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gyupinkys · 9 months

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AMANDA?

LEE SEOKMIN X READER

WC: 4.1K

"DK, I know you're trying to kill me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, DOMESTIC ABUSE (Obviously not from DK.), CHEATING, GUNS, unprotected sex, oral, face sitting, thigh riding, cream pie, and a whole lot of DK fucking you better than your asshole husband.

“Why does she need to die?” Seokmin asks, feeling unsure about this situation.

“DK, You’d think after all these years you’d be fine with killing people. Especially him” Cheol says, raising his eyebrow.

“But, She’s innocent. We should just kill him.”

“Trust me, we are gonna kill him but this would hurt him more. You know she’s his prized possession, he has some kind of sick obsession with her. I expect her to be dead in the next two weeks, make it look like an accident, but I want him to know it was us.”

“How am I supposed to get her to talk to me? He probably keeps watch over her 24/7.”

“I don’t know, but figure it out. Do not disappoint me”

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Every time he enters the room, you feel the same despair you always have. He’s an anomaly, he’s a fucking monster. You look up at him as he enters your shared bedroom. He’s drunk. Great.

“Can you sleep in the other room tonight?” you ask as gently as possible, trying to not upset him.

“Why would I do that?” he slurs.

“Because you’re drunk.”

“And? My wife doesnt want to share a bed with me because I’m fucking drunk?” he says starting to get upset. This is what you’ve been trying to avoid.

“I’m sorry, you can just stay. I don’t know what I was thinking.” you can feel the tears forming in your eyes.

“No, I think you just don’t want me.” he spits getting close to you. “I give your stupid ass everything. Without me you’d still be poor and fucking useless. You’re not good for anything, you fucking need me. I saved you! ”

You just stare at him, too scared to respond. He didn’t save you. He forced you to marry him. “Answer me you fucking bitch.” he spits grabbing your hair.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” you cry out trying not to upset him further.

“If I knew you were such an idiot I wouldn’t have looked your way.” he growls, slapping you across the face. You just stay silent, anything you do makes it worse yet doing nothing makes it worse. There's no winning. You just look at him with tears in your eyes but a harsh punch to your jaw only makes you give up. You sit there and take the beating, there's nothing you can do to stop it.

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You do a good job at covering the bruises, it’s been a few days so they aren't as prominent. After two years of dealing with this, you’ve learned how to pretend. Days like this you wish you fought him harder, told someone what he was doing before it was too late. You walk around the city and put on a brave face, trying to cheer yourself up. You walk into your favorite boba shop, nothing can cheer you up like a strawberry milk slush. As you’re sipping your drink a man sits in the chair across from you.

“Amanda?” he says in a questioning tone, looking at you.

“Uh, that's not me.”

“Oh.” he says with a pout.

You just look at him, unsure of what to say next. “Are you sure that's not your name?” he asks with a wide smile. Wow, his smile is so bright. The way his eyes shrink up makes him look so cute. You can’t help but smile, his presence is somehow so comforting and warm.

“I’m quite sure, but why don’t you tell me your name?”

“I’m DK.”

“Your name is DK?” you ask in disbelief.

“Well my real name is Seokmin, but my friends call me Dk, which is short for Dokyeom.”

“Why does your nickname have a nickname?”

“I’m not sure. My friends are pretty weird.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Well my name is Y/N.” you say with a bright smile.

“Well that’s quite far from Amanda.” he jokes.

“Can I ask why you thought I was Amanda?”

“I didn’t think you were actually Amanda, I just didn’t have a pick up line.” he admits sheepishly.

You can’t get the smile off your face. “Oh that's definitely a new one.”

“Did it work?”

“It would have if I wasn’t married.”

He dramatically falls back and clutches his chest. “I feel my world falling apart.” he says as he fake dies.

You can’t contain your laughter. What an idiot you think to yourself.

“You’re so dramatic. You just met me.”

“But now I have to call the venue and cancel the wedding.”

You smile and shake your head. If your husband saw you right now you would be dead meat. Just the thought makes you shudder and withdraw from the conversation. He senses your sudden change in mood.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, no it’s not you.”

“You’re worried about your husband?”

“Yea. He just wouldn’t like to see me talking to you.”

“Because I’m a guy?”

“Yea.”

“He sounds like an ass.”

You give him a small smile. “He’s just overprotective.”

“Well we can just be friends.”

“He doesn’t let me have friends.”

He looks at you bewildered. “He doesn't let you?”

“He says they aren’t good for me.” you say embarrassed. Who isn’t allowed to have friends?

“The more you speak of him the more I want to beat his ass.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with him.”

“What, you don’t think I could take him?” he says as he flexes his muscles dramatically, obviously trying to make you feel better.

“Maybe I shouldn’t underestimate you, DK.”

“Maybe you shouldn't,” he winks.

“Can I have your number?”

Your eyes widen. “My husband would actually murder me if he found out I gave someone my number.”

“Stop talking about that dude. Do what you want for once.”

You weigh your options. This will end badly for you if he finds out but it’s not like the outcome would be different from any other night. He punishes you no matter what you do, you might as well have a little fun.

“Ok. but don’t text me after 7pm. That's when he comes home and if he sees me texting someone he’ll flip.”

“Yea, yea i’ll be careful of the evil mean husband.” he smirks.

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The next time you see him is a week later in the mall. He’s at the register with a man, speaking a little too loudly.

“My wallet is too deep in my bag, can you just pay for it?”

The person he’s with looks at him with contempt. “How many times are you going to do this?”

“We’ve been friends for years and you can’t buy me a fucking pretzel?”

He is so ridiculous. You laugh silently at him as they hold up the line causing the people behind them to start complaining. His friend eventually folds and pays. You stand up and walk up to him.

“Quite a show you put on there, DK.”

He turns to you with wide eyes. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” he nervously chuckles eyeing his friend.

“Shopping?”

“Oh that’s nice. C’mon I’ll go with you.” he says and grabs your wrist pulling you along with him.

Well that was weird.

You two walk around the mall for a bit, going in and out of stores, window shopping, buying things you don’t need. He leaves with three new pairs of clown-like shoes, ignoring your teasing.

“I like to think I’m the best jester in the king's court.” he responded with a charming smile making you burst out laughing.

DK is feeling conflicted as he looks at you. This would be much easier if you weren't so cute. You're looking at him like he’s the sun, like he’s a fresh breath of air and with the way that fucker you call your husband treats you, he might just be. This is why he’s not cut out for this killing shit, he feels like he’s already attached to you.

“Do you want to come to my place? We could watch a movie or something?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“Whatever you're thinking, forget it. Stop thinking about him. You need to live your life, fuck him if he’s mad.”

It's easy for him to say when he’s not the one dealing with this life.

“What if he finds out?”

“So what? Y/N, you can’t live your whole life in fear.”

You sigh. Even though he’s on a business trip this still isn't a good idea, but you don’t have it in you to say no. “Ok.”

He smiles brightly at you. “We're gonna have a good time.”

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“Wait so let me get this straight. You picked up the plastic bag?” you laugh, the alcohol starting to get to your head. You’re making sure to not drink too much, you don’t need anything going wrong.

“You should've seen the look he was giving me! You would’ve picked it up too.” he exclaims, making you laugh harder.

“I’m just imagining you on your knees looking upset.”

“Y/N, You want me on my knees? Kinky.”

You feel a blush shoot to your face. “Seokmin, stop.” you say, hiding your face.

He pulls your hands from your face. “I never said I was against it.” he says, sliding off the couch and sinking to his knees. Your eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“I’m granting your wishes,” he says.

“Oh.” you say, suddenly out of breath.

He just smirks, putting his hands on your thighs, making your body stiffen.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“What are you planning to do?”

He leans forward and places a kiss on your neck, then another, and another, making you let out a deep sigh. What the fuck? He kisses up to your ear.

“I’ve wanted to eat that pretty pussy from the moment I saw you. I know he doesn’t treat you the way he should. I’d have you crying out for god, pretty girl.”

You must be losing your mind.

“I can’t even lie, I’ve got off to the thought of you sitting that ass on my face. I want to feel you all over me. I’d make you cum so many times sweetness, it’ll be all about you, I don’t even care about me, I just want you to feel good.”

If he keeps talking like this, the little restraint you have is going to break.

“What do you say?” he groans into your neck. “I want you so bad. Do you want me too?”

You nod. “What else do you want to do?”

He chuckles, kissing down your body until he’s seated on his knees again.

“Fuck around and find out.”

You lean forwards and kiss him, his hands immediately start roaming your body, trying to pull off whatever clothes he can get his hands on. He bites your lip making you groan into the kiss, giving him access to the rest of your mouth. By the time all of your clothes are off the kiss is nothing but tongue and teeth. His hands grope and squeeze your entire body, indenting his hands into your ass. You're grateful the bruises on your rib have healed, because if he saw them it would be a shit show.

He sits on the couch and lays down, pulling your body on top of his without breaking the kiss. You’re sitting on his thighs, grinding yourself onto him, leaving a wet sheen on them. He breaks the kiss and groans into your neck.

“Fuck, sweetness. Grind that pretty pussy on my thigh, use me to make yourself feel good.”

He grabs your hips and pushes you down harder, flexing his thigh so your clit is constantly stimulated. Your moans are getting louder and louder, making him harder. He doesn't think he’s ever been this hard, if he doesn't control himself he’ll cum right on your stomach. You’re incredible, so beautiful, and you’re already doing so good for him.

He can feel you’re clenching around nothing, making your wetness leak out of you more. Without hesitation he pulls you up his body and onto his face. He dives right in making you yelp. His tongue runs through your folds multiple times before going straight for your clit, sucking hard.

“You taste like heaven baby” he groans. “I never thought I’d be jealous of him, but fuck, just the thought that he gets this sweet pussy every night makes me so angry.”

You moan loudly, pulling his hair, making him groan. He takes his anger out on your cunt, wrapping his strong arms around your hips, grinding you onto his tongue. As he fucks you with his tongue his nose bumps your clit repeatedly, throwing you over the edge. He doesn't stop eating you out, ignoring your attempts to pull yourself off.

“Oh my god, DK please I can’t.”

He smiles against you, placing a kiss on your clit and sliding you down his body. You rest your head against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“Baby. We aren’t done, I need to get my full taste of this pussy before I send you back to that fucker.”

He leans forwards and whispers in your ear. “I want him to find my cum leaking out of you.”

Fucking hell, this mouth is going to be the death of you. He lifts you up and bends you over the back of the couch.

“Tell me if it's too much.”

He slides straight in, stretching you out in the most delectable way possible. He gives you some time to adjust but in reality he’s forcing himself to not cum. There’s no way he can kill you, not when you have a tight cunt like this. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” he says as he begins to thrust. Gradually picking up his pace. He feels so good inside you, hitting every spot your husband couldn’t. You can’t help but moan and groan with every thrust, the force behind them pushing you further and further into the couch. You feel like you’re floating away, the intense pleasure taking your breath away.

“Tell me. Can he fuck you better than me? Can he reach the places I can? Make you feel like you’re on another planet?”

You can only groan and whimper in response, making him smile victoriously.

“Don’t stress that pretty head on more than you need to ok? Just take this dick and cum for me, baby.”

“Oh my god” you groan. He’s so deep and he’s hitting your spot everytime.

“Say my name instead. Call out for me, I’m the one making you feel this good, right?” he smirks into your neck.

“Seokmin, it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“Trust me I would never. I want to die in this pussy.”

He pushes down on your shoulders, arching your back more, making him somehow reach deeper.

“Fuckkk” he groans, reaching under you to rub your clit harshly making you jump.

“Cum for me baby, I need it so fucking bad. I want to feel this pussy clench around me.”

You cum harder than ever, squirting all over him and his couch. You don’t have it in you to care, getting lost in the pleasure. DK is doing no better, forcing himself to let you finish before he cums himself. You’re squeezing him so tightly, milking his cock for all he’s worth. He cums with a loud moan, fucking his cum deep into you. “Just like that, take all my cum baby, I want him to see it.”

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You’ve been texting DK a lot more than you should. Things have clearly changed after that night and you don’t have it in you to feel guilty. He keeps trying to meet up with you under the guise of a “besties date” but you’re too scared. People don’t normally fuck their besties. What if your husband sees you with him? You risked too much last time. This is so stressful. How did your life end up like this? It feels like one second you had your life together and the next you’re forced to live with him. You stare at your messages with Seokmin.

Deekayy: What do you say? It’s strictly as besties.

You: ok. I’ll meet you there

Deekayy: I knew you would come to your senses.

You can’t lie and say you're not excited. Your one meeting with DK was the most fun you’ve had in years. He makes you feel so bright and alive, his happiness is contagious. You hear the keys in your door turn, jumping. You quickly delete your messages with DK.

“Pumpkin”

Shut the fuck up. “Yes?” you pop your head up over the couch.

“Come here,” he says with a sweet smile. This can't be good. Your mind starts racing; what did you do wrong this time? You slowly walk towards him but stop a few feet away, feeling the anger radiating.

“Y/N. I must be neglecting you. Because there's no reason for you to be going out with other men.”

“What?” you say trying not to cry.

He pulls out his phone and shows you pictures of you and DK. Your breathing picks up, you feel like you’re going to have a panic attack.

“He’s just a friend.”

You hear the slap before you feel it. Fuck that hurt. “Don’t lie to me Y/N.”

“I swear I literally just met him.”

His hand flies to your neck, choking you. “You’re fucking him aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen. “NO! I’m not I promise you I would never cheat on you.” You lie, trying to sound sincere.

“Fucking slut” he growls and throws you on the floor. The hits and kicks come but you barely feel them. Trying your best to zone out, leave your body and escape into your mind. Your mind drifts to DK. After living this same boring life he was a breath of fresh air, sunshine to your constant rainy day. As tears fall from your eyes you manage a smile. You know you’ll never see him again but the feeling he gave you will stay with you forever.

You’re rudely pulled from your mind by a rough shake.

“Y/N. Did you know your little boy toy is trying to kill you? Laughable right? He’s a fucking assassin you dumb bitch. I have people after me, I should've known they’d come for you. I want you to meet with him, tell him you don’t want to see him anymore and that you don’t know where I am.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my pawn in this game” he smirks.

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You’re sitting at a cafe waiting for Seokmin. You check your makeup every five seconds, worried the bruises will peek through the makeup. You focused especially on your black eye, the concealer starting to crack.

You hear the bell on the door ring and you can feel his aura. He immediately sits across from you with a wide smile, which promptly drops when he sees your disheveled state.

“Are you ok?”

You just nod, too scared to speak knowing you’re being watched.

“Y/N.”

You look up at him and see his face suddenly turned hard.

“What happened?”

“DK, I know you’re trying to kill me.”

He looks even more upset. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You feel the tears start to flow, rough wiping your eyes. “DK, we shouldn’t see eachother again.”

He gently grabs your chin. Fuck. The concealer on your hand tells you all you need to know. “He did this?” he asks, sounding very upset.

“He didn’t like that I was talking to you.”

He looks to the ceiling and takes a deep breath. “I want you to come stay with me.”

“So you can kill me?”

“Y/N, if i wanted to kill you, you would already be dead.” he grits, getting frustrated only making you cry more.

“Love, don’t cry. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I just want you away from that man. I’ll make sure he will never hurt you again.”

“DK, what are you involved in?” you say hesitantly.

“I don’t want you to know.” he sighs.

“Please.”

He’s obviously debating whether he should tell you or not. “I’m involved in some shady shit. I know what your husband does for a living. A lot of people want him dead.”

“So why were you trying to kill me?”

“Because it would hurt him more.” he says as he grabs your hands. “Y/N, I would never hurt you, Ok. I swear on everything, I will do nothing but cherish you for the rest of your life. I know we met a few weeks ago, but I know I love you. You’re all I think about, all I see, I can’t imagine a future without you.”

You believe him. Even if it's foolish, nothing is worse than what you’re going through now.

You know your husband is nearby watching but you can’t live like this anymore. “Ok, but I can’t go now.”

“Why.”

“He’s waiting for me outside.”

Dk sighs. “Ok. Go with him, I’ll come get you.”

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You're laying in bed when you hear your front door creek open. You couldn’t sleep knowing he was coming to save you. Your back is turned to the bedroom door when he walks in, but you’re confused when you hear multiple sets of footsteps and voices. You sit up to see DK in a tight black t-shirt and cargo pants. You admit he looks very handsome. There's two more guys with him, one with bright red hair and the other who's a literal giant. “Y/N let's go.” the red haired one whispers coming close to you. The whispering proves useless when DK lands a hard punch to your husband's face waking him up. He shoots up confused just for another punch to land on his jaw.

“You like to beat women?” DK spits.

“What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering, DK punches him again, and again.

“Just take her! Isn’t that what you wanted?” your husband whimpers.

That pisses the giant off and he literally pulls your husband out of bed by his shirt and throws him to the floor, landing a heavy kick to his side making him empty his stomach. “You’re disgusting.”

“Let's get you out of here.” the red haired man says but you refuse.

“No. I want to watch” you say, making his eyes widen.

DK turns to you. “Love, you shouldn’t see this.”

“Love? I knew you were fucking him you slut.” your husband spits from the floor.

DK looks down at the man in contempt. “You shut the fuck up.” he says, punctuating his sentence with a kick to his jaw, most likely breaking it.

“Well, now you can’t speak,” DK smiles.

“Seokmin, please. I need to”

He walks over to you, cupping your face. “I don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“Right now I’m looking at you like my savior.” you smile.

“You’re gonna make me blush” he giggles making you roll your eyes.

“Can we end the romance and deal with this fucker.” the giant says.

Dk walks towards him and pulls out a gun from his holster.

“You really don’t know the gem you had when you had it. But don’t worry I’ll make her real happy.”

Your husband can only slit his eyes, unable to respond. He spits on DK’s face, smiling victoriously. The same look you saw when DK saw the bruises is the same look he gives your husband. He cocks his gun and shoots him straight in the balls.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” he giggles

Your husband begins screaming for help, tears flowing down his face. Dk shoots him again in the foot, only laughing more.

“This hurts right? Imagine how much it hurts everytime you put your hands on her? I want you to suffer.”

The giant stomps on his foot making his scream more.

“We gotta go, the cops are coming.”

DK points his gun at your husband's head.

“Wait” you jump up. “I want to do it.”

His eyes widened. “Alright.”

You get up a bit too excitedly making everyone turn to you. You take the gun from his hand and lean down towards your husband.

“I hope you burn in hell and you were right, I am fucking him. I’m shocked you never noticed his cum spilling out of me everytime I would come home to you. ” You spit, exaggerating just to piss him off. This somehow gives him a burst of energy, he grabs you by the neck.

“You’ll never escape me.”

“Oh, I think I will.” you smile and push him away from you and shoot him between the eyes watching his body slump to the floor.

“That was really hot.” the red-haired man says.

“Minghao, fuck off.”

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bleach-your-panties · 3 months

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babe! H, J, & K for Kuroo and Bokuto please!!! I have a need and I am dying 🫣

This is so fun, thank you in advance!

You fed me with this, because I missed my man Bokuto!🤍🖤💛

❥⋱Koutarou Bokuto:

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Bokuto loves giving you hickeys and he highly encourages you to give him hickeys as well! He wants everyone to know that he’s a happily taken man with a very healthy sex life 🤭

He loves to leave hickeys on your neck- trailing from your neck down your collarbone and down your shoulder. They vary in shape/size because he's constantly changing the tempo of his kisses, bites, and sucks. They will all be a bright to deep red, though, because he suckles on your skin like he's trying to eat it.

When he returns to his team after a heated night with you, he’ll intentionally walk around in just gym shorts and a wife beater so they all can see all the marks, hickeys, and nail indents that you've left on him!

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Sweet Love - Chris Brown

“Oh, baby, let’s get naked, just so we can make sweet love

All these sensations got me goin' crazy for ya

Inside on top of you, grindin' inside and out of you

Baby, I know what to do, baby, I know what to do

So come on, baby girl, let's just take our clothes off

Just so we can make sweet love

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G-Girl, you shy you wanna slow it down? (Down)

And you start screamin' when I go downtown (Ow!)

Just as long as you get crazy

And baby, don't get it confused

I'll do everythin' you want me to

And just as soon as you get naked, makin' love

ᰔ

Planez - Jeremih ft. J Cole

“I can put you in the mile-high club, what’s up? Let's take a trip,

Have you ever read “the world is yours”, on a blimp?”

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“I got you in the air, your body in the air - how it feel up here?

You can scream as loud as you want, loud as you can, ain't nobody gone hear”

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“Oh you nasty, oh oh, you nasty

Both graduated, so fuck keeping it classy”

❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is an overzealous kisser sometimes, and he gets messy with a lot of spit - so much that it’ll be dribbling down the sides of your connected mouths. It’s only because he’s away often traveling for games and he misses you so much! Not being able to kiss and taste you for so many months at a time makes him sad.

Once he’s home, though, he’ll calm down and kiss you softly - all over your body. Like I said, he misses you.

His lips suckle on your skin very gently. A stark contrast to his hornier, more urgent actions. He also likes to lick and flick his tongue over your skin while kissing it.

❥⋱Tetsurou Kuroo

❥⋱H - Hickey: Nibble nibble nibble… how big or little, the redness, where it is, etc

Now, you would think that he would be more open about giving hickies, but it actually makes him kind of shy.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a little shit, but even he makes himself blush when he sees how overexcited he got in the bedroom last night once you’re getting ready for work in the morning and trying to cover up the marks on your neck with makeup.

The size of his hickies will vary depending on what type of mood he’s in. Pent-up? Large, bruise-like marks with uneven edges and a deep mauve color in the center. He’s feeling good that day? Medium to large, with less suction behind them but they might have teeth marks around the edges.

He’ll suck hickies into your titties as well, and lick over the nipples before raising his head to give you a mischievous grin.

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

Grind On Me - Pretty Ricky

“Baby, grind on me; relax your mind, take your time on me,

Let me get deeper, shawty ride on me.

Now come and sex me til your body gets so weak, with slow grindin’ baby”

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“I make em’ laugh and giggle, cuddle a little, suck on the nipple, lick the whipped cream from the middle,

Girlfriend I never go (raw), I rip off panties and I pop off (bras)

—-

“Pretty boy doin’ pretty good thangs, makin’ pretty good change

Gettin’ pretty good brain, from the pretty pretty chicks, gettin’ pretty damn rich

—-

“If loving you is wrong, then I don't wanna be right, so let's take our time and do it right, cause we got all night”

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Meeting In My Bedroom - Silk

“There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so girl please don’t be late

There’s a meeting in my bedroom, so please don’t make me wait

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Looking at my Rollie, girl, I see it's almost time

I hope you're getting ready girl and don't forget the wine

How long 'til Monday, girl?

Tonight is just for you and I

And it's gonna be so fly (so fly, so fly, what what, what)

I like having you around so I gotta put you down

So be there or be square

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Step into mi casa, lay it down, down, down, down

(Come on yeah baby, yeah yeah yeah)

Got a little sumthing sumthing for my sexy mama, mama

Been checking for ya since day one

You're my moon and you're my sun

(You're my star, you shine, yeah)

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❥⋱K - Kiss: Get those lips ready! Smooches 💋

He is a very, very, very good kisser. Playful. Just like a cat.

He’ll suck your bottom lip into his mouth and hold it before pulling back to stare at you, trying to make those golden brown eyes look as innocent as possible.

Loves to suck on your tongue and the sides of your mouth. His kisses will make you wet and leave you breathless.

When you fall asleep after a night full of passionate love-making with him, he’ll caress and kiss your back and shoulders.

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squippy360 · 2 years

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Steve Rogers x male reader

Steve’s usually kept his guard up, never had let it down, but what happens when he’s dating a guy who’s the more domestically dominant type, where he love taking care of steve, loves taking care of him, and wants steve to be vulnerable around him

Sub!Steve Rogers x Dom!Male reader

Cw:(fluff to smut, Comforting steve rogers, fingering, thigh fucking, smut)

I was simply sitting on the couch, scrolling on social media. I was listening to music and humming slightly to myself. I turned my head to the side when I heard the elevator door open. I winced when I saw my very tired, frustrated, and disoriented boyfriend Steve. I got up and made my way over to him when he dropped his shield and held his head in his hands. He had cuts and bruises all over. I touched his arm and jumped when he slammed it away, looking at me with frantic eyes. I looked around to make sure no one else was around. "Alright, come on big guy. Let's take this to my room." I said gently and somehow picked him up. He hid his face in my neck and clung onto me. His whole body was rigid and stiff.

I kicked my door open softly and went to the bathroom. I set him down and went to get some supplies. I came back and he seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Stevie? Are you there Love?" I whispered and kneeled in front of him. He nodded and looked to the side in embarrassment. "Sorry about that earlier. I'll be heading back to my room…" He said and went to stand up. "Oh no you don't. I don't trust you alone so I'll be taking care of you." I said stood up, crossing my arms. "Now that I know you can stand, take your clothes off." I said. He looked at me with a blush. "I-I'm sorry?" He stuttered. "Take. Your. Clothes. Off." I growled.

He looked down with a blush and pulled his suit off. He left his boxers on though. I made him sit back down and kneeled down in front of him. I opened the First Aid Kit and gently took one of his legs. He winced as I cleaned around one of the big wounds he had on his thigh and dabbed some petroleum jelly on the cut. I took some gauze and wrapped it around his thigh. I shifted my focus on his other leg where he had some glass stuck in his skin. I took some tweezers and began to gently pull them out and put them on a tissue.

Steve's p.o.v

I didn't know what to feel. Aside from Bucky, he is the first person who has ever cared about my well-being this much. M/n is so much like Bucky. He so caring, gentle, smart, quiet, attractive, hot, god he is so hot-

"Stevie? Would you like to eat something?" M/n asked. I snapped out of my daze with a shy blush and nodded. He put the supplies away and that's when I noticed he had completely washed all the blood away. All my wounds were bandaged and taken care of. "W-Wow." I whispered. I blushed when he picked me up and carried me back to his room. He put me on the bed and went through his dresser drawers. "You can borrow these until you go back to your room in a couple of days." He said and helped me put a shirt on and some sweatpants. "Days?! This is humiliating…" I said and hid my red face in his sheets. "C'mon it's not that bad. I know how sore you get after missions like that." He said and laid me down properly. "Don't move, I'll be right back." He said and left.

I sighed and just sat up to lean against the headboard. I got out my phone and checked my messages real quick.

Sammy: Yo Steve! I heard you got caught again! Haha

Stevie: M/n literally dragged me and held me down 😞

Canman: Shouldn't have made all those flashy moves, Rogers🤷

Stevie: I was just doing my job :(

Sammy: good luck with that 😂

Frosty paws: Says the one in my lap rn-

Big_angy: must be nice 😒

Zeus: I am coming my love💞

Big_angy: 💙

I huffed and grabbed one of the pillows and held it as I curled up. "Steve? I got something to make you feel better!" M/n said and carried in a tray. I looked over and saw some steak with rice and a slice of Apple pie that was heated and a scoop of Ice cream on top. "Aww. Thank you so much, Darling!" I said and took the tray. I tensed when he wiggled in behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "W-What are you going?" I asked. "What? I can't cuddle my favorite person?" He said smoothly in my ear. "N-No…I mean yes!" I sputtered. "Adorable~" He chuckled and nuzzled on my neck, pulling out his phone and watching a cat and dog compilation. I rolled my eyes playfully and continued eating my desert.

After a bit, I looked down to see what M/n was taking pictures of us. I blushed and pushed his phone away quickly. "What was that for?" I stuttered in a flustered manner. He laughed and closed his camera app. "Sorry. You just look so adorable when you're enjoying something." M/n said and smirked. I elbowed him lightly and went to get up. "Oh no you don't." He said and pulled me back in his lap. "Lemme get up! I gotta wash this!" this!" I whined. "I'll do it then." He said with a proud smirk and walked away.

Steve sat in silence as he heard distant water running. I took this time to curl up in his bed, wrapping the warm blankets around me to go to sleep. After a while M/n finished and went back upstairs. "Stevie! Do you wanna- oh…he's asleep…" M/n said. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the bed move from behind me and his arm wrapped around me. "Goodnight, Steve." He whispered and kissed me on the nape of my neck.

(Your p.o.v)

He looked so at ease now. The way his body was so relaxed now made me feel like I did my job well. He's just so obedient when it comes to me even if he doesn't notice that I notice. I love taking care of him. Steve is just such a wonderful boyfriend-

"Kiss me on the mouth!" He said suddenly. I jumped and blushed when he flipped around to face me. "Steve…of course." I said and caressed his face with my hand. I leaned in and kissed him softly. I could feel his face heating up against mine. We pulled away and I smirked at him with hazy eyes. He was squirming and avoiding eye contact.

"Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you'd like? I'm always willing to go further with you." M/n whispered to me. "Please~" He said with big desperate puppy eyes. "Of course, Love. Let me do all the work." I whispered and shimmed down further in the blankets. He gasped when I pulled off his shorts.

"M/n…" Steve breathed out. "I'll be gentle with you. I don't wanna make you any more sore than you already are…or maybe I do~" I smirked and pulled his cock out. I purred and sucked on the tip. He arched his back against the bedsheets and moaned softly. "G-Gosh M/n…ngh~" Steve moaned when I wiggled my finger into his tight hole. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs wider. "I-If you keep doing that I-I'll cum…!" Steve begged as his legs twitched.

I held his thigh with one hand and went down further on his cock, I moaned lightly and slowly put a second finger in his now wet hole. I grunted a bit when he came down my throat. "Yesss!!!" He let out a drawn out moan and fisted the blanket. He looked down and lifted the blanket up to look at me through his big chest. I opened my mouth at him and chuckled when his face turned even more red. I crawled up back to the surface and kissed him. He kissed back and hugged me. "You're so cute…" I whispered to him and pecked his lips.

I shimmied off my pants and took out the lube. I applied a generous amount on both of us to make sure I didn't hurt him. "Be a good boy and stay still." I growled and slowly eased my cock in his tight hole. He gasped and rolled his hips against me. I lightly slapped his thigh. "Sit still." I purred. He nodded and hid his face in a pillow. I slowly fucked into him. "Ooooh~ That feels so good~ Nghhhhhhh~" Steve whined. I touched his chest, squeezing and pinching his chesticles. "M/n! Please!" He begged quietly and let out another drawn out moan. "Fuuuck you feel so good~" I growled and went faster. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he arched his back. "Yes Yes Yes Right There!!!" He screamed. "You're going- ngh…to blow a fuse Babe." I groaned. He let out a moan of frustration and I went faster. I saw how desperate his cock was so I decided to ease his frustrations.

I jerked him off at my thrusting speed. He moaned loudly and hugged my hips with his legs. "Fuck baby!" I groaned and went faster. I cried out and came on his tummy. "M/N!!!" He cried out. I ceased all movement, panting and going to pull out. "W-Wait! Aren't you going to cum as well?" He asked suddenly. I smiled and caressed his sides. "I can deal with it later. I don't want to hurt you-" I started but he cut me off. "Then use my thighs. I wanna make you cum too!!" He said. My cock twitched at that idea. "Fuck…hell yeah…" He said and flipped on his side. I got behind him and immediantly fucked his thighs. They were thick and just as tight as his hole. I groaned loudly and hugged his body close to me. "C-Cumming…!" I cried out and came all over his thighs and my bed sheets.

"God you're so perfect…" I whispered and kissed him. He whimpered and turned back around to kiss me. "Only for you~" He teased with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and got out a rag and wiped our mess. "Wanna take a shower?" I asked. "Too tired…sleep…" He mumbled and buried himself back in the sheets. I giggled. Abit and kissed his neck. "My good boy~" I purred and coddled him. Little did we both know what the others were saying in a certain chat room.

Next up: Stephen Strange x Femboy!Male reader

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diakaoniii · 2 years

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— kou mukami

“I outdo any guy in this world. I am a wealthy and powerful vampire. Everyone loves me because I am a handsome and famous idol. In that case, who are you? You're just another face in the crowd that nobody pays attention to. You're a lowlife, and I won't shed a tear if you die.”

The things he spoke… broke your heart. The fact that the guy you love told you this hurt like hell. As he said that, he sent a demeaning glance in your direction.

He stared at you like you was a piece of trash.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you gazed at him. You tried to hold back the tears but you couldn't help it. You no longer wanted to be treated like an object in his eyes.

He consistently cannot grasp even basic concepts. He claims you no longer love him if you have casual conversations with other men.

At other times, he could be quite devastating. He was clearly a guy of two faces.

How thrilled is he that he broke your heart?

“Fufu, M-Neko-Chan, are you crying~? What an adorable little~…”

His once upbeat tone soured, and his once-amused eyes became cold and icy. Slowly, he encircled your delicate neck with his hands.

“I mean, you have every right to feel down. And even though you had a partner at the time, you still felt comfortable talking openly to a guy who wasn't me. Have you have fun?”

Your eyes enlarged, your chest tightened, and black dots appeared in front of your eyes. You put your little hands on his chest and attempted to push him away, but it didn't work.

After all, he was a vampire.

“Fufu, poor little cat, can't you breathe~? Good. This is your punishment. You should feel blessed that an idol like me is loved in a whore like you, who wags her tail at each guy who crosses her path.”

“K-Kou��”

In a fit of fear, you closed your eyes. It became impossible to make out what he was saying. Your body gradually loosened up, and you stopped fighting.

Then, without warning, he freed his hands from around your neck and you crashed to the floor.

You gulped deeply and then coughed fiercely. That's your hands up around your neck. A bruising on your soft neck was a certainty.

While coughing furiously, you gazed at Kou with horror; he gave you the disdainful glare.

“You should be grateful to me for loving a harlot as filthy, repulsive, and useless as you. I'm the only one who gives a damn about you.”

…

His disdainful expression and stern tone faded with a sigh. His old, upbeat self had returned.

“M-Neko-Chaan, you don't need to be so frightened~. I have no intention of eating you. I'm just a bit pissed off~.”

A grin spread over his face as he moved nearer you and gently stroked your chin and hair.

“Right, M-Neko-Chan~! Making a trip to the ice cream freezer seems like a good idea. I've heard there's a place opened nearby with delicious ice cream~!

He laughed as he gently brushed your tears away with his thumb and smiled at you.

You always forget the hurt he inflicted whenever he looks at you lovingly or touches you affectionately, such as when he kisses or embraces you.

The love of his kiss made you forget all about the harm he had done again.

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smittenbyvillains · 8 months

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DEAREST DESIRES (6)

WARNINGS: mention of abuse, possessive boys, dark themes in general

Over the next few days, you noticed a change in him. Remus was not himself and often tried to steal you away from any prying eyes. You obviously stopped him. After he knew about what Lucius did he was super protective. You barely have time for yourself. You groan as you wake up and get dressed going to the great hall for breakfast.

Later that day Remus came over to you and grabbed your arm. "Let's go to the meeting shall we?" He questioned but not really a question.

"What do you mean we?" You asked a bit nervous.

"We are going princess.... even if you don't like it. I am not letting him touch you." He growled lowly. He came with you and he was completely different like he was one of them. You sat between him and Lucius and there was clear tension. You had your head down the whole time until your name was called.

"Y/N." Voldemort said. "Do you understand why you are here?" He asked with a slight smirk. He was proud you were finally here even if you were forced.

"No... I don't." You replied. He raised an eyebrow at your disrespect.

"Oh, we will have a talk soon." He said with a sadist edge. You just looked down. That is when you noticed both Lucius and Remus had a hand on a thigh. When it was time after the meeting ended for you to return back it was chaos.

"Watch it, wolf boy.." Lucius said. "You are not stealing her away from me, I already claimed her." He said getting into Remus's face. Remus was unfazed.

"I know her better and she doesn't want you. She would rather want me." He snarled back. "Stay with your wife." He added and grabbed your hand roughly and started to drag you to flo out. Lucius quickly grabbed your wrist and started to pull you towards him. You had wide eyes being stuck between the two. They just stared at each other and you whimpered from the pain.

"STOP FIGHTING OVER ME. I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOU LATELY!!" You shouted. Everyone was in the room looking at the scene with slight smirks. Bellatrix came over.

"My my, aren't you really not that quiet." Bellatrix laughed darkly. "You are quite feisty..." She smirked. You looked at her wondering what she might do. She pulled your hands away from the boys that were fighting.

"Thank you.." You mumbled a bit nervously. You didn't know what the fuck to do anymore. You quickly headed to the fireplace and flo backed to your room.

Severus who had arrived back before anyone else was waiting for you looking concerned for you.

"How do you feel?" he asked. He looked down at your wrists and narrowed his eyes and gripped your wrists gently. "Who did this to you," he asked lowly.

"Remus.... and Lucius... they are fighting over me." You answered as tears flowed. He quickly and swiftly took you to the potions room so he could put some magical cream on the clear bruising. "Severus," you said softly. "I am scared," you said.

"I know and I am always here." He said with a tone that shown he was still so caring to you. He walked you back to your room. "If you need any help, call out for me." He said and lifted your hand before kissing it and walking out.

You sighed as you went into your room. Severus was so kind and it was a nice feeling compared to what has been happening. You got a shower and dressed for bed and lay in bed trying to sleep.

It was getting harder and harder to sleep. You wanted to cry though you couldn't. You were so restless that you got up and put a jacket on heading for a walk around the school. You noticed a teenager out and about at this time.

"Harry, why are you up? It's four a.m." You whispered proceeding up to him.

"I couldn't sleep." He whispered back, and you nodded.

"Nightmares?" You asked him to be quiet talking to him, and he nodded, which caused you to offer him to walk with you. You both talked. He asked curious questions about you, his parents, and their friends. You gladly answered, and you felt at peace.

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inncubus-honey · 1 year

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treating wounds with skz

a/n: hey sorry for being mia, but im back with an ot8 post before the next royal fic. these scenarios are not connected in any way and are written in different aus for each boy

tw: talks of open wounds, blood, gunshots and graphic death in jeongins part(let me know if i missed anything)

ot8 x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

bang chan- night after a full moon (werewolf au):

bruises were lightning down his back, mainly focused on his shoulder blades. darker than the rest, while others just blotted around.

"are they as bad as last time?" his eyes met mine as i came around to his front, his normally deep voice that echoed just barely came out as a whisper this time, it was more hoarse than normal. i dabbed cream to the corner of his lips; he always has some cuts on or around lips after a transformation.

after chan transforms back, he always comes home with new bruises and scars. thankfully, they're not as bad as last time. in the woods, there were hunter traps set up. chan thankfully only got caught in a net trap, but when one hunter cut the rope, he had bruised ribs for a week.

"no. just those bruises on your back and scratches here and there." he gave a slight hiss as i started rubbing in the cream on his lip. so i placed a gentle kiss onto his jaw; one hand came up my cheek to which chan then buried himself into my neck.

chan just rested himself on my neck. i dont blame him, i would do the same if once a month my body contorted in the most extreme ways a human body can. now chan is just bearing with me as i fix him up, but its better than going to bed now and waiting till morning to clean him up.

"wanna go to bed early, wolfie?" my hand came up this time and i played his soft curls as they faded into a dull blue.

"please..." he pleaded softly into my skin. giving him another kiss on his forehead, i laid chan down on his side of the bed. making sure his wounds didnt hurt as he moved or that he wasnt lying on them. leaving the room, i went to the kitchen and got some water and pain pills for the morning.

changing into my pjs of choice, i gently climbed into bed and hugged chans back. then we were brought into the sweet arms of sleep.

minho- kitchen accident:

it did feel a little bad to laugh at minho as he pouted next to me. his glare looked like a cat getting a bath, just staring down the members.

"minho hyung, we're sorry! please forgive us!" han and hyunjin crowded minho. their faces contorted into worry as i bandaged his hand.

hyunjin and han decided to pop confetti cannons for minho because they thought he was so cute as mc today.

bad part was minho was cutting vegetables which caused him to slice his palm. thankfully it's not deep nor requires stitches which is why i am bandaging it now.

"minho hyung say something please! even if you yell at us, just say something!" hyunjin pleaded at his feet, han coping the action, their hands in the prayer position.

"...next time make sure no one is holding a sharp object before you let confetti cannons, you idiots." his voice was stern, but he didnt sound too angry with the boys.

i gave a slight chuckle at what i was watching go down, minho turned to me with a slight glare. i focused back down on his hand and put a safety pin in to keep the wrap together.

"we're so sorry again, hyung! we'll be super duper careful next time!" then like the kids they are, they ran off do whatever now.

"you're like a grumpy uncle to them whenever chans not here." he brought his hand into his lap as i went to the kitchen and cleaned what mess was left there.

"does that make you a cute and sweet aunt to them?" i could hear the smirk in his voice as i washed the cutting board. looking back, he did have his signature smirk which made my cheeks hotter than before.

"i suppose so, uncle."

his non-injured hand came around my waist as he left little kisses to the nape of my neck.

i got the vegetables out and started cutting them again.

"i suppose so, aunty."

changbin- after a battle:

his armor sat on the chair, his claymore standing tall against it. i brought the pitcher from the dresser over the bowl on the nightstand. changbin rested on his back, thankfully no major injuries there.

diagonally across his chest from the valley of pecks ending below his left peck by two or three inches.

"has the medicine helped at all?" dipping a rag into the warm water, ringing it out and dabbing it gently across the wound it went from stark white to a pick tint.

changbin hissed and gave a muffled groan at the contact. he looked over my eyes and held contact as i cleaned his wound.

"better, not by much...but seeing my love after weeks without their beautiful eyes, warm smile or comforting touch i would never need any medicine again..."

fluttering smiles came along with avoided eye contact, changbin always knew how to bring my heart into my throat. i moved with light movements to clean his wound, changbin letting out hisses and groans every now and then.

i gave him my free hand to hold as i finished up with cleaning.

"i'm almost done, my dear. but soon then i'll have to start on stitches..." changbin gave my hand a hard squeeze as i moved to get the needles and thread.

"can i get a kiss after every stitch, darling?"

leaning over, i pressed my lips to his slightly dry ones. his callused hand cupped my jaw, bringing me closer to him; as much he could with his wound between us.

"your wish is my command, love."

hyunjin- after a surgery:

"y/n-this is the worst part...." walking with a bowl of warm water and a little bit of soap, hyunjin starting groaning and tried moving away from it as much as he could without hurting himself.

"i know, love. its only a couple of days until the doctor allows you to take a shower fully." sitting next to him, hyunjin grumbled to himself on his phone as i started moving the blanket and his shirt away from the stitches.

ringing out the cloth given to us by the doctor for the stitches, i lightly dabbed the area to keep it clean. glancing between hyunjin and my hand as i cleaned, i made sure not to make any rough movements on the stitching and causing more discomfort for hyunjin.

“i must look so gross for you, huh?” hyunjin rubbed his face with a whine. i felt myself frown at his discomfort because of his situation, i would feel the same way if i had to wait a week for a shower. when i got an idea to help him with this feeling. i told him i’ll be right back and went to the bathroom and brought in a chair for him to sit on as i would wash hair and face without getting his wound wet.

“hyunjin, lovebug, do you think you can stand up for me?”

“um yeah, but what for, y/n?” i grabbed his hands and gently pulled him up as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed while being mindful of his wound as he bent over on it.

“i think i have a way to wash your hair and face without getting your wound wet.” i wrapped plastic wrap around the incision to keep it dry. i got to work on cleaning his hair and face for him, hums of content as he has not been able to lift his arms above his head in a week.

10 minutes later, hyujins upper body is clean and hes back in bed now with a clean wound and clean hair.

han- falling off a skateboard:

“babe, this trick is for you!” han pointed towards me as i sat on the bench with seungmin. looking over at him, he got a running start towards the quarter and half pipe with changbin and chan cheering him on behind him. it was an autumn night in seoul; han, i and his friends were at an empty skatepark.

han grabs his board and pulls a cool 1260 flip of it and i felt a slight blush as he winked at me, i heard seungmin fake gag to my right. but upon landing his flipped underneath him shooting him forward and he rolled a couple feet.

“hannie!” jumping to my feet, i start racing towards him with changbin and chan coming from the other side, dropping their boards. carefully, i placed a hand on his shoulder as he sat up from his tumble.

“han, are you okay? that was a nasty fall…” chan also looked at han as he held his face in hands. he looked up and slowly removed his hands to only show the bottom half of his face covered in blood.

“oh shit, thats a lot of blood. hold on, bubs i have napkins in my bag.” quickly i ran over to where i was sitting, bringing it back with me over to the boys. chan and changbin did their best to control his bleeding as I dug around my clustered bag.

“found them! gently press them against your nose and tilt your head forward baby.” han slowly moved his hands, some blood dripping onto the concrete as he made sure not to get anymore on his clothes. a little bit had gotten on his shirt when he initially sat up, one i had given to him for his birthday and i think he felt bad.

“i have water in my car, ill help him clean up over there.” chan and changbin nodded, helping me stand han up. when we get over to my car, i grabbed my water bottle and poured it over the blood staining his cheeks and mouth.

“are you okay, hannie?” he could finally talk now that he had no blood in his mouth. he took some napkins and dried off his mouth.

“did you like my trick tho?” stopping in my tracks, i looked up at han with wide eyes as his puppy eyes glanced back at me.

“babe, you just busted your nose and had what looked like half a liter of blood on your face and thats what you’re worried about?” his eyes got bigger before answering with a pout pursing his lips.

“yes! i was only worried you thought that it sucked cause i busted up my face…” he mumbled as he peered up at me through his hair. letting out a soft chuckle and carefully moving the hair from his eyes, i pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“i thought it was cute that you dedicated a trick to me, but i hate seeing you hurt. i know its your not fault you got hurt, but i still get worried.” i cupped his adorable quokka cheeks in my hands as he gave a toothy grin at my words.

“i love you, y/n..” it came out as a whisper.

gently i kissed him busted lips.

“i love you, han..”

felix- scraped knee:

“hurry up y/n, you slowpoke!” felix dragged on my arm as we walked towards the arcade, an iced americano in one hand while his other was in mine. i held my drink in my other free hand at a slow pace to his favorite place.

“luvs, its around the block, we’re in no rush to play games.” he huffed, making duck lips with a pout and reluctantly came back into my side. i hooked my elbow through his as we made our way down the sidewalk.

“plus, its so pretty outside today. we have a nice walk to the arcade before we have a day of playing games until the sun goes down, bokkie.” a little nudge of my arm into his caused me to sigh and nod into my shoulder.

“Is there anything you’re looking forward to playing when we get there?” his chest rumbled against my shoulder as i thought about it.

“either ddr or crane games. i hope i can get at least one stuffed animal before we leave.” felix rolled his eyes and groaned, jokingly, as i elbowed him in his ribs.

“well, you always play beat saber or shooting games, mr. bokkie.” felix let go of my arm and let out a gasp at my accusation. putting his hand over chest in a dramatic way then moving them to his hip.

“i dont always play beat saber or shooting games y/n…i also the driving games.” he stated then took a sip of his drink. covering my mouth as i laughed at his dramatic actions. rounding the corner with felix was on the side towards the street. he would never let be on the streetside cause he would always say ‘then i would push you out the way and we could have our kdrama moment.’ then i would just roll my eyes at his cheesiness.

but as we turned, felix tripped causing his drink to spill, but also he was wearing shorts as it was spring his knees were all scraped up now.

“felix, are you okay luvs?” he hopped up onto the bench behind him as i looked for napkins in my bag. a few blood trails traveled down his legs as we both looked at them, his drink long forgotten melting into the sidewalk.

“yeah, just a scrape. but i spilled my drink…” he mumbled while looking at his knees. looking around for a cafe where i can grab napkins real quick.

“ill buy you another drink in a bit, but i want to get this cleaned up first. im gonna quickly get some napkins, dont move babe.”

jogging back to where felix was, i gently pressed them to his knees and used the water i had in my bag to clean up the dried blood. standing up from the ground, i held my hand to felix. confused, he looked up back to me.

“lets you another drink then go to the arcade, luvs.” a smirk appeared on his face and took his hand in mine as we walked to the cafe i got the napkins from.

“thank you, y/n. even though its just some scrapes on my knees, thank you. i love you.” he pecked my cheek as we entered.

“no problem, bokkie. i know you would do it for me as well.”

seungmin- escaping the enemy (fantasy au):

seungmins tight grip on my hand pulled through the burning fields. his other hand held his sword out in front of him to defeat anyone in front of us. wind whipped past my ears as his ebony locks flew off his forehead showing his stern, but boyish face that sent my heart skipping beats.

“this way, y/n! into the forest, we’ll lose them there!” he guided us to the treeline, my legs were screaming for break, but they were right on our tail. i couldn’t slow seungmin down and risk us getting caught, so i had to push forward and ignore the pain in my legs and lungs. arrows raining into the ground as they just barely missed us upon the emerald painting of trees.

the field was painted like a sunset with the fire that was roaring from the enemies arrows. gods, we didn’t even have a minute to process what happened; we had to keep moving to the castle.

“seungmin! seungie, i can’t breathe…” it was either from the smoke or from running for so long and far, i couldn’t tell. coughing into my arm caused seungmin to look back and for us to finally slow down.

“j-just a minute, please…i think we lost them anyway.” taking deep breaths to control it better, i finally got a good look at seungmin and how he was faring in all of this. his left arm was bleeding at the shoulder and seeping into the white fabric of his shirt.

“seungmin, you’re bleeding! we need to treat this before it gets in-!” cutting me off was seungmin pulling me into a bush and clamping a gloved hand over my mouth. he pressed me into his chest as we saw an enemy rider wander past our hiding spot.

i felt seungmins heart beat violently against his ribs as he sandwiched us together. soon the rider left our spot and disappeared behind the flames which lead seungmin to let out a breath.

“s-seungmin..you c-can let go now..” i whispered, not daring to speak normally at this moment. seungmin locked our eyes back together. i think i saw the apples of his cheeks dust with a pink before he slowly released his grip on my body to his.

“forgive me, my liege.” tearing his gaze from mine to the forest floor. looking back at his left arm, it looked like it was still bleeding. so i grabbed the dagger hidden in my boot and took it to the bottom of my flowy shirt, cutting a strip.

“y/n, what are you doing? you’ll ruin-” seungmin reached his arm out to stop, but i was done before he could stop me.

“its just a shirt, seungmin. i can get a hundred more like it if i asked father.” i pulled seungmin closer by his outstretched arm and went to his left arm.

“its a scratch, y/n. i can worry-” he stopped himself when i tightened it around the wound.

“but you are injured. i dont like seeing you injured, seungmin.” glancing at him through my lashes, i saw the same dusting back and i fought back a smile at this moment.

“now lets worry about finding a way back to the castle.” seungmin only nodded and gave my hand a squeeze; he started leading us through the woods with smiles etched into our faces.

jeongin- pistol whipped (cod/military au):

gabes men held the boys and i by our arms as he spoke with a stupid smirk on his face, guns pointed into everyones backs. one false move and you're dead.

“the world will only benefit from the mission going wrong! you're all either against me or with me! if you are with me, step forward and you will forgiven for your transgressions!” we all shared looks between each other as no one moved.

“your stupid plan isnt going to work, gabe! the only one benefitting from your plan is you. you've just conned these poor soldiers into doing your dirty work.” all our eyes moved to jeongin as he spoke up before anyone else could. gabe glared hard at the youngest boy, nodding towards the man behind him.

jeongin was brought forward to gabes feet, chan and I gave each other panicked looks as he pulled a gun on jeongin. shouts and cries came from the other boys as we all tried to rush to his side.

“no don't! gabe if you fucking touch him-”

“if i touch him, you’ll do nothing cause then i’ll actually kill him y/n.” jeongin looked back at me, worry shown in his eyes but also gave a nod showing that it was okay. standing down from gabe, jeongin turned back to him only to be met with his pistol.

jeongin jerked to the side from the force, gabe forced him back to look at him with a tight grip on his jaw with blood splattered across the side of a truck as he pulled away. i saw blood dripping from the barrel of gabes gun as he raised it again to hit the other side of jeongins jaw, slightly moving forward only to be pulled back by the man holding me.

“its for the greater good that you all be stopped! so i can bring-!” a bullet entered his head before he could finish; blood moved down his face and soaked into his gear as the gun dropped from his grasp. his body dropped like a sack of flour as everyone trained their eyes to the direction of the bullet.

changbin held out a handgun with the man that was holding him dead behind him on the ground. this shot everyone into action and started fighting the remaining gabes men. i head-butted the man holding my wrist and grabbed his gun from the hostler, shooting him in the chest twice before rushing over to jeongin who held his head down.

“are you okay, jeongin? is anything broken?” gently, i cupped his jaw and moved his face to look up at me. blood pooled onto my hands from his jaw, coughing up blood into his hands before fully looking at me. his big brown eyes gazing into mine which made my heart flatter a bit at the bit.

“im fine, lune. are you? they didn't hurt you too badly, did they?” carefully, i looked at his nose to make sure its not broken. thankfully, it was not broken and i pulled out my handkerchief for his nose.

“no, im fine. i just got so scared for you when gabe pulled out the gun on you. don’t sacrifice yourself in the future or else i’ll kill you myself, you stupid fox.” pulling jeongin off the ground and into a jeep with the boys. jeongin chuckled at my statement which made me pout.

“noted, my lune. also that adorable pout of yours makes me really if you really are a cold, hearted sniper.” he nibbled at the shell of my ear. i gave a light punch to the shoulder as i pulled out the med kit from the back of the jeep and go to work on properly cleaning up jeongin.

“but for real, don’t be a hero and always put yourself in harms way. i-we need you; the boys would miss their youngest member.” i cleaned up the blood around his mouth, his eyes bore into mine as the car jumped and threw us around.

“i’ll try not to in the future, lune. i know how much you miss me.” he smirked at the slip up i made earlier.

leaning down, he pressed a kiss softly to my lips and I kissed back. chan drove us to the next meeting spot where captain price was waiting for us to figure out what was going on.

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #x reader #gn reader #honey writings

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wordborne · 11 months

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All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. WARNING: 18+ CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 /8

It was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Jerome was on your bed, forearm draped over his eyes to shield the little light that passed through the window’s thin curtains. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even turn his head when you approached him, hovering over him, brows furrowed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’m tired.” He replied, the words coming from somewhere deep inside his chest, throat rasping with every syllable that came out of his mouth. It was so unlike him to be like that, lying completely still, looking alive only because his chest kept steadily rising and falling with every deep breath he took.

Jerome didn’t get tired. You’d seen him jumping, and slicing, and shooting, and doing a million things at once, mind going a mile a minute. Scheming. Laughing. Never like this. Never so… vulnerable.

It was a stupid idea, but what were you supposed to do? Say ‘ok’ and bid him goodnight when the tiredness seemed to seep out of his bones? He wasn’t being himself. He wasn’t the Jerome you knew. Your Jerome, said that little voice at the back of your head. The stubborn one that you’d locked in a part of your brain designated as Arkham that kept breaking out when it pleased. A little sigh escaped your lips when you dropped the armful of containers on the bed, the clinking and clanking making Jerome turn ever so slightly in their direction as you firmly straddled his lap- or, rather, his stomach. “What are you doing?” He croaked, taking his arm off his eyes to study you. “What makes me feel a little less shitty after a rough day.” You replied, rearranging everything in order for easier access. “Have you ever been to spa?” “Can’t you tell?” He answered drily, making a waving motion at his face. “Don’t be an asshole.” He didn’t flinch when you slapped his shoulder, only stared as you opened a little tube and squeezed a good amount of product on your fingers. “What’s that?” “Eye cream.” He snorted, and earned a pointed glare. “Just trust me.” You said, softer this time, ignoring the way Jerome’s eyes were boring into your face as you applied the cream with featherweight touches under his eyes. He hadn’t slept in a while, and it wouldn’t get rid of the dark circles, but it was something. Then, you applied some oils. Moisturizer. Asked him to open his mouth to apply a much-needed sugar scrub on his lips that he ended up licking away. “Don’t fucking eat that.” “It’s sugar.” “Sugar, chemicals and your nasty dead skin.” Jerome shrugged. “I’ve had worse things in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the moisturizer again to put a heavy dollop on the drier areas of his face. His eyes were on you, switching from your hand to your face, letting out a puff of hot air when you coaxed him to ease the frown on his face with your thumbs, lingering a little too much on his skin before tracing the freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. “You used to be handsome.” “Still am.” “Nah, don’t think so. I liked the innocent boy I saw on TV back in the day.” “So, pretty boys are your type?” “No, not pretty boys.” You said, and gently slid one of your hands down his cheek. That had been enough to flip the switch. Your back was on the mattress now with Jerome on top of you, right hand on your throat, left forearm beside your head. “No, they aren’t. You like the ones who can wrap their hands around your neck and still make you feel safe.” He punctuated the last four words by tightening his grip, making your breath hitch. It wasn’t painful. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t meant to bruise. It was just there. Existing. Letting you know he could do it. But he wouldn’t. And you didn’t panic. Didn’t try to pry his hands off. He was right. In that little corner of the world, nothing else mattered but his hands on you. Their warmth. How it spread from your cheeks all the way down. How he pushed you as a warning when you tried to kiss him.

“Ah-ah. We are doing it my way.” His lips crashed against yours. It was messy. It was rough. A mix of bruised lips, teeth and tongues trying to follow a frantic rhythm as you worked on unbuttoning his shirt before stopping halfway through and going towards the zipper of his pants. You needed him. And you needed him now. He yanked your bottoms off, underwear included, and tossed them over his shoulder, forever lost in the darkness of the room. You were wet already, and you saw him grin when his fingers tentatively touched you. “You like it.” The stretch burned when he entered you, and he cooed when you shut your eyes, feeling the pain turn into pleasure when he started moving his hips, angling you the way he liked it. “You love me.” His grip on your hip was bruising now and would leave a purple mark that said he’d been there. That you’d called out his name. Begged. Pleaded for more, and he was more than happy to give it to you rough and hard. Now you were on top, his hips snapping up with every downward stroke. And there it was. That sparkle in his eyes as he helped you down. And, maybe, it was dumb. And silly. And he’d leave. But you laid down on his chest, arms on either side of him, stopping when he tried to fuck into you. “Let me.” You whispered, wanted a sliver of control. Just once. Just to show him how much you cared. How you cared. He caved, hands still on your hips, the purple already forming. But you went slow. Stopped when he tried to rush it. And then, kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. Moving your body at the same leisured pace until he got what you wanted, lips in tune with the thrusts. And it felt so good. To be so in sync. Enjoying the moment. Tasting him in your mouth. Feeling him in your bones. Time seemed to stop, but the pleasure never ended. It took you higher and higher to know Jerome could care like this. That, maybe, that boy from the news was still there, somehow, craving this. Craving you in ways he didn’t allow himself to. He came hard after you did, riding off the waves of pleasure as he throbbed inside you. And now he was looking at you like that again. Like you were the mismatched piece of a puzzle.

He laughed, head thrown back into the pillows, breathing hard, a thin layer of sweat coating his body.

“I don’t get you.”

“You like it.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. Then, on his temple, a whisper only half-meant to be heard. “You love me.”

#Gotham #Gotham TV #Jerome Valeska #Jerome #Jerome Valeska/Reader #Jerome/Reader #Fanfiction #my stuff

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bouncehousedemons · 1 year

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Friðill

This was created for the winter solstice event hosted by @vikingsevents for the prompt furs.

570 word drabble below the cut. Explicit smut. 18+. Pairing: Siggy x Rollo.

GIF by @underragingwaves

Siggy shivers, pulling the furs higher and tighter around herself to block out the chill as she nestles deeper into the bed. She is unsure if it is still night or early morning, all she knows is that the hour is late, for it is still dark when Rollo eventually stumbles to bed.

She stiffens upon feeling his presence settle next to her. She is desperate to be angry with him, however, her resolve crumbles upon feeling one of his large hands begin to paw at her hip and waist.

“Go to sleep” she commands, bidding the smile from her voice, “You are drunk.”

“I am not”, he grumbles, “Just a man in want of his woman.”

He pushes the furs from her to begin slipping off her night dress and she gasps, the freezing air immediately turning her skin to gooseflesh.

“Rollo!” she shrieks, “It is cold, put the furs back on me!”

He barks out a laugh, it rumbles through his broad chest and she feels it reverberate along her spine as he continues to press against her. “You will not need the furs to keep you warm when you have me.” Yet he complies, pulling them over the both of them so they are swaddled together.

Siggy melts into his touch as he hand travels from the dip of her hip, across her ribs and between the valley of her breasts, before gently grabbing her jawline and tilting her face towards his.

She hums contentedly as he kisses her. Open mouthed, messy and tasting of ale. Yes, he is definitely drunk, but she is past the point of no return. Too dizzied by lust to care.

As he hoists her leg over his by the crook of her knee, she arches her back, reveling in the feel of his flanged head pressed against her slick folds.

Rollo keeps a steadying hold of her by both her hip and her throat as he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in her warmth.

She smiles to herself. The proverbial cat that got the cream as he groans lowly in her ear. It is in these moments that she is happiest with Rollo. There is no worry, no conflict, they are simply two people enjoying each other. Lovers.

She giggles playfully, pushing back to meet his thrusts. The force of his grip on her hip will surely leave bruises, but she is too wrapped up in the heady feeling of the push and pull to pay the pain any mind.

Rollo’s skin is scorching against hers and she is beginning to think he may have been right about them not needing the furs after all. A sharp snap of Rollo’s hips against hers and the thought is lost.

He swallows her moans with greedy kisses as she comes apart around him and he is not far behind her. They lay together afterwards and she can sense him everywhere. His arms around her. His scent filling her nostrils. The space and weight of him in the bed.

“I love you” Siggy longs to say, the words sit restlessly on the tip of her tongue, yet she holds them back. Now is not the time. There is no need to add weight to a moment that is already perfect.

Warm and safe and sated under the weight of both Rollo and the furs, all thoughts of the cold are long gone. She sleeps.

#vikings #siggy #rollo #siggy x rollo #rollo x siggy #vikingswinter #vikingsevents #winter solstice #prompt: furs

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pixiedustandpetrichor · 1 year

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For the @sapphicnovember prompt: Rain

Very much a rare pair, I know, but I had an idea that I just had to write

beneath the cut for mentions of domestic abuse

Come in With the Rain

It is raining when Mary Macdonald first arrives at number four Privet Drive. Petunia likes to think that the raindrops are tears, in honor of Lily. When she answers the door she vaguely recognizes Macdonald from summers when Lily would invite her friends over, and from Lily’s wedding. She takes a moment, just a moment, to admire the way the raindrops don’t touch Macdonald, swerving around her with some sort of magic. It reminds her of herself; the way she won’t let the tears touch her, won’t let herself cry.

Macdonald glares at her and asks fiercely.

“Where’s the boy?”

Petunia knows she’s a witch, and she’ll find her way in anyway, so she leads her into the house, wondering what Vernon will think. She opens the door to the cupboard beneath the stairs, revealing the tears stained boy within.

“You keep him in a closet?” Macdonald asks. Petunia can feel the air around them crackling with magic and she flinches. She hates the feel of magic.

“I-” Petunia mutters softly. “Vernon insisted.”

Something in the way she says it catches Macdonald’s attention.

“You always do what your husband tells you to?”

Petunia bristles.

“Of course! I am a dutiful wife.” If not a good one, finishes her mind. But that isn’t her fault. It’s just that Vernon Dursley will never be enough for her. No man will.

Macdonald bites her lip, studying her, but she seems to think better of whatever she was going to say.

“I’m taking the boy.”

“You can’t!” Petunia protests, loud enough that Dudley awakes upstairs and begins to cry. “You can’t.” She repeats in a normal tone, and then she outlines the rules of the magical protection around the boy.

Macdonald wavers, but eventually she leaves with the solid threat that she’ll be back.

It is raining the second time Macdonald shows up, but this time Petunia thinks the sky doesn’t cry for Lily. She selfishly imagines it cries for her. But she’s done her makeup, smoothing pale cream over purple, and so she answers the door with a pasted on smile.

This time they sit in the living room, and Macdonald holds Harry and Petunia holds Dudley and Petunia can almost pretend this is normal.

Macdonald comes at least once a week now, but always when it’s raining, and the rest of the time Petunia can pretend that she is just a figment of her imagination; a spirit she created to deal with her own loneliness. They’ve become friends, now, sort of, though Petunia still calls her Macdonald and Macdonald insists on calling her Evans. Petunia prefers it to Dursley, though she’ll never admit it.

She always knocks and waits at the door, until one day when she appears directly in the hallway. Petunia shrieks and jumps backward before recognizing her. She raises her hands up to cover her face, but it’s too late. Macdonald sees, and her mouth drops open.

“What the hell’s going on up there?” Vernon calls. He’s still angry about Petunia moving Harry to the guest bedroom, but she can’t bring herself to regret that decision. She’s grown fond him, and his little bursts of magic don’t remind her of her complicated, never resolved relationship with her sister anymore, but of the quiet mornings and afternoons spent with Macdonald.

Petunia raises a finger to her lips and puts on her best calm voice.

“Nothing, dear.”

A few moments later, the door slams. Distantly, she can hear the car start up and drive away. Only then does Macdonald speak.

“He did this to you?”

Petunia knows the bruise around her eye is puffy and that there’s a scrape on her cheek. It probably looks really bad to an outsider. She was on her way to put on her makeup when Macdonald arrived unannounced.

Petunia turns away, gazing out the window at the gently falling rain, and thinks she should have known.

“Only sometimes,” She’s disgusted by how meek her voice sounds. “Only when he’s had a bad day, or I don’t do something right. It’s not a big thing.”

“Petunia.” Her name sounds so precious coming from Macdonald. She never knew it could be so beautiful. “Look at me,” It’s a request, not a command, and she turns around to see that Macdonald’s eyes are filled with tears. Macdonald raises her hand to cup Petunia’s uninjured cheek, and Petunia freezes, heart beating loudly in her ears. Without taking her eyes from hers, Macdonald raises her wand and traces it gently across her face. Petunia can feel the pain fade, the cut stitching itself. A tear slips from Macdonald’s eye, a perfect little raindrop, and Petunia decides she doesn’t hate the feeling of magic after all.

She can feel it now, crackling the air with anticipation rather than anger now. She is poised on a precipice, feeling as though the rain and wind might sweep her away at any moment. Macdonald leans in-

Petunia turns away.

Macdonald is so, so good, and Petunia thinks it will be a while yet before she’s worthy of her, if she ever will be.

Macdonald stands with her mouth parted, watching her, for just a moment, but she gathers herself quickly.

“We need to go. I’m taking you away from this place, from him.”

“I can’t-”

“I’m taking Harry away from him.”

“Alright.” Petunia’s strength leaves her and she nods.

“Get Dudley and your things and meet me down stairs,” Macdonald tells her, and then she’s gone, a trace of her perfume hanging about the hall.

Petunia doesn’t have much in things; everything she wants to take fits easily in a suitcase along with Dudley’s favorite toys.

Dudley’s in his crib, fast asleep, one hand curled beneath a chubby cheek. He looks so perfect that Petunia’s heart aches. She feels a sudden rush of certainty. This is the right thing to do; to raise Dudley away from Vernon and his influence.

He wakes when she picks him up, burbling happily up at her.

“We’re going on an adventure,” She tells him, bouncing him on her hip. He smiles, oblivious, and she realizes he’ll never remember any of this when he’s older. And that might be a good thing.

Downstairs, Macdonald is waving her wand about the room, holding Harry close with her other hand.

“Ready, Evans?” She asks when Petunia steps into the room.

“Ready, Mary.” She replies, and Mary beams. Together, they walk to the door. “What were those spells for?”

“Curses, mostly, and a few so that he won’t try to find you.”

“What kind of curses?” She asks, filled with a sudden, bitter, righteous need for revenge.

“A lot of kinds; but for now let’s just say his dick won’t be standing on its own without a crutch anytime soon. Or ever.”

And Petunia laughs in spite of herself. She grabs Mary’s hand and they step out into the pouring rain, droplets caressing their faces like kisses, or tears. Mary holds her hand tightly and suddenly they’re teleporting away, free as the wind and the rain.

#mary macdonald #petunia evans #hp fanfic #baby harry potter #good petunia evans #my writing #cw domestic abuse #sapphic november #pre slash #this is terribly written but I didn’t have much time so it’ll be fine…

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.

𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.

“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth

there’s no doubt about it.

but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.

he’s grown up quite a bit since high school

and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.

a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth

“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”

you know you’ve made a mistake

he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked

“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“

“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”

would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it

only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go

or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit

he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry

“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“

“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”

yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.

“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”

“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“

doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm

happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his

and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva

he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout

“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop

“good girl.”

the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin

“much better now, right?”

you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment

“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”

“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”

prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs

takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training

and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”

he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity

he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.

blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips

“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—��

but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact

now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart

always putting your enjoyment above his

but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses

you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.

and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.

yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.

at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.

the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth

when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night

takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”

degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.

“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”

you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover

panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy

kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved

but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway

“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”

hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you

“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”

spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can

and don’t even get me started on his size kink

lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego

“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”

his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs

“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“

“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“

cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises

and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers

“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “

“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

he secretly loves it when you get like this

while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers

pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted

“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”

his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased

sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch

“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast

“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”

dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow

he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.

“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”

keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly

“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”

taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top

his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare

“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”

you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off

but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...

“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”

“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear

“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”

“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”

you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body

marking is an absolute must

keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs

dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn

you can thank his quirk for that

they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs

meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon

the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy

they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance

dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.

not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?

keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs

“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”

you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little

the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.

which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.

𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:

let me tell you a thing or two about shota.

he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.

between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games

so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing

he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress

aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature

so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent

he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week

which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand

it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again

and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work

“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”

that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache

was he really not paying attention to you?

but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense

steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail

beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower

you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.

“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”

he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp

“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”

“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”

“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”

now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.

on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end

so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?

you lose, though that was to be expected

and shota couldn’t be happier about it

now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit

honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.

he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point

bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.

“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“

“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”

he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is

but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you

“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”

is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.

he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting

only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush

also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you

“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”

oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #aizawa x reader #deku smut #bakugo smut #dabi smut #hawks smut #aizawa smut #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kittybutmakeitferal #thanks once again for 1k you nasties!

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loveaffaire · 3 years

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Hiii I hope you’re doing great :) lmao can u do a really sweet & fluffy first kiss(w/ Peter) nose boops, lips grazing at first, soft, shyness on both ends, everything omfg I’m such a hopeless romantic😭)

Kiss A Little More

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: None, just FLUFF!

Word count: 1k+

A/N: You’re my first request 🥺 plus I love this idea, I hope you like it!

You were walking fast through the school halls at 9:15am, you were so late for your precious physics class. You really didn’t want to go to Ms.Lawten’s class but you were already lacking behind and she already didn’t like you very much, you didn’t want to do anything to put fuel to the fire so you decided to go.

So here you were basically sprinting across the hall to get to class, your ballet flats quietly screeching across the hard floor. As you turned to the left, you being your clumsy self, tripped over your own feet.

But you didn’t fall as you felt your body twisting in the opposite direction, before you could hit your head on the floor, your body was pulled to someone's hard chest with the help of something sticky on your left hand.

You looked up in a daze as everything happened a little too fast. There he was, Peter, with one of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand taking the webs off your hand as he looked at you with concern. A smile spread across your face.

“Why are you running in the hall, you could have hurt yourself” he said as he looked at your face for any sign of pain.

“I’m late for my class” that’s all you said as you looked at his face, a bruise on his cheek from last night.

Some new villain in town thought it was a good time to cause ruckus on a school night. You were there and so was Peter, it was your first date and you both were getting ice cream. Peter was quick to react as the second you heard the loud noise, you had looked back at Peter, only to see his clothes on the floor.

Peter had told you that he’s Spider-Man long ago. You’ve been close friends for years and you knew it was coming as he’d always disappear at random times and you were suspicious. One day you had asked about it and Peter was tired of lying to you so he just straight up told you that he was Spider-Man.

Even though the villain was strong with all his magical powers, Spider-Man still won the fight (obviously) and it was all over the news. You really thought Peter wouldn’t show up today but here he was, holding onto you like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing here, Peter? You should be resting after last night” you said as you held his face in your warm hands, your physics class long forgotten.

“I was worried uh. . . about you after last night” he pulled you in the corner scanning the corridor to check if anyone was there.

He kept his hand on the back of your head as he pressed your body to the wall. He was so close and you could feel his heart beating against his chest.

“I’m okay, Peter” you whispered looking at his lips briefly as you gripped his flannel shirt in your hands. Oh he was really really close.

You knew why he was worried. You knew it so damn well. You had been so close to that accident, he was worried that you could have gotten hurt. Or something worse.

“You were just so close to the incident I-“

Peter cut himself short as he scanned your face, he was so out of breath looking at you. You looked so beautiful with your hair up in a ponytail, some strands falling in your face and your lips red with some lip balm.

“I just got worried that you’ll get hurt while I was busy fighting off some stupid old man who thinks he’s entitled to control the world for whatever reason and-“

You were looking at his face all this time, the way he looked so concerned, the way he cared for you and how he wasn’t scared to admit that he cared.

You cut him short this time by putting your hands on the sides of his face as you pulled his face close, your lips brushing on his to calm him down.

“But I’m okay, Peter” you whispered as he closed his eyes, his cheeks turned warm under your skin.

You pulled back slightly, forehead still touching, “are you okay?” you asked, suddenly feeling shy about what you just did and how close you were to him at this moment.

“I’m okay. . . now.” Peter said as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensations. Even though he caught you minutes ago and you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet now, he was still gripping on your body, holding you so tight with your feet slightly off the ground.

“Can I- uh kiss you? Want to k- kiss you so bad” he stammered on his words, he felt so shy asking you for a kiss but he wanted it so bad.

“We just- we didn’t get to kiss last night because you know I flew you home instead of walking you home,” Peter laughed nervously, “and we never got to finish our- um our date so-“

“Shh” you said as you gently pressed your fingertips on his thin, soft lips. You nudged the tip of your nose to his.

“Kiss me” you whispered as your thumb brushed across the bruise on his cheek.

Peter wasted no time as he pressed his lips to yours in an innocent kiss. Bodies pressed so close, not a silver of air could get through. You both felt the heat spread across your cheeks as you hummed against his lips.

“I wanted to do this so bad last night” he mumbled as you felt his hot breath on your face. You giggled as his cheeks turned rosy.

You kissed him again, this one was slightly longer, laced with want and so much love. You flinched as you heard the loud sound of the bell signaling for the second period.

Peter quickly clasped his palms over your ears to protect you from the loud noise and kissed the top of your nose, his face still pressed to yours.

He was clingy like that and you liked it. You really loved how he always wanted to be touching you and how he wouldn’t let go of you. He adored you and you had no problem with the way he showed you that.

“Peter,” you said as you gripped his shoulder, pushing him back gently, “I have a class now, I can’t miss this one too”

He pouted and you tapped your finger over his pouty lips as he was forced to let go of you.

“Um maybe you and I can hang out later today so we can. . . kiss a little more?” you said as you adjusted your blouse, knowing fully well that Peter would never be able to reject you on that idea.

“Please- uh yes I mean yes, yes we can” Peter said as he stepped away, clearing his throat as he fixed his collar and the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Good! So I’m going to the other side of the building and you have physics here so I’ll see you later?” You said as you started slipping away from under him as the hall started filling with other students rushing to their next class. Peter nodded as he watched you leave.

You look back for a little moment as you fasten your pace and Peter points at you, “don’t run in the hall, YN!” he yells as he shakes his head.

A/N: okay, I am so sorry for this being so long, I was going to make this a blurb but I just got carried away because soft, breathless Peter is 10/10.

If you liked this, please try to like/reblog/comment below your thoughts!

Requests are open so send me an ask :)

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dem-obscure-imagines · 3 years

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The Kiss of Life

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

Note: Let it be known that my very first ever Tumblr fanfiction, waaaaaay back in 2015, was a Pietro Maximoff fic about a healer! Reader bringing him back to life. I was obsessed with this man. Still am, lowkey. So, this fic is just kind of me revisiting that idea with about six more years of writing experience.

Warnings: Mentions of death, death (temporary), bulletwounds

Wordcount: 2.7k

On the day of the Battle of Sokovia, you were on board the Helicarrier. Tony Stark had contacted you, knowing the shit would hit the fan, and then Nick Fury had found you and picked you up. As the team’s resident healer, you didn’t actively go out in the field, but you were always on stand-by just in case. And this was one of the days you were glad you were.

You’d taken one of the “boats” to the quickly rising chunk of the city in order to heal civilians. You encountered a young woman who had her leg caught under a piece of rubble. But super-strength wasn’t one of your abilities. Luckily, a certain silver-haired speedster saw you and rushed over to help. You healed the woman and she quickly went over to the boats to be evacuated.

“Are you…” the man asked, looking you over. “You’re with…?”

“The Avengers, yeah.” You nodded. “Are you?”

“I’m new.” He grinned. “I’m Pietro. Nice to meet you.”

“(Y/N).” You offered your hand and instead of shaking your hand like you expected him to, he raised it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss there. You tried to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. You couldn’t deny he was handsome, and his accent and gorgeous muscles only helped his case.

“Oh shit, your arm.” You pointed out the wound there.

“I was shot.” He nodded, his jaw clenching. “It is not bad, though.”

“Here, let me.” You reached up and held your hand over the bullet hole. Immediately, golden light radiated from your palm and Pietro watched in awe as the spot repaired, his skin closing up underneath the hole in his shirt. “There. Good as new.”

“Thanks. Remind me to find you the next time I get a paper cut.”

You chuckled. “I’m always around.”

The two of you split after that. You went off to help more civilians evacuate and he busied himself with fighting robots.

And then it happened. You were on your way to the boats to help people. You heard the loud noise of a machine gun, and when you looked up, Pietro was standing there, riddled with bullet holes, wobbling on his feet before inevitably collapsing.

You sprinted. You didn’t care about the risks or the danger, you ran as fast as you could to him, falling to your knees at his side and immediately pushing every ounce of power you could muster into his chest, arms, and legs. You felt like your veins were on fire and you couldn’t describe why, but you knew that this was why you were there. This was your purpose and you intended to fulfill it.

You watched as his wounds stitched together. You searched him for more. Anything you could do to make him better.

His eyes were open, unblinking, wide and haunting. His skin was cold to the touch. You knew what you had to do, but you didn’t know if you had the strength to do it after expending your powers all day.

“Can you do it?” Clint asked softly, watching.

“I think so.” You murmured. “I’m gonna try.”

The Kiss of Life, as Tony had dubbed it, was something you had only done once. It had absolutely drained you. You’d been asleep for a few days following it, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.

So, slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips to Pietro’s pushing everything you had left into his body, from your chest to his. You reached up and felt for a pulse, waiting, waiting, waiting, until suddenly, you felt his vein twitch beneath your fingertips. You felt his chest heave with a breath and immediately released, exhaling a large breath of your own.

He looked up at you, confusion and warmth swirled in his eyes. He stared at you for a long moment, a hand rising to his lips, as if he was looking for confirmation of what you’d just done. He looked down at himself, searching for the dozens of wounds he’d just acquired, but not finding any.

Your head was spinning. You blinked a few times, watching him carefully. He sat up and as soon as he did, you slumped forward into his firm chest, your eyes fluttering shut. The last thing you felt before falling asleep were his strong arms wrapping around you and his soft lips pressing against your forehead.

“Thank you.”

***

You woke up with a pounding headache in an…unfamiliar place. You didn’t recognize the room you were in, but it appeared your things were there, from what you could tell. Oh, and there was a man sitting in a chair pulled up to your bedside, a nervous look on his face. His finger rested on his lip, deep in thought.

You moved, straining to sit up but your entire body was sore, your limbs each screaming for you to stop.

“Hey, hey, careful.” He moved at lightning speed, catching you off guard. He gently moved you into an upright position, resting against the mountain of pillows on your bed. “Easy.” He smoothed the hair off of your forehead and leaned forward to kiss it, long and soft. “You do not feel like you have a fever…”

“I think I’m okay.” You insisted, shaking your head. Your voice was hoarse. You coughed a few times, but half a second later, Pietro was holding a cold water bottle in your face, helping you drink it with careful hands and a doting expression on his face.

“Banner left these for you.” He handed you a bottle of painkillers and you took a few of them, swallowing them down with more water.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he was thinking about it.

Instead, you asked, “How long was I out?”

“A few days.” He replied, his voice soft and low. “I…I was worried…worried that you…”

“Yeah,” you laughed darkly, shrugging. “I…well, some risks are just worth taking, I guess.”

“You barely know me and you saved my life without hesitation.” He said, a million words hiding behind his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed cautiously, giving you plenty of time to tell him to back off, but you didn’t. “Clint…he said he’s never seen you run so fast.”

“I knew I wouldn’t have much time before…” You shook your head, trailing off. “And I knew I couldn’t let that happen. I got lucky. I was exactly where I needed to be.”

He was quiet for a beat, thinking. And then, all at once, he pulled you into his arms, against his firm chest. You listened to his heartbeat, his breaths, which became ragged as soon as he started sobbing.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. It’s all okay.” You said, your arms wrapping around him, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“Thank you. T-thank you so much. I…I don’t know how to repay you.”

“It’s just my job, Pietro. You don’t have to—”

“I want to, though.” He said, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. His large hand rose to frame your cheek and you felt a chill run up your spine, heat flooding your cheeks due to his proximity and the look on his face. “Please let me thank you the way you deserve.”

You didn’t know what else to say, so you just nodded, staring up at him. “O-okay.”

“Do you think you can walk? The others want to see you.” He said.

“Um, I can try. I’ll probably be a bit weak.”

“I’ll help you.” He reassured you, helping you remove the blankets on top of you and scoot to the edge of the bed.

You put your feet on the floor, gently easing up until you were upright. You wobbled a little, but Pietro’s arm snaked around your waist for support, helping you forward slowly until you were out the door of your new bedroom.

“Where are we, exactly?”

“New facility.” Pietro explained. “Stark insists it will be safer than the Tower.”

“Gotcha.” You nodded.

He led you out to the main room, where the majority of the team were all sitting on the large sectional couch. As soon as you walked in, aided by Pietro, they all sat at attention. One of them, a young woman wearing a red sweater, stood up and walked up to you quickly, wrapping you in a tight hug.

“Thank you so much. Thank you for saving him.”

“Of course.” You hugged her back. “Us Avengers have to look out for each other. Welcome to the team. You’re Wanda, right?”

“Right. Nice to meet you, officially.” She smiled warmly.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” You pulled away and as soon as you did, you wobbled a bit, but Pietro immediately held you upright, preventing you from falling.

“Got a new friend there, (L/N)?” Tony chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“So it seems.” You smiled, letting Pietro help you over to the couch where the others were all situated. “The new place is nice.” You noted. “Very modern. Very sleek.”

“Thought you’d like it.” Tony nodded. “There are still quite a few empty rooms if you want to switch, but, uh…Speedy wanted your room next to his.”

Pietro laughed nervously, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. When you looked over at him, his cheeks were steadily turning red. Cute, you decided.

“Well, I certainly don’t mind.” You grinned. “What are we watching?”

“Disney movies.”

“Hell yesssssss.”

“Told you she’d like it.” Steve chuckled, his arms folded across his broad chest. “How are you feeling, kid?”

“I’m good. Little sore, but good. Should be back to normal in a few days.”

“Glad to hear it.” Steve nodded, smiling.

“Anyone have any papercuts that need healing in the meantime?” You joked.

“Maybe take it easy for now, (L/N).” Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Our bruises and papercuts can wait.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

You watched a few movies with the rest of the team, and afterwards, Tony ordered pizza, a very bewildered delivery boy knocking on the door about an hour later. Pietro wouldn’t let you lift a finger, and so once the pizza arrived, he brought you a few slices on a plate with breadsticks and garlic cream cheese dip.

“Thank you, Pietro.”

“Of course.” He grinned, plopping back down in his spot between you and Wanda.

You had only been awake for a handful of hours, and yet you suspected that this constant attention from the silver-haired speedster wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

***

You were right. It was about two weeks later. You’d made a full recovery and were back to your usual level of activity. You were in the training facility doing your daily workout when Pietro sped in. You were on the treadmill, just finishing up, when he strolled over, a grin on his face.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, slowing the treadmill to a stop and leaning against the rails, taking a moment to catch your breath. “May I ask why?”

“One of the interns is making a coffee run.”

“Oh hell yeah.” You took a long sip from your water bottle. “Well, thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course.” He grinned, leaning against your treadmill. “How are you today?”

You smiled, heat flushing your cheeks. You blame it on the workout, but you knew there might be another reason for it… “I’m good, how are you?”

“Good.” He replied. “I’m good.” He paused, holding up his hand, his knuckles red and bloody. “I did hurt my hand, though…”

“Oh, here.” You took his hand in yours and held your other palm over it, letting your power glow for a few seconds until the wound healed up. “There. Good as new.”

He exhaled a breath, clenching and unclenching his hand. With it, he reached up and gently traced your jaw. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. “You’re incredible. So incredible.”

You stared into his blue, blue eyes for what felt like eternities, his warm breaths ghosting across your cheeks. And then the moment was over. He pulled away from you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Want a ride?”

“To where, the living room?” You laughed. “Sure, why—?” There was a rush of cold air and suddenly, you were in the living room, Pietro cradling you in his arms. “Not.” You looked up at him, tucking a piece of hair back behind your ear. “Wow, you’re fast.”

He grinned and you swore his cheeks got a shade redder than they were previously. “I am, aren’t I?”

You ordered your coffee from the intern and waited for Pietro to order his, but he didn’t.

“Aren’t you getting anything?”

“Oh, I don’t like coffee.” He shrugged, and then winked at you. “But you do, so…”

***

It was a few weeks later. You’d known Pietro for a little over a month at this point. You were in your room, reading. It was getting late and you knew that, but you also didn’t want to go to sleep until you finished the chapter you were on.

You heard a knock on your doorframe and looked up to find Pietro standing there, his hair a tousled mess and dark bags under his eyes.

“Nightmare?”

He nodded.

“Come on in.” You scooted over and patted the side of the bed and immediately, he zipped over. “You okay?”

“Better now.” He said, his voice low and raspy.

You closed your book and set it on your nightstand to give him your full attention.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

“Of course, Pietro. What’s on your mind?”

“I…I don’t even know.” He let out a long breath. “I keep thinking about…that day. And I’m not sure why.”

“Well, it was traumatic. Dying, even briefly, is hard to recover from. Emotionally, that is.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, nodding. “Am I the only one…that you’ve…”

“No. There was one other. Some S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. I don’t even remember her name. It was a long time ago. But those were the only two successful times.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes I’m just…too late. If I don’t get to the body in time…” You shuddered and shook your head. “I got really, really lucky with you, Pietro. If I was any further away, I don’t think…” Your stomach dropped at the thought and you couldn’t continue.

“Don’t think like that.” He said softly, one of his large hands rising to your face. His warmth was incredible, calming.

You leaned into his touch, resting your hand on top of his.

“I’m right here, printsessa.” He leaned in closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

“There’s…something else.” He said, his voice wavering. “I don’t think it’s any secret, but, I’ve fallen for you, (Y/N). We are so close and I love it, but the only time we’ve ever kissed was when I was unconscious. I…would like to change that.” He paused, looking deep into your eyes. “But only if that’s okay with you.”

“Oh thank God.” You exhaled a relieved breath, your eyes sparkling and heart racing. “I was worried you were only hanging around me because I saved you. I didn’t think you were into me.”

“How could I not be?” His thumb rubbed your cheek affectionately. “You are kind and clever and selfless and brave, not to mention the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’d have to be stupid to let you slip through my fingers.”

You were both quiet for a beat before he asked, his voice soft, “So…can I kiss you?”

You leaned in closer until your lips were less than an inch away from his before whispering, “Do you even have to ask?”

Part 2

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