his hand encircling your fist and capturing it. “This,” he said, shaking your fist slightly before releasing it, “is not making me think that you’re safe to drive.”

You glared but kept your hands by your sides, looking like you’d stopped. He didn’t buy it though, so he deliberately looked away from you, keeping watch on you out the corner of his eye. He saw your move, coming to attack him again. “Oh, no you don’t,” he said as he grabbed your wrists, spinning you around so that he had your back to his chest and he arms wrapped around your torso, pinning you there.

He waited a few moments, then said, “You finished?”

“Get off me!” you complained, struggling against his hold.

“You going to take another swing, or can we have a conversation like adults?”

“I said get off!!”

He slowly released you, and stepped back. You spun on your heels and glared at him, but didn’t try to hit him again.

“Come with me,” he said, gesturing out of the garage.

“What, am I in trouble? Is Sam the Principal’s Office?” Sarcasm still present, he noted.

“No, I have an idea for a more productive outlet for your anger than my face or my car.”

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You reluctantly followed Dean to a part of the bunker you’d never been to before. You were a bit worried about what he was going to do, but you felt like you should follow him given you had just tried to punch him twice and he hadn’t returned the favour.

He opened the door to an old gym. This had been here the whole time?

He led you over shelves where he pulled off some boxing gloves. “These might be a bit big for you and they’re pretty old fashioned, but they’ll do.” He started to attach them to your hands and you let him.

You followed him mutely to the punching bag in the centre of the room. You had started to calm down a little on the walk here, feeling embarrassed about trying to punch a freaking monster hunter.

But underneath the surface, the same emotions that led you to do it in the first place were still there. Your frustrations with yourself, fear of Azaneth, boredom and monotony of life in the bunker, and anger at Dean for disabling the cars to trap you. Just thinking about it brought your anger back to the surface.

“Hit it,” Dean said, holding it steady.

“What are you, my personal trainer?” you sassed at him.

“I’m not kidding Y/N, hit it. You’ll feel better.”

Feeling like a fool, you took a bit of a swing at the bag.

“Hit it like you mean it.” You tried again, only slightly harder. “Hit it like it’s me,” Dean said with an irritating grin.

You punched it. Hard.

“There we go,” he laughed.

Now that you started, you didn’t want to stop. You hit it again, and again, and again, and again. Your arms started to burn and you kept going, getting your frustrations out.

You started to get tired, but you could also feel the flame of your anger starting to extinguish. Your blows slowed down.

“You wanna tell me what brought this all on?” Dean asked.

“You disabled the cars.”

‘You were angry before you even knew I’d disabled the cars. Go deeper, Y/N.”

“You’re treating me like a child, again.”

“I’ll pay that one slightly, but I don’t think that’s your whole problem.” Every time he argued back, you had a small spurt of energy to keep going on the punching bag.

“I can’t even buy my own bloody clothes or sit on the fucking furniture. I’m useless!”

“I didn’t know there was a global shortage of people available to fulfill our chair-sitting needs,” Dean said with a smirk.

You punched the bag near his face, “Har har.”

You took a few breaths, the next answer not coming with the same anger as before, “I’m the reason you’re not out there hunting things. I’m in the way.”

Dean let go of the punching bag and reached out to your hands. You looked down at the floor until he brought his hand to your chin, gently nudging it until you looked up.

“I know we're called hunters sweetheart, but the only reason we hunt things is to save people.”

“You’re not exactly saving people when I’m in the way, are you?” you said bitterly.

“Are you not a person?”

“You know what I mean, Dean!”

“I know that what you mean is that you are discounting yourself, again. I know that what you mean is that you think you’re not worthy of being saved, worthy of time. But you are, Y/N, you are. I would do everything I have done for you again, in a heartbeat. No regrets.”

You started to cry. He reached out and pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You sobbed into his chest, weeks of emotions seeming to come pouring out.

After a minute or two, he manoeuvred you so that he could reach and take off your boxing gloves, while you stayed against his chest, still crying. It did feel better to have them off. He held you again, sometimes rubbing his hand on your back gently.

Eventually, your sobs settled down. You stood up away from him, wiping your eyes. You could see a wet patch on his shirt. Whoops.

“You feeling better?” Dean asked gently. You nodded. “Good. Next time you’re feeling those big emotions, you come find me and we’ll come here and you can box or even try out any of the other equipment. You don’t have to try to find ways to deal with this alone, ok?” You nodded again.

He put the boxing gloves back on the shelf and turned back you. “And sweetheart?” You looked up at him. “Don’t try and steal my car.”

You laughed.

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skylarmoon71 · 5 months

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 3

“Open your eyes.”

“No, I'm going to die!!”

“Quit being dramatic.”

“I’m not, you’re actually trying to kill me!! I see right through you Kent!!”

Jonathan laughs from below. He seems used to the antics.

When you told Clark about your fear of heights, he said he would be happy to help you get over it. Being the gullible person you were, you accepted it because you assumed you would be starting off somewhere manageable.

Like one story inside a building.

But no.

Clark had told you that it was a surprise. It’s only when he sped out to the freaking windmill that you realize how screwed you were.

“I’ll be in the barn working on the tractor if you need me.” Jonathan calls.

“No Mr. Kent, don't leave me!!”

Your eyes were still tightly shut, so you didn’t see the older man wave as he walked away.

“I swear when we’re on solid ground again I’m going to murder you Clark.”

“Indestructible, remember.”

“Curse you!!”

Through all your complaints, you were still clutching onto his jacket for dear life.

“Open your eyes, I promise you it’s not as scary as you think.”

“That’s easy to say when your body is unbreakable. Us humans have to worry about things like going splat!”

You wave a hand around angrily, and Clark takes your hand softly.

Lowering it.

“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”

Maybe it was the tenderness of his voice that had you convinced. You know Clark would never do anything to hurt you. But fear was rarely ever rational.

Clark gave your hand a little squeeze, and you very cautiously began to open your eyes. Just looking down, you could feel yourself become dizzy. Clark placed his hands on your shoulders, and it felt a little easier. You swallowed, taking in the view from above. The calming feel of the wind on your cheeks was actually not that horrible. The sun seemed just about ready to set, and the glow that shone was beautiful. Slowly but surely, your grip loosened. Clark smiled when that look of fear began to change to awe.

“It’s incredible…”

“I told you.”

“Don’t get cocky. I’m still mad at you. This is extreme. Now I’m ten times more terrified of heights.”

“What! But you just said it was incredible.”

“The view is, not my crippling fear. I was this close to peeing my pants. Now that we’ve established that you’re terrible at helping with fears and phobias, I’d like to get down before I puke out my organs.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“GET ME DOWN!!”

“Okay okay.”

Yes, your adventures with Clark Kent were anything if not invigorating.

It’s strangely nice. Your friendship with Clark is different from others that you’ve had. Then again, you can’t really say you have a lot of alien friends. But it isn’t just that. You feel as though you can tell him anything. Maybe it’s because he’s told you just about everything.

Most of your after school meetings are you asking him questions as you both do homework.

“Can you sneeze tornadoes?”

He makes a face.

‘Really, tornadoes.”

“It’s not a dumb question.”

“I beg to differ.”

“I beg to differ.” You mock.

Clark gives your shoulder a playful shove and you roll onto the floor dramatically.

“I’ve been attacked by a superhuman. Someone help.”

You make playful gurgling noises as you stick your tongue out and turn your head, pretending to be unconscious. Clark just rolls his eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re into teaching because your acting is terrible.”

“Hey! I will have you know I played a very convincing willow tree when I was a toddler.”

“I bet.”

You giggle, moving back to take a seat next to Clark as you continue your studies.

When you begin working quietly, Clark can’t help but glance at you. He always thought that nothing good would come of other people finding out about him. It’s true that you were scared at the beginning, and he understood. Yet here you are, sitting together like you’ve known each other for decades.

“Hey, do you know how to solve this one? It doesn't make sen..”

You’d turn to ask him that question, but he’s already looking your way.

Clark swallows, and his gaze makes you a bit nervous.

“Is everything..okay?” You question.

He nods.

“Yeah. Everything is fine. Which question is it?”

You point to it, and Clark goes through the equation. You’d like to say you were listening, but that moment had you a bit distracted.

The week carries on as usual and you decide to shake off the awkward moment. Clark seems normal, so you don’t think much of it.

Walking into the Talon, you aren’t even surprised to see Chloe and Clark bickering. Lana brings them their drink and it seems she’s gotten caught in the crossfire. You smile.

“What’s the big argument about?”

“Clark here thinks serenading someone is overrated.”

You gasp.

“Chivalry really is dead.”

“That’s what I said!” Chloe defends. You take a seat and Lana smiles.

“I’d be a little embarrassed if someone did that for me in public. But in private, I think I’d like it.” Lana confesses.

You nod.

“I guess I’d feel the same. I always loved watching those cheesy movies where the lead tries to win the girl over with a song. It’s kind of cute.”

Clark looks a bit more attentive. He looks about ready to question further, but you’re interrupted.

“Room for one more?”

It’s Lex.

“Of course, Lex.” Clark replies.

“Can I get you something?”Lana asks. He nods, and Lana moves over to take his order. You don’t miss the way Chloe’s eyes seemed trained on him. Even as he leaves.

“He’s handsome right?” You whisper to her.

She nods.

“So handsome.” She gushes.

“I’m right here.” Clark grumbles. She brushes it off, and you send him a smile.

The atmosphere, these people, it’s nice. There hasn’t been a dull day since you met Clark.

Although your first meeting wasn’t under the best circumstances, you're weirdly grateful.

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melloncreamsoda · 2 years

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Telling the dorm leaders that you’re not going back

TW/CW: none

Extra- sorry this took so long my friend kept dragign me to play fucking roblox with her LMAOOO sorry but i hope u enjoy!!

Leona does not give a damn about it, or at least that's how he acted. Okay? And? Master of repressed emotions; god forbid someone see his vulnerable side. Fortunately, anyone with a trained eye could see the way his eyelids perked up in the slightest, the way his tail came back to life. Every microexpression unintentionally put on display for you to see acted as an opening to his true feelings, or a gateway to endless teasing if you were one for that. You don’t expect him to outright spill his feelings towards your decision, or give you the best hug in all of existence, do you? He wished he could, but let it unfurl out over time– in the end, actions speak louder than words.

Riddle’s heart is about to fly out, to put it lightly. Is there any rule against putting him at risk of a heart attack? He doesn’t remember. Did he hear you right? Are you hearing yourself right now? How could you let a string of absurdities slip out of that pretty mouth of yours? All that’s going through his head is question after question, that he forgot to even express his emotion. Don’t be fooled, however, underneath that mask of frustration is his happiness and excitement solidified into a single brick; there’s no way he is going to be able to show it all now. So take it slow, let him show just how much he treasures your decision day by day. Slip up on one of the Queen of Hearts’ rules; since when did such exist? He’s going to pamper you and make sure you never regret your decision.

Azul is slightly disturbed by your decision. Don’t you have family and friends awaiting your return back in your universe? Well since you're so insistent, who is he to say no? You can see the way that he is more receptive to you and your feelings, he’s finally confident that he’d found someone to love without the fear of them having to leave him in the dark. Expect endless treats from the Mostro Lounge to you, endless gifts and getting spoiled by Azul in general. Only then would his life be complete with you by his side.

Kalim is so beyond excited. Expect nothing less, this boy is going to throw the biggest fucking party of your life. He can't help but pepper your entire face with kisses, pick you up in a hug and run around what seems like the entire premises of the dorm. Big news for kalim = more work for Jamil, so make sure you apologise to him in advance as well. God, is he going to spoil the absolute fuck out of you. Now, you didn't think all the gold was just for show, no?

Vil is somewhat excited, but slightly pissed at your words. You could see the way he furrowed his eyebrows and snapped his head around to look you dead, straight in the eyes. Sure, he is honoured that you decided to stay behind just for him, but how could you ever think of something so irrational? You– a magicless and helpless little human stranded alone in a universe filled to the brim with humans and non-humans, all who possess magic. How is he going to ensure your 100% safety when he departs for an acting or modelling gig? But since you’re this stubborn, he might as well start ensuring your safety now…

Idia is surprised, to say the least. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally let your feelings and rationality fall victim to the wrong person? No way what you’re saying is real…. Once he realises that what you’re saying is, in fact, 100% real and is not just some elaborate prank, he’ll finally learn to calm down. In a sense that he takes things slower and doesn’t rush to shove the player 2 controller down your throat for every new video game that gets released. He finally has this sense of security, similar to Azul, that you won’t be leaving him; or at least any time soon.

Malleus can't help but let a little laugh slip out of his mouth. Not because you’re being stupid or anything, just that it’s amazing how love knows no boundaries, right? Who knew that a measly human could make his heart flutter, and stomach twist and turn in such ways he never came across in his seemingly endless years of living. However, somewhere tucked into a dark corner of his heart, he is so angry at himself for feeling the way he did. Your lifespan was so limited and put up to his, could barely even form an integer. But that's for him to worry about later, he’ll just enjoy what the universe has to offer him for now.

For @moon-cakiie ♡

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crazybigredlove · 1 year

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13th September 2013

Dear Pete,

It's official. Christopher has snapped. I have broken him like I break all men.

He is such a drama queen. Returns home from a long shift at the hospital and launches straight into an aggressive attack on me.

"You're moping again," he says, flopping down beside me on the bed.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are. You have been since yesterday. What happened? Which of those men you like to let ruin your life contacted you and sent you into a spiral this time?"

"Are you really going to be a jerk for no reason?"

"It's 5pm, Liv. You're on leave from work and you're lying on your bed, staring at a wall."

There is a tension developing in my shoulders that I am struggling to prevent. "Can you back off? Just a little?" There's a snarl on my lips but I refuse to hide it.

"Why did I say something real or are you still in denial?"

Tension spreads along the length of my spine, along both arms, and right down my legs. Tears form behind my eyes in that way they do when I'm about to lose control, but I don't take a breath to calm myself.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Somehow he stays calm despite the crazy lady screaming at him.

"You're obsessing over a guy who doesn't even like you. Look at you. You begged him to stay. You told him how you feel. You told him that all you wanted was to make him happy. Yet when he told you he could see a future with you he still went off with someone else. Did it ever occur to you that he was lying about every single word? That he never meant even a second of it? Not a single syllable? So will you please stop moping around the house like the world is ending just because some deadshit doesn't want to be with you?"

Rather than walk away, I felt all the frustration of the last few months bubbling away, read to boiling over.

"I never even mentioned Big Red. You're the one who has decided I'm upset about him. How dare you! You move into my apartment without asking. You take over half of my space without so much as a simple please, and now you're standing in front of me telling me that I'm living my life wrong? You know what?" Calmed down at this point and spoke like rational woman in control. "Maybe Big Red doesn't love me. Maybe he never will. And maybe you're right in that every word he ever said was a lie. But you know what keeps me going after men do horrible things to me? The idea that they aren't all going to be like that. That eventually I'll meet someone who is worth my time. If I make a few mistakes getting to that person, then so be it. I won't apologise for taking risks."

"And convincing yourself he cares about you?" His voice is still calm and he looks at me with such sadness that I wonder what it really is we're fighting about.

"What? I haven't. I know he doesn't give a shit about me." I grip my face in my hands. "But I need something to believe in. To make me feel like there is a point to this; that not all men are jerks. There has to be a reason that the universe is putting me through this other than it being a lesson I need to learn for no good reason. I would really like to think that maybe I'm not going to be alone forever, that there is a slight chance I'm not the girl that all the guys want to fuck but no one wants to be with. No one ever wants to be with me, Chris. They want to have sex with me, but they don't want to know what my favourite colour is or what really makes me laugh. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to be that girl? That girl who you call up when you want to eat pizza on the couch and slob around, but not that girl you want to take out to dinner or show off to your mates. Do you have any idea at all how painful it is to be me and at thirty-one years of age have to accept that you're probably going to die alone because no one ever wants more than friendship or sex? So yeah, I fucked up with Big Red and it probably won't be my last mistake, but I am trying. I am trying to finally get this right."

Taking a seat, Christopher rubs at his temples. Folding his hands together he looks up at me; so sad. "I don't know, Liv. I'm sorry you feel that way, I am, but I don't want you to go out there with this blind faith that he's coming back, and then bump into him a few months down the track and he's blissfully happy, she's pregnant, and you're there all alone. The other night you made me watch that stupid movie. My Best Friend's Wedding. The gay guy asks her that question. He asks her who is chasing her. I'm asking you, Liv. Who is chasing you? Every night you write a letter to a man who never replies. You keep having dinner with some other prick who only has time for you when he doesn't have a better offer, and who let his mates publicly humiliate you. You spend your days holding onto a hope that some guy you spent one weekend with will realise that weekend meant so much more than one weekend. But you're here. Each night. Sitting with me on the couch. Seriously, what the fuck are you doing?"

That was the point when the damn of tears erupted and I collapsed down beside him on the bed. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tight for the longest time.

All I did was cry until he kissed me. He kissed me for even longer than he'd held me.

We're still lying on my bed but he's fallen asleep now. He's wrapped around me as I type this and I wonder what is happening here. Why did he get so upset with me? Why does he put up with my outbursts? Why does he hate them all so much but continue to kiss me like they do?

I see clearly why the world might think I'm insane, and I know that Big Red and I was nothing. It was only a weekend, but it was a weekend that I needed in order to convince myself that I wouldn't be alone forever.

As for The Czech, I don't know. I don't know what he is.

So I'll keep lying here with Chris until he stirs. Then I'll send him down the hallway to his room, and I'll keep lying on my side of the bed and saving the other side for whomever might come along and actually want it permanently.

I can promise you that I will never apologise for believing in true love. Or that people can change. Or that sometimes people get lost on their path. I'm a hopeless romantic, the very worst kind, and I will not apologise for that.

But, Pete, it'd be nice if you could come home now. This game has gone on long enough and I'm tired. I need a friend who knows me better than I know myself. I need to believe that not all men leave. The nicest thing that any man has said to me in years was tonight when Christopher was falling asleep and under his breath he mumbled, "It's blue. Your favourite colour is blue. It's why you chase all those blue-eyed men continuously."

How can those few words be the highlight of my life up till now? How can he really be the only man who ever cared enough to notice?

Liv x

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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hello!! could i ask for a request where dream used to be a top but his ego has gotten up too high and the reader is tired of him being a bitch and decides to turn into the bitch? so it’s like sub!dream x dom!dream. i don’t really have ideas of what could happen, maybe dream won lost a manhunt and is pretty mad and yeahhh :) thank you already!

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Title: Poor Baby

Warnings: NSFW !Minor's steer clear, coarse language, praising, teasing, degrading, bit of humiliation, nipple play, fingering, anal play, begging, idk if there should be more.

Pairing: Sub! Dream X Dom! Reader

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia,

Synopsis: Dream tries to dominate you but you've had enough so you toy with Dream.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: tbh i was rlly confused so i hope this is somewhat what u wanted <3

- if it doesn't make sense like halfway thru the story then I'm rlly sorry, I wrote half of it one time and half of it another time (and I don't rlly reread or edit my work)

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Dream storms into the room looking angry, his hands have been balled into fists and you can tell that he's not thinking rationally "Dear- what's wrong? What happened, baby?" you tried to calm him down but he completely dismissed you "Take off your clothes." he ordered "excuse me?" you were taken back "come on- please just take off your clothes,, manhunt made angry.." Dream grumbled.

"Baby, just calm down.. Rest" you pulled him down onto the bed gently "Sweetheart, don't you want my cock?" Dream grabs your chin and looks into your eyes "of course I do-" he stops you right there "Then why're you being difficult?" he caresses your cheek, "Well I just feel like you're acting like a serious bitch right now" you confessed bluntly.

"Me? A bitch?" Dream groaned at your words, his hands reaching out to touch you but you stand up from the bed "Yeah. A really big bitch. So why don't you just calm down and rest, okay?" you put your hands on your hips and looked down at him "You don't give the orders okay? I give them! I'm the dominant one here!" Dream exclaimed "Then maybe I should be." you shut him down.

"What? You? Dom me? I don't think so" Dream chuckled to himself, "You think it's so funny now but wait I'm making you dizzy and seeing stars from how good I can make you feel.." you warned him "How do you expect to get me to be submissive for you?" Dream growled "Watch me." you responded as you then approached him.

You straddled his knee and crawled onto his lap, your hands moving to his chest "This is all you've got?" Dream rolled his eyes "Of course not, this isn't even close to the beginning" you leaned down to kiss his neck. You turned your head to the side and began suckling roughly on his skin, biting gently every few seconds "Ah- Yeah, keep doing that, doll." Dream tried to make it seem like he was in control but his words only affirmed your new dominant position.

"Yeah? You like it when I suck on your neck? I bet you'll like it a lot when I suck your cock too.." you tease him, your hands feeling up his chest and groping the man. "Don't tease me, or I'll punish you" Dream tried to sound scary "Punish me? But I'm being so kind, dominating you when you're clearly not fit to be on top.." you decided to bully him a little bit with some degrading words.

"Huh? What? What're you saying.." Dream started to get real riled up, his face starting to glow a bright red "What? Is my Dream angry with me?" you acted coy, kissing his jaw and pouting "Sorry Dream, I know how sensitive you are.." you teased him further "Don't make me flip you over and ram you- I will do it!" he threatened "Oh I bet you will.." your voice was condescending.

Your hands slid Dream's shirt off his body, revealing his tense muscles "Oh wow.. You look so pretty, all of this for me darling?" you cooed "Don't talk like that, I'm not you're little sub!" Dream shouted "Of course not, you're just someone who's below me and is acting quite submissive..." you pointed out. Your hands were cold, finger tips colder, pinching Dream's nipples to get a reaction out of him.

"H-uhgh..." Dream let out a small noise, his erection growing in his pants until it became a raging boner. "Aw you like when I play with your nipples? That's adorable.." you tease him as you continue to toy and play with his soft buds "n-no!" he was surely embarrassed, probably feeling humiliated. "Stop it- You're humiliating me!" Dream complained "Oh am I? You want me to stop? Then beg me, slut."

Dream went quiet and he froze up a little bit, clearly not expecting you to talk to him like that "Speak Darling, or are you too dumb?" you teased him. Dream gulped nervously and glanced up to meet your gaze "Please stop teasing me- please!" he gasped. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" you leaned over him.

Dream shuddered slightly "I want you to touch me properly!" he spoke up "What's the magic word?" you placed your hands on your hips, clearly enjoying the sudden change in superiority. "P-Please.. Please touch me, Please.." Dream groaned softly, you almost felt bad from the way he was begging you. Almost.

You looked down at him, his cock twitched in his pants, growing harder against the tight fabric "It hurt's so bad.. Please help me.." Dream hugged you and hung his head on your shoulder. "Okay baby, I'll help you.." you unzipped his pants just a bit so you could slip your hand in to palm him gently.

"Ah- I need more.. Please.." Dream bucked his hips up against your hand, desperately trying to grind against you but to no avail. "Be patient darling" you hushed him up and pulled his penis out, stroking his length gently. You admired the way it throbbed in your hand, twitching slightly as Dream rolled his head back and groaned "You're not usually this vocal, something change?" you smirked at him.

"That feels so good, so good.." Dream rolled his hips against you, legs closing together to give him a little more friction "Uh uh- open up." you slapped his thigh which made him open them back up reluctantly. You wanted to give in and let Dream fuck your insides but you fought the urges, today you were going to fuck him instead.

You took off his pants finally, letting the blonde boy relax more. "I'm gonna try something new with you, alright?" you didn't give Dream much time to answer as your hand dipped down between his legs, one of your fingers thrusting into his tight hole. "Ah! I- I've never touched there before!" Dream was feeling a little bit shy clearly.

"Your walls are sucking my fingers in so well, oh my god.. I should definitely buy a dildo or something for you.." you thought out loud to yourself. Dream quivered underneath you, his hole clenching around your finger at the thought of you fucking him with a toy. "M- More.." he was definitely feeling ashamed, his head turned away to face the wall.

You gave him what he wanted and stuck a second finger inside, curling them gently to press against his prostate. Dream squealed and covered his mouth to hide his lewd noises "Hands off." you instructed "But-" he protested "But nothing, hands off yourself or I'll stop touching you" you argued. Dream swallowed his pride and removed his hands, letting out a loud sound when your fingers thrusted deeper inside of him.

"Do you like this?" you asked "Of course- It feels so sO good!" Dream cried out "You like it more than when I play with your penis?" you questioned, Dream nodded and bit on his lip to keep quiet "So.. You'd let me do this again sometime?" you were starting to feel really excited "W-Whenever you want!!" Dream was now completely your bitch.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum, it feels sO weird!" Dream babbled on and on "Nuh uh- not unless you say you're my bitch." you wanted desperately to hear him say those little words "What??" you slowed down your pace and started to gently remove your fingers "No- No! I-I'm your bitch! I said it! I'm your bitch! Now please let me cum!" he bawled.

"Good boy.." You sped it up, not giving any mercy to his ass as you finger fucked him. "AH! I'm cumming! FUCK!" he arched his back, walls convulsing around your fingers as his hot white liquid spat out of his cock and ran down his legs. "Dirty slut, go clean yourself up" you snickered down at him before pulling your fingers out of his ass and leaving the bedroom.

You're not a monster so you obviously won't just be leaving him there, although it's not like you're gonna help him much. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to hand it to him, he weakly reached out to grab the bottle but dropped it "Don't tell me.. Does my little slut need help drinking from a bottle? Pathetic.." you spat at him before drinking some of the water.

You grabbed his chin and opened it gently, spitting your water into his mouth for him to swallow. Dream gulped it down and flushed a deep red, "Thank you.." he thanked you and was flustered. "No problem, I love you baby." you kissed his cheek "I love you too, thank you for taking care of me today.. I think I liked it better when you were in charge.." Dream admitted "I was thinking the same thing, sweetheart" you smiled at him.

#dream smp x reader smut #dreamsmp smut #dsmp smut #dream smut #dream smp smut #dreamwastaken smut #c!dream smut #Dream x reader smut #Dreamwastaken x reader smut #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut

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luvyanfei · 3 years

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how they comfort you when you’re sad

ft. diluc, kaeya, venti, childe, zhongli, albedo, & xiao non-requested piece

diluc ragnvindr.

as stoic as diluc may be, he’s the most emotionally affected by your misery out of the others listed here, but he’s clueless in how to help. he’s not adept in everything despite being known for being a perfectionist and unfortunately, comforting you is one of them. he would reach out a hand to you, and then pull it back to his side before you notice. it annoys him greatly how he can insult the knights without hesitation and combat against his enemies confidently, and yet...

it’s easy to get diluc flustered over the simpler things in life. you’re usually so happy and lively, the light to his dark that he finds it almost eerie to see you looking depressed as you enter the tavern. you don’t even spare him a glance, and slumps down at an empty seat, your head splayed down on the table. out of concern for your wellbeing, the winery owner whips up your favourite drink free of charge and delivers it himself to your spot. instead of leaving you as one would expect, he pulls up a chair and taps the wooden surface of the table with his gloved fingers, stirring you to look up at him. he greets you in a monotone voice unintentionally, and shyly asks if there are any problems going on in your life. he may not look like it, with how distant he is, but diluc would be very pleased to help you.

with hesitation, you take the drink and start taking small sips from the cup. the savory taste melts on your tongue and your lips quiver slightly. before you know it, you’re reduced into a sobbing mess, your tears staining the floor. “what’s wrong?” dismayed, diluc rises up and pats your back, handing you a handkerchief from his jacket pocket for you to wipe your tears away with.

he ushers you into a private room where nobody can see you and rubs your hands together. he doesn’t talk, instead fixating on calming you down. dabbing at your swollen eyes and cheeks gently with a drenched towel, diluc cradles your face and leans in close to you, your foreheads touching. “i’m here, [name],” his voice is soft and delicate, a sharp contrast to his formal and uninterested tone, “i will always be here for you, so you don’t need to worry about suffering alone. we’ll get through this together, alright?”

kaeya alberich.

he’ll take you to the tavern with him for a nice drink. it won’t do you any good to be by yourself and moping, right? as hypocritical as it may seem, kaeya is fully accepting of you coming to him for emotional support despite being rather closed-off when it comes to his personal emotions. if you’re underage, he’ll purchase you a soft drink or juice, and if not, a glass of wine will surely boost your spirits up. his attempt to cheer you up is to temporarily distract you from it. quite clever of him, no? of course, his objective isn’t for you to ignore your problems altogether, but to take your mind off of it until you can think a bit clearly.

kaeya will act like a gentleman the whole time, letting a few teasing remarks slip out every now and then, but his attitude is toned down for the most part. after you consumed a plentiful amount of beverages, he takes a stroll with you in the night, passing by a bard stringing music on their lyre. this gives the cavalry captain an idea and he takes you into a secluded area, fireflies glowing to add a touch of whimsy to the scenario. still gripping your hand, he raises it up to kiss the surface and proposes you to join him in for a dance under the moonlight and stars.

kaeya looks at you with a brimming grin. “are you feeling better now?” you nod, placing a hand on his open palm.

“now that you’re here, yes, i am.” his smile broadens and cups your cheek with his free hand. the tip of his thumb lightly grazes your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. the kiss is passionate and savory, a description that fits your relationship perfectly.

“i’m glad you do,” he pulls back and breathes out a sigh of relief. “it’s the same with me. i admit, i also enjoy your company very much.”

venti.

it’s best to let your emotions run loose. don’t bottle it up, okay? if you need to cry, then cry. sure, venti may act all carefree and exuberant, but even he has his serious sides from time to time. he takes the situation rather calmly, pulling you into a comforting embrace and rubbing your back as you tearfully sob. when he feels that you’re muscles have slowly relaxed and your cries have been reduced to tiny sniffles, he transitions out of the hug and places his hands on your shoulder, all with an angelic smile on his face. see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?

if you’re up for it, venti will be happy to play you a quiet melody carried in the night breeze. he’ll position your head to lean on his shoulder as both of you sit down on the ground and he clears his throat before he begins singing. the stringing of the lyre, the gentle rustle of the leaves in the background, and the soothing sound of his voice automatically brings a smile to your lips. snuggling closer to him, you drift in a state of contentment and serenity. once the bard catches wind of your heavy breathing, your eyes fluttered closed, he stops his singing and presses a dainty kiss to your forehead.

carefully, so he doesn’t disturb your slumber, venti carries you back to your resident and tucks you into bed. as he’s about to head off, you snag him by the wrist, and tug him back to your side. “please don’t go yet, venti.” he pats the hand imprisoning his wrist and chuckles in amusement.

“don’t worry. i don’t plan on ever doing something like that.” he crawls into bed with you, tangling your legs together and hooking his arms around your waist. the tip of his nose grazes your hair faintly as your back is pressed against his chest. “not now, and not ever.”

childe.

he’s the eleventh harbinger, yes, but beneath his fearsome title and mischievous demeanor, childe is a regular human with an affable heart. it hurts him seeing you look dejected, as if you’re on the brink of suffocating from insufferable pain. it’s like your emotions are a type of infection, contagious to say the least. if you’re happy, then he’s happy. if you’re sad, then you’ll bet he’s also going to drop his jovial gleam. luckily, growing up with siblings gives him an advantage here. he’s used to taking care of others and turning their frowns upside down.

if he finds out someone has been upsetting you, he’ll personally deal with them himself, ordering them to apologize lest they want to face his wrath. if you’re having financial difficulties, he’ll lend you a generous amount of mora so you can clear your debts or help you find a well-paying job. either way, he’ll cradle you in his arms and compliment you for being strong, no matter what life throws at you. life’s hard, but that’s all the more reason why you should keep marching forward - hand in hand with childe.

“shh, [name], it’s okay. don’t cry.” childe kneels before you and wipes away a salty tear. grabbing a teddy bear abandoned on the ground, he shoves it in front of your face. to your sudden bewilderment, he grabs the bear’s arm to pat you on the head and grins. “there, there. mr. teddy is here to make you happy once more.”

you sputter out a giggle despite tears still leaking from your eyes. “childe, i’m not a little kid anymore. cut it out!” he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks when you pout cutely at him.

“fine, fine. i’ll stop, but hey! at least you’re smiling again, right?” you roll your eyes and sniff.

“yeah, i’m feeling a little better. thank you.”

your comment forms a blush to dust his cheeks and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head. “there’s no need for gratitude. to me, your smile is the one thing i’d hate to lose.”

zhongli.

feeling sad? his arms are already wide open and a box of tissues is conveniently laid on the table. zhongli is the wave that laps up your sorrows and tears, the lulling sound of his voice uttering words of reassurance like a tranquil melody to set your heart at ease. he’s the type who will lend a shoulder for you to cry on. while he brews up a nice cup of tea to soothe your mind, he encourages you gently to tell him whatever it is that’s bothering you. he soaks up every syllable that falls from your lips like a sponge and in a pensive state, he gives you advice in turn.

you take his words to heart, since everything he’s said before have always been genuine and your trust in him runs deeper than the bottom of the sea. sure, maybe not everything he says is the answer that will cause your problems disappear, but he does guide you to choose rationally how you want to approach it. as much as zhongli would like to solve everything for you, he’s aware that there are times where only you have the potential to fix the issue.

the golden ginkgo leaves twirl in the autumn breeze, as zhongli clasps his hands with yours. you adjust the scarf around your neck, shivering from the mild chill settling in liyue.

you stare grimly at the seagulls soaring in the cloudy sky, and peers down at your feet planted firmly on the ground. a frown tugs on your lips and you sigh. a warm hand caresses your cheek and you look towards zhongli smiling gently in your direction. wiping away the tears that are beginning to moist your eyes, he encages you in a comforting hug.

“don’t hold it in,” zhongli whispers soothingly in your ear, “you’re allowed to cry if you want. i promise you, there’s no judgement.”

albedo.

it’s like he has a sixth sense. you could have been crying in your sleep last night and the first thing you wake up to is all your favourite meals placed rigorously on a sliver tray and a positive message with cursive, neat handwriting scribbled on a notepad for you to read. albedo is rather considerate, like that. before you started to live together and entered a more domestic relationship, he visited your home and asked if anything was wrong in a neutral tone that belied his concern. you were shocked how he could have possibly known since you were sure you concealed the visible evidences skillfully with makeup, and you looked quite normal for the most part, as if you hadn’t been crying mere seconds before he knocked on your door.

he shrugs indifferently and responds that he just has a feeling something’s bothering you. albedo will take a day off from his confinement in his lab so he can stay with you. he takes you by the hand and gestures for you to sit down on a nearby chair beside him, offering you delectable appetites to eat while you rant to him. once you’re finished spilling out your problems, he kisses you on the forehead and tells you that you did a good job. it isn’t easy to admit you’re not mentally well, in which he praises you for.

hugging your legs to your chest, you quietly ask him if it’s not a bother. firmly, albedo shakes his head and squeezes your hand reassuringly. “no, you’re never a bother.” he scoops up a spoonful of ice cream and feeds you the cool dessert. once you swallow, his lips curve into a little smirk as he wipes away the excess on the side of your mouth with a finger and licks the cream off with his tongue.

“whether you’re happy, sad, or disappointed, my love for you will never change.”

xiao.

he’s not very good at handling these types of situations. xiao can never know what he’s supposed to say or do to make you feel better, so he just stands there awkwardly. please don’t blame him! he’s already terrible at consoling himself that having to cheer someone else up seems more like an impossible challenge than a simple task. however, like albedo, he can also sense if you’re depressed or in need of saving. what do you mortals call it, an instinct?

he asks verr for advice on what to do to help, and she suggests for him to stick by your side and show that he cares deeply about you. it takes xiao a while to come up with a suitable plan. he wanders up to the highest floor of wangshu inn and reminisces over the past. your first meeting with him, the time when you gave him almond tofu, and when you both fought together to protect liyue - he’s memorized it all down to the last detail. suddenly, an idea clicks into place and he teleports immediately to where you are. sitting on a bench alone, while you absentmindedly watch the birds peck at the crumbs scattered on the cement floor, it takes you by surprise when you find xiao hovering above you. he reaches out his hand and composedly asks if you would be willing to accompany him for the night.

when you encounter him at the location where you agreed to meet, you curiously question xiao what he wants to do, but he doesn’t reply. instead, he scoops you up in his arms, a surprised expression on your face as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t end up falling. before you know it, both of you are... soaring in the air? your eyes subconsciously drift to his vision glowing brightly in the murky night. so he’s using his anemo abilities to create wind currents and literally sweep you off your feet.

“do you see this place?” he gestures with his head for you to look at liyue harbor. the city lights glow in the darkness and most people are walking back home, idly chatting with each other and giggling. “it wouldn’t be as peaceful as it is now if it weren’t for you. so if you ever feel sad again, know that it’s you who puts a smile on everyone’s faces - including mine.”

and with that, xiao smiles serenely at you, to which you finally offer a grin of your own.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #xiao #albedo #albedo x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #venti #venti x reader #childe x reader #childe #diluc #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Love Just Isn’t Enough

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A relationship crumbles.

Warnings: A few curse words. Definitely no happy ending.

Note: This is what one of my good friends calls angst angst angst. I apologize for this one in advance.

Masterlist

“So you and Romanoff, huh?” Tony asks you. You’re sitting on the common room couch playing on your phone.

“Yep. Got a problem with that, Stark?” You ask him, raising your brow just like Natasha often does.

“No. Definitely not. As long as you two are good to each other, I’m in full support,” he rushes out quickly.

“That’s good to know,” you say a bit sarcastically.

“But there is one thing,” Tony hesitantly continues.

“I’m listening,” you reply and put your phone down at his serious tone.

“Have you considered how this relationship could cause problems out in the field?” He asks you.

“How do you mean? Nothing has changed with who either of us are. I’ll be fine taking orders from her. Just as before,” you immediately go on the defensive.

“No, I don’t mean a problem with you. I mean with her,” he explains.

“What? Natasha is the best there is, Tony. You know that,” you say. Defending Natasha wasn’t something you expected to be doing today.

“Yes, but I also know that Nat would do anything to protect the people she loves,” Tony says and you look at him with a furrowed brow.

“Nat would protect anyone who needs protecting. It doesn’t make a difference that she’s dating me,” you rationalize. But there’s a deep feeling in your gut that maybe your relationship could cause problems with the team. And that’s not what you want to happen.

“What I’m saying is that she makes judgment calls out there and if there is any way you’re in danger she could make a bad call just to try to save you,” he says directly.

“She’ll be professional. She always is. We’ve been together for months and none of you noticed,” you say to him, but more to yourself honestly. You know Natasha wouldn’t jeopardize the team for you, right?

“I’m not saying that Natasha won’t be professional if she can be, y/n. But you have to think about what might happen, when inevitably, Nat’s judgment gets blurred by your relationship. She would stop at nothing to protect you. And it could cause problems for the success of the team,” he says.

Your heart drops at more realization that Tony may be right. What if Nat does make a bad call and it’s all your fault?

“What are you saying, Tony? I shouldn’t be with her for the good of the team?” You ask him. Your anxiety has picked up a lot now. There’s a sinking feeling in your chest.

“I want you both to be happy. I do. It’s just maybe you have to consider how delicate the situation can become if things go badly out there,” Tony finishes. He wasn’t being unkind, and you had a feeling other members of the team had asked him to talk to you after they found out about you and Nat.

“Alright, Tony. I’ll consider it,” you tell him.

Tony’s words linger in your mind as you lay down in bed that night with Natasha next to you.

“You good, baby? You’ve been kind of quiet tonight,” Natasha asks you as she leans down to kiss your cheek. Her voice is laced with concern.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just tired is all,” you reply. You know it’s not a convincing explanation but you don’t care. You don’t like talking when you are super anxious as you are now.

“It seems like more than that. It’s okay you can talk to me, y/n,” she says gently, but it puts you over the edge.

“Jesus Nat! I said I’m fine!” You shout at her. She raises her hands in mock surrender.

“Fine. You’re fine. Sorry for asking,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t be sorry, Nat. Just back off,” you say angrily, rolling over in bed to face away from her.

“Back off? What the hell is your problem? You’ve never spoken to me like this,” Natasha says, but still with a calm tone.

“Just leave me alone, Natasha. Please,” you grunt into the pillow.

“Okay. But this is my room so you can leave if you want to but I’m staying right here,” Natasha says firmly. Her arms no doubt crossing at her chest in defiance.

You grumble at her and get up to go to your bedroom. She watches you leave and her heart feels heavy. It’s your first fight and she doesn’t even know what has you so upset.

It’s the next afternoon before she even tries to speak to you again. You didn’t show up for morning training, so she took it as a sign that you weren’t ready to talk. But when she sees you in the common room with Wanda watching sitcoms, she decides to break the ice with you.

“Hey can we talk?” She asks you and you reluctantly nod. You’re still worried about what Tony said yesterday and about how you treated Nat last night. You hadn’t really meant to take it out on her.

You both sit on the end of her bed. Neither of you knowing how to start the conversation. She stands up abruptly and begins to speak.

“Okay. I’ll go first. And let me say this, if you want to yell at me again then I won’t stand here and listen, okay? I want to have a conversation. Not a fight,” Nat says directly. It almost intimidates you how she says the words.

“That’s fair. I didn’t mean to yell at you last night,” you say. Your tone still a bit withdrawn despite you wanting to make amends with her.

“I figured as much. You seemed really upset. I was just worried about you,” Natasha tells you.

“I know that. And really, I’m sorry. It’s just Tony said something about us and it was really bothering me,” you explain. Her face gets red with anger at the mention of Stark.

“Tony? Oh, that bastard. What did he say?” She bites out.

“No, Nat don’t be mad at him. He sort of had a point,” you say the last sentence quietly. Scared to admit it to Natasha.

“And what was that point?” She asks. Her gaze is locked on yours, waiting for your response.

“He said that your judgment might be clouded now that we’re together and that could cause problems with the team,” you say quickly.

“What? No it won’t. I won’t let it,” she defends.

“You can’t possibly know that, Nat. If it came down to it, wouldn’t you make a call that had collateral damage to the team if it meant saving me from danger?” You stand up now, reaching for her hand.

“Well yeah, I guess so. But that doesn’t mean this relationship is a mistake,” she pulls back from you and you stagger backwards towards the bed again.

“I didn’t say that. I’m just scared. I can’t be the cause of the team facing any kind of problem,” you say. Your anxious nature always makes you avoid being the reason anyone is inconvenienced. And Nat knows that.

“Hey, you won’t be. You won’t be. It won’t happen,” she says a bit softer now.

“Yes it will. Can’t you see that? It’s inevitable, Nat,” you feel yourself getting more upset.

“So what you just want to call this? One thing to worry about and you just give up?” Natasha says. Her hands gesture dramatically in the air.

“I’m not giving up. I don’t want this to be over. I just- I want your word that you won’t put my safety over anyone else’s on the team,” you say and stand again.

“I can’t promise you that,” she shakes her head.

“Please, Nat,” you beg her.

“No, not when I love you!” She shouts out.

“You what?” You’re taken aback. It’s the first time she’s said that to you.

“I love you, y/n. I love you. So no I can’t promise you that I won’t always make sure you’re okay,” she says. Her eyes serious.

“Natasha, I love you too,” the shimmer in eye that arrives as you confess your love dissipates as soon as the next word leaves your mouth. “But-“

“But?” She asks incredulously.

“But we can’t do this and keep things the same with the team. We just can’t,” you say with finality.

“So that’s it? Love just isn’t enough?” Natasha asks.

“I guess so, yeah. I’m sorry, Nat,” you say sadly.

“No. You’re not. You’re not sorry. You wouldn’t be sorry if you would just fucking be with me. Is it that hard to be with me?” She’s angry now. And raises her tone a bit.

“Absolutely not. No. You’re amazing. And that’s why I have to let you go, Nat. We have to do this for the team,” you say.

“Oh, fuck the team!” She yells, pacing the floor of the room.

“I’m so-“ you begin, but she puts her hand up to stop you.

“Don’t even say it, y/n. Not when you don’t mean it. I think you should leave,” she says. Her jaw is clenched and her eyes are an abyss of fury now.

“But Nat I-“ you try, but she interrupts you again.

“No. You ended this. You have to leave now,” her tone is cold and withdrawn.

You leave her room with your head hanging low. And when she closes the door behind you, you sink down to the ground and break into sobs. On the other side, Natasha breaks down too. There’s so much love for both of you waiting just behind the door, but you just aren’t brave enough to open it.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #black widow

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svnarintaro · 4 years

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hi! could u pls write how kuroo,bokuto,semi and oikawa would react to going to the beach with their gf and teammates and getting jealous when everyone’s staring at her in bikini?💖

kuroo, bokuto, semi and oikawa getting jealous at the beach

a/n: i wrote this on the way home from my camping trip :( it was so much fun !

kuroo tetsuro

- he is a 'look don't touch' kinda' guy

- like he is eating up how good you look in swimwear

- like it takes a lot for you to make him jealous cause i feel like he really trusts you

- he may have patience of steel with strangers looking at you but if the team of nekoma comes he is keeping an eye out

- he just gets super clingy and his hands tend to wander

- when it comes down to it he will just pick you up over his shoulder and walk away

- he is just super assertive but he will show off that you belong to him

kuroo was just plain annoyed. it takes a lot for him to get annoyed but whatever his team was doing, they were doing a wonderful job pissing him off. "tetsu~ you won't have fun if you just sit there doing nothing.." you pleaded as you tried to pry your boyfriend off his towel. you looked absolutely stunning to him, he loved how the swimsuit made you look even more perfect than you already were but the thing that made him mad was not only were strangers staring at you but his teammates were too.

"kitten can you see i'm having fun here? i'm having tons of fun hanging around the millions of sand grains up my butt crack." he joked around to try and make you happy, but lev came up behind you and asked you if you wanted to go swimming with him and yamamoto. through the process their eyes were busy taking in how your body looked, how the swimsuit showed some of your best assets. the feeling of his own teammates were checking out his girlfriend so he did what he thought was necessary, he picked you up and walked towards to the concession.

"kuroo! let me down now!" you screamed as kuroo hummed a little tune to pretend to not notice you yelling at him to put you back on the ground. "man the weather is kinda beautiful, don't you think kitten?" kuroo played around with his words and let you down when your feet finally met the ground you had a massive frown on your face. "listen kitten i am doing what any jealous boyfriend would do when they have eyes on their precious girlfriend." you were hooked on one word, "wait your jealous?!" "yeah and what about it kitten you got a problem 'bout that cause we can handle that issue right here right now."

bokuto koutaro

- he doesn't really get jealous

- he gets protective

- like he will just hug you and cover your front side as he gets a towel to cover your back

- like he won't even notice which is the cutest part

- he like puffing his chest a little like a little bird when he wants you your attention

- please let his head when he wants your attention he just has the same smile he has when he spikes a ball

- he just has a pout to guilt trip people into stopping

you put on a cute bathing suit underneath some regular clothing to the annual fukurodani beach outing that bokuto would never stop talking about. you finally got a breath of fresh air when you arrived to the beach, when bokuto faw you he ran up to you and pointed out his lovely swim trunks which had flamingos on them, "me and akaashi found them at the mall and i got them to show you!" he bounced up and down with the endless amount of energy he had.

you squealed in the inside, "bokuto is just too cute' you thought as you watched him run off tot he bathroom. once you got your towel on the sand and sandals off you took off your hoodie and shorts to reveal the swimsuit you got. konoha just widened his eyes and dropped a ball as he turned to ask you you brought any snacks. bokuto was still in the bathroom, "konoha are you okay?" you asked as you tried to think of why konoha has a blush on his face. "suit. cute. you. hehe.." he tried to speak but he malfunctioned.

bokuto noticed his team mate staring so he did the only rational thing he could think of; he came up to you and hugged you. with his broad chest in your face you looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and a pout on his face. you sighed and brought your hands to his neck, "thank you kou, you're like my hero," you laughed out a bit and smiled. bokuto's chest puffed up a little as a sign of pride and he tightened his grip and held you for while.

semi eita

- pretty boy is mad

- like pissed

- not at you but at everyone

- he is calm but i feel like he is a person fully cuddle with you to bring the message that you're taken

- jealousy is something that semi feels cause he really feels like he will lose you

- the only thing that will turn this around will be a kiss

- like on the cheek or lips take your pick

- maybe a jealous make out session if he really is mad ;)

tendou was really getting bored, he tried to play a prank on ushijima and that didn't work. shirabu was away cause he had a cold so he did the only thing he had in mind, get semi mad. you were brought along cause you were the manager of the team but you were also dating semi, so tendou skipped along the sand trying not to kick it in anyone's direction but he got to you. you were standing around the umbrella helping make some food. tendou has this little smirk as he eyed semi.

"y/n~ has anyone told you absolutely tantalizing you look in that bathing suit of yours?" tendou started his line of compliments that were bound to make semi mad. "awe thank you tendou.. um? your shorts look pretty nice to me." you smiled as you questioned his words, you knew something was up but you didn't know wether he was pranking you or someone else. "i'm serious~ semi is one lucky person to have someone who looks like yo-" then you felt arms sneak around your waist and a head resting on your shoulder.

"ouu hi hi semi semi!" tendou waved to the mad boy leaning on you. a huff escaped his mouth as semi asked if you could be excused cause he had an issue that involved you, and proceeded to drag you away from tendou and behind a large tree. "so semi wha-" that was when you felt a pair of lips pressed against yours, you could feel the jealousy seeping through him so you returned the kiss but semi wanted more, he picked up one of your legs and pressed you against the tree and grabbed the other leg. he started to nibble on the bottom lip leaving you breathless and both of your lips pink. "hey there my jealous boyfriend that i love so much~" you teased as semi pressed another kiss onto your lips and you felt him smile a little bit knowing that you were all his.

oikawa tooru

- super whiney about it

- demands that you wear a jacket

- he throws a tantrum like a child

- like he will pout until he gets what he wants

- will make grabby hands at you whenever he is in your field vision

- always approach a jealous oikawa with a hug or he will be the prettiest little jerk

- he wants you to know that he loves you and wants you to love him back just as much as he loves you

all day the seijoh team was trying to calm oikawa down, he was playing volleyball like a madman and spiking the ball with all of his might. the reason was because you were talking to another boy while you were setting up the table where you brought an assortment of fruits for the team. "oikawa can you calm down a bit? even mad dog is getting a little scared.." makki quietly asked the captain who was pissed out of his mind. you were his and only his, and he hates when people let their eyes wander all over you especially when you are wearing a bathing suit like that.

when the game was over with oikawas team winning by a landslide he stomped over to you with fists closed and pout ready. you looked over to oikawa and he reached out to you, opening and closing his hands to urge you to come to him. you said thank you to the stranger that helped you and ran into oikawas arms. "hey there prince charming~" you smiled as you rubbed you hands on his back feeling the muscles that resided there. "princess... can you please wear my jacket or something?" his played with the bottom of your bathing suit. "but don't you like my bathing suit?" you asked as you looked down at yourself.

"no! it's not that it's just.." he looked around at the amount of males that were around, "i'm scared other guys will like your outfit too much.." he pouted, you shook your head at how silly his reaction was. so to tend to that you went ahead and kissed his lips, "i was seeking your approval dummy," oikawa smiled and turned a little, "i'm dummy thicc." he wiggles his eyebrows, "you're built like a cereal box honey.."

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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hi could i request something? basically just HCS about langa and reki when you guy get into a fight or sum idk LMFAOO, you dont have to do this if you dont want to tho <3

➯ A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy. I added a few characters, hope you don’t mind:)

➯ When you guys get into a fight

➯ Characters: Langa Hasegawa, Reki Kyan, Kaoru Sakurashiki, Kojiro Nanjou, Hiromi Higa and Miya Chinen x gn reader

➯ Warnings: angst if you squint, fluff

Langa:

Ok the majority of your fights are generally because of a miscommunication. If things aren’t spelled out for the poor boy, he’ll be completely oblivious to what’s bothering you

When you finally snap, he always seems shocked, asking why you hadn’t said anything sooner, even if you’d been trying to hint at it all week

Not really one to shout, but if things get heated enough he might snap. He always feels awful afterwards though. No matter what, he really believes no one should be screamed at because of something as silly as a disagreement

Rarely storms out, he’s always going to try and stay until the end to try and get something, anything out of you that he can use to try and understand your point of view

Understands space. He knows when you dont feel like talking to him, and he will give you that time to collect your thoughts. When you’re ready to speak again, he’s all ears

Gets overwhelmed really easy. It doesnt really show in what he says, but when you raise your voice his brain goes to putty and he can feel his breath get narrow. He’s not scared, he just doesn’t want to be the reason you’re feeling like this.

Never lets you go to bed angry. He’ll give you your space, but if you’re still quiet by bedtime he’s making sure you’ve eaten and you’re not still really upset by whatever played out that day

Overthinks a lot. How long did he not realise you were upset? What if its actually a much bigger deal than you’re letting on? What if you leave? Of course, he knows a lot of it is completely irrational, but it still lingers in the back of his mind, so you can imagine how relieved he is when the fight is over and you’re back in his arms

Asks people for advice a lot. Reki and Cherry are usual helpers, giving Langa their opinions on the matter without going into too much detail. The rest is up to him.

Gives the best hugs and comfort after a fight. He understands couples can fight, and never really takes the aggression let out by the pair of you too seriously. Rubbing the back of your head and holding you close to his chest, he’ll reassure you that he’s not going anywhere, that he’s not going to leave “just because of a silly fight” while you fight back tears on his shoulder.

Reki

Unlike Langa, Reki is a very open person in terms of his feelings, so your fights are rarely because of closed away emotions. However, many are caused by you feeling he is spending too much time in his workshop, overworking himself and not spending as much time with you as he should.

As for Reki, he gets mad when he feels you’re being closed off from him, not telling him things and hiding your true emotions. It’s not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesnt want you shouldering anything by yourself, and tries to make things easier for you by halving the problem.

A very emotional person, and this really shows when the two of you argue. There’s a lot of tears, a lot of raised voices, yknow those exhausted laughs when you’re tired of arguing with someone? Those. He pulls at his hair a lot in frustration too

Both of you need to walk away from each other a lot during arguments. You’re both driven by your emotions, so its hard to think logically once you’ve both gotten really upset.

The type to sit outside a door after an argument if you’ve locked yourself in a room, pressing against it and quietly talking to you, regardless of whether or not he gets a response

Understands space, to a certain extent. He’ll try and talk to you after an argument, try anything to get you to just answer him, to come out from your room, to stop ignoring him. He knows when you really don’t want to face him though, which is when he’ll go out for a while, either to Langa’s for advice, or just for a quiet skate.

Despite how upset he gets in the moment, he gets over it quickly. Once he’s out of his head and seeing properly, he’ll take some time to think it over and see things from your point of view. He’ll come back to you with an apology, and when you’re ready to talk, he’ll discuss things with you this time around instead of fighting

If the fight lasts overnight, he refuses to let you take the couch. If he feels a fight will last, he’ll glue himself to the couch, making it impossible for you to sleep anywhere other than your bed. No matter what the fight was about, he refuses to have you sleep uncomfortably.

Tends to cry after making up. It’s rarely out of sadness, of course, more relief than anything. He’s just happy to have you back in his arms, no longer ignoring him.

Cherry

A very rational person, fights are very rare between the pair of you. When you do fight, it tends to be because you feel he’s being closed off from you, not being as open and emotional with you. As for him, he doesnt like when you act too aloof about things that are actually serious to him

Fights start out quiet, talking in normal tones and using your heads. However, as the fight goes on, your voices gradually get higher and louder, arms thrown in the air as you get in each other’s faces.

He snaps quite a bit. Petty remarks, snappy replies and other unnecessary comments are thrown out without much thought as he gets more pissed off. Not necessarily because he doesn’t have anything to defend himself, but because once he’s started, he’ll do just about anything to piss you off

Depending on the fight, it could last an hour or a week. Both of you are so petty that you’ll refuse to apologise to the other, forgetting who was even in the wrong in the first place

Honestly, whoever goes to sleep first gets the bed, he’s not as considerate as Reki. However, as the fight goes on, the pair of you will stay up for ungodly hours into the night, trying to outlast the other because they dont want them sleeping on the couch. You’ll never admit that though, which is why you wont just fall asleep on the couch first. Besides, if you happen to fall asleep on the couch before Kaoru goes to bed, he’ll carry you upstairs and sleep on the couch himself. He’ll never admit that though, he’ll simply say you woke up and went upstairs in a hazy half-sleep, which is why you dont remember.

He’s definitely programmed Carla to apologise to you for him at least once, rolling her into the room you’re in before quickly walking out to the sound of “Y/N, I-am-very-sorry-and-I-was-wrong-please-forgive-me” in Carlas robotic voice

If you ever go to Joe’s restaurant to cool down, he’ll make a big fuss, swaying and sighing, dramatically shouting about “however will these lovers reconcile!?” Once his act is over though, he’ll comfort you and give you your favourite meal, tutting over the pair of you and thinking of ways to help you make up

Literally won’t let you go of you for at least a week after you fight. This mf is hanging off you, constant forehead kisses, the whole deal. He’s gone without your affection for a long time while you fought, he’s simply making up for lost time

Joe

You get really pissed at him when he flirts with other girls. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a bit of a girl magnet and it’s his nature to entertain them. Of course, he all yours, but he forgets sometimes that jealousy is actually a thing

Doesnt take arguments as seriously as he probably should. He’s the type to tell you to “calm down” in the worst possible moment, its usually what makes you explode, actually.

Absolutely dense. The type to listen to you shout for five minutes, and only then have the audacity to ask you just what your problem was

It’s not his fault, bless him. He’s just a little unobservant when it comes to your emotions. When he realises you’re actually upset though, he’s apologising profusely and promising to never do it again

His apologies are always so genuine, you generally forgive him. However, if he does something that really pisses you off and you dont forgive him, he’ll give you space to think

Fights are usually resolved within a day. Like Langa, he refuses to let you go to bed angry

Cooks for you every meal regardless of whether or not you eat it. He’ll leave meals outside your door as a sort of truce, quietly pressing against the door and asking you to please come eat with him, that he hates the idea of you holed up in there all alone

Like Kaoru, he tends to reply with snarky remarks that have little to do with the argument, but they have a little less bite to them. More petty, if anything

Another big reason for why fights never last long is because this man literally. Will. Not. Survive. Without. You. You’ll be trying to ignore him while he comes in every five minutes, asking you how to get a certain channel on the TV, or stupid things you know he’s only asking because he misses talking to you

After you make up, he literally wont even look at another girl for at least a week. Mf will literally turn his head the other way if a girl comes near him, shouting about how he’s spoken for

Shadow

The biggest hothead. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean in the moment, which will cause you to storm out and he’ll immediately regret it

The fight almost immediately escalates past hushed voices, swear words thrown around as you get in each other’s faces

He’ll get really upset, but he’ll mask it with being pissed off and angry, clashing pots around and acting like a literal baby. He doesnt want to admit it, but he always feels awful right after a fight. He knows youll need a bit of space after the intense shouting, so he’ll give you that space before even attempting an apology

Aggressively cares for you. Like he’ll say things like “I made food, it’ll taste like shit if you leave it, so I suggest you have it now” or “nope, I want the couch, I’m gonna watch something” he’ll never admit it, he just wants to make sure you’re alright even while fighting

If the two of you go to S while fighting, it’ll be very obvious. Usually you’re attached at the hip, but now you couldn’t be further apart. However, he’s still looking out for you, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re alright. If you’re ever getting hit on by some creep, the fight is forgotten and he’s back at your side, daring the stranger to come any closer to you.

Reki is always the first to notice, poking him and pushing you over to him, trying to get the two of you to make up. Surprisingly, it actually does help clear the air

He can never stay mad at you for long though, he’s completely soft for you

Makes you bouquets to try and apologise. He’s taught you a lot about the meanings of flowers, so he’ll specifically pick ones with hidden meanings like “I’m sorry” or “I love you”

Not very good with verbal apologies. He knows when they’re needed though, and they are usually delivered through a series of grumbles and sad expressions. The thought is there though

Gives very gentle, long hugs after you make up. He’ll hold you close, suggesting a date or a movie to help the two of you relax

Miya

Literally the biggest bitch out of the six to fight with. He’s so petty, he will refuse to admit he’s wrong for the longest time. Once he’s in, there’s no accepting he’s not right

At least for a while anyway. He’ll start to feel bad once he sees just how upset you’re getting, frustrated with his inability to see anyone’s point of view but his own

King of the silent treatment. He’ll hide away behind his switch, drowning out his guilty thoughts with the white noise of animal crossing

He’ll skate to take his mind off things, practicing new tricks until he’s exhausted

Makes really snide remarks that have absolutely nothing to do with the argument. The type to bring up shit that happened 4 months ago just to help his case

Reki is usually the one to make him see sense, telling him just how petty he’s being, and that he cant get so defensive when he’s in the wrong. He knows this, obviously, he just can’t help it sometimes.

Although he’s not one for real apologies, he’ll slowly begin to stop ignoring you, bringing you small snacks or sending you funny things he saw on his phone. He’ll sit beside you, acting as if it was completely unintentional, but will slowly inch closer and closer until he’s curled up at your side, mumbling about how he wasn’t completely right after all

Will literally hit anyone who tries to comment on how the pair of you have made up, talking about how “its not even that big of a deal, just shut up”

Ad*m

Yall fought cause y’know. He’s ad*m

Sat outside your house with a speaker and an ugly ass sign. It started raining and his sign got ruined and his makeup ran

You broke up with him and he cried

Slipped in the rain while leaving <3

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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injured.

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. After so many pleads for Y/N to stay home and be safe away from the mission; she still goes on that solo mission. However, when an injury occurs, she fears that Steve and Bucky will forbid/get mad at her for going. So she tries to hide it. However, when lust take over the same night she comes home; shower sex is in play between her lovers and her. And during all that, Steve and Bucky find the injury on her body and question it. Yet all Y/N wants to do is finish what they had started... yet to bad, having overprotective boyfriends are just what she has.

cw: mentions of violence, injury

“Shit,” you limped onto your jet, nearly collapsing to your knees on the floor.

The glass was cold and unforgiving, and you struggled to inhale, black bruises forming on your side. A sharp pain shot through your chest when you took a breath, and you wondered if your ribs were fractured, otherwise deeply bruised.

You hit the autopilot, sighing as the jet lifted and set for home. You laid back on the floor, unconsciousness clouding your mind. You fought it off, trying to keep your eyes open and focusing on breathing.

“Don’t go, Y/N. It’s a solo, Stark can send someone else,” Steve argued with you, knowing the dangers of sending you alone to Sokovian ruins to retrieve intel.

“You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be perfectly fine. I go on team missions all the time, and this is just intel. You worry too much,” you’d shaken your head, giving him a kiss.

Bucky was unsettled, joining Steve in his attempts to convince you to stay behind. You had brushed them off, excited to finally be assigned a solo mission. You were a newer addition to the avengers team, and you hadn’t had a chance to take a solo mission. It didn’t help when you had not one, but two overly protective boyfriends. With Steve being responsible for most mission assignments, you had been placed in groups— usually with both Steve and Bucky. You were aptly trained, but they still feared for you.

You laid on the floor of the jet, thinking about your mission that had gone horribly wrong.

Panic seized you as you realized that Steve and Bucky were going to lose their shit. They’d told you to stay home and you’d ignored them, and ended up injured.

What was supposed to be a simple intel gain, had turned violent when someone realized you were undercover. You’d managed to escape the sleazy club with the help of a local, but only after you’d been brutally beaten.

You had barely made it back to the jet, and now pain was flooding through your body, leaving you exhausted, and struggling to take shallow breaths. You ached, but the fear of Steve and Bucky banning you from missions was worse.

Steve could be an extremist, overly anxious about your safety. Bucky was much more level-headed and rational, but you doubted that even he would remain calm when he saw your bruises.

No problem, you just had to figure out a way to cover it up. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, and you didn’t intend to let them find out.

Your brain spun through how you were going to hide it, coming up short with ideas. You pushed yourself onto your knees and iced the bruises, taking some painkiller that Stark kept on the jet.

You managed to get yourself standing by the time you arrived back at the compound, though you still looked a mess.

Stark greeted you when the jet opened, and you hurried onto the tarmac. His eyes widened when he saw you, and you swore.

“That bad?”

“Yeah. You look like death. What the hell happened?” Stark demanded, following you inside.

Luckily, Steve and Bucky were caught up on a mission somewhere else, and you had a couple of hours before they returned.

“Morozova caught on. Gave me a beating, but I’m fine. And I managed to get the intel you asked for. But Tony, promise me you won’t tell the boys!” You begged, and the inventor looked hesitant.

“I’m fine, and you know they’ll overreact. I’ll be more careful next time, but don’t blow this for me, please!” You pleaded, walking with him to the lab.

“Fine. But only because I owe you. And if they find out, you deny that I knew. Come on, let’s get you some help.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Tony and letting him inspect your injuries. He concluded all your bones were intact, and you didn’t have internal bleeding. He cleaned your scrapes and cuts, and told you to watch the bruising. It was clear you’d had the shit kicked out of you, your ribs, stomach, hips, legs, and back evidence of the assault.

“This looks painful. You’ll need to be careful, and no physical training until you’re healed up. Got it?”

“Got it. Thanks, Stark.”

He hummed in his annoyed, impatient tone, and you watched him go. You gave yourself a moment before walking to your suite, changing into leggings and Bucky’s vintage “Stark Industries” hoodie, knowing it would hide all the bruising. You fell asleep waiting for them, exhaustion getting to you.

You slowly opened your eyes when lips pressed against your forehead. The touch was familiar, and you tilted your head back to meet Bucky’s mouth.

“Hi, doll,” he murmured, smiling against your lips.

You sat up, greeting the boys and kissing Steve.

“How was the mission?” Steve brushed hair from your face.

“I got all the intel for Stark,” you smiled, earning proud grins from the boys.

“That’s my girl,” Bucky kissed your cheek.

You were thankful you hadn’t been dragged into their arms, squeezed and smothered like they occasionally preferred. You concealed your pain, reduced to a dull ache from the Tylenol.

“Let’s shower, calm down a bit?” Bucky offered, kissing your neck, making your spine prickle with need.

“I’m good, go ahead. I’ve already showered.” The lie slipped out before you could stop it, and Bucky drew away from kissing your neck.

He exchanged a look with Steve before turning back to you, steel and sky blue eyes narrowing at you.

“Y/N…” Steve began, but cut off, allowing you an opportunity to explain your lie.

“I mean, I just, don’t feel up to it…” you tried, shying away from Steve when he reached out to set his hand on your leg.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky asked, worry flashing across his eyes.

“Nothing, honey. I’m fine,” you promised, touching his scruffy face and giving him a kiss.

“Then let’s have some shower sex,” Steve met your gaze.

You nodded, going in the bathroom first. You got in the shower, and they followed, seeing your body covered in bruises and scrapes.

“Y/N!” Bucky cried, lifting your arm and inspecting your injuries.

“It’s fine, really. No broken bones or internal bleeding.”

“What happened? Why didn’t you tell us?!” Steve raised his voice, making you sink back against the cold tile.

“Because I didn’t want you to get angry and forbid me from going on missions!” You defended yourself.

Both men tried to contain their agitation, not wanting you to feel like they were angry. Their fears became tangible, seeing you wounded.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been injured, we’re just worried. You need to tell us when you’re hurt,” Steve’s tone softened.

“I’m sorry,” you finally conceded.

“Don’t be. First of all, are you okay?” Bucky asked, tilting your face up.

“It hurts,” you admitted.

Bucky winced at your tone, understanding how much pain you were in. You abandoned your attempts to conceal it, and he could hear the agony in your voice.

“I’m so sorry,” he leaned down and gently kissed your bruises. Steve joined, and suddenly they were kissing all over your body.

Your hands went to Bucky’s hair as he kissed your hip, and sparkling grey eyes gazed up at you. Steve kissed your inner thigh, and you bit your lip, need pooling between your legs. Tingling started to spread through your body, and you were seconds away from begging your boyfriends to touch you.

Steve stood, towering over you from behind. Strong arms gently snaked around you, supporting your weight without putting pressure on the bruises.

“Steve-?” You looked up at him, but you tightened your grip on Bucky’s hair as his mouth went where you desired.

“Oh,” you breathed as Bucky’s tongue gently lapped through your folds, brushing over your clit.

“We’re going to be gentle, doll,” Steve promised, pressing his lips just below your ear.

“Going to make some of that ache go away,” Bucky mumbled against your heat, his speech sending echoed vibrations through your sex.

You gripped Steve’s arm, thankful he was holding you up, or else your knees would’ve buckled, weak from Bucky eating you out.

He reached up, gently brushing his fingertips over your entrance, gauging your reaction. Your muscles fluttered at the touch, trying to pull him in. He smirked against you, sucking on your clit and using his tongue to tease you. You fisted his dark hair, slipping between your fingers from being soaked by the shower, and you struggled to find solidity.

“James!” You cried, throwing your head back on Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushed two fingers inside of you, stroking your velvety walls.

Steve gently groped your chest, teasingly rolling your nipple between his fingers. The boys knew how to get you off— and knew how to do it gently. You’d never been more thankful for them as you were in this moment, soft heat wrapping around your body, mixing with the steam of the warm shower.

Your eyes fell closed and you arched your sore back off of Steve, grinding against Bucky’s face before he coaxed an orgasm from you.

“That’s it, pretty girl, come all over Buck’s face,” Steve smirked into your neck.

You cried out, yanking on Bucky’s hair and collapsing against Steve. You winced as he bumped your bruises, trying to catch you. He murmured out an apology, and Bucky leaned back under the water, grinning up at you.

“Let’s get you clean, then you can rest, doll.”

You were so tired you could barely keep your eyes open as they helped you wash up, sending you to dry off so they could take care of one another. You offered to jerk them off, returning the favor, but Steve just laughed and kissed you.

“Go get in bed. We’ll join you in a bit.”

You didn’t argue, sliding into bed in fresh pajamas, printed with Steve’s shields. He’d gotten them for you as a bit of a joke, but you’d loved them, wearing them all the time. The boys’ dog tags rested under the button-down top, cold against your warm skin. You were nearly lulled to sleep by the hum of the shower, struggling to stay awake as the two boys returned to your bedroom, going to either side.

“What happened on the mission, love?” Steve asked quietly, lying down with his face inches from yours.

“I was in a meeting, getting the information that Stark wanted on the Hydra transfers. I’m not sure what gave it away, but General Morozova found out that I was under cover. He beat me, but a Sokovian helped me escape,” you explained wearily, sighing as Bucky’s arm went around you protectively.

“You’re safe now. Once you’re recovered, we’ll talk about future missions.”

“So you’re not banning me?” you asked hopefully, looking up at Steve.

“You’re too valuable, but you’re not going on missions without Bucky and I for a while,” Steve conceded, kissing your nose.

“I could be okay with that,” you squeezed them in a hug, ignoring the pain that shot through you.

You giggled as kisses were littered all over your face, the three of you talking until you fell asleep.

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